Written By Svana
June 16, 2021, 5:31 p.m.(9/3/1015 AR)
Writing hasn't been my strong suit as I now have two two-year-olds and two one-year-olds. Anisha and I had both had our birthdays before theirs, so we had a celebration, then focused on the children.
I am extremely tired, even with Bryn and Khadija, as well as Anisha's kitchen staff to help me with things. But I have new ideas for the shop. And for the Grotto. Just you wait.
I am extremely tired, even with Bryn and Khadija, as well as Anisha's kitchen staff to help me with things. But I have new ideas for the shop. And for the Grotto. Just you wait.
Written By Esme
June 16, 2021, 4:18 p.m.(9/3/1015 AR)
Most Beloved Ones,
I have been pondering paths lately. They are glorious, are they not? The way that we start down one, only to be re-directed down another one, almost mid-step. The way we plan one thing for our lives, our decisions, our moments, and then we find something else entirely. It's a dizzying feeling seeing all the paths stretched before us. I don't just mean mine. I enjoy seeing all the paths laid out before others as well. I would never wish to tell them which one to take, that is part of the adventure, but to do so with love and duty and honor.
When thinking of paths, I find myself thinking of the people that I have met on them. There are people that once upon a time, I called my most closest of friends. I spent all my time with them. I longed for their presence when it was not around. Some of those people, I don't even talk to anymore. We could pass as strangers on this path and not even blink at each other. I am not saddened by this. For while I miss my friends, I am excited on the paths that they are walking and the adventures they are finding. I await to hear updates to their lives or see their names upon white journals. It is as if I'm still with them on those paths, even if we are not as we were. My heart still feels with the deepest of joys for them.
There are people that have left this life. I find myself praying that one day perhaps our souls will meet again. That moment you first meet a person and you just know you are going to be great friends. It is like souls coming back in contact after lifetimes away. Is that not an amazing thing? The idea we can spend lifetimes from each other and our souls may still remember each other. Love is something so much stronger than those other weights. It frees us. It lifts us. It makes is lighter in step, in action, and in memory. That is not to say there are not tears in the wake sometimes of love, but the glory of it is so much higher.
I pray each of you walk confidently on your path, but know that the steps you take now; might not be the path you thought you would be on. Be open to it, most loved of the Gods. Let their honor and glory shine upon you.
I have been pondering paths lately. They are glorious, are they not? The way that we start down one, only to be re-directed down another one, almost mid-step. The way we plan one thing for our lives, our decisions, our moments, and then we find something else entirely. It's a dizzying feeling seeing all the paths stretched before us. I don't just mean mine. I enjoy seeing all the paths laid out before others as well. I would never wish to tell them which one to take, that is part of the adventure, but to do so with love and duty and honor.
When thinking of paths, I find myself thinking of the people that I have met on them. There are people that once upon a time, I called my most closest of friends. I spent all my time with them. I longed for their presence when it was not around. Some of those people, I don't even talk to anymore. We could pass as strangers on this path and not even blink at each other. I am not saddened by this. For while I miss my friends, I am excited on the paths that they are walking and the adventures they are finding. I await to hear updates to their lives or see their names upon white journals. It is as if I'm still with them on those paths, even if we are not as we were. My heart still feels with the deepest of joys for them.
There are people that have left this life. I find myself praying that one day perhaps our souls will meet again. That moment you first meet a person and you just know you are going to be great friends. It is like souls coming back in contact after lifetimes away. Is that not an amazing thing? The idea we can spend lifetimes from each other and our souls may still remember each other. Love is something so much stronger than those other weights. It frees us. It lifts us. It makes is lighter in step, in action, and in memory. That is not to say there are not tears in the wake sometimes of love, but the glory of it is so much higher.
I pray each of you walk confidently on your path, but know that the steps you take now; might not be the path you thought you would be on. Be open to it, most loved of the Gods. Let their honor and glory shine upon you.
Written By Cufre
June 16, 2021, 1:46 p.m.(9/3/1015 AR)
I'd been wanting to visit the Pravosi part of the city. Ever since a dream I'd had last week. Dreams? Was it more than one? It's hard to remember; those days run together. I wasn't sleeping much.
Lax mentioned there'd be a public music performance in the Ward of Pravus' Hydro Hall, so I went to it.
The music was not like any I'd heard before, and though that isn't saying much, it's with reason. The Glass Butterfly Nina Autumndale presented and played a new instrument that was so big they had to build the music hall around it! There was time given to talk and drink and get a closer look at the instrument, which makes music from water. That I learned from the Glass Butterfly herself before we were joined in a conversation about musicians and art and, I guess, always searching.
The concert didn't scratch my need to be in that section of the city, but it wasn't wasted time.
Lax mentioned there'd be a public music performance in the Ward of Pravus' Hydro Hall, so I went to it.
The music was not like any I'd heard before, and though that isn't saying much, it's with reason. The Glass Butterfly Nina Autumndale presented and played a new instrument that was so big they had to build the music hall around it! There was time given to talk and drink and get a closer look at the instrument, which makes music from water. That I learned from the Glass Butterfly herself before we were joined in a conversation about musicians and art and, I guess, always searching.
The concert didn't scratch my need to be in that section of the city, but it wasn't wasted time.
Written By Claude
June 16, 2021, 11:05 a.m.(9/2/1015 AR)
There is so much work to be done. A number of new commissions have come in as well as one for a piece of art! How will it be received? The client is a discerning figure in the art world here. I believe I have the toys to thank for it. They have been very well received and I have raised a tremendous amount of money for the Knights of Solace and the orphanages. They are not completely sold out yet but only a handful of boxes remain.
Written By Mabelle
June 16, 2021, 6:15 a.m.(9/2/1015 AR)
You cannot lose what you never had.
Written By Mabelle
June 16, 2021, 5:49 a.m.(9/2/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
It was you? I expected this from a Clement. A very particular Clement.
Written By Monique
June 15, 2021, 9:56 p.m.(9/1/1015 AR)
I found it...
~one more thing to mark off my list
~one more thing to mark off my list
Written By Allegra
June 15, 2021, 4:27 p.m.(9/1/1015 AR)
Woke up the other morning at my desk in my office...again. There was ink on my cheek. My hair looked as untamed as a storm at sea. And I couldn't tell if the water stain on the missive I had been writing was actually water...or drool. I /really/ need to make sure I sleep in my bed. Missives can wait.
Written By Thea
June 15, 2021, 1:16 p.m.(9/1/1015 AR)
Well....Glad to see those crabs were wasted. Even if the smell near killed me. The Kennex pool party was, as always, enjoyable.
I feel they need a new pet however.
I feel they need a new pet however.
Written By Cesare
June 15, 2021, 1:02 p.m.(9/1/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Raimon
Were you at the Kennex party this past evening, and I didn't see you? It was indeed a lovely time, and a chance to meet members of the Kennex family I hadn't had the pleasure yet. The crab boil was divine.
Written By Amari
June 15, 2021, 11:56 a.m.(9/1/1015 AR)
BEES!
Written By Zakhar
June 15, 2021, 10:41 a.m.(8/28/1015 AR)
Scholar Clive? Clint? whatever your name is...
A pondering for those in the city. If silver were to be placed upon a head, what would the weight of that piece be? And how many times could it be collected?
A pondering for those in the city. If silver were to be placed upon a head, what would the weight of that piece be? And how many times could it be collected?
Written By Medeia
June 15, 2021, 9:56 a.m.(8/28/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Kiera
I realized recently that, though I have been acquainted with Lady Kiera Wyvernheart since my earliest days in the city, I do not know the woman half as well as I should. What I do know of her, however, is that her last name is truly fitting for one as brave and compassionate and willing to face a challenge as she is. I don't recall a time when I have ever seen her act out of anger, speak harshly of someone, or conduct herself in anything but a polite manner. But that doesn't mean there isn't strength beneath the softness. In fact, it takes a lot of strength to let yourself be soft in public. One shouldn't make the mistake of underestimating this brilliant woman.
Written By Raimon
June 15, 2021, 2:36 a.m.(8/28/1015 AR)
The summer's heat is sweltering,
Humid, cloying, sometimes cruel.
House Kennex found the antidote:
-Throw- the party -- in a pool!
Humid, cloying, sometimes cruel.
House Kennex found the antidote:
-Throw- the party -- in a pool!
Written By Cambria
June 14, 2021, 11:44 p.m.(8/28/1015 AR)
Endless dreamers
Stardust gazers
All my kinsmen
Stardust gazers
All my kinsmen
Written By Viviana
June 14, 2021, 9:49 p.m.(8/27/1015 AR)
I can already tell it's not going to be enough diamondplate.
Written By Zara
June 14, 2021, 3:02 p.m.(8/27/1015 AR)
If you stand for nothing, what will you fall for?
Written By Alarissa
June 14, 2021, 1:23 p.m.(8/27/1015 AR)
I love a good martyr.
Written By Raja
June 14, 2021, 9:57 a.m.(8/26/1015 AR)
I held the competition for the fountains. It was a small, but lovely little event. I even wore silk! Shh. Don't tell anyone. Anyways, there were two entries. Both entries were very nice. So, I decided to keep both! Lord Valerian Kennex designed a fountain that had flowers in the base, so, I decided to use that one for the plaza itself. Samira made one of her praying. I was moved by the inspiration and decided to use it inside the library's main foyer. Wow. This vision has grown. I had originally only thought to make a small one-room building stuffed full of musty books. But, it is now becoming so much more!
Written By Gloriel
June 14, 2021, 8:03 a.m.(8/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
At the behest of my cousin, Duke Michael, I have finally arrived in Arx. This is not the same place I knew; it feels so much larger than it did when I was a child. One would think the opposite would be the case and yet here we are. I already long for the familiarity of Pridehall but am content enough to oblige Michael for the time, and remain here to serve the family as he sees fit. It is the least I could do.
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