Written By Alarissa
Oct. 22, 2018, 11:29 a.m.(11/9/1009 AR)
The shackles finishing touches are saved by my feet up in our suite, looking at the walls around me.
Victus might not be happy when he comes into our rooms, things will have been changed. This is what happens when I am to be off my feet for long periods of time. I look at the walls and decide I want change.
Victus might not be happy when he comes into our rooms, things will have been changed. This is what happens when I am to be off my feet for long periods of time. I look at the walls and decide I want change.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 19, 2018, 9:49 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)
Off my feet, i have been ordered. The promise that likely within the month the household increases. But till then, no stress. Nothing undue. Frequent trips to the springs in Navegant and to relax. It was suggested that my husband brush my hair or rub my feet and I had no choice but to laugh. These are not things that Victus does. These are not things that Donrai taught him or the lot of them to do. Cleave the head of those who have offended me, yes. Burn down the home of those who have held me hostage, yes. Rub my feet? Nay.
So I start the process of sorrowfully declining even more invitations out with pillows at my back, beneath my legs and honey snuggles purring away at my knee's. Not even the duties of a voice. Only that which I can do from my bed or chair and not burden. Do this and all will be well.
I suppose I'll have to spend my time with Ovelia and Maxene and decide my wardrobe when I am no longer... immense with child.
So I start the process of sorrowfully declining even more invitations out with pillows at my back, beneath my legs and honey snuggles purring away at my knee's. Not even the duties of a voice. Only that which I can do from my bed or chair and not burden. Do this and all will be well.
I suppose I'll have to spend my time with Ovelia and Maxene and decide my wardrobe when I am no longer... immense with child.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 15, 2018, 3:15 p.m.(10/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Darrow
It is a done. A monumentous task but it is done. With grace and hope, Darrow, dour dour Darrow will stand in the Hall of Heroes. The last defender of Darkwater. I miss him. I find myself re-arranging the bottles in the liquor cabinet and deliberately placing this one or that out of order, knowing that in the past, he would have strode by and then put them back in order. I would find him in the library doing much the same. Adjusting the books. By category and then alphabetically within.
Before he left, he came and stated what he was going to do. I asked him not to, never ordered him not to, but with the understanding that he would need to do what he could for his house. And so I lay favors and promises in his hand that I had garnered from others and that Thrax had as well and a promise that we would come as soon as the battle at Setarco promised.
I gave to him my only blade, meant to ward the mind from the despair. A dagger, something he would be unlikely to use but it was what little that I myself, Alarissa, could give. He stood. He bowed. He smiled.
The last memory that I have of the man is the smile on his face as he held the dagger and his Joy. At least once before he passed, I had the chance to see it.
I pray that when his effigy is erected within the hall should the faith agree that he belongs, that it not be of him smiling. That was not the dour man who lost all he had and yet still carried on. But of the grimness and determination. The Knight of Sorrows standing watch over his island, determined to save it down to the last block of stone and a light shining upon his face from the lighthouse. Waiting.
Before he left, he came and stated what he was going to do. I asked him not to, never ordered him not to, but with the understanding that he would need to do what he could for his house. And so I lay favors and promises in his hand that I had garnered from others and that Thrax had as well and a promise that we would come as soon as the battle at Setarco promised.
I gave to him my only blade, meant to ward the mind from the despair. A dagger, something he would be unlikely to use but it was what little that I myself, Alarissa, could give. He stood. He bowed. He smiled.
The last memory that I have of the man is the smile on his face as he held the dagger and his Joy. At least once before he passed, I had the chance to see it.
I pray that when his effigy is erected within the hall should the faith agree that he belongs, that it not be of him smiling. That was not the dour man who lost all he had and yet still carried on. But of the grimness and determination. The Knight of Sorrows standing watch over his island, determined to save it down to the last block of stone and a light shining upon his face from the lighthouse. Waiting.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 14, 2018, 9:43 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Klaus
What in the gods green pastures did she bring home.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 14, 2018, 1 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
I am finding myself a little weary of travel by ship right now. In truth, I am just weary. It is easier to just throw what energy I have into tasks closer to home. I want to sleep instead of attend endless parties and nothing fits right. Not at all and I feel as if I would rather hole up within the atrium or my office. Victusthinks there are two because I am the same size now as I was when at the last with Danse. Then he has the temerity to tease me and say perhaps there are three and three would be good. "More is good, case half the fuckers die before they're old enough". He wonders why I lack a sense of humor right now.
He is not the one growing his child. He is unnerved by the sight and feel of it moving within me. If I am wroth with him I just put my belly to his back and wait for the child to stir and he is out of the bed as quick as can be and whining about it or off the couch.
I am fat, ungainly and tired and trust maxene to ensure that I have put on the right slippers. I am glad at least to be off the ship and back in the city once again. Esterhold was interesting. I will admit to that.
He is not the one growing his child. He is unnerved by the sight and feel of it moving within me. If I am wroth with him I just put my belly to his back and wait for the child to stir and he is out of the bed as quick as can be and whining about it or off the couch.
I am fat, ungainly and tired and trust maxene to ensure that I have put on the right slippers. I am glad at least to be off the ship and back in the city once again. Esterhold was interesting. I will admit to that.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 11, 2018, 4:15 p.m.(10/6/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mikani
It astounds me, the generosity that has been forthcoming from the city. Or the skill and care to which Lady Mikani seems to demonstrate. I am to rest more and delegate more where I can. So speak the midwives all in accordance and so I sought out help. Though she came in want of a position as minister and lacked what was needed, it was her knowledge in other things that found her no doubt a valuable asset.
She has proven such ten times over and leaves me breathless. Redreef has in her, a treasure beyond compare and one that has brought much with her to Thursday's Child in excess of her intimate knowledge in what these children go through daily in the less than kind houses.
She has proven such ten times over and leaves me breathless. Redreef has in her, a treasure beyond compare and one that has brought much with her to Thursday's Child in excess of her intimate knowledge in what these children go through daily in the less than kind houses.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 7, 2018, 11:49 p.m.(9/27/1009 AR)
Maelstrom is quiet. But I think that I needed some. Though I miss my atrium and Astrids battlecry. Too much to do here as I meet with artisans, suppliers and artists who are making their way to plan and provide for the renovations. The chance to be some small portion of the estate in the city and the exposure brings many to vie for their chance.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 4, 2018, 10:16 p.m.(9/20/1009 AR)
I confess that I am nearly bereft of words in the generosity that has been slowly filtering in. Donations of coin and goods. I think perhaps this might surpass even the last auction. I've not even started planning much else of it. Tomes being donated, statuary, horses. I need to find the time to visit those in person who have given and freely and lovingly. To let them know that it is appreciated. And to see that recognition is given to the Lady Mikani. For she has manage to surpass my expectations and then some.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 4, 2018, 12:58 a.m.(9/19/1009 AR)
Clearly, I need someone to haul Victus up north and dump him on his head while wearing just his trousers. I wonder if Donella wants a visit....
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 2, 2018, 5:12 p.m.(9/16/1009 AR)
Thanks to the sale put forth by Rook and Yasmine, I have procured so much in the way of materials to provide for crafters to make things for the auction. Clothing, jewelry, even Prince Galen see's fit to design for a diamondplate weapon.
I cannot write enough about the generosity of others too. The Lady Zoey has produced an outfit that is sure to make bidders weep and throw themselves into a frenzy and as always I count on the Mazetti's to cut me a very good deal on one of their Geldings. I wonder what shade they will send.
The odds of a Keaton Pygmy goat? Very low. I suspect. But I al looking to the Blackrams with the hopes that one of their wolfhounds might spur on some generous donations or bidding.
And I set a scribe to making a singular copy of children's tomes that I have penned for my children. Apt I think. But there's still much time to go and still more things to do. A boat still to come from Blackshore docks for raffle again. Who knows who will be the lucky winner this year.
But much to do and not near enough energy to do it all. Please gods, give me enough energy to do it all.
I cannot write enough about the generosity of others too. The Lady Zoey has produced an outfit that is sure to make bidders weep and throw themselves into a frenzy and as always I count on the Mazetti's to cut me a very good deal on one of their Geldings. I wonder what shade they will send.
The odds of a Keaton Pygmy goat? Very low. I suspect. But I al looking to the Blackrams with the hopes that one of their wolfhounds might spur on some generous donations or bidding.
And I set a scribe to making a singular copy of children's tomes that I have penned for my children. Apt I think. But there's still much time to go and still more things to do. A boat still to come from Blackshore docks for raffle again. Who knows who will be the lucky winner this year.
But much to do and not near enough energy to do it all. Please gods, give me enough energy to do it all.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 2, 2018, 4:30 p.m.(9/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
By cat food, he means fresh live mice brought in daily from the docks, for the demon of Arx to trap and gnaw upon.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 2, 2018, 3:53 p.m.(9/16/1009 AR)
I wonder what the High Lord of Sanctum would feel to some of the words in the whites. Given that he was born to joust, ride, be the best knight in all of Arvum and support his father and then his brother.
But, that's none of my business is it....
But, that's none of my business is it....
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 1, 2018, 11:38 p.m.(9/15/1009 AR)
If he returns safe he won't want my chair. Not that he can have it. I have a chair for him as well. All tufted leather and comfortable. Nearly overstuffed. He'll learn that I hear his little complaints and see to their resolutions. As a good spouse should. When they can.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 1, 2018, 7:18 p.m.(9/14/1009 AR)
Oh it's glorious.
Perfection made incarnate that I can sit on. Perfectly stuffed. I leaned back and for ten minutes I forgot that I was fat with child.
Fifty silver, Victus doesn't realize what's woven into the fabric.
No sharks at least.
Perfection made incarnate that I can sit on. Perfectly stuffed. I leaned back and for ten minutes I forgot that I was fat with child.
Fifty silver, Victus doesn't realize what's woven into the fabric.
No sharks at least.
Written By Alarissa
Oct. 1, 2018, 4:28 p.m.(9/14/1009 AR)
The steelsilk came.
Gods, it is so beautiful. So very, very beautiful.
I cannot wait. To Mistress Adora's shop I go. An indulgence I admit. It would take me many weeks of frittering away to get enough to wear. But no. No, this one has a special job.
Gods, it is so beautiful. So very, very beautiful.
I cannot wait. To Mistress Adora's shop I go. An indulgence I admit. It would take me many weeks of frittering away to get enough to wear. But no. No, this one has a special job.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 27, 2018, 4:17 p.m.(9/6/1009 AR)
And now I know what will be on the menu for dinner in Thrax.
Cookies.
Only cookies.
I shall have to state my pleasure into the mirror.
Cookies.
Only cookies.
I shall have to state my pleasure into the mirror.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 25, 2018, 4 p.m.(9/2/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
The people -we- made.
He needs to stop handing them things made of metal. Really.
This is why we have nursemaids.
He needs to stop handing them things made of metal. Really.
This is why we have nursemaids.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 24, 2018, 9:07 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
The furniture has started coming in for the shackles renovation and I am very pleased. The seasilk bolsters that have been woven with idyllic views of the isles. Of course, in keeping with the rest of the furniture in the suites, we have have them covered in Cardian leather. The guards are watching close in case some misbegotten soul might think to make off with victus' footstool. They look very nice though. So very nice. Earthy and in keeping with the desire to have a sense of the isles in the back of the soon to be great room, and then the more oceanic, watery toward the window.
Oh the window. It should be done soon, much like the atrium. A bank of them instead, so that we may see the harbor below and the bay beyond. I have Brother Driskell to thank for this suggestions on such. But for now I work with Mistress Adora to see them made. Tufted loveliness. It will take a few more weeks to make the side tables and the last arm chair. Perhaps a card table. Of a certainty a liquor cabinet or something.
It helps me to focus and keep my mind off how miserable this time around I am. This child is already set to be a beast, I am sure.
And almost all of the fruit basket that Prince Edain sent is gone. Though some choice bits were tossed at Victus. He knows what he did.
Oh the window. It should be done soon, much like the atrium. A bank of them instead, so that we may see the harbor below and the bay beyond. I have Brother Driskell to thank for this suggestions on such. But for now I work with Mistress Adora to see them made. Tufted loveliness. It will take a few more weeks to make the side tables and the last arm chair. Perhaps a card table. Of a certainty a liquor cabinet or something.
It helps me to focus and keep my mind off how miserable this time around I am. This child is already set to be a beast, I am sure.
And almost all of the fruit basket that Prince Edain sent is gone. Though some choice bits were tossed at Victus. He knows what he did.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 24, 2018, 12:37 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Surely, at some point, things will subside. For I cannot abide this. Gods preserve me this is misery.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 23, 2018, 5:43 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
It was with heartfelt delight that the Dominus came to the atrium and blessed it. A step forward to mend and tend to ties between Thrax and the Faith. I agree and whole heartedly. I wait still for the portait of Sanctum that is being worked on and then can clearly call that little project closed. He made good on his promise and when I stand in it, my burdens are light and I feel closer. Already the family gathers there to speak and meet, finding the same peace that I find. How well it will hold to the Arx winters, we shall see.
Astrid actually caught a fish and nearly squeezed the poor thing to perishing. She is being taught not to do that ever again. They are for regarding, not squeezing.
The painting from the inquisition's auction is placed away safely for it's eventual hanging in the shackles when the renovations there are finished. They have just begun and going through there with nothing but sail canvas as they work to finish the windows makes me wonder what it will look like with all that light coming into it that did not before. Also, how to give a nod to what it was, without being tasteless. To wipe all of the history of that room away would be improper.
For now though, for now it's time to order materials.
Astrid actually caught a fish and nearly squeezed the poor thing to perishing. She is being taught not to do that ever again. They are for regarding, not squeezing.
The painting from the inquisition's auction is placed away safely for it's eventual hanging in the shackles when the renovations there are finished. They have just begun and going through there with nothing but sail canvas as they work to finish the windows makes me wonder what it will look like with all that light coming into it that did not before. Also, how to give a nod to what it was, without being tasteless. To wipe all of the history of that room away would be improper.
For now though, for now it's time to order materials.
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