Written By Reigna
June 22, 2019, 7:41 p.m.(5/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Elisha
I cannot say that I understand your stories, but I find the images captivating. They have been a boon as I have been trapped in bed recovering. They take my mind to unknown places.
Written By Reigna
June 13, 2019, 1:09 p.m.(4/12/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
Jael Laurent! Are you ogling my husband's svelte and shapely ankles!? I know their grace stands in the face of his mountainous strength, defying with their shocking strength and boggling the mind as to how they so solidly support a man of his muscular measure... but those ankles are for my eyes to ogle!
Written By Reigna
June 13, 2019, 9:53 a.m.(4/11/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
It came to my attention that I have been remiss in devoting time in the praise of Jayus. I will be attempting to remedy this in the coming weeks.
Also, Kael's muscles deserve some serious appreciation sent Jayus' way.
Also, Kael's muscles deserve some serious appreciation sent Jayus' way.
Written By Reigna
June 11, 2019, 4:11 p.m.(4/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Kael
I have tried my hand at poetry!
For My Noble Mountain
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sentiments are noble,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Fog is thick,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Your system is muscular,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My sun is dazzling,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Force is strong,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
The way is boyish,
And so is your smile.
A mountain is beautiful,
Just like you
For My Noble Mountain
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sentiments are noble,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Fog is thick,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Your system is muscular,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My sun is dazzling,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Force is strong,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
The way is boyish,
And so is your smile.
A mountain is beautiful,
Just like you
Written By Reigna
May 31, 2019, 3:41 p.m.(3/14/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
Dare I ask the source of such commotion? I could have sworn I heard echoes of the ruckus in Keaton Hall.
Written By Reigna
May 28, 2019, 6:26 p.m.(3/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
The secret of Oakhaven's Master Leatherworker was bound to get out eventually. I too have some of Apollo's work and each piece is a treasure. Sometimes I almost am afraid to wear it, worried that I might scuff it or spill tea.
Have you seen the cloaks? Our the fur hats??
Have you seen the cloaks? Our the fur hats??
Written By Reigna
May 28, 2019, 6:22 p.m.(3/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
Are you going to make me blush, cousin? I hear of a weapon named Wildly Inappropriate and all manner of things come to mind.
Can you promised me one thing? Let me be there the first time Kael sees it.
Please!
Can you promised me one thing? Let me be there the first time Kael sees it.
Please!
Written By Reigna
May 26, 2019, 3:15 p.m.(3/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
If you have need of disposing of those dried dead mice, I can see if Fidelity might enjoy them as training treats? He enjoys freshly dead mice, but those are a little harder to keep on hand. One of my children reached into my pocket and went from surprise, to excitement to horror in rapid succession. Then I had to explain why momma was keeping dead mice in her pocket. It was a somewhat awkward conversation that resulted in some serious side eye from my child to my hunting partner.
Then again, if the mouse was dried, I might have enough time to distract the child before recognition of what it was sinks in.
Possibly.
Then again, if the mouse was dried, I might have enough time to distract the child before recognition of what it was sinks in.
Possibly.
Written By Reigna
May 18, 2019, 11:50 a.m.(2/16/1011 AR)
There are so many roads before me, each spinning off in their own direction. Obscured by distance, clouds and time, I cannot see where they go. But choices must be made, the world cannot stop while I make my decision. I can allow myself to be paralyzed by fear or I can trust in my judgement, experience and faith to guide me on whichever route I take.
The times we live in are extraordinary, the challenges and opportunities both daunting and surreal. The stories we are told from the days of old Heroics are gilded by the centuries between us and as I study them, as I consider... I realize that it is highly likely that they were frightened too. The import of their choices likely gave them doubts and fears. What makes one brave is not a lack of fear, but rather the ability to move beyond that fear and the commitment to do what must be done, no matter the terror held in one's heart.
The times we live in are extraordinary, the challenges and opportunities both daunting and surreal. The stories we are told from the days of old Heroics are gilded by the centuries between us and as I study them, as I consider... I realize that it is highly likely that they were frightened too. The import of their choices likely gave them doubts and fears. What makes one brave is not a lack of fear, but rather the ability to move beyond that fear and the commitment to do what must be done, no matter the terror held in one's heart.
Written By Reigna
May 11, 2019, 4:58 p.m.(2/2/1011 AR)
I do not enjoy the dark. I like even less being alone in the dark. The things we do for love. For family.
I have another action to take. Each day that passes, each morning waking up more tired than the last... I said I would wait, but why?
If your own personal pain could ease the suffering of your loved ones... Is it not your duty to accept that pain knowing that it helps those you care for?
Not enduring it is selfish. I know what must be done.
I have another action to take. Each day that passes, each morning waking up more tired than the last... I said I would wait, but why?
If your own personal pain could ease the suffering of your loved ones... Is it not your duty to accept that pain knowing that it helps those you care for?
Not enduring it is selfish. I know what must be done.
Written By Reigna
May 8, 2019, 2:28 p.m.(1/24/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
The Commander's Field at Keaton Hall has been designed with just such a purpose in mind. We have obstacles and varied terrain in order to test the mettle of squads and units of different sizes in pitched combat. You are more than welcome -- encouraged even -- to come and host your events there.
Written By Reigna
May 4, 2019, 12:29 a.m.(1/15/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Juniper
I am so, so pleased to hear reports of your progress. You are an inspiration in so many ways. I will be 'round tomorrow and ready to paint. I always have to remember that I am actually fairly tall. I am just dwarfed by my husband and so many of the Lords of Arx.
Written By Reigna
April 27, 2019, 8:52 p.m.(1/2/1011 AR)
The fatigue is unrelenting. Every time I lay my head down I pray that when I wake I will feel like myself. And every time I open my eyes and feel the weight of all my yesterdays settling on my shoulders, into my bones and I just... it is hard sometimes. To get out of bed in the mornings. But the world continues to go on. It does not stop because we are tired. We must march on. Find the strength to keep going. One foot in front of the other. Watching my children suffer the same fatigue I feel is breaking my heart. There has to be an answer. There must be. This is what I tell myself. This is what will be until we are not.
Written By Reigna
April 24, 2019, 10:07 a.m.(12/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
His gift came, unexpected, surprising. I admit, for as much as I admired him, I did not think to be remembered in such a way. I have to keep reminding myself that he has gone home. That he is safe and warm and making the Queen laugh. My grief is my own.
I spent some time studying the stars. And I think I saw a glimmer of his smile within their shine.
I spent some time studying the stars. And I think I saw a glimmer of his smile within their shine.
Written By Reigna
April 21, 2019, 9:35 a.m.(12/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
I once had a dream. I stood before a painting that took up the whole wall before me. An idyllic scene, a wooded lake shore on a sunny day. Leaves drenched in sunlight, offering dappled shade to the ground below, a stretch of water, shimmering silver like fish scales in the sun. I held up my hand, fingers spread to touch the surface of the painting, and my hand brushed, not dried paint on canvas, but the warmth of sunlight, a tickle of a breeze. My hand did not go through the painting, but rather into it. I stepped over the frame and into the world. And as if I were traveling between the layers of oil and cloth, of air, earth and water, my eyes opened to all that was around me, the motion captured in a moment. The drone of a fly buzzing, the swish of a bird's wing, the leap of a fish breaking the surface of the lake. Life teeming around me. My skin was warmed by the sun, light kissing every inch of me, and I felt a slowness creep over me; not sinister, but languid. As if in that moment I had all the time in the world. I had choice and agency. I had wisdom and the space necessary to wield it. I could experience the peace of the world within that painting and see all that lay under the surface, churning motion, so many small details that I should be overwhelmed. Yet each had its moment, each was seen and understood. It is impossible, I think, to fully put to word the feeling of it all. Change, motion, multitudes below. Stillness, peace, contentment on the surface. Experiencing both in the same moment.
To me, that was Luca.
Travel well my friend. May you find your sunbeam.
To me, that was Luca.
Travel well my friend. May you find your sunbeam.
Written By Reigna
April 18, 2019, 8:49 a.m.(12/11/1010 AR)
Is there someone in Arx who might be interested in helping me become a poet? I put words together in a fashion that I think should be pleasing or meaningful and yet the results are... well. Distressingly bad.
I will say that I have enjoyed the offerings from those that have been displayed in some of the whites lately. I particularly enjoyed Dame Leta Broadbent's prose from the perspective of her cat.
Would that I had that facility of rhyme and substance.
I will say that I have enjoyed the offerings from those that have been displayed in some of the whites lately. I particularly enjoyed Dame Leta Broadbent's prose from the perspective of her cat.
Would that I had that facility of rhyme and substance.
Written By Reigna
April 14, 2019, 2:17 p.m.(12/4/1010 AR)
Time passes and all things change. This is as it should be. Things in constant motion, subtle growth or explosive transformation. Even things thought to be immobile, immutable are subject to change. This is as it should be. But there is no stopping the pain that often comes with such things.
Written By Reigna
April 13, 2019, 10:04 p.m.(12/2/1010 AR)
There are days in which I feel adrift, set upon a calm and serene sea. Nothing pressing, nothing requiring my attention. And then there are other days, like lately, in which there never seems to be a chance to breathe. One thing after another, after another, tiny crises clamoring for attention. I am... I am tired.
Written By Reigna
April 5, 2019, 8:21 p.m.(11/14/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
28 cases of wine head,
16 twisted ankles,
9 loosened teeth,
5 black eyes,
4 punctured buttocks,
3 bruised brains,
2 half severed thumbs,
and 1 broken femur.
And a catchy song that echoes far too frequently in my hospital.
If I catch you on the street I'll minor incident you!
...It occurs to me that I should emphasize this is a joke. I intend no harm to Master Arterius.
16 twisted ankles,
9 loosened teeth,
5 black eyes,
4 punctured buttocks,
3 bruised brains,
2 half severed thumbs,
and 1 broken femur.
And a catchy song that echoes far too frequently in my hospital.
If I catch you on the street I'll minor incident you!
...It occurs to me that I should emphasize this is a joke. I intend no harm to Master Arterius.
Written By Reigna
April 3, 2019, 4:16 p.m.(11/10/1010 AR)
I remember words spoken to me by then Archlector of Death, now Legate of the Lost, Father Aureth.
He said to me, that Death never takes, she only receives. A simple statement, but one that altered my perceptions in a profound way. Healers often consciously or unconsciously, set ourselves as opponents of Death. We see it as something to be overcome, defeated, cheated, even. It may be hubris, yes. Being someone who can heal can be a heady thing. With that statement spoken aloud, I began to understand that Death is not the enemy of healers. It is not a failure when someone succumbs to mortal wounds when you have done all that you can do.
Death does not take. She receives. She welcomes. She is the home that we return to at the end of our journey. We are able to sit at the feet of our mother and tell the story of the life we have lived. We are seen, and we are heard, and the Mother of us all awaits us to welcome us home.
The Lyceum has lost a great leader, and for that loss we should mourn. Mourn for missing a dear and beloved friend. But be happy for Eleyna. Her journey has completed and she is now regaling the Queen of Endings with her life's joys and lessons learned. She has gone home and onto whatever journey awaits her next, be it Elysium or the Wheel once more.
As for the newest Princess Eleyna, having felt the strength of her heartbeat, seeing her mother's determination that she survive, I feel confident that she will be here to stay with us, have a chance to shine as bright or brighter than her namesake. Remember that some of the fiercest creatures are the smallest.
He said to me, that Death never takes, she only receives. A simple statement, but one that altered my perceptions in a profound way. Healers often consciously or unconsciously, set ourselves as opponents of Death. We see it as something to be overcome, defeated, cheated, even. It may be hubris, yes. Being someone who can heal can be a heady thing. With that statement spoken aloud, I began to understand that Death is not the enemy of healers. It is not a failure when someone succumbs to mortal wounds when you have done all that you can do.
Death does not take. She receives. She welcomes. She is the home that we return to at the end of our journey. We are able to sit at the feet of our mother and tell the story of the life we have lived. We are seen, and we are heard, and the Mother of us all awaits us to welcome us home.
The Lyceum has lost a great leader, and for that loss we should mourn. Mourn for missing a dear and beloved friend. But be happy for Eleyna. Her journey has completed and she is now regaling the Queen of Endings with her life's joys and lessons learned. She has gone home and onto whatever journey awaits her next, be it Elysium or the Wheel once more.
As for the newest Princess Eleyna, having felt the strength of her heartbeat, seeing her mother's determination that she survive, I feel confident that she will be here to stay with us, have a chance to shine as bright or brighter than her namesake. Remember that some of the fiercest creatures are the smallest.
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