Written By Alarissa
Sept. 21, 2018, 1:19 p.m.(8/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Driskell
I miss Brother Driskell's cookies.
A craving that cannot be fulfilled no matter how hard I wish it.
A craving that cannot be fulfilled no matter how hard I wish it.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 20, 2018, 9:15 p.m.(8/20/1009 AR)
I really should learn to swim. It's just become shameful at this point that I do not.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 16, 2018, 9 p.m.(8/12/1009 AR)
Aeterna. Only Aeterna from here on in.
Oh all that silk. Ruined. It was so beautiful too.
Oh all that silk. Ruined. It was so beautiful too.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 12, 2018, 9:30 p.m.(8/2/1009 AR)
Today has been rotten and horrible and I am quite done with it.
Utterly done and exhausted.
I knew that something was not right when guards were remanded to somewhere not with their wards.
Never going to some commoners whatever. Gods above, below and at our back.
I need to go to the Atrium and find my calm again.
Utterly done and exhausted.
I knew that something was not right when guards were remanded to somewhere not with their wards.
Never going to some commoners whatever. Gods above, below and at our back.
I need to go to the Atrium and find my calm again.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 8, 2018, 11:50 p.m.(7/22/1009 AR)
He is very angry with me.
I might need to think about an apology present myself, to give to him.
I might need to think about an apology present myself, to give to him.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 3, 2018, 12:19 a.m.(7/6/1009 AR)
The atrium
I feel as if this will be more popular than the library is. Not even near to finished and family is coming in and out. Jasher chose the tile, others help with the alcoves, the plants, everything. A gift he promised me when i agreed to marry that has come to fruition. A place for family to quietly contemplate their lives, the gods and pray to them.
I am even having a portrait of sanctum on the west wall.
I cannot wait for this to be done.
I feel as if this will be more popular than the library is. Not even near to finished and family is coming in and out. Jasher chose the tile, others help with the alcoves, the plants, everything. A gift he promised me when i agreed to marry that has come to fruition. A place for family to quietly contemplate their lives, the gods and pray to them.
I am even having a portrait of sanctum on the west wall.
I cannot wait for this to be done.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:03 a.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
I chase the sun until it disappears and the moon comes up in it's wake. I stand upon the deck and watch the water and the skies, my fingers gripping the rail. Victus sailed to the isle of storms and I to Maelstrom. We deal with our grief in different ways I suppose. He into cleaving things likely and me... I should have gone to Bastion. But some days I do not know if I would be welcome back for a visit.
The days pass regardless, a blur. The hole carved in my heart feeling much like it was done with a spoon and the guilt it's sutures. I shouldn't have asked him. I didn't think it would be him. Yes, anyone who went had the possibility. It was dangerous. We all knew this. Even waiting on the boat would have it's own perils. Protect him I asked him. Gods I am selfish. Protect Victus, make sure he comes back. I wanted someone I could trust to know the importance of not just who they were rescuing, but of who to ensure came back at all costs.
So I chase the sun. We make sure that we do not breech redwater. I stand at the prow and watch the waves. I should have brought Lark. I should have done a lot of stuff.
I shouldn't have asked him to go and for that, I'll stand before sentinel. There is much that I will have to stand before Sentinel for before my end comes.
The days pass regardless, a blur. The hole carved in my heart feeling much like it was done with a spoon and the guilt it's sutures. I shouldn't have asked him. I didn't think it would be him. Yes, anyone who went had the possibility. It was dangerous. We all knew this. Even waiting on the boat would have it's own perils. Protect him I asked him. Gods I am selfish. Protect Victus, make sure he comes back. I wanted someone I could trust to know the importance of not just who they were rescuing, but of who to ensure came back at all costs.
So I chase the sun. We make sure that we do not breech redwater. I stand at the prow and watch the waves. I should have brought Lark. I should have done a lot of stuff.
I shouldn't have asked him to go and for that, I'll stand before sentinel. There is much that I will have to stand before Sentinel for before my end comes.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 20, 2018, 1:13 a.m.(6/6/1009 AR)
Dear Dragon
Take care of him for me.
Some day I will see you both again.
Take care of him for me.
Some day I will see you both again.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 19, 2018, 9:38 p.m.(6/5/1009 AR)
What if I am the only one to come back?
That's a worry I feel as we are setting sail. It's consuming me. I didn't go to the gala despite that I had half a mind to and see what spectacle it was that had been produced. But it was better that my mind was focused so that when it was done and the few who were coming with us would just need to board the ship.
Another thing done, the vast majority of the populace ignorant. It makes me wonder what else that even I am unaware of that's happening? I watched him on the deck, Victus looking out over the water as we head north toward Crovane lands. I see it in his shoulders. As he said goodbye to the children. Held Danse very quietly. Very close. Instructions have been left for Denica.
I don't look good in black. I really don't. My head hurts at the thought of any turmoil that Thrax and the isles would be thrown into. Gods.
Gods.
Be at our back. Bring them safe to the base camp. In as much as you can. I know that in the end, it is in their own hands. Blessed Mangata watch over your favoured sons. Bring Veneteri back to Ayllish. Bring me back my Rooster. Gloria grant them the strength they need.
I don't want to imagine what the isles will be like without that behemoth of a man.
That's a worry I feel as we are setting sail. It's consuming me. I didn't go to the gala despite that I had half a mind to and see what spectacle it was that had been produced. But it was better that my mind was focused so that when it was done and the few who were coming with us would just need to board the ship.
Another thing done, the vast majority of the populace ignorant. It makes me wonder what else that even I am unaware of that's happening? I watched him on the deck, Victus looking out over the water as we head north toward Crovane lands. I see it in his shoulders. As he said goodbye to the children. Held Danse very quietly. Very close. Instructions have been left for Denica.
I don't look good in black. I really don't. My head hurts at the thought of any turmoil that Thrax and the isles would be thrown into. Gods.
Gods.
Be at our back. Bring them safe to the base camp. In as much as you can. I know that in the end, it is in their own hands. Blessed Mangata watch over your favoured sons. Bring Veneteri back to Ayllish. Bring me back my Rooster. Gloria grant them the strength they need.
I don't want to imagine what the isles will be like without that behemoth of a man.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 18, 2018, 10 a.m.(6/2/1009 AR)
Thirteen clockwise, thirteen counter clockwise, with the finger in hot water but not too hot.
<the next sentence is arvani as far as most anyone can tell but they seem like gibberish, but those who have been taught Marin'Alfar by Alarissa and read her whites likely get a very good giggle.>
<the next sentence is arvani as far as most anyone can tell but they seem like gibberish, but those who have been taught Marin'Alfar by Alarissa and read her whites likely get a very good giggle.>
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 13, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
I am tired today. A bone tiredness that wraps about me. I do not think that I even do that much at the moment. I have been trying to take the time to sit at the shrines and think quietly about things. As if that might give me rest. Victus asked my mind upon his two choices for voice and I agreed with them. Margot is steadfast and devoted and our goals align. Denica has been striving for the last few years to prove herself and we see her dedication day in and day out. So it brought me a smile and joy to see the proclamation signed by him. Fatima. Dear Fatima. I have no doubt that she and I will keep busy.
So tired.
Old.
I feel that today as well.
It might be a day for sitting before the fire in the library with honey upon my lap and just watch the flames.
So tired.
Old.
I feel that today as well.
It might be a day for sitting before the fire in the library with honey upon my lap and just watch the flames.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 10, 2018, 10:31 p.m.(5/16/1009 AR)
Two million.
Wrong, well over two million, one hundred and twenty one thousand. Roughly. The numbers need to be looked more closer for precision. I sat at my desk and looked over them and smile. I had not fathomed that we would have even this much by now and we still have a small stockpile of coin and resources ready to be converted.
But somewhere, in the isles and across the compact, there are children learning. And they're living a more carefree existence. Because of the generosity and concern, the care of others.
That's two thousand children.
Perhaps this can be done. In my lifetime.
Gods I pray it can.
Wrong, well over two million, one hundred and twenty one thousand. Roughly. The numbers need to be looked more closer for precision. I sat at my desk and looked over them and smile. I had not fathomed that we would have even this much by now and we still have a small stockpile of coin and resources ready to be converted.
But somewhere, in the isles and across the compact, there are children learning. And they're living a more carefree existence. Because of the generosity and concern, the care of others.
That's two thousand children.
Perhaps this can be done. In my lifetime.
Gods I pray it can.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 9, 2018, 6:14 p.m.(5/13/1009 AR)
I forgot how lovely my rooms were in Valardin. How dark and depressing the Thrax estate can be.
I am also alarmed that my rooms were still there and untouched.
I brought Danse with me, Astrid just screamed her head off about something that not even the nannies could decipher. So instead Danse spends time in the Valardin nursery. And I enjoy the pristine white of my old rooms.
I am also alarmed that my rooms were still there and untouched.
I brought Danse with me, Astrid just screamed her head off about something that not even the nannies could decipher. So instead Danse spends time in the Valardin nursery. And I enjoy the pristine white of my old rooms.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 9, 2018, 5:30 p.m.(5/13/1009 AR)
Such a shame, it was a very nice weapons rack, filled with weapons.
I canxt fathom where it may have been misplaced. Or the liquor cabinets. We seem to have a severe decline in furnishings in our room....
I canxt fathom where it may have been misplaced. Or the liquor cabinets. We seem to have a severe decline in furnishings in our room....
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 7, 2018, 9:46 a.m.(5/6/1009 AR)
They are looking decidedly bare after last night. I wonder if there is enough aeterna in the city to fill it back up...
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 7, 2018, 8:44 a.m.(5/6/1009 AR)
Oh gracious me. The Archlector is bored.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 6, 2018, 5:07 p.m.(5/3/1009 AR)
On that face it would seem that what is passing between Victus and I would be silly. I mean really, spoons.
It was brought to our attention that we were not be so very sociable a fealty or at least not as sociable as one individual within our fealty would like. In which, it was agreed that perhaps our focus had been less on engaging with our vassals and the compact as a fealty of late and more on business, business, business. So it was decided that we would attempt to do such.
In doing so, the man who so recklessly decided at my birthday party that he was going to slice my cake with an alacrite axe that not long before had been gizzard deep within a mirrorborn, stated that I was not allowed to throw anything that required more than one spoon. I pointed out that by his logic, one does not need more than one weapon. He objected. See, I understand well the need for multiple weapons. But he cannot understand the need for multiple spoons and that to compare the spoons to the weapons is just not done. Because a spoon never killed anyone. There would be no parties, with more than one spoon at the table.
Me. Not allowed to have a party, get together or gathering that had more than one spoon on the table. Thus ensued a spat. No, not a drop down, drag it all to the floor spat. But one that ended up with the High Lord sleeping somewhere that is not the Maelstrom bedchamber, with the claw of Arx at his side until he apologized. He did not. And so I've done what is in my right to do to find satisfaction and to prove a point.
A point that the Queensrest has to kindly let me borrow. The challenge is cutlery after all. Table cutlery. Not servingware, not cookware, but table cutlery and perhaps if that man has the sense that the gods gave a cow, he'd be realizing his mistake. Because I know all about what spoon goes with what.
So we will have champions wield our table cutlery of choice and if I win, he gets no say in whether any event that Thrax may host has more than one spoon or even whether it has rum. But should he find victory, I shall defer to him and never shall there be a party, event, gathering or gala thrown where more than one spoon will be on the table.
And either way, maybe he'll get pillows and blankets back. But until then he can keep the demon of Thrax close to keep him warm. Or go lay on the floor by the fire.
Because apparently sitting on his chest in the middle of the night and holding a spoon to his chest and starting to dig is atttempted murder and not trying to prove a point and I have no intention of murdering my husband.
It was brought to our attention that we were not be so very sociable a fealty or at least not as sociable as one individual within our fealty would like. In which, it was agreed that perhaps our focus had been less on engaging with our vassals and the compact as a fealty of late and more on business, business, business. So it was decided that we would attempt to do such.
In doing so, the man who so recklessly decided at my birthday party that he was going to slice my cake with an alacrite axe that not long before had been gizzard deep within a mirrorborn, stated that I was not allowed to throw anything that required more than one spoon. I pointed out that by his logic, one does not need more than one weapon. He objected. See, I understand well the need for multiple weapons. But he cannot understand the need for multiple spoons and that to compare the spoons to the weapons is just not done. Because a spoon never killed anyone. There would be no parties, with more than one spoon at the table.
Me. Not allowed to have a party, get together or gathering that had more than one spoon on the table. Thus ensued a spat. No, not a drop down, drag it all to the floor spat. But one that ended up with the High Lord sleeping somewhere that is not the Maelstrom bedchamber, with the claw of Arx at his side until he apologized. He did not. And so I've done what is in my right to do to find satisfaction and to prove a point.
A point that the Queensrest has to kindly let me borrow. The challenge is cutlery after all. Table cutlery. Not servingware, not cookware, but table cutlery and perhaps if that man has the sense that the gods gave a cow, he'd be realizing his mistake. Because I know all about what spoon goes with what.
So we will have champions wield our table cutlery of choice and if I win, he gets no say in whether any event that Thrax may host has more than one spoon or even whether it has rum. But should he find victory, I shall defer to him and never shall there be a party, event, gathering or gala thrown where more than one spoon will be on the table.
And either way, maybe he'll get pillows and blankets back. But until then he can keep the demon of Thrax close to keep him warm. Or go lay on the floor by the fire.
Because apparently sitting on his chest in the middle of the night and holding a spoon to his chest and starting to dig is atttempted murder and not trying to prove a point and I have no intention of murdering my husband.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 6, 2018, 3:41 p.m.(5/3/1009 AR)
Finally he finds a champion and takes this seriously.
He can sleep back in our bedroom tonight. But if he thinks he's getting any blankets, he is sorely mistaken, much less any pillows. Not till this is done.
He can sleep back in our bedroom tonight. But if he thinks he's getting any blankets, he is sorely mistaken, much less any pillows. Not till this is done.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 4, 2018, 10:02 a.m.(4/26/1009 AR)
Gods above save that child from my wrath.
Aeterna everwhere. Shreds of it.
I have to keep repeating to myself. "I will not murder the heir to Maelstrom." Lest I do so. She's only a baby. She doesn't know better.
I'll keep telling myself that.
Gods above I am never lending Genaile out ever again.
Everyone else is incompetant.
All that Aeterna.
Aeterna everwhere. Shreds of it.
I have to keep repeating to myself. "I will not murder the heir to Maelstrom." Lest I do so. She's only a baby. She doesn't know better.
I'll keep telling myself that.
Gods above I am never lending Genaile out ever again.
Everyone else is incompetant.
All that Aeterna.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 2, 2018, 11:09 a.m.(4/22/1009 AR)
It's not about the spoons.
No,it is about the spoons. i cannot change who I am. I am a woman who enjoys the very finest things in life. I am more at home in the gilded adornments of a fine dinner party with all the cutlery and four different glasses, three different plates, five different spoons and four different forks. Where a servant pulls my chair out for me and then in, settles the napkin on my lap, pours my wines, champagnes, water. Where my hand never touches the plate and I never have to ask for more wine. It's just there.
The hallmark of a fine waitstaff. It's why I like the Queensrest. I don't slice open my own oysters. The chances of cutting oneself? Far too high and sprays blood at a dinner table is very inappropriate. I never use the sugar spoon for anything other than sugar. There are roughly five different types of soup spoons and I have been raised to note the difference between them and when it is appropriate to use the wide shallow one versus the one with a deeper bowl better suits to chowders and stews.
There are glasses for red wine, white wine, blended wines, champagnes, ports, brandy's. You do not put the one in the other or it alters the taste of the liquid. There are forks for salad with less tines than a fork one would use to dine upon their main course. Forks that you use to eat snails that would be unusable to eat salad or anything else because the tines are so small, meant to fit into the shell and pop them out.
This is about my right to enjoy a lively affair filled with fine china, boughs of flowers, twelve courses and soft music while talking with friends, just as much as he has the right to sit around a dock with sailors, singing loud songs while hamfisting oysters open and slurping at their insides after having cracked them open with a flex of his thighs and fistfight breaking out and spilling alcohol everywhere while drinking it straight from the bottle.
This is no different than needs five different axes, small or large, all with different types of blade edges because one is better at cleaving heads from shoulders while the other is best at making a man remember what he did wrong that day many years down the road. I respect that.
Gods woman indeed. He married high, he married great, he married someone who enjoys and requires the finer things in life and now he can answer the duel or maybe he'll find himself waking in the middle of the night with a spoon pressed to his chest and we'll see if one -can- spoon a heart out through the chest.
No,it is about the spoons. i cannot change who I am. I am a woman who enjoys the very finest things in life. I am more at home in the gilded adornments of a fine dinner party with all the cutlery and four different glasses, three different plates, five different spoons and four different forks. Where a servant pulls my chair out for me and then in, settles the napkin on my lap, pours my wines, champagnes, water. Where my hand never touches the plate and I never have to ask for more wine. It's just there.
The hallmark of a fine waitstaff. It's why I like the Queensrest. I don't slice open my own oysters. The chances of cutting oneself? Far too high and sprays blood at a dinner table is very inappropriate. I never use the sugar spoon for anything other than sugar. There are roughly five different types of soup spoons and I have been raised to note the difference between them and when it is appropriate to use the wide shallow one versus the one with a deeper bowl better suits to chowders and stews.
There are glasses for red wine, white wine, blended wines, champagnes, ports, brandy's. You do not put the one in the other or it alters the taste of the liquid. There are forks for salad with less tines than a fork one would use to dine upon their main course. Forks that you use to eat snails that would be unusable to eat salad or anything else because the tines are so small, meant to fit into the shell and pop them out.
This is about my right to enjoy a lively affair filled with fine china, boughs of flowers, twelve courses and soft music while talking with friends, just as much as he has the right to sit around a dock with sailors, singing loud songs while hamfisting oysters open and slurping at their insides after having cracked them open with a flex of his thighs and fistfight breaking out and spilling alcohol everywhere while drinking it straight from the bottle.
This is no different than needs five different axes, small or large, all with different types of blade edges because one is better at cleaving heads from shoulders while the other is best at making a man remember what he did wrong that day many years down the road. I respect that.
Gods woman indeed. He married high, he married great, he married someone who enjoys and requires the finer things in life and now he can answer the duel or maybe he'll find himself waking in the middle of the night with a spoon pressed to his chest and we'll see if one -can- spoon a heart out through the chest.
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