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Written By Rosalind

Sept. 4, 2021, 7:43 p.m.(2/23/1016 AR)

I met a new friend the week! Well two really! From different places, but still! I met a Lord Matti and a Lord Artorius. I promised not to call him the nickname I came up for him! Despite being so different, we have something in common. It's nice when you can something you have in common with people, when people always seem to look forward the differences.

Written By Caprice

Sept. 4, 2021, 7:39 p.m.(2/23/1016 AR)

Between this, that and the other thing, I haven't had time to put in words the joy and supreme satisfaction I've felt being involved in the building of a shrine to Jayus in the new Artshall Arts and Culture District. From the first conversations with Lady Mabelle Laurent, to the laying of the cornerstone, to the collection of prayers at the Midsummer Night event for infusing into the shrine's eventual blessing ceremony, it has been an absolute delight to watch something beautiful grow, changed by every hand that touches it. I've come to think of the whole district as my "Artshall neighbors." I wonder if I'll have enough time to pull together one last welcome gift for them, here at home?

Written By Cassiopeia

Sept. 4, 2021, 3:56 p.m.(2/23/1016 AR)

What a difference one season can make. The world changes, the ground freezes and the leaves fall off the trees. Yet, it will not be long and little buds will form and soon they will all be in bloom. We change too, we just need to embrace the rhythm that flourishes all around us. No day is like the last, and this can be both exciting and frightening. A journey for the ages. Oh what a woman will do, to feel the grass between her toes.

Written By Denica

Sept. 4, 2021, 3:29 p.m.(2/23/1016 AR)

It's been an interesting week.... I keep finding pieces of clay in my hair and glass on my studio floor.

I fear neither will ever truly be gone, but I suppose that's okay, everything comes and goes.

You and I both know, that a dancer's feet will never stand too long in one place. Gotta spin, spin, spin.

So what do we do now? There are colours dripping from the walls, and I'll dip my fingers in soon.

One more painting, one more piece of canvas to wrap around myself, one more night lost to the dawn.

Can we ever forget the things we try not to remember? This list gets longer. Black ink stains.

Relentless.

Written By Denica

Sept. 4, 2021, 3:17 p.m.(2/23/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Mabelle

I cannot help it if you inspire me, Lady Mabelle.

But yes, a valid warning.

Written By Thea

Sept. 4, 2021, 3:06 p.m.(2/23/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Artorius

My cousin is home. I'm happy he's home, I simply wish it was under better circumstances. My family has felt a great deal of loss lately and I have no doubt that Artorius will help soothe that with his presence alone as well as helping continue what he started at Magnotta, what has continued, and what will be always be.

Written By Piccola

Sept. 4, 2021, 2:40 p.m.(2/23/1016 AR)

I was asked whether I believe anyone reads what I write.

I know some people do.

But it is another thing entirely to wonder if any believes in what I write as I do.

I am not so vain to believe so.

Written By Andrina

Sept. 4, 2021, 11:10 a.m.(2/22/1016 AR)

I have finished the first eight of my project. Thirteen living commoners of renown and note have been committed to marble, metal, and wood. I have five more to go. I wish, sometimes, that I worked faster. But it takes time to comb through the whites and to interview my subjects. Still... so far those who have seen my work seem to like it. So perhaps slow and steady really is the way to go.

Written By Clover

Sept. 4, 2021, 11:09 a.m.(2/22/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Sorrel

Words cannot express how proud I am to have Princess Sorrel Thrax as my older sister. I wish she didn't do so many things, but I've always known that she would be a hero. As I told my husband: Sorrel is as Sorrel does.

Written By Viviana

Sept. 4, 2021, 8:46 a.m.(2/22/1016 AR)

Oh, darling Scholar, yes -- yes I understand that the smell of haze is a bit much, but -- how else to endure the worst of winter but with merry-making? Besides, there is whiskey for later and these wonderful hot springs at the Lodge that I discovered after a meandering, meaningful tour.

(When she's not flattering me - she's being an imp.)

I have my questions and my answers -- no, no, not for you here. Not even for the Blacks. No, they're mine. I am only as good as my given words, mm? My word's good. Secrets are kept. Missives burned and ashes scattered.

Why? Did you ask why?

Theatrics, dearest. For no other reason than that's what I want to do.

Written By Mabelle

Sept. 4, 2021, 6:47 a.m.(2/22/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Denica

Watch out for Princess Denica. She will take your darkest jokes and turn them into a piece of art you will have to deal with for the rest of your life, hanged in your chamber.
Beautiful talent.

Written By Mabelle

Sept. 4, 2021, 6:46 a.m.(2/22/1016 AR)

Whlie threats are looming over us and attention is diverted for help to Bastion and threats that constantly surround us, I am blessed there are others who see the importance of maintaining some sort of normalcy to live with after.

Preperations for the Art District are continuing, with the construction almost done, all that's left is to fill the halls. I am grateful for the assistance of Whisper Aconite in planning for the summer blooms and Ladies Zoey, Kiera and Master Jareth in producing the plays that will be showing in the first few months of the theatre.

As for me, I am personally working with Baroness Amari on the play that will share the fascinating story of how House Laurent came to bee. Soon we shall be holding auditions for actors. I'm very excited for the future. Almost as much as I dread it for other reasons!

Written By Bianca

Sept. 4, 2021, 3:30 a.m.(2/22/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Nigel

When someone follows the path of the Gods, it gives me a deep and abiding sense of joy, of hope. I know that all is not lost, for how can it be when belief remains? And so it was with the greatest of pleasure this evening that I welcomed the newest Devotion of Limerance, Lord Nigel Riven. May he go forth in love and fidelity to his vows.

Written By Ida

Sept. 3, 2021, 8:01 p.m.(2/21/1016 AR)

Sometimes I craft for myself. Well, not really myself, as I have no skill with weapons, but I get a vision or inspiration and put it to metal. Try to, at least, and sometimes I am beyond pleased while no few other times, it's not quite what I hoped. It will still cut or smash, of course, but I feel like I may have failed it making the proper story. In any case, a sword I was particularly proud of - which even sold! - lead to a very inspiring commission request. At first I was worried - the sword is one that I don't think I'll ever best with another creation and I was feeling kind of gloomy about that. It was an idea I would have never come up with myself, though, and one that grew from a wholly different source of ideas. I hope the piece will serve her wielder well and both will tell stories in this world to be remembered.

That's the great thing about crafting, I guess - sometimes the idea isn't my own, and yet it inspires me almost unexpectedly and I get the chance to put it to metal. I don't have a lot of time for commissions these days, if really ever, but it happened in one of those rare lulls of my life. Working on it was like taking a new breath, and I am grateful for the trust and opportunity.

Written By Kiera

Sept. 3, 2021, 3:12 p.m.(2/21/1016 AR)

So somehow I've commited to trying my hand at writing a short scene to be preformed at new Artshall Cultural District It wasn't too hard Messere Jareth was very supportive and suggested trying one scene versusus a play which seems far more mageable as i am not a playwright by any means. At present, i'm consider something from oathlands myth. I'll see

Written By Aconite

Sept. 3, 2021, 3:17 a.m.(2/20/1016 AR)

I'm hoping for a speedy arrival of Spring. Though I think the cold might linger, at least in my mind where my dreams have begun to combine the two events. I'm doing my best to gather funds and resources to donate to survivors. I am also planning for something bigger and brighter come the thaw. I'm hoping to expand a few stables in Tor and I'm also preparing for a Flower Sculpture show! I'm hoping to hold it in the new Arts district or if that's unavailable the Lodge.

If I keep busy the Winter might not weigh on me as much.

Written By Lucita

Sept. 2, 2021, 11:15 p.m.(2/19/1016 AR)

Patrons, allies, family. When they call for aid, I go, not just because they ask it or because it is duty or owed to them, but because they are a part of me. When your family and allies are stronger, so are you.

Written By Viviana

Sept. 2, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(2/19/1016 AR)

This crown. This crown transcends jewelry -- past art, past making statements. It's mine.

I adore it.

Written By Zakhar

Sept. 2, 2021, 10:47 a.m.(2/18/1016 AR)

Darkened waters are all one will see unless they stand up. The water is never too high that the body can't simply float upon their waves, bobbing along as each lashing breath meets with frail skin. Coldness, mixing with loss, draining from the body, a willing give, offered in freedom of choice.

Watching another smile and sigh at the same time, while sharing the experience, if that is even something that can be done. Sharing in this world, is it available for us to see what the other sees? Or will we always be stuck on the verge of not really understanding what another sees.

For your view might be sunshine, roses, and love. While mine is death entangled with loss and controlling forces outside of our view. We both look at the same object, you laugh, I wish it to be on fire.

For all of this, it's what drives the items I craft. I see beyond the veil, beyond what is right in front of us.
It is my duty, to share that vision. Be it in clothing, furniture, jewelry, weapons...

Written By Medeia

Sept. 2, 2021, 10:05 a.m.(2/18/1016 AR)

There are some memories of my youth that are coming back to me, lately, and instead of inspiring sadness at what was tainted and lost? They make me smile. They are moments that I will never get back, but I had the fortune of living them. There are some memories that I will never recall, others altered irreparably. But whether they were happy or sad, I had the fortune of living those, too. It has felt easy, or if not easy then less complicated, to retreat into smallness that steals opportunities to make new memories.

Let's make new memories. Flood the world with stories. Take chances. It can't all be tainted and stolen from us.

Can it?

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