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Written By Viviana

Dec. 31, 2021, 5:20 p.m.(11/7/1016 AR)

Scholar.

Try this one for size,
To rhyme, never apologize,
as a pithy way to express
the stress
of impatience.

To three that be --
listen, I am begging for your
sym-path-y

it started off so easily,
and now I
am growing
bored.

That's enough of that, I agree.

Written By Viviana

Dec. 28, 2021, 11:39 a.m.(10/28/1016 AR)

Dame Ida's latest martial marvel is a triumph of functional art.

Plus, the sword matches so much in my wardrobe -- and, and, and -- it brings out the color in my good eye. So, the next time I need to be battling it out, elbow-deep in the fight -- so bright, that flashing blade in my hand. An extension of the small power I wield. A mirror to the green sparkle in my eye. The body on the giving end of Emerald Fire should be utterly charmed by my style, my smile -- before I advance forward in a lunge and end their lives.

-- It's so perfect.

Written By Viviana

Dec. 23, 2021, 10:45 a.m.(10/18/1016 AR)

What are several of our ceaseless cravings, my darlings, what keeps us up and chasing after them: silver -- power -- knowledge.

How much of that matters if you don't have any respect for yourself? Or others?

Written By Viviana

Dec. 21, 2021, 3:18 p.m.(10/14/1016 AR)

I gather turnips. These things are hard, so, I will need to hire out the carving of them. Thirteen times thirteen. Until the Paramour is dazzled with lamp-light.

I'll eat the radishes.

That -- is okay, isn't it, Scholar?

Written By Viviana

Dec. 19, 2021, 1:40 p.m.(10/10/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Anisha

Excuse me, this misunderstanding, and allow me to make this clarification in my entry: I was talking about you, Radiant.

Written By Viviana

Dec. 16, 2021, 10:52 p.m.(10/5/1016 AR)

I think I'll learn to juggle. Oh my -- the hobbies I'll have time for.

Written By Viviana

Dec. 15, 2021, 11:05 p.m.(10/3/1016 AR)

Theatre of the absurd, my darlings, and we're all sitting in the balcony -- and we're all watching -- and for what.

That's all we're for, you see.

To watch.

Written By Viviana

Dec. 15, 2021, 9:28 p.m.(10/3/1016 AR)

Asking someone what their favorite color is has certainly proven insightful. It's yellow. There are reasons. If you read this -- and wonder about how vague it is -- ask yourself what your favorite color is, and why. Then ask someone else. The answer may surprise. It's certainly more amusing than asking: why?

Written By Viviana

Dec. 6, 2021, 3:21 a.m.(9/11/1016 AR)

An incredible weariness, a growing desire for change, and -- a need for the company. Not a need. An ache. It's a pain, nearly, and one that cannot be ignored.

Written By Viviana

Dec. 4, 2021, 4:55 p.m.(9/9/1016 AR)

Oh, this -- this is a familiar ache, a fathoms-deep longing that I didn't think I wanted again. Here I am. Adrift.




-- help me.

Written By Viviana

Dec. 4, 2021, 2:48 p.m.(9/8/1016 AR)

When was the last time that I saw you for longer than the time spent asleep -- and time spent dreaming? I do not remember that last time at all -- not the time of day, not the place, not the details of the conversation, not even what ensemble you were wearing. I remember the curve of your lower lip, the way that your eyes seemed silver, and the lone night-black curl that grazed your cheek.

Written By Viviana

Nov. 27, 2021, 3:55 p.m.(8/23/1016 AR)

It's a metaphor, Scholar Einar. Maybe a sharp metaphor. Maybe it's really just a knife. Or a knighthood --

You're not laughing.

That was funny, I promise.

Written By Viviana

Nov. 26, 2021, 4:29 p.m.(8/21/1016 AR)

Seriously, that was four -- or maybe even seven -- hours ago. Scholar Einar. Next time, you really do need to pull a random White for me.

Really surprise us.

Written By Viviana

Nov. 26, 2021, 2:28 p.m.(8/20/1016 AR)

It took ages to get the Scholar Einar to pull the proper journal,

"I really can't understand how a seagull can be happy with who they are. Their entire life is scream, steal, shit and die."

-- honestly, that doesn't sound at all a terrible way to live.

Written By Viviana

Nov. 23, 2021, 4:03 a.m.(8/14/1016 AR)

No one's truly spared the gift of being utterly heartbroken, unless you're a giant lump of stone, and if so - honestly - you'll need to take better care of yourself. Are you so uncaring, Scholar Einar? No. You're not. No. We are not going to address how alarming that thought is - and bring ourselves to dwell on not of what came to pass - but the sweetness of what could have-been.

Thankfully --

I adapt, my darlings.

Written By Viviana

Oct. 13, 2021, 7:39 p.m.(5/17/1016 AR)

You'll see the caravel, but her captain has gone a-wandering.

Written By Viviana

Oct. 11, 2021, 5:22 p.m.(5/13/1016 AR)

Sprawl, take up space, be seen --

Written By Viviana

Oct. 9, 2021, 3:21 p.m.(5/9/1016 AR)

Hello, dearest Scholar -- would you like to hear my scandalous opinion of the moment, it's purely whimsy?

Excellent.

Should I ever abdicate my particular title or position, it will be to pursue my passion for being in theatre. Or, perhaps, to be a luminary's Champion. It would need to be terribly, loudly violet and dramatic -- no matter what the circumstance.

Written By Viviana

Oct. 3, 2021, 5:12 p.m.(4/25/1016 AR)

Nearly drowned myself in vinegar for my trouble.

Written By Viviana

Sept. 30, 2021, 6:09 p.m.(4/19/1016 AR)

There's a bird called the river kingfisher, Scholar, did you know that?

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