Written By Delilah
Feb. 7, 2019, 1:36 p.m.(7/12/1010 AR)
Nothing pleases me so much at times than seeing a look of true wonder and delight on someone's face.
Life doesn't always allow such moments frequently. When they do, it's a matter of grave satisfaction. All the effort is worth it.
Life doesn't always allow such moments frequently. When they do, it's a matter of grave satisfaction. All the effort is worth it.
Written By Delilah
Feb. 5, 2019, 4:29 p.m.(7/8/1010 AR)
And now, the Lyceum.
I've put this tour off for long enough. Setarco, Lenosia, Tor, Southport up to Brassfall, a dance through Bravura to Nilanza and stepping stone isles to quench a sense of wonder.
I have dreamed, and as I dream, so comes reality.
I've put this tour off for long enough. Setarco, Lenosia, Tor, Southport up to Brassfall, a dance through Bravura to Nilanza and stepping stone isles to quench a sense of wonder.
I have dreamed, and as I dream, so comes reality.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 18, 2019, 10:35 p.m.(5/21/1010 AR)
It was beautiful for the season it lasted, and I am grateful.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 15, 2019, 1:01 p.m.(5/12/1010 AR)
And this, too, shall pass.
However hard the moment feels, it will blow away on the wind or be extinguished as smoke. The stifling heat surrenders to the cooling balm of the evening, the snowstorms of a seemingly endless winter becoming the balmy sunshine of spring. The greatest passions, hot or cold, can be tempered.
Moderation has never been purely in fashion, especially with more ostentatious designs ever more eye-catchy and exciting. O! It's not a time to be temperate, restrained even. Look to the longer perspective, however, and it becomes clear things ebb and flow. They always have.
However hard the moment feels, it will blow away on the wind or be extinguished as smoke. The stifling heat surrenders to the cooling balm of the evening, the snowstorms of a seemingly endless winter becoming the balmy sunshine of spring. The greatest passions, hot or cold, can be tempered.
Moderation has never been purely in fashion, especially with more ostentatious designs ever more eye-catchy and exciting. O! It's not a time to be temperate, restrained even. Look to the longer perspective, however, and it becomes clear things ebb and flow. They always have.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 14, 2019, 4:19 p.m.(5/11/1010 AR)
For friends, I am grateful. They bring a ray of hope in the dark tidings of the hour, and they ensure the golden fire of hope yet glows.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 10, 2019, 2:32 p.m.(5/3/1010 AR)
Farewell, yesterday.
The more things change...
The more things change...
Written By Delilah
Jan. 8, 2019, 12:28 p.m.(4/26/1010 AR)
Never undervalue sleep. It's a precious resource that cannot be hoarded.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 7, 2019, 5:52 p.m.(4/25/1010 AR)
An act of kindness repays itself. But they're given freely and I'm quietly astonished by the unexpected boons shown to me. And so I thank you. You know whom you are, I dearly hope.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 6, 2019, 10:58 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
Good sense prevailing in a time of turbulence brings quiet satisfaction. When someone speaks sensibly and openly of a reasonable path, there is reassurance that stands against the upheavals lashing our craft through this particular part of our voyage. For the upheavals are temporary, great though they may seem. Whatever the uncertainties clouding our view for now, I have the certainty of the solidity and purpose shared by my family. And I am grateful for the compassion and caring, the wit and the wisdom shared within. Lo the wrath of Cabbit.
Written By Delilah
Jan. 2, 2019, 10:29 a.m.(4/14/1010 AR)
How can it already be mid-April? Where went the days of March, flown by in a howling snap of snow and the sudden torrential rush of liquid sunshine? Hardly have I turned around to mark the passage of the month than the heat, unbearable and bright, is upon me. That means a certain need to commit to cleaning out the gardens, folding up the transitional attire of that foggy wet period before the spring weather settles in, and organization of all kinds.
I feel as though we have all been cocooned in sleep, and now it falls to us to create order of a kind.
I feel as though we have all been cocooned in sleep, and now it falls to us to create order of a kind.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 29, 2018, 12:29 p.m.(4/6/1010 AR)
I suspect that there will be a run on liquor and wine this spring. Just a thought.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 27, 2018, 1:25 a.m.(4/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Bliss
I regret being called away on business before having a chance to properly introduce myself to Charlotte. She has so much personality, far more than I ever expected!
So did her friend, and I /do/ need to teach him the follow of Disclosures of Dignity. Mind you, it might seem quaint and provincial, but one never knows! Maybe I could play it with Charlotte.
So did her friend, and I /do/ need to teach him the follow of Disclosures of Dignity. Mind you, it might seem quaint and provincial, but one never knows! Maybe I could play it with Charlotte.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 26, 2018, 12:11 a.m.(3/27/1010 AR)
There may be few joys equal to riding an elk.
At least my dear companion knew what he was about, rather than relying on me to know. Thank you, stalwart elk friend.
At least my dear companion knew what he was about, rather than relying on me to know. Thank you, stalwart elk friend.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 26, 2018, 12:09 a.m.(3/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
I doubt anyone contrived to worry about whether love still flourishes in our house, but it does.
The love of many aunts for a small boy.
A love enduring despite separation.
The deep bonds of sisterhood.
New, fragile love nurtured despite social challenges.
Pure unalloyed adoration of a cat by a man shaped by war.
The rough and tumble love that grows between close kin, even when there are days they want to smack me with a book.
The lasting love of soul-bright joy in my heart that remains a steady flame, always.
There are facets to my own story I will not share except to say I love with all my heart, aflame on hope and unshakeable faith in my loved ones, all of them. Mayhap I fail to show it enough. But I attest to the gods in light of all the hardship, we endure.
The love of many aunts for a small boy.
A love enduring despite separation.
The deep bonds of sisterhood.
New, fragile love nurtured despite social challenges.
Pure unalloyed adoration of a cat by a man shaped by war.
The rough and tumble love that grows between close kin, even when there are days they want to smack me with a book.
The lasting love of soul-bright joy in my heart that remains a steady flame, always.
There are facets to my own story I will not share except to say I love with all my heart, aflame on hope and unshakeable faith in my loved ones, all of them. Mayhap I fail to show it enough. But I attest to the gods in light of all the hardship, we endure.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 20, 2018, 1:03 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Never did I expect to become such a connoisseur on rum.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 19, 2018, 11:36 p.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
I must say this: in a time of misery and confusion, doubt and horror, there can be peace found in the most unusual places. Petal Penrose somehow conjures up a remarkable sense of order out of chaos, and creation out of the mayhem by sitting with those tapestries, browsing the beautiful pieces of furniture... and simply coexisting in a way with those flowers.
My heart will hurt for a good deal yet. But she has made a space of quiet welcome.
My heart will hurt for a good deal yet. But she has made a space of quiet welcome.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 18, 2018, 10:37 a.m.(3/12/1010 AR)
.-+ Apricity +-.
We annihilate ourselves
in the dust of ages
floating in the sunlight
emerging from our cages
The revival of time
We take a path, brazen,
The truth ever sublime,
No more hesitation.
Non omnis moriar.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 17, 2018, 9:11 a.m.(3/10/1010 AR)
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my family or my homeland, with an instinctive, deep, unshakeable love.
I love it with every sense I possess: I love to see it, I love to breathe its perfume, I love to hear the elusive chords under silence, and I love the caress left by the starlight dancing on my outstretched hands.
I can dance under the revel of the constellations, a silhouette passing through the darkness. The night is a whole universe unto itself, and I am consumed by it, delighting in the intoxicating black immensity of space, a radiant mote in the everlasting.
I love it with every sense I possess: I love to see it, I love to breathe its perfume, I love to hear the elusive chords under silence, and I love the caress left by the starlight dancing on my outstretched hands.
I can dance under the revel of the constellations, a silhouette passing through the darkness. The night is a whole universe unto itself, and I am consumed by it, delighting in the intoxicating black immensity of space, a radiant mote in the everlasting.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 16, 2018, 10:36 p.m.(3/9/1010 AR)
So much for the snow sculpture festival with Princess Tikva.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 14, 2018, 12:01 p.m.(3/4/1010 AR)
Today has been a delight of such brilliant minds! How I am delighted to find myself in the midst of intellectual rapport between a Seraceni, a Telmar, a Grayson, and myself. For a good while, we had a Gilden and a Bisland to set off a whirlwind of amusements and reflections on the nature of Arvian culture. This is the Compact at its finest.
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