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Written By Margot

Nov. 25, 2017, 10:39 a.m.(8/26/1007 AR)

What I learned from attending a Greyson family dinner:

1. It is possible to have a royal family dinner where no one gets stabbed
2. It is not possible to have a royal family dinner without a competition of some sort

All around, a very delightful and entertaining evening.

Written By Margot

Nov. 4, 2017, 6:34 p.m.(7/10/1007 AR)

I have been asked, repeatedly why I have not abolished thralldom, and what has transpired in the south is a good part of that. Instead I have chosen to foster in my vessels a compassion, encouraged them to see their thralls as their citizens, their vassals as much as any other member of the common folk is. I have chosen to see the separate groups of thralls - the Prodigals, the Debters and Criminals - each differently, and to treat them as such, giving Debters and Prodigals the opportunity to be improved by their service, to learn skills they would not have access to other wise, to be exposed to higher levels of culture than they might have other wise. In mine own home, at the end of their service these people often stay, they are paid, they are trusted, they are productive and they thrive.

And at the same time, that criminals, true criminals, murderers, pirates, violent men and thugs that their service is more punitive, they are not trusted in houses, they are laborers. These are the population that row ships, work mines and fields, they have earned their position, they owe compensation to their communities.

No situation is black and white. A rainbow of gray exists in almost all things.

Written By Margot

Sept. 18, 2017, 8:13 p.m.(3/27/1007 AR)

I am tired of my luck running out.
I should like for once, just once, for my luck to run in.

Written By Margot

Sept. 9, 2017, 12:03 p.m.(3/8/1007 AR)

It looks as if I won't be shedding my armor anytime soon.

I wonder how it will feel when it all comes off. When I get to return to my dresses.
I think about serpents shedding their skin so they can grow - is it a relief, or does it itch - maybe a little of both.

Written By Margot

Sept. 4, 2017, 8:26 p.m.(2/23/1007 AR)

I killed a man.

Well he wasn't a man so much as an insane man-shaped creature infected with demonic influence. Still, my axe bit into his skull, there was a crunch, and then a mush and then I had to put my foot on his chest to pull my blade free again. After, the fight was over I felt heavy and light, proud and horrified.

I know now what I can do if I need to. And I genuinely hope I never need to again.

Written By Margot

Sept. 1, 2017, 5:15 p.m.(2/17/1007 AR)

On pants - they're uncomfortable, stiff and restrictive, and I don't know how anyone is happy with so much leather between their legs.

The mainland ladies seem to feel we are restricted in the isles with our mode of dress but give me my skirts and corsets any day.

Written By Margot

Aug. 29, 2017, 8:39 p.m.(2/11/1007 AR)

BLESSED ARE YOU, OUR GODDESS MANGATA

Tides rise, tides fall.
What seems chaotic in the moment, is always part of a bigger picture if one watches long enough.
Most often being on the receiving end of something unfortunate is more about being in the wrong place at the wrong time than being truly targeted.
Usually the surface of something tells you very little about its depths.

The ocean has taught me many lessons that have allowed me to survive.

Written By Margot

Aug. 28, 2017, 9:09 p.m.(2/10/1007 AR)

BLESSED ARE YOU, OUR GODDESS MANGATA

Salt Mother who feeds us, allows us to travel upon her back, who guards our shores.
You are in our blood. You are in our bones.
Tempest or calm sea, your breath is our breath.
Never are you forgotten.

Written By Margot

July 31, 2017, 6:01 p.m.(12/9/1006 AR)

To my infant daughter;

You have a name you just don't know it yet, you need to be a bit bigger before I give it to you. Already you're growing into it though, it seems you know how to make a fist. You know how to be loud. You know how to kick.

When you are older I have no doubt you will see me as old fashioned, for cleaving to 'old ways' and ideas. I imagine you will want to run amuck and show you are just as able as your future brothers will be. And I want you to know that I never doubted that, even now, while you are small and frail and they are not yet born. I have always believed you can be a little tempest, crashing against our shores if that is what you wish to be.

I hope though that you also have it in yourself to understand that it is easier to be undone than it is to be contained. It is easier to be impulsive than it is to be deliberate. I hope, as you grow you learn not to throw things to get your way, but rather to make your way manifest. I hope you learn that a whisper in the right ear can move more mountains than a scream can. I want for you to choose when you are the storm, and when you are the calm sea, not be pushed into those roles by the actions of others.

I want you to respect yourself enough to be the one who defines who you are.

Written By Margot

July 20, 2017, 10:54 p.m.(11/15/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Samantha

Despite the many things we agree to disagree on, we have in common the most important ones - a desire to see out families grow, our people thrive, and our children to never know the suffering that brought us to where we are today.

Written By Margot

July 14, 2017, 1:51 p.m.(11/3/1006 AR)

To whom it may concerned,

The baby grows stronger. She smiles now and foul smelling fluids find their way out of her less often. Her howling though when she is hungry or tired only grows louder as her body expands.

Yesterday she threw a whale bone toy out of the cradle in her flailing and it hit the nurse in the head. I am sure it was quite by accident and while I quietly tsked at her that dainty ladies should not throw things, I cannot help but think that her Thrax Aunts would approve.

There will be a quiet child in my future, I have no doubt, but this one is not that one. This one is a tempest, a wild thing, a little bit of the frozen, northern sea broken off and crashing into my household.

Written By Margot

July 9, 2017, 6:08 p.m.(10/21/1006 AR)

Cousins, I have more cousins. Archeron and Lethe arrived safely from Ashford Keep.
It's starting to feel like a real family.

Written By Margot

July 2, 2017, 10:25 p.m.(10/7/1006 AR)

Men!

Written By Margot

June 30, 2017, 11:28 p.m.(10/3/1006 AR)

Long live our King.
Long live our Queen.

I am for once relieved. A plan worked out as planned.
Compromise meant for once that all sides prospered.
I have succeeded as a diplomat.

Written By Margot

June 26, 2017, 11:26 a.m.(9/22/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Gideon

I never imagined YOU would be the one who would bring about the drama.

Written By Margot

June 23, 2017, 10:43 a.m.(9/16/1006 AR)

One million points for me I guess...

Written By Margot

June 16, 2017, 3:24 p.m.(9/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Declan

Just when I thought my daughter and I were the last of our kind....

Written By Margot

June 15, 2017, 5:42 p.m.(8/27/1006 AR)

The traitor is dead. The old man is dead.
Their shadows linger still and who knows what hides within them.

Written By Margot

June 14, 2017, 8:51 a.m.(8/24/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Shreve

You took the easy way out cousin but I will have my answers yet.

Written By Margot

June 12, 2017, 11:46 p.m.(8/21/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Declan

I have a cousin. I don't know how he survived, or where. I don't know much about him at all. I only remember the dark haired little boy he was before the war.

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