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Written By Viviana

Aug. 12, 2021, 6:32 p.m.(1/5/1016 AR)

Nobility elevates. At the tippity-top. Like the cheeky cherry on top of an iced cake.

Now. What about the reverse?

An interesting thing to consider.

But first? Cake.

Written By Viviana

July 28, 2021, 7:46 a.m.(12/2/1015 AR)

For the few items left --

They were presented as gifts to the ideals of the gods. Red wine and sea water to Mangata. Steel for Gloria. Art for Jayus. The empty pack, well, that left me wondering.

To the First Choice.

The freedom of an empty pack means you can go anywhere.

Written By Viviana

July 28, 2021, 6:16 a.m.(12/2/1015 AR)

In my latest whirlwind of poor impulse control, I suddenly came into possession of a few massive chests filled with -- well, a hoard of - pretty - things. Paintings, weapons, silks, jewels. Everything was scattered across the decks and in my personal quarters aboard the Paramour. It was all put into order. It meant that it was time to share the excess. Eventually, this meant that I sent my darling one too may bottles of perfume. ( Is there such thing?

Poor darling-dame. Send her your sympathies. If she reads this -- I hope she is utterly scarlet with a blush. Scarlet in crimson and cambric. )

She smells lovely enough as it is. So perfectly edible.

So much better, now, skin kissed with apple blossom and warm baking spices.

I hope she understands --

Written By Viviana

July 25, 2021, 10:58 a.m.(11/24/1015 AR)

Ever look at a swan and think: why?

Written By Viviana

July 17, 2021, 10:11 a.m.(11/8/1015 AR)

My lovely carved bed. The fragrance of the wood from a place that reminds me most of home, the salt air, warm skin musk, sticky haze and ginger and spiced rum. Alone, with silks and furs and my own heavy thoughts. Still and quiet. A passing moment of loneliness so profound that I thought it would shatter me. I sobbed. I wept myself to exhaustion. It's catharsis to cry --

Afterward, I met my eyes in the mirror across my quarters.

Saw myself.

Written By Viviana

July 7, 2021, 7:04 p.m.(10/17/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Maris

Hope you weren't eaten by a shark. Though, I don't actually know if you sail. Perhaps -- I hope you didn't get eaten by a land-shark. A glittery one.

Written By Viviana

July 6, 2021, 5:51 p.m.(10/15/1015 AR)

I need some-- (thing, one, body) new.

Written By Viviana

July 3, 2021, 8:16 p.m.(10/9/1015 AR)

I found a white hair.

Stark against the black braid.

Plucked it, because the hideous little thing stuck out --

Written By Viviana

June 29, 2021, 3:52 p.m.(10/1/1015 AR)

For want of living an I was lost. We. For want of wanting everything - what will that take us?

Written By Viviana

June 29, 2021, 3:12 p.m.(10/1/1015 AR)

Bird shit. An overcooked lambchop. A life-sized marble statue. My ass looks better in person.

(That's the truth.)

Written By Viviana

June 26, 2021, 11:33 a.m.(9/23/1015 AR)

Passions like the weather.

Written By Viviana

June 18, 2021, 10:49 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)

Pretty paladin.

Written By Viviana

June 14, 2021, 9:49 p.m.(8/27/1015 AR)

I can already tell it's not going to be enough diamondplate.

Written By Viviana

June 13, 2021, 9:43 a.m.(8/24/1015 AR)

What do we consider moral?

Written By Viviana

June 11, 2021, 5 p.m.(8/21/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Lianne

No. Why would I want to continue to perpetuate such a blatant untruth?

Tsk, tsk.

Written By Viviana

June 10, 2021, 5:44 p.m.(8/19/1015 AR)

Today -- today I woke up finally feeling like the older sibling.

Written By Viviana

June 6, 2021, 5:04 p.m.(8/11/1015 AR)

Put sand in a glass. Lasts so much longer.

Written By Viviana

June 3, 2021, 10:04 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)

Silver sand. There's silver in the sand.

There's silver everywhere - for the creative.

Written By Viviana

June 3, 2021, 4:30 p.m.(8/5/1015 AR)

Bakery by sea.

Think about it.

The Manipulative Tart works as a beautiful name for a vessel --

Written By Viviana

June 3, 2021, 4:01 a.m.(8/4/1015 AR)

Supervising the attendant that was preparing a couple of larger items for long-term storage.

This included a couple of paintings.

There you were, Little Dragon.

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