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Written By Patrizio

May 8, 2022, 10:52 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

I had the good fortune in recent days to share a drink with the charming Marquessa Cassiopeia at the Dancing Feather. It's a delight when I hear that there are others who adore the hotter months, as I do.

We spoke on many topics, from dancing and the desire to visit home to how to appoint who stays behind to see to house business when such trips possible and the power of a unified compact. All fascinating and telling in their way.

I admit that our discussion about the various manors and estates about our city with private pools did pique my curiosity. No, I shall not write a guide to such, but that it seems still more common than taverns...

Written By Cassiopeia

May 8, 2022, 10:47 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

The long dark night, still meets morning.

Written By Raven

May 8, 2022, 8:59 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

I am beginning to see why people think I enjoy pain, as often as I invite it. The question is if I will mend my bad habits before I perish because of them.

Written By Tanith

May 8, 2022, 8:25 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

I can finally breathe without wincing, or move without having to take my time. Most don't notice but I do. I hate it, having to be careful, having to go slow.

I dreamt of Death not long ago. She told me she almost had me in Her arms again. She didn't smile but She wasn't angry. I don't know if such things are meaningful, but I know on my last adventure I could ... it could have gone very badly. It didn't and I'm thankful, thankful to them that saved me and -her-, especially. Kyda. I keep thinking about her.

I think I'll always think about her, at least sometime in my day. Everyday.

Written By Dino

May 8, 2022, 8:16 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

Much of this week has felt slow. A long overdue trip to meditate on the pantheon, a visit to the hospital. All capped by a wonderful art festival that struck a new curiosity in me to visit the city's galleries and museums.

Mostly, I feel it is the right time to act. To move in a direction where I can build a name for myself, and perhaps the foundation for a legacy.

Written By Thea

May 8, 2022, 7:21 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

Drake turned into a human canvas for his son and I. I'm not really sure who enjoyed it more to be honest.

Written By Mailys

May 8, 2022, 7:20 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

Since he hadn't returned my messenger, perhaps I should ask somewhere else:

Do you have a book on medicinal herbs?

Anyone? I'd be willing to pay for delivery.

Written By Rosalind

May 8, 2022, 7:20 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

I started training more. Odd to hear, yeah? But do you think the bow teaches itself? No! No it doesn't!

Written By Rosalind

May 8, 2022, 7:05 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

I was asked today how I managed my dreams. The truth is....I don't. I mean not really. Not the way I should I guess and I should work on that. Maybe? Do you REALLY need to do that?

How about that moon...

Written By Thea

May 8, 2022, 7:03 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

There's a certain feeling you get when you help people. I can't really fully describe that, but it's a good feeling.

Written By Rosalind

May 8, 2022, 6:54 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

Relationship Note on Triton

Had a long chat with my twin. Hopefully I helped. Just a little. But I learned something...he's definitely the calm ro my storm!

Written By Lisebet

May 8, 2022, 6:24 p.m.(8/11/1017 AR)

Visiting the Hall of Heroes, I found myself again thinking about Copper and all she did for us.

I would like to be able to do even a hundredth of all she did.

Written By Celine

May 8, 2022, 2:45 p.m.(8/10/1017 AR)

I visited the Butterfly Gardens today, and it occurred to me that happiness is very much like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our reach. So I sat on a bench and quietly waited, and eventually a butterfly descended from the canopy of foliage and settled on my hand.

Written By Denica

May 8, 2022, 1:51 p.m.(8/10/1017 AR)

It's amazing what you can get away with, if you tell people it's for art!

In all seriousness, I was truly inspired this Patron's Day by the creativity of everyone around me. Whether by the performers or creators, the people that took part or those who there to experience it all. I am left invigorated by all the beauty!

Lady Mabelle did an excellent job of building a platform for everyone to shine.

I am consistently in awe of what we can do, when we have the opportunity to just do it.

And encasing my friends in plaster was fun, too!

Written By Cufre

May 8, 2022, 11:46 a.m.(8/10/1017 AR)

It's strange to spend longer and longer stretches away from the Lowers. It's becoming easier to, which bothers me.

Maybe I'm feeling it now because this was one of my favorite times of the year. Too hot to run the kiln, hot enough that the lanes don't squish - well, not as much - when you walk them. Little things that were big things.

The shop was always slow around now, too, so I could put my mind to other things.

Written By Mabelle

May 8, 2022, 11:03 a.m.(8/10/1017 AR)

The Art Festival went magnificently well, but one must confess to the honest truth:
It would not have been so if not for the artists who chose to partake in it.

I owe a debt of gratitude to all assisting hands and those who showcased their art and love for Jayus: From the beautiful ceremony held by Archlector Wylla, to the song of Nightingale Gianna, Princess Denica's marvelous work of art, Caspian Wild's song and Whisper Aconite's dance!

Thank you also to all the artists who donated beautiful paintings and sculptures for the display and to those who honored us with fashionable designs like Ilira Starling and Lord Wash Kennex.

Written By Haakon

May 8, 2022, 10:33 a.m.(8/10/1017 AR)

One of the Thrax princesses wishes a song writ. A shanty, as the Arvani call them, but among Eswynders we call such songs a cadence.

Same thing, for the most part: both songs for keeping time, whether hauling on lines, or hauling on oars, while bored out of the skull. Much repetition in such things. A verse sung by one, a chorus sung by all, another verse, oft sung by another. I've seen it done where folk at the oars came up with verses in the moment, with only the time needed for the chorus to compose their next rhyme.

Most of such rhymes were weak, but the Wind cares not: done in the moment, any rhyme will serve.

Written By Triton

May 8, 2022, 8:15 a.m.(8/10/1017 AR)

SLow week. I have not even met Rosa to get trounced by her whirlwind self. I am looking forward to the exercose, too. Just been busy with Elora and with being lazy, I guess. Wandered the docks some as well, looking at shops and making plans for what I might invest in. Still leaning toward a longship with the thought that I might finance some trading and maybe use it to help find the raiders that hit Elora's family. I am a bit tired of having vague ambitions without real action, so I am building plans.

Written By Yuri

May 8, 2022, 2:10 a.m.(8/9/1017 AR)

Scholar, in the midst of my halcyon days in Iriscal, I had all manner of lesson taught to me; those that would be expected of one to learn as a young lord with great aspirations. All of that. But, one such steward; Argento, never allowed me to forget one of his most favorite bits of wisdom. As a boy, I would roll my eyes. Though only now do I see the precious truth of his words to me. He would say, "A man's worth falls into place by virtue of the path traveled seeking it." And he would laugh shortly after, no doubt at the puzzled expression on my face.

These past few years, never had I ruminated on these words until only recently. Thoughts of ones close to me, and those that have drifted away, too. If I could meet the young Lord Tessere that rolled up into the streets of Arx some years ago, I would bid for him to not be so quick to find his purpose so readily; a place to belong or serve. For a true home is a oft times a place you travel long and hard to find.

I am truly blessed to have found mine, at last.

Written By Eiran

May 8, 2022, 1:51 a.m.(8/9/1017 AR)

For all the time that I spend putting quill to parchment in pursuit of poetry, one might think I'd have little issue with journaling, but I find it's exceedingly difficult to sort my thoughts. They happen, I experience them, and then they're gone. Not forgotten, just... elsewhere? I don't know. I'll try.

I attended Lady Mabelle's Artshall Art festival with Prince Baldessare, though I immediately lost him in the crowd. No one can blame me, I was drawn to a stand selling hot chocolate and caramelized mead and honey apple whiskey and-- a lot more but I can't recall. Joscelin and Marquis Fairen menaced me with what may be the worst joke I've ever heard on the worst subject I've ever known, mathematics, but I eventually fled with Princess Tikva to show her the amazing sketch of a horse by Fortunato that I had displayed. I hope others enjoyed it-- it's a drawing that draws you in by how realistic it is, but then you look closer and the horse eyes are terrifying!

The performances were all stunning, all song and dance and men and women covered in plaster and lovely ribbons. The Whisper dance was really something, music and dance and visuals all coming together in a great crescendo. Caspian Wild sang a song about a honeybee that was impossibly charming. I may have bias. Lady Mabelle wrapped with the music I'd been hearing her practice in our solarium, and she continues to impress me day by day.

There, my thoughts. I did it. That was exhausting. Now I'm going to reward myself with tea loaded with honey.

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