Written By Joscelin
Jan. 29, 2018, 7:14 p.m.(1/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I need to know now; what do you mean by tall Valardins?
Also, I know which chair is yours. I love them, Ida-love. Thank you for these, they're perfect. I look forward to growing old with you to keep me company..
Also, I know which chair is yours. I love them, Ida-love. Thank you for these, they're perfect. I look forward to growing old with you to keep me company..
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 29, 2018, 5:15 p.m.(1/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
She probably thinks you're getting too spongy.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 29, 2018, 3:50 p.m.(1/22/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thorley
A sailor disguised as a knight-
(or is it a Knight disguised as a sailor?)
-came by my shop today. He was wearing the best of Alarie Harall's creations, leather so new the man creaked when he walked. And tall. Must all Valardins be so damned tall?
Bold as brass, he absconded with my scones. Polite too; my mother warned me about sea faring folk and I always seem to forget until it's too late and I'm charmed into discounts and conversation and favors. I regret nothing. It was a wonderful way to pass the morning, and I don't have many conversations in my shop these days that -aren't- about metal and gemstone. It says much that I love the latter topic, it's just refreshing now and then to muse over other things.
If you see this tall, salt-and-pepper Knight, before sure to strike up a conversation with him. But I warn you; I felt like I could speak to him for hours.
(or is it a Knight disguised as a sailor?)
-came by my shop today. He was wearing the best of Alarie Harall's creations, leather so new the man creaked when he walked. And tall. Must all Valardins be so damned tall?
Bold as brass, he absconded with my scones. Polite too; my mother warned me about sea faring folk and I always seem to forget until it's too late and I'm charmed into discounts and conversation and favors. I regret nothing. It was a wonderful way to pass the morning, and I don't have many conversations in my shop these days that -aren't- about metal and gemstone. It says much that I love the latter topic, it's just refreshing now and then to muse over other things.
If you see this tall, salt-and-pepper Knight, before sure to strike up a conversation with him. But I warn you; I felt like I could speak to him for hours.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 29, 2018, 1:31 a.m.(1/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Nierzen
Aww, Nierzen. You're not dirty.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 29, 2018, 12:47 a.m.(1/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
Dark chocolate and cherry scones.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 28, 2018, 2:44 p.m.(1/20/1008 AR)
I drank too much the other night. I'm trying to find my humanity at the bottom of my coffee cup (I couldn't find it in the drains of my bathtub) and laughing at my morose drunken entry.
Told you so.
Told you so.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 28, 2018, 2:44 p.m.(1/20/1008 AR)
Before the messages arrive asking about how I 'let' any of the Crafters ban customers from their shop, need I remind you that the artisans work under the inspiration of Jayus? They can make, or not, to whom they want, when they want. I do not control anyone and encourage my Crafters to maintain the domain that is their craft and their shop.
I endeavor to encourage -everyone- to treat the Crafters and artisans with respect for everything they do; they are within their rights to ban anyone from their shop as they wish, just as they are to offer discounts to anyone they like as well. I have zero say in any of it, and wouldn't even if I'm 'supposed' to.
The Guildmaster serves her Guild, not the other way around.
I endeavor to encourage -everyone- to treat the Crafters and artisans with respect for everything they do; they are within their rights to ban anyone from their shop as they wish, just as they are to offer discounts to anyone they like as well. I have zero say in any of it, and wouldn't even if I'm 'supposed' to.
The Guildmaster serves her Guild, not the other way around.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 8:21 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
I found a bottle of some fantastic spirits in the cupboard of my home while staving off a bout of artist's block. I clean when I'm uninspired, so usually, everything in my home is covered in dust; I'm fortunate that way.
The last few days have been unusual. Cleaning consists of pulling everything out of my various storage places in my home. The kitchen cupboards haven't been gone through in a while. Months, even.
I found a bottle Oliver left behind. It smelled amazing. Thus, this is why I'm drunk at the moment. Really drunk. The scholar transcribing this has commented several times that most drunken entries require some kind of translator; I'm one of the few, she says, that enunciates better the more I drink. I think this is a compliment.
I find it funny, that for as often as I make love tokens and charms, gifts between beloveds both secret and public, betrothal gifts, engagement jewelry, I myself am so damn unlucky in love. I think this is why I devote so much of my work to the Guild; it's ever rewarding, I know they care for me (most of them, anyway, and for the others that don't, I know they at least respect me), and I know, as long as I remain in the post, they look to me when they need help.
But there are times when I close my shop at night and look out into my garden, who's briers are bare and black, dormant flowers hidden by snow and frozen soil, and wish I weren't so good at sleeping alone, being alone, and living alone. My attempts to change this are never successful.
I know. I'm feeling sorry for myself. We all have days like that, don't we? Tomorrow, I will be better, and things will go on and I'll laugh at myself and the writings I've left behind.
I think I'm done, scholar. Can you send this? I think I need an escort home. While you say I enunciate better the more I drink, walking is a different matter.
The last few days have been unusual. Cleaning consists of pulling everything out of my various storage places in my home. The kitchen cupboards haven't been gone through in a while. Months, even.
I found a bottle Oliver left behind. It smelled amazing. Thus, this is why I'm drunk at the moment. Really drunk. The scholar transcribing this has commented several times that most drunken entries require some kind of translator; I'm one of the few, she says, that enunciates better the more I drink. I think this is a compliment.
I find it funny, that for as often as I make love tokens and charms, gifts between beloveds both secret and public, betrothal gifts, engagement jewelry, I myself am so damn unlucky in love. I think this is why I devote so much of my work to the Guild; it's ever rewarding, I know they care for me (most of them, anyway, and for the others that don't, I know they at least respect me), and I know, as long as I remain in the post, they look to me when they need help.
But there are times when I close my shop at night and look out into my garden, who's briers are bare and black, dormant flowers hidden by snow and frozen soil, and wish I weren't so good at sleeping alone, being alone, and living alone. My attempts to change this are never successful.
I know. I'm feeling sorry for myself. We all have days like that, don't we? Tomorrow, I will be better, and things will go on and I'll laugh at myself and the writings I've left behind.
I think I'm done, scholar. Can you send this? I think I need an escort home. While you say I enunciate better the more I drink, walking is a different matter.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 6:06 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
....wait, are you saying that these are the kind of flowers -I- am?
I mean. I understand the philosophy. Waste-not, etc. But. Damn.
I mean. I understand the philosophy. Waste-not, etc. But. Damn.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 5:35 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Dandelions smell funny. I always pegged you for a daffodil. Or, one of those daffodils that lure insects with their beauty then feed off the rotting corpse as it decays in their depths.
Those are daffodils right?
Those are daffodils right?
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 5:03 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
You say such kind things to me. I am a creature of inspiration, the feelings come and go but show up in the strangest places.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 5:03 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
It's because you say stupid shit and drive me crazy.
Also you're a sunflower. You face the light, always.
There's a punchline in there about abundant seeds that beget life, and being delicious when roasted.
Also you're a sunflower. You face the light, always.
There's a punchline in there about abundant seeds that beget life, and being delicious when roasted.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 2:58 a.m.(1/17/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Saedrus
Saedrus is also the -worst- at taking honest compliments. The -worst-.
I meant no flattery. You do trumpet your presence with joy, whether you admit it, know it, or not.
I meant no flattery. You do trumpet your presence with joy, whether you admit it, know it, or not.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 2:19 a.m.(1/17/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Saedrus?
A crocus, purple with the light of gold on the inside, like amethyst carved around a budding citrine. It's the first to peek out and remind you that there's life under the snow, like a trumpet to herald that the world is still good.
A crocus, purple with the light of gold on the inside, like amethyst carved around a budding citrine. It's the first to peek out and remind you that there's life under the snow, like a trumpet to herald that the world is still good.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 26, 2018, 6:26 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Oh Silas. That's so lovely.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 26, 2018, 6:02 p.m.(1/16/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
....wait, you aren't already a petunia?
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 26, 2018, 12:59 p.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Fortunato
Poignant writing, you render me speechless. My chest hurts now.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 26, 2018, 12:54 p.m.(1/15/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Thena
Who would ever mistake you as something as pedestrian as a flower?
You've the radiance of a star. Perhaps then I could understand the confusion; a gem of the soul.
But then. You've so much -sass-....
You've the radiance of a star. Perhaps then I could understand the confusion; a gem of the soul.
But then. You've so much -sass-....
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 25, 2018, 10:25 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Pink enamels, actually all of the 'warm color' enamels, all have a measure of gold to them, which means they lose their colors faster when you fire them. So I have to do them in layers, and last, to get the right hues in place before they burn out. It's rewarding work, the color of enamel on fine silver is breathtaking, no paint or pigment to paper can ever replicate it.
Satisfying job to say the least.
Satisfying job to say the least.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 25, 2018, 9:38 p.m.(1/14/1008 AR)
Princesses swear. I mean, the really proper, lovely ones. Who knew? I'm tickled.
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