Written By Nurie
Nov. 17, 2018, 11 a.m.(1/5/1010 AR)
What can be repaired has been, and what needs replacing has been replaced.
A damaged cloak was repaired to its betterment in a way that truly surprised me. I wonder if I should experiment with dyeing silk with tea as well. On purpose! It imparted a flexibility and interesting gradient of hue that might be fun to play with, without my heart in my throat at the potential ruination of something already crafted!
But still--it is disconcerting. I suppose I'd come to regard my little corner of the city as something peaceful, something joyful. There's nothing quite like seeing someone's eyes light up with joy as they look down at the fit of a garment created just for them. Or a companion's sparkling smile as they view their sweet one's gift at its fitting, where we add all the final personal touches. But I must remember that business is business, and even there the games are played, not just between the nobility, but many others. Games of words, both kind and unkind. I would be lying too, if there wasn't a degree of showmanship, wanting to outfit the best and brightest, to the most success! And so I must be stronger, and not quite wear my heart on my sleeve so much. I can do it!
A damaged cloak was repaired to its betterment in a way that truly surprised me. I wonder if I should experiment with dyeing silk with tea as well. On purpose! It imparted a flexibility and interesting gradient of hue that might be fun to play with, without my heart in my throat at the potential ruination of something already crafted!
But still--it is disconcerting. I suppose I'd come to regard my little corner of the city as something peaceful, something joyful. There's nothing quite like seeing someone's eyes light up with joy as they look down at the fit of a garment created just for them. Or a companion's sparkling smile as they view their sweet one's gift at its fitting, where we add all the final personal touches. But I must remember that business is business, and even there the games are played, not just between the nobility, but many others. Games of words, both kind and unkind. I would be lying too, if there wasn't a degree of showmanship, wanting to outfit the best and brightest, to the most success! And so I must be stronger, and not quite wear my heart on my sleeve so much. I can do it!
Written By Nurie
Nov. 11, 2018, 1:31 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Oh, my stars!
I have received almost the most wonderful gift ever! They just arrived from Irisical, and I've never held anything so soft and beautiful! They also make the loveliest sounds. It's not a song...not /exactly/...but they coo and trill quite contentedly especially when you feed them grains and allow them to nestle in your arm or against your neck! I think one of them /must/ have the blood of a champion! He struts and puffs his feathers just so, his tail as proud and plumed as a noblewoman's fan! And they are so striking in with their white and black markings! It's so hard to not spoil them. I wanted to get them accustomed to the Palazzo, but perhaps it wasn't the best idea to allow them out of their cage just yet.
I think I got all of the feathers out of Sabine's room!
I did notice that my champion had a black foot when I retrieved him from the courtyard. He'd been flying near Minister Daupenne's offices. I peeked in the doorway and his ledgers were out, as was his inkwell, but I didn't have time to look then, and when I'd finally retrieved all the birds his door was closed!
And I cleaned up the incident on top of Cosimo's bookshelf.
I think perhaps, in addition to all the lovely nightgowns and bedding robes I'm working on this week, perhaps I'd better see about getting some instruction from someone who knows about keeping birds!
I have received almost the most wonderful gift ever! They just arrived from Irisical, and I've never held anything so soft and beautiful! They also make the loveliest sounds. It's not a song...not /exactly/...but they coo and trill quite contentedly especially when you feed them grains and allow them to nestle in your arm or against your neck! I think one of them /must/ have the blood of a champion! He struts and puffs his feathers just so, his tail as proud and plumed as a noblewoman's fan! And they are so striking in with their white and black markings! It's so hard to not spoil them. I wanted to get them accustomed to the Palazzo, but perhaps it wasn't the best idea to allow them out of their cage just yet.
I think I got all of the feathers out of Sabine's room!
I did notice that my champion had a black foot when I retrieved him from the courtyard. He'd been flying near Minister Daupenne's offices. I peeked in the doorway and his ledgers were out, as was his inkwell, but I didn't have time to look then, and when I'd finally retrieved all the birds his door was closed!
And I cleaned up the incident on top of Cosimo's bookshelf.
I think perhaps, in addition to all the lovely nightgowns and bedding robes I'm working on this week, perhaps I'd better see about getting some instruction from someone who knows about keeping birds!
Written By Nurie
Nov. 3, 2018, 12:59 a.m.(12/4/1009 AR)
I have discovered that coming to the aid of others by helping to defeat ruffians is quite exciting! I am proud to say that I struck a blow to the hindquarters of those up to no good. We Dare, indeed! But while the spirit is high, and I still /quite/ feel the fire in my blood even now, my foot is bruising and is even swelling a bit. So perhaps I am not yet ready to run off to join the Champions!
Written By Nurie
Nov. 1, 2018, 1:40 p.m.(12/1/1009 AR)
Last night felt like walking in a dream.
I held a pool of moonlight silver in my arms as I waited for my beloved lady, and to see her dancing proud and beautiful beyond compare amongst such fantastically clad revelers brought tears of joy to my eyes, even though it made me feel half a child again, sneaking into the shadows to watch my mother's parties from places unseen.
The Dark Reflection touched my face, as cold as ice, and fire in its wake. I danced with a handsome Count, and we managed to not mangle anyone too badly, and my heart was lifted further still. When we parted and I watched more dancers, the flute of wine that I took tasted sweeter than a lover's first kiss.
But then He asked for tribute and gifts. I was stirred, but I thought what could I give? And then I felt the bloom against my skin, that I have carried since the tomb was sealed. I gave Him my fear at her passing, the grief that clouds my view of the mirror and steals my life and my path forward to protect and honor the ones that remain. He did not turn aside such a poor and humble gift, and His touch was a blessing.
I woke this morning with my hands still glowing with soft rainbows from all that ground pearls and paint that we needed to scrub from my lady's skin and comb out of her hair last night, and instead of feeling of that tomb-flower pressed to me, instead there was light and silk and less pain, though I think there will surely always be a pang now and then.
Oh, Dark Reflection, may I remember to keep my eyes clear and open to what is before me now. May I know when to cut, and when to be cut; clothe me in guile and cunning, wisdom and love, my mind clinging to no thing and untroubled, that I may move with suppleness and resiliency between the two spheres that I can neither fully claim, nor fully deny.
I held a pool of moonlight silver in my arms as I waited for my beloved lady, and to see her dancing proud and beautiful beyond compare amongst such fantastically clad revelers brought tears of joy to my eyes, even though it made me feel half a child again, sneaking into the shadows to watch my mother's parties from places unseen.
The Dark Reflection touched my face, as cold as ice, and fire in its wake. I danced with a handsome Count, and we managed to not mangle anyone too badly, and my heart was lifted further still. When we parted and I watched more dancers, the flute of wine that I took tasted sweeter than a lover's first kiss.
But then He asked for tribute and gifts. I was stirred, but I thought what could I give? And then I felt the bloom against my skin, that I have carried since the tomb was sealed. I gave Him my fear at her passing, the grief that clouds my view of the mirror and steals my life and my path forward to protect and honor the ones that remain. He did not turn aside such a poor and humble gift, and His touch was a blessing.
I woke this morning with my hands still glowing with soft rainbows from all that ground pearls and paint that we needed to scrub from my lady's skin and comb out of her hair last night, and instead of feeling of that tomb-flower pressed to me, instead there was light and silk and less pain, though I think there will surely always be a pang now and then.
Oh, Dark Reflection, may I remember to keep my eyes clear and open to what is before me now. May I know when to cut, and when to be cut; clothe me in guile and cunning, wisdom and love, my mind clinging to no thing and untroubled, that I may move with suppleness and resiliency between the two spheres that I can neither fully claim, nor fully deny.
Written By Nurie
Oct. 29, 2018, 9:26 p.m.(11/24/1009 AR)
At first I thought it quite distracting to be stared at by a turtle when I was working. But he is very adorable. And then I realized that he really wasn't staring at /me/ or the beading, but was looking very forlornly at the leftover sliced fruit that I'd forgotten about on the table while I was doing my embroidery. Or he was missing his mistress, but I'm certain he'll be returned home safe and snug very soon.
Disturbing dreams have plagued me so, and little worries tugging and pulling at my heart and mind, so it was good to have some company. I do love my lady's cat, but not while I am surrounded by threads and beads! Perhaps I should look into getting some kind of pet.
Disturbing dreams have plagued me so, and little worries tugging and pulling at my heart and mind, so it was good to have some company. I do love my lady's cat, but not while I am surrounded by threads and beads! Perhaps I should look into getting some kind of pet.
Written By Nurie
Oct. 28, 2018, 11:57 a.m.(11/21/1009 AR)
I suppose I should grant myself the patience that is so often reserved for others.
But how it is that still sometimes I am so filled with anger and grief and guilt as much as I am with longing to hear your voice, as sharp as it might have been, or to feel the distracted pat of affection upon my head or hand?
Tonight as I worked on a new gown for a kind lady your age, I found my needle strayed and drew blood because of the sudden tears that came unbidden to my eyes.
Do I want to know the truth behind why you are no longer here? Yes, if for no other reason that so long as we do not know, my beloved ones are still not safe, from the hand that wielded the knife nor from the whispers that follow.
Once there were two Ruins of House Tessere living. Now there is but one. And despite all, she misses you.
But how it is that still sometimes I am so filled with anger and grief and guilt as much as I am with longing to hear your voice, as sharp as it might have been, or to feel the distracted pat of affection upon my head or hand?
Tonight as I worked on a new gown for a kind lady your age, I found my needle strayed and drew blood because of the sudden tears that came unbidden to my eyes.
Do I want to know the truth behind why you are no longer here? Yes, if for no other reason that so long as we do not know, my beloved ones are still not safe, from the hand that wielded the knife nor from the whispers that follow.
Once there were two Ruins of House Tessere living. Now there is but one. And despite all, she misses you.
Written By Nurie
Oct. 24, 2018, 2:36 p.m.(11/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabine
My stars, would you have ever thought that it would be a greater task to get these endearing northerners /into/ smallclothes rather than out of them? Beloved, perhaps if the idea of well fitted and luxurious undergarments could be spread throughout the realm, Tessere could claim to be the broker of peace, as there would be less grumpiness and greater cheer. It is a start!
Written By Nurie
Oct. 21, 2018, 1:49 p.m.(11/4/1009 AR)
I think...I think I quite like Arxian "nightlife." I had never thought that I would see a lord's arse outside of a fitting room--not that I am complaining--and especially not elevated atop a table! Nor the fact that it would be upsurped by a fetching knight's, and most certainly there are no complaints from me about that situation either! And the dancing! I cannot say I have had any instruction in dances, other than simple ones hand in hand, when we dance and make merry on our own sometimes, while the lords and ladies have refinements in another area of the keep or manor. But I think I would like to dance again, despite my lack of skill--it was so much fun! I shall have to seek out more opportunities.
Written By Nurie
Oct. 19, 2018, 9:04 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)
It is hard to imagine I shall ever be able to sleep again!
The household is a whirlwind, with so many chests and chests and chests of clothing to be unpacked and put away, and tidied, while still ensuring my cherished Sabine looks as though she hasn't a care in the world, except to draw its eye. As is right and proper! Thankfully sweet Cosimo needs less help, though certainly what he lacks in volume of chests and wardrobes he certainly makes up for in weight; more books than Sabine has shoes!
But in that lull before dinner, I was able to go on a jaunt to the market, and stopped to wander along the way, letting myself drift from enchantment to enchantment. I do not know how the others shall feel--I can already hear Minister Daupenne's rumble and feel his scowl--but oh, how the city calls to me! Tastes from places I've only read about. People whose manner of speaking delights. All here in one place, though I know it will take me many adventures to even meet the first first swallow of my curiousity! Today I chatted with a baker, and a cheesemonger, a few guards who were waiting for their lord to finish up his shopping. And I met a broodingly handsome sellsword and a duelist whose smile surely should make the most hardened of hearts melted and merry, and a fire-haired little King of the Fishes.
Did you know that the champions sometimes fight bare chested here? Perhaps all those stories about no one but we Lycenes knowing how to have a good time are just that after all! it seems that tonight I shall have some more time free to explore. Wish me luck!
The household is a whirlwind, with so many chests and chests and chests of clothing to be unpacked and put away, and tidied, while still ensuring my cherished Sabine looks as though she hasn't a care in the world, except to draw its eye. As is right and proper! Thankfully sweet Cosimo needs less help, though certainly what he lacks in volume of chests and wardrobes he certainly makes up for in weight; more books than Sabine has shoes!
But in that lull before dinner, I was able to go on a jaunt to the market, and stopped to wander along the way, letting myself drift from enchantment to enchantment. I do not know how the others shall feel--I can already hear Minister Daupenne's rumble and feel his scowl--but oh, how the city calls to me! Tastes from places I've only read about. People whose manner of speaking delights. All here in one place, though I know it will take me many adventures to even meet the first first swallow of my curiousity! Today I chatted with a baker, and a cheesemonger, a few guards who were waiting for their lord to finish up his shopping. And I met a broodingly handsome sellsword and a duelist whose smile surely should make the most hardened of hearts melted and merry, and a fire-haired little King of the Fishes.
Did you know that the champions sometimes fight bare chested here? Perhaps all those stories about no one but we Lycenes knowing how to have a good time are just that after all! it seems that tonight I shall have some more time free to explore. Wish me luck!
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