Written By Venturo
Aug. 13, 2021, 8:03 a.m.(1/6/1016 AR)
In normal years, I find my mood adapts and follows the changing of the seasons. Old memories appropriate for the time recalled and reminisced over, new ones forged that are fitting. Quite the opposite this year. Spring and summer saw me sunk into melancholy, bitter for the loss of long forged relationships that moved on. Understandably so, in their case - to things that, had I the opportunity, I would have pursued as well. But emotions do not follow rhyme and reason, now do they? Fall brought with it a kindling of hope. A desire to create new things, new ideas, even if they were unformed as if lost beneath the spring snows that were melting, rather than perishing upon the limb like the leaves of autumn. And now, as winter comes, new friends have been made, in large part thanks to the dealings of the Duchess Malespero. I am indeed very lucky that amongst her many skills is a subtle understanding of knowing when two people will have mutual interests to pursue, complimentary abilities to get those interests done, and are like minded enough to know it is better to work together.
Written By Narcissa
Aug. 12, 2021, 11:44 p.m.(1/5/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Deva
They will never be the wiser, once the path is secured. Naturally.
Written By Mattheu
Aug. 12, 2021, 10:47 p.m.(1/5/1016 AR)
What started as a good exercise of climbing has led to an amusing friendship. Perhaps there is merit to this city after all.
Written By Amari
Aug. 12, 2021, 9:13 p.m.(1/5/1016 AR)
Now, I just need to do nearly everything else. No pressure, Amari. It'll be fine. You've always done everything the hardest way possible your entire life. Why would this be any different?
The views from those tall spires at Reveillon are gorgeous, at least, and more than enough consolation for the hardship and heartache. There, my beloved Shadowood stretches away in every direction, dark, dreadful, wild and beautiful. The thrill of that sight hasn't yet diminished, nor has the feeling of belonging it inspired.
As I stood up there, a voice from within kept repeating the same three words: Home at last. Home at last. Home at last.
The views from those tall spires at Reveillon are gorgeous, at least, and more than enough consolation for the hardship and heartache. There, my beloved Shadowood stretches away in every direction, dark, dreadful, wild and beautiful. The thrill of that sight hasn't yet diminished, nor has the feeling of belonging it inspired.
As I stood up there, a voice from within kept repeating the same three words: Home at last. Home at last. Home at last.
Written By Viviana
Aug. 12, 2021, 6:32 p.m.(1/5/1016 AR)
Nobility elevates. At the tippity-top. Like the cheeky cherry on top of an iced cake.
Now. What about the reverse?
An interesting thing to consider.
But first? Cake.
Now. What about the reverse?
An interesting thing to consider.
But first? Cake.
Written By Calista
Aug. 12, 2021, 12:20 p.m.(1/4/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorrel
I had such a wonderful time with Princess Sorrel Thrax the other day. She was one of the many who reached out to my inquiry regarding information on the Platinum Empire. Tea at the Jade Moon was the perfect setting and while we discussed culture and history, it was as if we were fully immersed in our conversation.
She is so knowledgeable and takes the time to explains things in a way I can understand. I am so thankful for her time.
She is so knowledgeable and takes the time to explains things in a way I can understand. I am so thankful for her time.
Written By Calista
Aug. 12, 2021, 12:13 p.m.(1/4/1016 AR)
We no longer wear black in the house, but that does not mean we no longer grieve. The death of our Duke is still so fresh in our minds, it almost seems like a dream, as though it did not happen and yet I look at the scars on my hands, scars I refuse to let healers treat, and realize it was not a dream, but a living nightmare.
But we will not dwell in darkness, we will not become stagnant in our grief. We will continue to rise, continue to build, continue to move forward, and always celebrate his life and legacy.
This whiskey's for you.
But we will not dwell in darkness, we will not become stagnant in our grief. We will continue to rise, continue to build, continue to move forward, and always celebrate his life and legacy.
This whiskey's for you.
Written By Rosalind
Aug. 12, 2021, 9:12 a.m.(1/4/1016 AR)
It's SNOWING! Winter has arrived and I've already been out camping for a couple days. Just me, my tent, nature, and animals. It's been cleansing to my SOUL!
Written By Celine
Aug. 12, 2021, 12:07 a.m.(1/3/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilira
I am truly glad for the wisdom of Lady Laurents recommendation to see Ilira, but look forward to what this talented Whisper, will create. She very much understands my vision and that is tremendously important to me.
Written By Celine
Aug. 12, 2021, 12:03 a.m.(1/3/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Raimon
Prince Raimon Thrax is quite the talented artists, especially when it comes to poetry, he is not afraid to dive into inner truths and lay is soul to bare. His heart is blessed by his Goddess, and I am blessed for having his friendship. I was happy to receive a handwritten copy of his finished poem, and have tucked it safely away in my room.
Written By Celine
Aug. 12, 2021, midnight(1/3/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
I recently met with the exceptionally beautiful and friendly, Lady Mabelle Laurent while visiting the Dire Bee, only to learn it is her shop. She was most helpful in directing to a talented designer, after enjoying a day of tea and treats at her shop. I genuinely enjoy her tea and company, and I hope that in the future we can work together for the betterment of the city.
Written By Clarisse
Aug. 11, 2021, 11:50 p.m.(1/3/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
I stopped by to see my friend, Zakhar, one of the most talented artisans I have ever met. He has done many beautiful works for me and has always kept my vision in mind, my thoughts, and the spirit of how I feel, when creating pieces from beautiful pieces of jewelry to well-crafted furniture, and now I find myself in possession of another beautiful piece designed and created by him. The Dancing River Dragon. It is unique and beautiful and another example of his talent. It is only sad that our city believes because of where he comes from, that he would betray our city, when I know for certain, he never would. He has always been here for the Charon House, and I have no reason to believe otherwise.
Written By Thea
Aug. 11, 2021, 9:54 p.m.(1/3/1016 AR)
Stranded with my brothers on an Island. Thank the Gods Sister Giada was there. But also..I should be glad, since I apparently over boared myself and well---Thank you Medeia for being around when we got back. She and the whole House of Wyvernheart heard the screaming that was me and...Lord Calo Damian Wyvernheart. Named after my father and Drake and Kiera's father. He is strong and loud and..I never thought I could be so proud and love someone so much. My father would be proud.
And thank you Deia. I'm sure I made you age about 20 years.
And thank you Deia. I'm sure I made you age about 20 years.
Written By Clarisse
Aug. 11, 2021, 9:47 p.m.(1/3/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
I have met the most beautiful little girl today with a deep love of snakes, learning and art. I cannot wait to see what Lady Nia becomes. She is so precious, and I absolutely adore her, and I must see that she has a full collection of art supplies to draw anything her heart can imagine.
Written By Zakhar
Aug. 11, 2021, 3:56 p.m.(1/3/1016 AR)
There are now four children wandering the city and of which may have found each other or not, though I am unaware if they have. Another two are being prepared, and soon then will be on display as well.
Perhaps hunger, and lying are simply awaiting for their next meal. Which they could both find while dancing and rising.
Perhaps hunger, and lying are simply awaiting for their next meal. Which they could both find while dancing and rising.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 11, 2021, 3:48 p.m.(1/3/1016 AR)
I find myself irrationally angry and in such a way that I cannot just brush it off. On one hand there is profound joy at changed circumstances of another. Changes that without a doubt, is deserved. Something lost is recovered.
And yet since reading, I have found myself to be the bearer of such profound envy that colors everything right now. Victus doesn't know what to do with me right now other than rest a hand on my shoulder and tell me that shit sucks. Of which I then agree and we just sit there. Eleyna tries to draw pictures to make me smile while Astrid and Danse do their best to show me how they are coming along in training with swords. Jenelle had bolts of spidersilk delivered to us and they remain safely put away for when, hopefully, I am in a better state.
Shit sucks.
But it doesn't mean that I have to like it. I don't often find myself in a position where I envy someone and yet here I am. Wanting to rage and scream, throw things. I cannot just set sail on the sea and bury myself with issues in Maelstrom for it is the depth of winter and the waters are dangerous. So I sit within the atrium and I pray.
It will pass. I hope that it will pass. Perhaps someone will come back with something useful for me and not just something useful for others. But I don't hold hope. Thus far, it has been a kelp, a stone and some tree sap that makes people giddy. None of that, will give me back what I lost.
I am envious and I do not like this.
It's not becoming.
And yet since reading, I have found myself to be the bearer of such profound envy that colors everything right now. Victus doesn't know what to do with me right now other than rest a hand on my shoulder and tell me that shit sucks. Of which I then agree and we just sit there. Eleyna tries to draw pictures to make me smile while Astrid and Danse do their best to show me how they are coming along in training with swords. Jenelle had bolts of spidersilk delivered to us and they remain safely put away for when, hopefully, I am in a better state.
Shit sucks.
But it doesn't mean that I have to like it. I don't often find myself in a position where I envy someone and yet here I am. Wanting to rage and scream, throw things. I cannot just set sail on the sea and bury myself with issues in Maelstrom for it is the depth of winter and the waters are dangerous. So I sit within the atrium and I pray.
It will pass. I hope that it will pass. Perhaps someone will come back with something useful for me and not just something useful for others. But I don't hold hope. Thus far, it has been a kelp, a stone and some tree sap that makes people giddy. None of that, will give me back what I lost.
I am envious and I do not like this.
It's not becoming.
Written By Giada
Aug. 10, 2021, 10:59 p.m.(1/1/1016 AR)
The Mirrormask meeting went well. The High Inquisitor was able to be present as we discussed the Shine's reaffirmation of oaths to be a Tehom's Advocates to those who need a voice raised defense. I'll be approaching the Crown Court to make this clear as well.
Written By Tesha
Aug. 10, 2021, 7:20 p.m.(1/1/1016 AR)
Now that things are straightening out House wise I am on the hunt for more information on my favorite mythical creatures.
Written By Auda
Aug. 10, 2021, 11:01 a.m.(12/28/1015 AR)
It's mulled wine season! Is there anything better than sitting by a window, wrapped in a blanket and drinking mulled wine?!
Written By Cesare
Aug. 9, 2021, 8:03 p.m.(12/27/1015 AR)
What a strange and momentous day it was yesterday. As a Disciple of Jayus (yes, I am quite sure you are tired of hearing me remind you of this fact), I find myself often enthralled by the range of emotions we are capable of as feeling beings; and yet, even so, rarely have I experienced such a wide spectrum as I did in such a short length of time as yesterday. The prevailing sense, I think, is one of pride. Not for myself, but on the behalf of those I care about, which is possibly more satisfying.
I was proud to hear Baroness Natalia Elwood's elevation received with such grace, and tremendously grateful that she agreed to speak on my behalf in expressing thanks from those of us who have called Whisper House our home, for the assistance and support given to us. There have been no lines drawn between great houses, nor between peerage and commoner, among those who gave generously in time, spirit, effort, and compensation to assist Whisper, and that is a rare and remarkable thing.
I was likewise proud, on a personal level, to be present for the elevation of the March of Nilanza to a Duchy. The newly-elevated Duke and Duchess have been tremendously giving of their time, talents, and knowledge; and I well know that I am not the only one who has been so lucky to receive such generosity from them. It is a pleasure to see such diligence and hard work recognized and rewarded, as these are values I hold dear myself.
An adage of uncertain origin says, "to err is human; to forgive, divine." It is the nature of the choice we were gifted by Skald that we are bound to make mistakes. But it is also the nature of the change embodied by the flame of Lagoma that we must let those mistakes burn away in time, when we have made amends and done our penance. My patron, Lady Medeia Eswynd, is a gracious and generous person in many ways. It does not surprise me to see that she is equally gracious in asking forgiveness for her missteps. I know that for myself, remembering all the good she has done for so many, I would find it difficult to hold a stone in my heart against her. I hope that others among the Compact's peerage and knighthood may find it within themselves to have the same graciousness.
I'm incredibly grateful to those who have donated works so far for the Midwinter Celebration. Jayus will be well-pleased, I think, with your efforts. After a short break, I'm back to songwriting myself, both for Princess Denica's upcoming opening gala and for the celebration.
This morning I took a walk along the Seawatch Wall, barefoot. Yes, I know, it sounds like madness in December. But I only got a little cold, really, and it was worth it. Sometimes a bit of a sting reminds us how truly alive we are.
I was proud to hear Baroness Natalia Elwood's elevation received with such grace, and tremendously grateful that she agreed to speak on my behalf in expressing thanks from those of us who have called Whisper House our home, for the assistance and support given to us. There have been no lines drawn between great houses, nor between peerage and commoner, among those who gave generously in time, spirit, effort, and compensation to assist Whisper, and that is a rare and remarkable thing.
I was likewise proud, on a personal level, to be present for the elevation of the March of Nilanza to a Duchy. The newly-elevated Duke and Duchess have been tremendously giving of their time, talents, and knowledge; and I well know that I am not the only one who has been so lucky to receive such generosity from them. It is a pleasure to see such diligence and hard work recognized and rewarded, as these are values I hold dear myself.
An adage of uncertain origin says, "to err is human; to forgive, divine." It is the nature of the choice we were gifted by Skald that we are bound to make mistakes. But it is also the nature of the change embodied by the flame of Lagoma that we must let those mistakes burn away in time, when we have made amends and done our penance. My patron, Lady Medeia Eswynd, is a gracious and generous person in many ways. It does not surprise me to see that she is equally gracious in asking forgiveness for her missteps. I know that for myself, remembering all the good she has done for so many, I would find it difficult to hold a stone in my heart against her. I hope that others among the Compact's peerage and knighthood may find it within themselves to have the same graciousness.
I'm incredibly grateful to those who have donated works so far for the Midwinter Celebration. Jayus will be well-pleased, I think, with your efforts. After a short break, I'm back to songwriting myself, both for Princess Denica's upcoming opening gala and for the celebration.
This morning I took a walk along the Seawatch Wall, barefoot. Yes, I know, it sounds like madness in December. But I only got a little cold, really, and it was worth it. Sometimes a bit of a sting reminds us how truly alive we are.
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