Written By Joscelin
April 8, 2019, 3:11 p.m.(11/20/1010 AR)
Evaristo took me out to drink after a less-than-stellar day.
Or. Did I take him out? Someone was manipulated and lured, most assuredly. I just can't remember whom.
Point of fact, I can't remember anything. My head hurts, the world is too loud, I love my childcare-assistant, fruity drinks are the -worst- coming up the next day, and I missed Aureth's birthday.
Still. I feel less terrible than I did, and the sun is shining and there's work to be done.
...tomorrow.
Or. Did I take him out? Someone was manipulated and lured, most assuredly. I just can't remember whom.
Point of fact, I can't remember anything. My head hurts, the world is too loud, I love my childcare-assistant, fruity drinks are the -worst- coming up the next day, and I missed Aureth's birthday.
Still. I feel less terrible than I did, and the sun is shining and there's work to be done.
...tomorrow.
Written By Joscelin
April 5, 2019, 10:24 p.m.(11/14/1010 AR)
Gods save me from sailors that sing.
Written By Joscelin
April 2, 2019, 11 p.m.(11/8/1010 AR)
I pulled out an old design and dusted it off, altered it, passed it to my assistants to help fashion it from a variety of materials for anyone that wants it: a five-petaled lily, white, made of glass, to be worn in honor of beloved Eleyna of Velenosa. One petal for every great house, united as a white-lily in our grief at her passing.
I won't use this design for anything else, the white lily will be used only to honor her.
I won't use this design for anything else, the white lily will be used only to honor her.
Written By Joscelin
April 2, 2019, 5:51 p.m.(11/8/1010 AR)
My ears are on -fire-.
This should be more of a problem than it is, but it isn't. Goodness.
This should be more of a problem than it is, but it isn't. Goodness.
Written By Joscelin
March 31, 2019, 10:05 a.m.(11/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Venturo
I'm sure it was, Brewmaster.
Written By Joscelin
March 30, 2019, 4:22 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
I've previously notified my assistant to bring me any Whites that mention my cousin, mostly out of interest and partially because, with how busy we both are, it's one of the easiest, most anti-social ways of keeping track of the man. Lately, I will have a stack of copied entries on my desk to read during tea, only to have a harried messenger return with another stack. And another. And another!
Well done, cousin. This feels like a flashback from when you and Ianthe would get into trouble and I'd have a guard or a merchant or a ruffian or someone knocking on our doors to tell me where to find you -this- time.
It's actually rather wonderful.
Well done, cousin. This feels like a flashback from when you and Ianthe would get into trouble and I'd have a guard or a merchant or a ruffian or someone knocking on our doors to tell me where to find you -this- time.
It's actually rather wonderful.
Written By Joscelin
March 29, 2019, 7:40 p.m.(10/28/1010 AR)
Carmen has been taking the little boy to train. Today he told me how he got to drink 'ale'*, eat 'vittles'**, and tried to fight a lizard that was dead set on murdering Kraken-Snail.
Maybe I should send him to the Whispers, too, but I don't know if I need to. He can already talk circles around anyone taller than him.
*I've been promised this is actually cider.
** Chicken fried in little chunks. Sounds gross but he likes it.
Maybe I should send him to the Whispers, too, but I don't know if I need to. He can already talk circles around anyone taller than him.
*I've been promised this is actually cider.
** Chicken fried in little chunks. Sounds gross but he likes it.
Written By Joscelin
March 28, 2019, 10:48 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Another unexpected issue with having little boys around: they think their pockets are make-shift menageries, and if you put their little 'pets' back in the garden they scold you for murder.
'It's -too cold-, Auntie Josie. Kraken-Snail needs to be -inside-, with -me-, and we will keep him safe and warm -all winter-.' He stamped his foot. HE STAMPED HIS FOOT.
Just like his mother.
Oh, and there's no reasoning with a four year old, either, no matter how well-spoken they are, no matter how much like a crotchety old man they seem to be.
No. Reasoning.
'It's -too cold-, Auntie Josie. Kraken-Snail needs to be -inside-, with -me-, and we will keep him safe and warm -all winter-.' He stamped his foot. HE STAMPED HIS FOOT.
Just like his mother.
Oh, and there's no reasoning with a four year old, either, no matter how well-spoken they are, no matter how much like a crotchety old man they seem to be.
No. Reasoning.
Written By Joscelin
March 28, 2019, 10:34 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I say 'Idaing' like a new entry in my curse-word lexicon. What does it mean when -you- say it? I'm quaking in my boots.
Written By Joscelin
March 28, 2019, 10:31 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
I've never had a four year old tell me he was going to take a nap. 'Cause I'm 'ZAUSTED, Auntie Josie.' Yes. Alright then.
Today, after telling me this, he crawled into Ianthe's crib and used her belly for a pillow. Again. She's started to wrap her little fists in his curls when she sleeps.
My heart can't take much more. It's likely to explode.
Today, after telling me this, he crawled into Ianthe's crib and used her belly for a pillow. Again. She's started to wrap her little fists in his curls when she sleeps.
My heart can't take much more. It's likely to explode.
Written By Joscelin
March 28, 2019, 6:30 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
The worst part about grief is you can think it's gone, dead, as buried as the loved one you miss, and then it rolls over and stands up and scares the shit out of you, despair rolling in all over, like it never left at all.
In a way, it can feel reassuring, like your beloved is just behind you, around the corner, as if they only just stopped breathing a moment ago and that hope is still there. Perverse, that reassurance, maddening too, that just missing their death like it only just happens can feel -good-.
It's stupid.
I hate it.
In a way, it can feel reassuring, like your beloved is just behind you, around the corner, as if they only just stopped breathing a moment ago and that hope is still there. Perverse, that reassurance, maddening too, that just missing their death like it only just happens can feel -good-.
It's stupid.
I hate it.
Written By Joscelin
March 27, 2019, 1:06 a.m.(10/23/1010 AR)
My mother lives in the Saffron Isles. I haven't had a letter from her in some time and I'm starting to worry.
I've been trying to get her to come back to the city, but the woman is about as stubborn as they come. "You're grown and wise and strong and I need to go home," she'd said right after I bought my shop, right before Lady-Regent Dawn made me her protege. I could tell the loss of Father had weighed on her all this time, she was ready to be back among her kin.
My next letter will be more insistent. She has babies to play with, here.
Is it too late to pray?
I don't care.
Mother. Be safe. Listen to me, and come here soon.
I've been trying to get her to come back to the city, but the woman is about as stubborn as they come. "You're grown and wise and strong and I need to go home," she'd said right after I bought my shop, right before Lady-Regent Dawn made me her protege. I could tell the loss of Father had weighed on her all this time, she was ready to be back among her kin.
My next letter will be more insistent. She has babies to play with, here.
Is it too late to pray?
I don't care.
Mother. Be safe. Listen to me, and come here soon.
Written By Joscelin
March 24, 2019, 6:02 p.m.(10/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Agatha
It is so good, beyond words, beyond -telling-, to see your face in my life again, so I can kiss it all over and laugh to see your reaction.
So wonderful. Absolutely. Your boistrous laugh and delighted smile, and, and! I could watch you run through your sword paces all damn day.
All. Damn. Day.
So wonderful. Absolutely. Your boistrous laugh and delighted smile, and, and! I could watch you run through your sword paces all damn day.
All. Damn. Day.
Written By Joscelin
March 24, 2019, 5:53 p.m.(10/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
What am I going to do with you?
Written By Joscelin
March 20, 2019, 9:25 p.m.(10/10/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
I've always loved pearls. Most of the ones I've worked with are much smaller than these, and not nearly as luminescent, nor as resplendent or as abundant in colors. Oh, the colors...
It takes time, years and years to create a decent sized pearl, say the size of a pea? Regularly, the ones the Selikis send me are twice, three, four, five, SIX TIMES that size, and it's giving me a great deal of room as far as what I can create and how I can display these beautiful specimens. They can be carved as well, the nacre is precious though and I keep it all (I send them to the alchemists in the Guild that specialize in paints and cosmetics), I waste nothing.
I am blessed beyond anything that the Selikis are so very particular about who they let work with their pearls. Their ethics in labor are intense and awe-inspiring, makes the resources they harvest that much more appreciative and precious. I am humbled by the pleasure they take in what I do with them, and that they trust me to represent them in this.
It takes time, years and years to create a decent sized pearl, say the size of a pea? Regularly, the ones the Selikis send me are twice, three, four, five, SIX TIMES that size, and it's giving me a great deal of room as far as what I can create and how I can display these beautiful specimens. They can be carved as well, the nacre is precious though and I keep it all (I send them to the alchemists in the Guild that specialize in paints and cosmetics), I waste nothing.
I am blessed beyond anything that the Selikis are so very particular about who they let work with their pearls. Their ethics in labor are intense and awe-inspiring, makes the resources they harvest that much more appreciative and precious. I am humbled by the pleasure they take in what I do with them, and that they trust me to represent them in this.
Written By Joscelin
March 19, 2019, 9:28 p.m.(10/8/1010 AR)
I'm wondering if I should offer paid slots on my pre-sale-notification list. Especially after all the interest in Seliki pearls, and my plans for next week: I have a whole flat-bed lined in velvet, full of pearls of every color. I thought only sapphires came in so many hues. I was wrong. -And- they're -carvable-. Goodness.
Written By Joscelin
March 17, 2019, 2:29 p.m.(10/4/1010 AR)
The nights are getting colder. It's a pleasure wearing my blues, Aureth's skill is on par with his mother's, but don't tell him I said that.
Where did my boots go? Time to unpack my cloak, as well, the fur-lined one in shark leather. I still don't know how Oliver came up with the electrum clasp on his own. The man didn't know alloy to elbow.
Where did my boots go? Time to unpack my cloak, as well, the fur-lined one in shark leather. I still don't know how Oliver came up with the electrum clasp on his own. The man didn't know alloy to elbow.
Written By Joscelin
March 13, 2019, 4:32 p.m.(9/24/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
No, my cousin is not the captain of -this- Josie, his -ship- is named 'Josie'.
I knew there was a down side to that. Tehom's tits.
I knew there was a down side to that. Tehom's tits.
Written By Joscelin
March 13, 2019, 4:12 a.m.(9/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
Oh no. What did you do?
Written By Joscelin
March 12, 2019, 4:58 p.m.(9/22/1010 AR)
I can successfully negotiate any number of financial arrangements, read what a client wants with barely a handful of words, suss out a disagreement between old friends or competitors with minimal bloodshed.
So when I completely misread a social situation and make an ass of myself, I've no one to blame but me.
So when I completely misread a social situation and make an ass of myself, I've no one to blame but me.
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