Sept. 20, 2020, 12:47 a.m.(1/21/1014 AR)
I found myself with extra time and spent an hour or so browsing the whites, wondering what topics had been on the minds of my peers lately.
Marriage, apparently, was a hot one for a few days. I'm almost disappointed I missed them, perhaps I would have had a glass or two of bravery and decided to contribute my own thoughts.
Maybe even an essay.
Sept. 20, 2020, 12:38 a.m.(1/21/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Olivian
Olivian, you honor him, and me. I'm no sage, my lord, I simply had a different perspective to offer. You deserve credit for hearing it and choosing to act upon it. I hope that many good things come from your time volunteering at the orphanage.
Written By
Thea
Sept. 20, 2020, 12:11 a.m.(1/21/1014 AR)
My spirit is getting restless. I want to go out and do---something. I don't know what it is just yet, I just know there is something. It seems while my life is moving forward, I also seem to be at a standstill. Perhaps I'm just used to being constantly on the move, always on the go and when there is a lull, I have no idea what to do with myself. Give me a week, we'll see if the answer changes...
Sept. 20, 2020, 12:08 a.m.(1/21/1014 AR)
My father is home. But I'm fairly certain he's holed up with Aella. And she is talking his ear off with---all the wonderful things she's done lately. And it's a lot, I promise, as are all the things that are to come. I say that are to come because well, it's Aella, and--it involves us going home. And I'm always up to going to where home is..
Sept. 20, 2020, 12:06 a.m.(1/21/1014 AR)
I have found someone that I may convert into loving this weather as much as I do. I am sacrificing myself into wearing a dress. But it's okay scholar, she's a skilled seamstress I hear, so it'll be fine! Don't look at me like that, I will wear something underneath!
Written By
Tarik
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:49 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
I am just been enjoying the weather and my sleep. I probably going to have to get out a bit more in the coming weeks, but this winter has been so different.
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:49 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
The Honey Festival was well received and much fun. I'm still amazed that I was able to keep my balance to pin the stinger.
Written By
Svana
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:44 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
I have fallen quite tired lately, learning how to leave my own mark on the things I make. I do not mean a 'maker's mark' in the traditional sense, such as initials sewn into a garment, but your own personal style that leaves a certain impression on the garments you create. I try to keep my clients' style in mind when I am working on commissions, but there is something of me in every little thing I create. This last time it was pewter daisy buttons. Perhaps my client is cursing me for making them button down boots rather than lace up boots, but I would like to think that fashion needs to have its unique flare now and again.
Business is good, and that makes me happy. But getting to have lovely talks over tea with people such as Lady Adalyn Clement and Seren Walker make me especially elated, particularly in winter when good company is assuredly something to be treasured. I am sometimes forced indoors by work or feeling a bit weak as of late, so I must take these opportunities when I can get them. Thank you for sitting with me. You are both a delight.
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:30 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Vitalis
It is confirmed: physical prowess is not a strength of mine.
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:16 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Narcissa
The Darkest Rose continues to amaze me. She has grown from a wallflower into a brilliant and enigmatic woman, and I am ever so proud to have her as my Voice.
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:13 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Talwyn
Prince of Valardin, the Dragon of Sighs, Possessor of Phenomenal Pants; It was such a blessing to make his acquaintance. He is every bit the Oathlander gentleman and left the feast (nearly) unscathed. There is a wonderful friendship blossoming here. I look forward to more dancing.
Sept. 19, 2020, 7:10 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
The one enemy we cannot truly vanquish is death.
Death is an inevitability in war, but fear of the same is not. To defeat death is to obliterate every trace of its dread from our minds. Once we turn to life and fill the whole horizon of our souls with it, we can perform all the serious tasks which it imposes and enjoy the pure delights which here and there it affords.
We need not fear death because its lips teach us the lessons of life. Let us live truly while we live, live for what is true and good and lasting. And let the memory of our dead help us to do this: they are not wholly separated from us, if we remain loyal to them, and in spirit they are with us. They are the silent, invisible, but real presences in our households which keep and tend to them.
The bitter, yet merciful, lesson which death teaches us is to distinguish the gold from the tinsel, the true values from the worthless chaff. The terrible events of life are great eye-openers. They force us to learn that which it is wholesome for us to know, but which habitually we try to ignore — namely, that really we have no claim on a long life. The Queen of Endings may call for us at any moment, so it matters not how long we live but with what meaning we fill the short allotted span we are given.
Embrace death to embrace life; this is the lesson for war.
Sept. 19, 2020, 2:58 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
We held a Winter Feast at the Fidante Villa the other evening. My staff knows by now that I am notorious for wanting to host elaborate gatherings at short notice. I am in awe of what a superb job they did handling the catering, decor, and entertainment. I was not sure what kind of showing we would have and had accepted the fact it might just be close family in attendance. Not only were they present but the feast brought in so many faces, old and new. People ate, drank, and danced the night away in the ballroom which was transformed into a spectacular winter wonderland.
I cannot say enough how grateful I am for all of those who came to celebrate with us. It truly was a feast for the ages.
Sept. 19, 2020, 2:51 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Medeia
The lovely lady Saik turned out to be the sage that I didn't know I needed, providing some direction forward that didn't involve gripping the leather end of a steely-needle. I am very grateful to her, and the first few days at the orphanage have been both eye-opening and deeply satisfying. I know that he would be happy with my doing this.
Sept. 19, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(1/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Lucita
My cat, Fluffy, is by all measures a scaredy-cat. But I am happy to have its company. I took it out into the courtyard to play in the snow, which seemed to be agreeable for a few minutes.
It seems only fitting that my cat came from a graveyard, though. Funny how things come to be.
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:41 a.m.(1/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Calista
Thank you for the evening, Duchess of Roses. We shall have to dance again.
Sept. 19, 2020, 11:31 a.m.(1/19/1014 AR)
I made the most wonderful decision to visit the Fidante Villa last night and attend their Winter Festival. Calista was a most excellent hostess and I found myself enraptured by both the decor and the company. I had made a new outfit for the event and it went over very well, I believe. But there were some highlights for the night. The company of Narcissa, the dance with Esme, and then the utter sensuality of taking Duchess Fidante across the floor.
I nearly made it through the night without scandal, but Narcissa managed to catch me at the very end. I will need to have the outfit cleaned. But all in all? It was worth it. I highly recommend visiting the Fidantes if you get the chance, you will not be disappointed.
Written By
Orick
Sept. 19, 2020, 5:37 a.m.(1/19/1014 AR)
Snow and ice have curious properties and I believe the extreme cold may have as much of an application in the alchemical arts as heat or fire. My musings may sound naive to those from the north. I am acutely aware and I can only say in my own defense that winter is an awe inspiring experience for the southern born.
There are many who complain about the way in which the cold can bite and, yes, truly, bite it does… yet there is something in that sting.
Why does the winter air hurt? Why does every icicle form in the shape of the same familiar spike?
Is snow lighter than rain? Snow appears to fall slower… and the world slows down with it. These are the questions that fill my head when I should be writing the curriculum for the College. A Guildmaster worth his salt would figure out a way to combine his lessons with the changing seasons.
Sept. 19, 2020, 12:27 a.m.(1/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Itzal
I was cleaning out my song collection case today and found some of the songs Itzal wrote. I remembered how we went together to all the open forges in Arx and sang a duet, the Song of the Forge to the smiths and gave a copy of it to the Crafters Guild. He is missed.
Sept. 18, 2020, 11:47 p.m.(1/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on
Arik
You know what is interesting? Reading that Lord Arik Halfshav has something to say about marriage.