Written By Joscelin
Feb. 5, 2019, 4:18 p.m.(7/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
I met Lord Shepherd today, officially, and he's exactly what I expected him to be. While his mantle is new and his responsibilities much, he isn't buckling beneath the strain, rather rising up to meet these new challenges as Mongoose does when she's ready to greet the day. It is natural to him, he does what he must because he must, and he takes pride in it. While I've seen it in others, it's still always refreshing to see, giving a measure of hope that the future is in good hands. I look forward to seeing what he makes of his new roles, as much as I hope to support him those endeavors as well.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 5, 2019, 4:15 p.m.(7/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gianna
It always pleases me to know I've brought joy with my work, but it makes me even happier to hear Crafters praised for their endeavors as well.
You can't go wrong, collaborating with Crafters of such note and skill, respecting the artist as much as the art goes a very, very long way. I am proud of my Guild but prouder even moreso of the respect they've so rightfully earned.
You can't go wrong, collaborating with Crafters of such note and skill, respecting the artist as much as the art goes a very, very long way. I am proud of my Guild but prouder even moreso of the respect they've so rightfully earned.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 5, 2019, 4:13 p.m.(7/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Selene
My face may stain this color, with the kind words of devoted customers, clients, friends, esteemed patrons alike. I don't hold to poetry most days, but to hear my work described thusly is quite a thing to experience. I thank you for your kind words, lovely Whisper, and hope to earn more such in the future.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 2, 2019, 6:37 p.m.(7/2/1010 AR)
I love when I find time to create something, collaborating with brilliant artists and creative folk that borrow my hands and my talents to manifest the beautiful things in their minds. These days, I'm up to my shoulders in bureaucracy and it's nice to take a break and do what comes the most natural to me.
And then, to hear later about how well the project was received, loved, adored...? Sublime. Proud, even if all I did was provide the working space and materials. Bliss.
And then, to hear later about how well the project was received, loved, adored...? Sublime. Proud, even if all I did was provide the working space and materials. Bliss.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 26, 2019, 3:23 p.m.(6/16/1010 AR)
Curls.
My little Ianthe has my curls.
Maybe it's time I get a haircut.
No, truly. She does pull at my -own- curls, but she has her own coming in, as thick as my mother swore mine were.
Ianthe Myri, you're such a mix, you've your father's eyes and my curls and coloring. And definitely your father's cackle. I swear I don't laugh like that, like you've a dirty joke hidden somewhere in that innocent little heart.
My little Ianthe has my curls.
Maybe it's time I get a haircut.
No, truly. She does pull at my -own- curls, but she has her own coming in, as thick as my mother swore mine were.
Ianthe Myri, you're such a mix, you've your father's eyes and my curls and coloring. And definitely your father's cackle. I swear I don't laugh like that, like you've a dirty joke hidden somewhere in that innocent little heart.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 5, 2019, 7:32 p.m.(4/21/1010 AR)
I really hate travelling.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 27, 2018, 7:25 p.m.(4/3/1010 AR)
I'm good at connecting people, talking about the benefits of one merchant or Crafter to another and forging partnerships, details, negotiations, contracts, spiraling the successes until it ripples outward, top to bottom, from trader to final consumer. I forget how long it's taken me to become good at this, how I might just be better at this than creating pretty wearable pieces of art.
Not that I'd ever give up being a jeweler. I do that for me.
But my -business- these days seems to be connecting people. Forging partnerships and business between people. Connections. Conversations. -Lucrative- conversations.
It's satisfying work, it keeps the grumbling unhappiness at bay when Ianthe isn't in my arms.
Also I had no idea babies would get so wonderfully fat so quickly. I am told this is because I feed her. I have no intention of stopping.
Not that I'd ever give up being a jeweler. I do that for me.
But my -business- these days seems to be connecting people. Forging partnerships and business between people. Connections. Conversations. -Lucrative- conversations.
It's satisfying work, it keeps the grumbling unhappiness at bay when Ianthe isn't in my arms.
Also I had no idea babies would get so wonderfully fat so quickly. I am told this is because I feed her. I have no intention of stopping.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 24, 2018, 11:07 a.m.(3/24/1010 AR)
I am shit and everything is shit. I have to write that down, otherwise the thoughts echo in the hollows of my mind and I weep and it doesn't stop.
I try to stay busy. Work work work. Talk and social connections. My focus and good intentions are not a facade, but if you see me smile know it took effort to call that up.
I still feel happiness. I still feel contentment. With my daughter in my arms, like an anchor.
How funny my sister would find it; in life I was her anchor. On her travels she would always comeback to me, to the city and my doorstep. My little Ianthe, now, keeps me here in the present, focused, weighted, so I don't fly off crying into a thousand pieces.
I carry them both with me. It helps.
I try to stay busy. Work work work. Talk and social connections. My focus and good intentions are not a facade, but if you see me smile know it took effort to call that up.
I still feel happiness. I still feel contentment. With my daughter in my arms, like an anchor.
How funny my sister would find it; in life I was her anchor. On her travels she would always comeback to me, to the city and my doorstep. My little Ianthe, now, keeps me here in the present, focused, weighted, so I don't fly off crying into a thousand pieces.
I carry them both with me. It helps.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 22, 2018, 4:30 p.m.(3/20/1010 AR)
Commoners council is refilled, I am stepping down knowing I secured its future for at least another term. Woof.
All that counting. I am tired.
Back to work!
All that counting. I am tired.
Back to work!
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 22, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(3/19/1010 AR)
So much counting.
The election ends tomorrow. I'm excited to post the final results!
The election ends tomorrow. I'm excited to post the final results!
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 20, 2018, 9:52 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
All of that is impossible.
No.
Have the merchants stopped giving you a hard time yet? I heard last fortnight you had troubles. I suspect it was some kind of hazing prank.
No.
Have the merchants stopped giving you a hard time yet? I heard last fortnight you had troubles. I suspect it was some kind of hazing prank.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 19, 2018, 11:07 p.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
Yes yes, my cousin named a boat after me. I know it's a fitting metaphor, I've seen my own ass, billowing sails, wide decks, well shaped aft and fore.
Evaristo. I'm-
Evaristo. I'm-
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 18, 2018, 2:44 p.m.(3/12/1010 AR)
Grief so sharp it choked, like losing Oliver all over again but echoed through a hundred others. My soul, a hollow bell, rung with a rusted clapper. No solace, just emptiness.
What's happened?
What's happened?
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 17, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
Having the First Observer involved with the election feels a bit like extra security; while I trust my eyes and ears and hands, knowing there's someone there to make sure I don't slip is reassuring. First Observer Calarian, I hope you know how much you are appreciated.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 17, 2018, 2:17 a.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
Note to self: When at bars with Carmen, volunteer -her- for the kissing.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 16, 2018, 10:55 p.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
I was in my kitchen, my old kitchen, looking for something. I found it but only after I climbed the stepping stool and stood on my kitchen counters.
Really, Oliver? You couldn't put our alcohol someplace lower? For normal people to reach?
I miss my husband, being a widow isn't just lonely though; it's damned inconvenient for all the places I need someone to be tall.
I write this smiling; I do miss him, but ... there's so much peace to feel right now, and my daughter coos in her little cradle, playing with a little ornament above it with soft charms and carvings. My days are full, and while I still ache with his absence, I am full of knowing that he is safe, and at peace, and that I can be too.
But gods dammit. Really? The -highest- cabinet shelf we had?
Really, Oliver? You couldn't put our alcohol someplace lower? For normal people to reach?
I miss my husband, being a widow isn't just lonely though; it's damned inconvenient for all the places I need someone to be tall.
I write this smiling; I do miss him, but ... there's so much peace to feel right now, and my daughter coos in her little cradle, playing with a little ornament above it with soft charms and carvings. My days are full, and while I still ache with his absence, I am full of knowing that he is safe, and at peace, and that I can be too.
But gods dammit. Really? The -highest- cabinet shelf we had?
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 16, 2018, 10:39 p.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
This horrible, strange snow, and yet messengers have to travel to and fro, votes in hand, the election goes forward. I'm hiding from the weather, safe and sound, counting and counting. This will be done properly, I swear it.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 16, 2018, 2:33 a.m.(3/7/1010 AR)
I've been running around town with Ianthe, keeping her close is not a choice; it's a given. She's small enough I can wrap her up and tuck her against my chest beneath my coat, she stays warm and I can do my various errands. I got to see Hana in what felt like ages, she met little Ianthe and the brat didn't spit up on her (Ianthe, not Hana). Hana has a way of taking my latest worries and sifting through them, finding nuggets of wisdom among the silt and sand that it is my thought process.
My rounds to the various shops and merchants has picked up again, I'm able to run about like I haven't since before my pregnancy. It's wonderful having energy again.
My rounds to the various shops and merchants has picked up again, I'm able to run about like I haven't since before my pregnancy. It's wonderful having energy again.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 15, 2018, 11:06 p.m.(3/7/1010 AR)
The election has begun! A fortnight of voting, I'm having flashbacks of my own election. I'm excited! I wonder who the chosen five will be?
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 15, 2018, 3:46 p.m.(3/6/1010 AR)
My protege made me a lovely painting, made with love, that I took the initiative of hanging in the Murder. It's beautiful. It perfectly sums up so many things. A proud declaration of FEELING. I'm impressed. I thoroughly encourage all endeavors of art but that one left me moved beyond reason.
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