Written By Joscelin
Sept. 11, 2016, 2:43 p.m.(7/18/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Isolde
A lovely woman, priestess, spiritual advisor... it's hard to describe Isolde. All I know is she brought me a moment's peace and it helped. I am grateful.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 10, 2016, 7:47 p.m.(7/16/1004 AR)
NO. I DO NOT HAVE HAIRY TITS. STOP GIVING ME STYLING TIPS.
Are you writing in capital letters? WHY? AND AGAIN!
(page is crumpled, pen marks scraped all over the page)
Are you writing in capital letters? WHY? AND AGAIN!
(page is crumpled, pen marks scraped all over the page)
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 10, 2016, 11:31 a.m.(7/15/1004 AR)
This has been quite the last couple of weeks.
Don't look at me like that, I'm not going to explain all of it. Just... suffice to say:
It's. Been. Interesting.
I feel like my head is either in the clouds or so grounded in metal and pretty rocks that there's no in between.
I've been slammed with a Jayus-blessed rush of inspiration, I cannot turn work out fast enough. My fingers are peppered with new scars and I forgot the amazing sensation of burns -UNDER- my callouses.
You want me to tell you how -that- happened? Come work for me. I've need for an apprentice. Though. I don't mind polishing my own work.
Don't look at me like that, I'm not going to explain all of it. Just... suffice to say:
It's. Been. Interesting.
I feel like my head is either in the clouds or so grounded in metal and pretty rocks that there's no in between.
I've been slammed with a Jayus-blessed rush of inspiration, I cannot turn work out fast enough. My fingers are peppered with new scars and I forgot the amazing sensation of burns -UNDER- my callouses.
You want me to tell you how -that- happened? Come work for me. I've need for an apprentice. Though. I don't mind polishing my own work.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 10, 2016, 11:08 a.m.(7/15/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Niccolo
On Market Day, I had the pleasure of meeting His Grace briefly but it was his protege Acacia that arrested most of my attention, with her generous praise and her pretty eyes.
-shut up I'm not done.
-but I hadn't sat down and spoken to him until I met he and Acacia for conversation and wine.
The man is eloquent, words drip fully formed from his mouth like glittering gemstones from a doeskin pouch. And the partial focus he gives a person makes the hair stand up on ones neck, but not in alarm so much as in notification. Like, the brown eyes of the Duke are on your skin, PAY ATTENTION.
Watching the way he worked around the conversation with myself, Acacia, and Master Carver in my memories has led me to an appreciation of His Grace. While I want to say I look forward to speaking with him again, and I do, the intensity of his regard might warrant a drink or two first.
-shut up I'm not done.
-but I hadn't sat down and spoken to him until I met he and Acacia for conversation and wine.
The man is eloquent, words drip fully formed from his mouth like glittering gemstones from a doeskin pouch. And the partial focus he gives a person makes the hair stand up on ones neck, but not in alarm so much as in notification. Like, the brown eyes of the Duke are on your skin, PAY ATTENTION.
Watching the way he worked around the conversation with myself, Acacia, and Master Carver in my memories has led me to an appreciation of His Grace. While I want to say I look forward to speaking with him again, and I do, the intensity of his regard might warrant a drink or two first.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 10, 2016, 11:04 a.m.(7/15/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Acacia
The more time I spent with this woman, the more I like her.
Be it drunk and practically falling over or screaming my head off at the tourney, she almost always takes it all in stride. It's impossible not to appreciate that kind of acceptance, sometimes a person even feels drawn to it.
-...YES. I did notice she fills out that dress like a damn-
Be it drunk and practically falling over or screaming my head off at the tourney, she almost always takes it all in stride. It's impossible not to appreciate that kind of acceptance, sometimes a person even feels drawn to it.
-...YES. I did notice she fills out that dress like a damn-
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 10, 2016, 11:02 a.m.(7/15/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Benjamin
Sure, he's nice to look at, but he's impossible to read. However, he's earned some bit of trust or admiration from Acacia, and that's generally enough for me.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 8, 2016, 1:29 p.m.(7/9/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Kima
So you're having a strange morning, recovering from an even stranger night, and a person walks in.
And this person is themselves, glorious, wonderful, but you are not.
You are not ready to meet the day, your mind is preoccupied, consumed by the day to day and the collective complications that have occurred since the previous sunrise.
But you try, you know? Try to collect yourself, put on the smile. Straighten your shoulders, use the right language.
And yet... the cracks are getting bigger. Words and time stretch on and you can't stop your mind from doing what it does.
You fall, because of course you do, it's hard to stay upright beneath so much.
Then, a stranger catches you.
So it was with Kima the other morning. She caught me with her laughter and her hands, her radiant presence and her kind reassurances. She held my burdens in her hands, let me breathe, and when I was ready, helped me find a better way to carry them.
And that's genuinely priceless. There are no rubies or sapphires or tourmalines rich enough to pay for such a treasure.
I am very fortunate to have met Kima, and I hope she remains the good friend she has proved to be.
And this person is themselves, glorious, wonderful, but you are not.
You are not ready to meet the day, your mind is preoccupied, consumed by the day to day and the collective complications that have occurred since the previous sunrise.
But you try, you know? Try to collect yourself, put on the smile. Straighten your shoulders, use the right language.
And yet... the cracks are getting bigger. Words and time stretch on and you can't stop your mind from doing what it does.
You fall, because of course you do, it's hard to stay upright beneath so much.
Then, a stranger catches you.
So it was with Kima the other morning. She caught me with her laughter and her hands, her radiant presence and her kind reassurances. She held my burdens in her hands, let me breathe, and when I was ready, helped me find a better way to carry them.
And that's genuinely priceless. There are no rubies or sapphires or tourmalines rich enough to pay for such a treasure.
I am very fortunate to have met Kima, and I hope she remains the good friend she has proved to be.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 7, 2016, 12:56 a.m.(7/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Larissa
A lovely client with a fondness for unicorns, bunnies, and the color pink.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 5, 2016, 10:08 p.m.(7/1/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Laric
An odd yet intent fellow.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 5, 2016, 4:14 p.m.(6/28/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
A charming young man, scars and all
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 5, 2016, 4:11 p.m.(6/28/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Gareth
I had royalty in my shop today. This isn't that unusual with Lady Dawn make her appearances as she does. But point of fact, it was her cousin that came by, the Lord-Prince Gareth of Grayson.
What we discussed was between us, but I must confess to being incredibly charmed by him. I've been told of his scars and his appearance, and .... I have to say, it makes him appear quite dashing.
I do accept, however, that my taste in aesthetics is strange and unusual and often weird, even in the things I create. I'm quite alright with this.
And ... I think he was flirting? Or perhaps just being friendly.
Also the man commands language like-
What we discussed was between us, but I must confess to being incredibly charmed by him. I've been told of his scars and his appearance, and .... I have to say, it makes him appear quite dashing.
I do accept, however, that my taste in aesthetics is strange and unusual and often weird, even in the things I create. I'm quite alright with this.
And ... I think he was flirting? Or perhaps just being friendly.
Also the man commands language like-
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 4, 2016, 11:24 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Hammar
NOTHING HAPPENED.
NOTHING!!
NOTHING!!
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 4, 2016, 10:55 p.m.(6/26/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I've observed Ida use this beautiful planishing hammer to smooth out the surface of her more intricate pieces, specifically hairpins, an item she makes that I would love to learn to use and wear myself.
She's been out and about for most of the week, and it's no fun stealing things from her when she isn't around.
So I did. Today.
It's a very pretty hammer. I polished before I used it because Ida uses steel and the peen was all dented and gouged. It's as smooth as silk now, and as shiny as a new mirror.
And all mine. It sits on my pillow, gleaming, as I write this.
I think I'm going to name it 'Ida-no'.
She's been out and about for most of the week, and it's no fun stealing things from her when she isn't around.
So I did. Today.
It's a very pretty hammer. I polished before I used it because Ida uses steel and the peen was all dented and gouged. It's as smooth as silk now, and as shiny as a new mirror.
And all mine. It sits on my pillow, gleaming, as I write this.
I think I'm going to name it 'Ida-no'.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 3, 2016, 12:07 a.m.(6/20/1004 AR)
Note to self:
I lost my bet to Acacia, the smug auburn-haired creature.
Don't forget, Jos.
Stop drinking, Jos.
I lost my bet to Acacia, the smug auburn-haired creature.
Don't forget, Jos.
Stop drinking, Jos.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 3, 2016, 12:05 a.m.(6/20/1004 AR)
So I made an absolute fool of myself at the tournament, and I. REGRET. NOTHING.
The Knight Kima was AMAZING. House Saik was done proudly today and I may have gone home a little inspired, having actually -known- one of the fighters that fought and not just from a distance.
The lovely Acacia was in attendance, as was Ida until she fled, probably in embarrassment at my shenanigans. Acacia is lovely, frankly the woman is dazzling and intriguing, and always has something observant to say. She found my loud cheering to be amusing.
Ida is, as ever, a delight. She came as my companion to the tournament, and since it was her first time I did my best to not spoil the experience.
The Courtesan Larissa was in attendance as well, and she too was very appreciative of my antics. The two of them, Acacia and Larissa, insist that I rallied the crowd on my own. HA.
I'm blushing again. Damn them!
All in all, a good night.
The Knight Kima was AMAZING. House Saik was done proudly today and I may have gone home a little inspired, having actually -known- one of the fighters that fought and not just from a distance.
The lovely Acacia was in attendance, as was Ida until she fled, probably in embarrassment at my shenanigans. Acacia is lovely, frankly the woman is dazzling and intriguing, and always has something observant to say. She found my loud cheering to be amusing.
Ida is, as ever, a delight. She came as my companion to the tournament, and since it was her first time I did my best to not spoil the experience.
The Courtesan Larissa was in attendance as well, and she too was very appreciative of my antics. The two of them, Acacia and Larissa, insist that I rallied the crowd on my own. HA.
I'm blushing again. Damn them!
All in all, a good night.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 1, 2016, 12:12 a.m.(6/14/1004 AR)
I can't sleep tonight.
I stole a moon-moth from the steps of an old temple, a garden shrouded in dreams that I still can't find a way back to. It was beautiful, fluttering softly under the lamplight, muted colors lost beneath its yellow glow. With the gentlest touch, I picked it up and cradled it in my palms. I took it home.
(The following has been written and crossed out, but it's still legible: "I have memories of my stupid brother when I do this. I remember the knuckles of his hand smearing the exposed cuts of a tender creature across my cheek, sneering. I remember crying and burying a small furry body, grotesque in its distortion." It's noted that the hand was heavy here, the quill dug in.)
It fluttered in a large glass jar, like the kind my mother has to keep her flour. I didn't trust the gaslamps to show me its proper color, so I went to bed to wait for sunrise.
It was well into the morning when I woke. And the moth was as astounding as I knew it would be. Golds, greens, grays, soft creams. Black lines, dramatic against those softer colors.
I drew it at least a dozen times, from several angles, tried to match its shade with my inks and tints. I think I've made a close estimate.
And then, like I always do when something living inspires me, I took it to my garden and I let it free. In the shade of the rose-tree, ancient, gnarled, sculpted thing, I left the insect to sleep in its protected branches.
I've a few designs drawn up already; enamels are a favorite of mine, and I look forward to creating images with the powdered glass. I think maybe a haircomb first... and then perhaps....
Hmm.
(the rest of the page is covered in little ink drawings of moths, temple arches, and a large, writhing, angry-looking rose tree, a small moth clearly settled in among the thorns, safe and protected)
I stole a moon-moth from the steps of an old temple, a garden shrouded in dreams that I still can't find a way back to. It was beautiful, fluttering softly under the lamplight, muted colors lost beneath its yellow glow. With the gentlest touch, I picked it up and cradled it in my palms. I took it home.
(The following has been written and crossed out, but it's still legible: "I have memories of my stupid brother when I do this. I remember the knuckles of his hand smearing the exposed cuts of a tender creature across my cheek, sneering. I remember crying and burying a small furry body, grotesque in its distortion." It's noted that the hand was heavy here, the quill dug in.)
It fluttered in a large glass jar, like the kind my mother has to keep her flour. I didn't trust the gaslamps to show me its proper color, so I went to bed to wait for sunrise.
It was well into the morning when I woke. And the moth was as astounding as I knew it would be. Golds, greens, grays, soft creams. Black lines, dramatic against those softer colors.
I drew it at least a dozen times, from several angles, tried to match its shade with my inks and tints. I think I've made a close estimate.
And then, like I always do when something living inspires me, I took it to my garden and I let it free. In the shade of the rose-tree, ancient, gnarled, sculpted thing, I left the insect to sleep in its protected branches.
I've a few designs drawn up already; enamels are a favorite of mine, and I look forward to creating images with the powdered glass. I think maybe a haircomb first... and then perhaps....
Hmm.
(the rest of the page is covered in little ink drawings of moths, temple arches, and a large, writhing, angry-looking rose tree, a small moth clearly settled in among the thorns, safe and protected)
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 29, 2016, 3:01 a.m.(6/6/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Eos
I finally met the Lord Eos Saik, Knight Kima Saik's brother. I saw him briefly on Market Day, and I was pleased that he remembered me for a personal project he had in mind.
Strangely insufferable. Not an asshole. Definitely unlike many of the nobility here.
Strangely insufferable. Not an asshole. Definitely unlike many of the nobility here.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 29, 2016, 12:42 a.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
I need to not make crazy choices when I'm sleep deprived.
Work is done. My reputation is probably forever far too colorful for polite company. I made a man covered in blood smile.
I'm going to bed now.
Work is done. My reputation is probably forever far too colorful for polite company. I made a man covered in blood smile.
I'm going to bed now.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 28, 2016, 11:28 p.m.(6/5/1004 AR)
Hammar is under the impression that I have hairy tits.
It's a long story that I don't have the stamina to go in to, but he's convinced I have braids wobbling in my cleavage like tentacles of some strange monster.
I heard he lost the fight this evening. He promised he'd show me his boobs.
It's a long story that I don't have the stamina to go in to, but he's convinced I have braids wobbling in my cleavage like tentacles of some strange monster.
I heard he lost the fight this evening. He promised he'd show me his boobs.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 28, 2016, 3:25 p.m.(6/4/1004 AR)
Relationship Note on Hammar
Ida is sneaky, she apparently talked to the giant friend of hers with the horns and the hammer about me.
I received no less than 6 messengers, maybe closer to a dozen, from that strange, lovely man.
He has a thing for hairy breasts. And whacking heads.
It's odd that I fi-
No. It's not odd at all. Whacking heads is quite adorable.
I mean, for some.
I received no less than 6 messengers, maybe closer to a dozen, from that strange, lovely man.
He has a thing for hairy breasts. And whacking heads.
It's odd that I fi-
No. It's not odd at all. Whacking heads is quite adorable.
I mean, for some.
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