Written By Sabine
Nov. 30, 2018, 3:33 a.m.(2/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
I've taken Lord Karadoc Saik to husband, made him Count Consort Karadoc Tessere.
Much is made of love matches in Arx. It feels sometimes I've not yet had a public conversation that didn't touch upon hearts and the stealing of them. Noble lips seem to favour the word most of all, and I wonder. I do wonder, sometimes, very much. I would like to assure our descendants, who must one day live with our name and bear up under the weight of the choices made by those before them, and before myself as well, that ours is not a love match. You need not suffer the heat of that common scandal, children. When we Tessere err, we do aim higher. So must you. Remember.
I'm sure the new Count Consort will discharge his duties admirably.
Much is made of love matches in Arx. It feels sometimes I've not yet had a public conversation that didn't touch upon hearts and the stealing of them. Noble lips seem to favour the word most of all, and I wonder. I do wonder, sometimes, very much. I would like to assure our descendants, who must one day live with our name and bear up under the weight of the choices made by those before them, and before myself as well, that ours is not a love match. You need not suffer the heat of that common scandal, children. When we Tessere err, we do aim higher. So must you. Remember.
I'm sure the new Count Consort will discharge his duties admirably.
Written By Sabine
Nov. 15, 2018, 2:52 a.m.(12/28/1009 AR)
I carried away more than I realized from the Eclipse of Mirrors. To remember: mind the promises you make to yourself when you kneel beside a god, hand in hand, flesh pierced and blood welling. Particularly when they are made to yourself. Those above and beyond us do so like to show our folly and all I can do is laugh, to see the corner I created for myself. I pray they're content to laugh with me.
But now to step away from the corner and into the future. I'll tell myself now that so long as I live, I'll continue to learn how to live.
Thank you, Tehom.
But now to step away from the corner and into the future. I'll tell myself now that so long as I live, I'll continue to learn how to live.
Thank you, Tehom.
Written By Sabine
Nov. 11, 2018, 7:42 p.m.(12/21/1009 AR)
Note to the staff:
Replace the pillows. I believe these have a tear, I've found loose feathers in my chambers.
Replace the pillows. I believe these have a tear, I've found loose feathers in my chambers.
Written By Sabine
Nov. 7, 2018, 4:43 a.m.(12/12/1009 AR)
I remember you.
I remember you not as others do, backlit by candlelight, creature of fire and shadow, a captivation conjured by wine and the manipulations of music and clever tailoring. You made them dance to your laughter, contort to the subtlest crook of your smallest finger. You made them whisper when you turned away, tongues tingling with the scandal of your life. They loved you for it, for the fire and the shadows.
I remember you not as they do, for your warmth or your distance. Not as he did, for your tempest or your loyalty. You were their storm, and their eye as well.
No. I remember you. I remember your silences and the looks you would sometimes cast over your shoulder. The blood on your bitten lip a ward against what you wouldn't say, the ink turned to jelly in its pot a bar to what you wouldn't write. Complicated woman. What a ruin you tried to make of the world. Of them. Of us.
Me.
I remember you and I've captured you in marble. No more fire, no more shadows. Let it be a cool peace, deep as your legacy. Deep as legend.
I remember you not as others do, backlit by candlelight, creature of fire and shadow, a captivation conjured by wine and the manipulations of music and clever tailoring. You made them dance to your laughter, contort to the subtlest crook of your smallest finger. You made them whisper when you turned away, tongues tingling with the scandal of your life. They loved you for it, for the fire and the shadows.
I remember you not as they do, for your warmth or your distance. Not as he did, for your tempest or your loyalty. You were their storm, and their eye as well.
No. I remember you. I remember your silences and the looks you would sometimes cast over your shoulder. The blood on your bitten lip a ward against what you wouldn't say, the ink turned to jelly in its pot a bar to what you wouldn't write. Complicated woman. What a ruin you tried to make of the world. Of them. Of us.
Me.
I remember you and I've captured you in marble. No more fire, no more shadows. Let it be a cool peace, deep as your legacy. Deep as legend.
Written By Sabine
Nov. 1, 2018, 6:59 p.m.(12/1/1009 AR)
I learned early that my happiness sprang from what I could control and that those things, the controllable, were never external to me. I could not be made truly happy by the fine clothes or gifts I was given, for their details were selected by others. I could not be made happy by my family, for though I care for them, their place in my life came of chance and their choices, their actions, their decisions were their own, separate of my preferences. I cannot be made happy by what is around me, for it may change at any given moment to a less pleasing configuration. Items decay, circumstances change, people are the heroes of their own stories and not of mine, and when they've completed their arc, they die.
All of this is endurable because I am content with what I claim control over: myself. I am content to be happy because I choose to be so, my thoughts aligned to my purpose and my feelings following orderly behind, as they should.
All of this is endurable because I am content with what I claim control over: myself. I am content to be happy because I choose to be so, my thoughts aligned to my purpose and my feelings following orderly behind, as they should.
Written By Sabine
Nov. 1, 2018, 2:21 a.m.(11/28/1009 AR)
It was a night to give our reflections free rein. A night worthy of Tehom. The variety of it all, the wondrous variety, to see each seek their own balance. I acted without true thought. I chose without consideration of consequence. I gave, freely. Too much, perhaps, but as I told the Thirteenth, "Tomorrow, then." Time enough for consequence tomorrow.
I may have also almost frozen my feet to blocks of ice but that is inconsequential. The return was everything.
And to they who left their offering in my hall, awaiting my return, I say to you: well chosen. I never knew you. May it not always be so.
I may have also almost frozen my feet to blocks of ice but that is inconsequential. The return was everything.
And to they who left their offering in my hall, awaiting my return, I say to you: well chosen. I never knew you. May it not always be so.
Written By Sabine
Oct. 30, 2018, 5:26 a.m.(11/24/1009 AR)
Thoughts and feelings act like dye upon the soul, as surely as dye stains cloth. I choose my own soul’s hue. I choose where I commit the mill of my mind.
I will not be led astray.
I will not be led astray.
Written By Sabine
Oct. 27, 2018, 1:55 a.m.(11/18/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
I remember when she was only a little kitten, all fluff and clumsy claws, endearing in the way of infant predators certain that they are the apex of their kind. Oh, how she hissed. Louder and longer than anyone else. As all kittens do eventually, she's grown up. The adult cat is sleek, tempestuous, fierce, inclined to the forms only so far as they suit her. The very epitome of feline. A delightful cat indeed so long as you have a care with the various pointy sides.
She reminds me of my mother, had my mother been blessed by chance of birth to the luck and luxuries of a princess.
She reminds me of my mother, had my mother been blessed by chance of birth to the luck and luxuries of a princess.
Written By Sabine
Oct. 23, 2018, 3:41 p.m.(11/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Audric
Keeping to one's word is essential but precision is preferable to cruelty. If someone must die, let it be done quickly and without lingering over their pain. That's what separates justice from vengeance.
Written By Sabine
Oct. 23, 2018, 2:27 a.m.(11/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Vayne
For the many, the one will sacrifice. For the many, the one /must/ sacrifice. I would take the silver and doom a family to destitution, with no chance of recompense. Then I would collect my remaining people, resources, allies, and wits to hunt those who drove me to such a choice. I would end them to a man, salt the earth where they died, and then, should the gods see fit to have allowed me my survival in such a fight, return to shepherding my flock.
They who raise a hand against helpless others will, if allowed the freedom, raise that hand again and again with impunity. Remove the hand and the sword will fall.
Half-measures aren't to be tolerated when assuring the future. No one capable of being a threat respects half-measures.
They who raise a hand against helpless others will, if allowed the freedom, raise that hand again and again with impunity. Remove the hand and the sword will fall.
Half-measures aren't to be tolerated when assuring the future. No one capable of being a threat respects half-measures.
Written By Sabine
Oct. 19, 2018, 2:38 a.m.(10/21/1009 AR)
The house is opened, the drapes drawn, the furniture uncovered. It's been some time since anyone lived here and the dust had collected in the deep corners, where shadows like to hide. No longer. Light, air, warmth; our coming is the breath of life within these walls. Tessere thrives, all rumours to the contrary aside. Beautiful gossips, I shake you away as my people do the dust from the drop cloths. To the past with you.
We welcome you into our lives, Arx.
We welcome you into our lives, Arx.
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