Written By Razija
July 23, 2021, 9:02 a.m.(11/20/1015 AR)
Perhaps I got too enthusiastic about the dogs when I put a (new, thank you very much) dog toy in my mouth and attempted to engage it in a tug of war.
It was far stronger than it appeared, and bested me. I chipped a tooth. Suffice to say, it won.
In the end, I got the dog. Perhaps I should call him Fang. I might think of a better name once I get this tooth tended to by a physician.
Written By Catriona
July 23, 2021, 9:01 a.m.(11/20/1015 AR)
There are murmurs that it is becoming somewhat of a metropolitan landmark. The Lady Sabitha Bisland, also with familial ties to House Laurent and Artshall, has extended an invitation to join her the next time she visits. I look forward to seeing it all for myself. However, until I am able to be there in person, I've sent ten thousand silver to be used for the newly established orphanage, and teaching hospital to assist in the efforts.
One can only hope it makes a difference.
Written By Vitalis
July 23, 2021, 2:02 a.m.(11/20/1015 AR)
I can see.
I don't even know where to begin.
Scratch that -- I do.
Written By Celine
July 22, 2021, 10:04 p.m.(11/19/1015 AR)
Written By Giada
July 22, 2021, 9:07 p.m.(11/19/1015 AR)
Written By Ilira
July 22, 2021, 7:33 p.m.(11/19/1015 AR)
I want a party, I want music.
Yes, I know it's my fault for not attending any of the most recent. I just can't bring myself, sometimes, whether for lack of an outfit or courage.
But I think I'll finish this ensemble I've had in the works a long time.
Written By Savio
July 22, 2021, 11:39 a.m.(11/18/1015 AR)
The chaos and the noise
Something less and something more
Than our sadness and our joy
There is a quiet place at home
Without censure or acclaim
An interstitial haven
Where our days pass so unchanged
We sing and write for heroes
And it's the drama we remember
But lives are made of softer things
A prosaic, simple center
Moments unremarked-upon
And how soon they slip from view
But I've come to know the value
Of the stillness shared with you.
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I'm slowly putting myself back together.
Written By Catriona
July 22, 2021, 6:54 a.m.(11/18/1015 AR)
Written By Emberly
July 21, 2021, 10:04 p.m.(11/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Patrizio
Written By Celine
July 21, 2021, 6:37 p.m.(11/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Catriona
Written By Celine
July 21, 2021, 6:30 p.m.(11/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
Written By Celine
July 21, 2021, 6:29 p.m.(11/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Raimon
Written By Aureth
July 21, 2021, 2:36 p.m.(11/17/1015 AR)
No, it is to elevate those rare commoners who can set society on its ear that etiquette demands we patronize. My protege, Mayir, has demonstrated his social acumen and his financial cleverness in ways uncommon among people of any blood, and I'm proud to flaunt our social connection even from my rarefied social heights.
It's not that you _cannot_ choose to make those of lesser noble blood your protege, of course, you can, but you aren't really bringing anything exciting to high society when you do, are you?
Be bold. Be daring. Find someone new and interesting!
Written By Amari
July 21, 2021, 12:40 p.m.(11/17/1015 AR)
I mean, there was the wooden palisade of that one village, but that was completely unintentional. The grass was dry. Besides, it was only the gate that was badly scorched. The wall itself was only singed. It was mostly fine.
Written By Cesare
July 20, 2021, 9:28 p.m.(11/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Medeia
Written By Emberly
July 20, 2021, 8:25 p.m.(11/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
Written By Tesha
July 20, 2021, 2:17 p.m.(11/15/1015 AR)
When we were young my father passed and my mother became inconsolable to the point where I took over as the Lady of the house. Which meant I did not have the streak of being a playful child, young adult that others had. We lost her two years after my father and I barely remember what their faces look like.
I made a wonderful friend years ago, then he died when Highhill was overran. Uncle Arn died shortly after that. Other friends and family died after that and it was weighing heavily on me. Then news that my only sibling, Percephon, had died broke what little resolve I had stored up. I've let too much eat at me and I think I went to the Pieros battlefield hoping that I might meet an end.
Apparently the Gods have something else for me to do. So I am digging myself out of the pit of despair that I've been sitting in for the last year and trying to start over. Maybe I'll make some new friends. Maybe I won't be afraid of losing more people. And maybe I'll go find this Knight that gave me a favor.
Written By Medeia
July 20, 2021, 11:26 a.m.(11/14/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Vitalis
At last feast of summer at Eswyndol, Lord Vitalis Clement and I shared in a dance which came to an abrupt end as we nearly drowned one another. We were blessed by the presence and quick thinking of Cesare Whisper, who saved us from ourselves.
Perhaps I might be forgiven the forgetting?
Written By Amari
July 20, 2021, 10:18 a.m.(11/14/1015 AR)
I hope the people of Riverbend appreciated our efforts. They are far less rotten now.
Written By Medeia
July 20, 2021, 12:45 a.m.(11/14/1015 AR)
What I have not done in nearly a year is feel the thrill of a dance offer made or accepted, the flutter of those first few steps to get a feel for one another's competence and confidence. A good dance partner is someone you can trust to dip you to the floor and not smack your head against it. Or to lift you in the air and not allow you to fall. To hold you upright when all the twirling makes your head spin. In a dance there is give and take, both dancers performing a part of a whole. Particularly adept (and well suited) partners can hide missteps from observers, switch the lead effortlessly when one falters, and share their deepest secrets or complete a trade deal without anyone being the wiser once the dance is done.
This has been an accidental metaphor. But I am also open to invitations to dance. I should celebrate the second anniversary of my arrival in the city somehow.
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