Written By Shae
Jan. 12, 2020, 2:26 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Kedehern
Our small ceremony was perfect and intimate, just as I had wanted it to be. I wish mother could have been there for it, but other then that it really was wonderful. And now we are taking a nice trip to Artshall, with a stopover in in Duskshire to see my mother. Hopefully I will be able to convince Kedehern to make a few side trips to look at some breeds of dogs I am interested in getting. In hopes to cross breed them with my own, to create some new breeds.
Written By Shae
Jan. 12, 2020, 2:20 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
Truth be told, I would have loved for Kedehern to have married into Keaton. Perhaps in an effort of compromise I could name our children with K names, such as; Karina, Kirlys, Kiana, Karly, Karis, Katya, Kat, Kathryn, Kara?
Seems I am hoping for all girls.
Seems I am hoping for all girls.
Written By Kedehern
Jan. 12, 2020, 2:19 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
Things seem to be moving again. Preparations for our trip to the Shadowood are nearly complete, though it's a shame that Lady Amari can no longer join our party at this time. Still, she'll be good company for Shae and myself on our other trip, to the north.
Written By Eirene
Jan. 12, 2020, 12:53 p.m.(7/19/1012 AR)
I swear to all the gods, if i wasn't already a drunk, I would be now.
In other news, I'm proud of my family for standing by our honor and what is right by our people.
Now if you'll excuse me, scholar, I have a bender to continue.
In other news, I'm proud of my family for standing by our honor and what is right by our people.
Now if you'll excuse me, scholar, I have a bender to continue.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 12, 2020, 2:31 a.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
Congratulations to Lady Zoey and Lord Ian on their new baby girl. i got to gush over her today - she's adorable!
Written By Appolonia
Jan. 12, 2020, 12:49 a.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Yes
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 12, 2020, 12:22 a.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
Beloved Mangata
We thank you for your grace and inspiration, for the wind through our hair, the water that swirls through and over falls, with the sound soothing us to serenity. We thank you for the blessing of summer, and the drink that we have, the lives that we live.
We offer you these tokens of our thanks and admiration, small though they may be. The sparkle and gleam of the water and light as it hits them brings joy and lightness to all, much as your grace does.
We thank you for your grace and inspiration, for the wind through our hair, the water that swirls through and over falls, with the sound soothing us to serenity. We thank you for the blessing of summer, and the drink that we have, the lives that we live.
We offer you these tokens of our thanks and admiration, small though they may be. The sparkle and gleam of the water and light as it hits them brings joy and lightness to all, much as your grace does.
Written By Appolonia
Jan. 11, 2020, 11:44 p.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
I have recovered an ancient lay, but more importantly, I wish to report that a cow's nose is heavenly in its softness.
Written By Veronica
Jan. 11, 2020, 10:46 p.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Apollo
Apollo asked some good, deep questions this evening that have made me pause to take an uncomfortable look into myself and my priorities. I would really rather have them answered sooner than later.
Written By Mirari
Jan. 11, 2020, 10:42 p.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Esme
Based on the responses of others I will have to concede that you are correct:
That love is defined by the one who feels it. However, I still find myself in a contemplatives quandary. When we are born we know nothing. It is our parents or caregivers responsibility to teach us. We are blank slates upon which they pass on their knowledge. Did you know what a cookie was until your mother held one out and said, "Here, little one, have a cookie."
Did you know the color orange until you were taught your colors? We do not know how to read until we are taught our letters and how to put them together. I do not remember being taught the concept of anger, but I am certain that as a toddler when I was throwing a tantrum over having to go to bed I did not know what I was feeling. I am certain that my mother taught me that I was behaving badly because I was angry.
As creatures we know nothing until we are taught.
So if we know nothing until we are taught, but Love is something we define for ourselves...
Who teaches us love?
And are we being taught the right kind of love?
That love is defined by the one who feels it. However, I still find myself in a contemplatives quandary. When we are born we know nothing. It is our parents or caregivers responsibility to teach us. We are blank slates upon which they pass on their knowledge. Did you know what a cookie was until your mother held one out and said, "Here, little one, have a cookie."
Did you know the color orange until you were taught your colors? We do not know how to read until we are taught our letters and how to put them together. I do not remember being taught the concept of anger, but I am certain that as a toddler when I was throwing a tantrum over having to go to bed I did not know what I was feeling. I am certain that my mother taught me that I was behaving badly because I was angry.
As creatures we know nothing until we are taught.
So if we know nothing until we are taught, but Love is something we define for ourselves...
Who teaches us love?
And are we being taught the right kind of love?
Written By Ryhalt
Jan. 11, 2020, 10:39 p.m.(7/18/1012 AR)
It was a much needed refreshment to take time to pray at the Mangata shrine today. No matter how many cares and frustrations one faces, there is always hope while alive for a better day on the morrow.
Written By Amari
Jan. 11, 2020, 10:19 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
Congratulations, though I fear Uncle Baron Norwood will be a nervous wreck from now on, with his waking hours all fully committed to making sure young Lady Nora Woode is kept safe from bears.
Written By Sydney
Jan. 11, 2020, 8:43 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Lenne
Many are those who discount the value of someone who can notice when something is about to go awry - I am not one of them. It's not a gift I'm particularly attuned to, and the number of times I've near-blundered only to have someone more attentive save my hide is rather high.
All the same... Do be careful, Lenne Crovane.
All the same... Do be careful, Lenne Crovane.
Written By Sylvi
Jan. 11, 2020, 6:14 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
As I have set off on my journey to understand that path which I have set before myself and the commitment that I intend to embark on, I have begun a city-wide pilgrimage to the holy sites of the city. I've decided that I wish to start my journey by visiting the Shrine of the Lost, which is all that we currently have of The Dreamer, Aion. Recently rediscovered, there is so little known about this mysterious creator of everything in our world. There are some that claim that all of creation is but the dream of a God and while that may well wind up being true, I find I am not fond of this theory, choosing instead to believe that the dreamer makes real that what he dreams. Well, not quite. I imagine that what the truth of reality is, it's far more complex than anything that can be so easily described, and regardless of anything else I might say, his dream is our reality.
The Shrine itself was quite empty during my visit. When I arrived, I was the single soul that decided to make the visit this morning, though evidence of the Priests that come and visit and keep the place tidied up. There is something so strangely tragic about a god that has yet to do anything in our lifetimes that we can see, just a silent dreamer with so few truly aware of everything he has done. I can't help but wonder if this is how things are supposed to be, or if we must do more to raise awareness. The lost have been found, and yet I still feel as though something is missing. I hope we figure out what that is sooner rather than later.
I waited for some time, and prayed in silence for much of my visit, when I wasn't just trying to look around and learn what I can of this place. Though nobody arrived that I could speak with, I feel I at least made a connection to something that is so rarely tapped into. I hope to learn more as I continue my path, and tomorrow I intend on finding my way into the Shrine of the Queen of Endings, another of the lost. I will write my thoughts the same as I did today.
The Shrine itself was quite empty during my visit. When I arrived, I was the single soul that decided to make the visit this morning, though evidence of the Priests that come and visit and keep the place tidied up. There is something so strangely tragic about a god that has yet to do anything in our lifetimes that we can see, just a silent dreamer with so few truly aware of everything he has done. I can't help but wonder if this is how things are supposed to be, or if we must do more to raise awareness. The lost have been found, and yet I still feel as though something is missing. I hope we figure out what that is sooner rather than later.
I waited for some time, and prayed in silence for much of my visit, when I wasn't just trying to look around and learn what I can of this place. Though nobody arrived that I could speak with, I feel I at least made a connection to something that is so rarely tapped into. I hope to learn more as I continue my path, and tomorrow I intend on finding my way into the Shrine of the Queen of Endings, another of the lost. I will write my thoughts the same as I did today.
Written By Evaristo
Jan. 11, 2020, 5:54 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
Several EXCITING projects going on.
Josephine Arcuri will do the finishing touches on Death's Crown soon, which means it will be displayed at the Shrine of the Queen for all to see. A ceremony of some kind will take place for this, of course. An artifact of the Queen, created by human hands.
Bard's College is buzzing with activity as we practice for an upcoming concert of LEGENDARY proportion. The song I will sing is mostly finished, I'm working on some details. Others are finished or working on theirs. The concert will be in about a month. PLenty of time! Backgrounds and decor is being built. There will be a quite amazing surprise!
Josephine Arcuri will do the finishing touches on Death's Crown soon, which means it will be displayed at the Shrine of the Queen for all to see. A ceremony of some kind will take place for this, of course. An artifact of the Queen, created by human hands.
Bard's College is buzzing with activity as we practice for an upcoming concert of LEGENDARY proportion. The song I will sing is mostly finished, I'm working on some details. Others are finished or working on theirs. The concert will be in about a month. PLenty of time! Backgrounds and decor is being built. There will be a quite amazing surprise!
Written By Arcadia
Jan. 11, 2020, 4:47 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
When I became a countess I was told of the noble burden. That as a leader of a house I must make sure I endure, and end as many hardships as I could for my people. Is it fair to be dressed in fine fabrics and waste money on frivolous things while my people starve? Is it not better to dress in linen and provide bags of grain for those who need it? Since becoming a Stahlben, I have tried my hardest to live by that. Is my choice making someone else's life harder? Have I helped someone today?
Tonight I was told something new. Part of being a noble is to protect those who need it. To speak up against injustice and cruelty. I would of thought that would be part of being human. That when we look into the mirror, when we examine our true selves, are we happy with what we see? Are you content with your actions? Your words? Have you made life better for those considered below your station?
So I ask, are you happy with your choices?
Tonight I was told something new. Part of being a noble is to protect those who need it. To speak up against injustice and cruelty. I would of thought that would be part of being human. That when we look into the mirror, when we examine our true selves, are we happy with what we see? Are you content with your actions? Your words? Have you made life better for those considered below your station?
So I ask, are you happy with your choices?
Written By Perronne
Jan. 11, 2020, 4:45 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Mayir
The best welcome home I could get from the best partner I could have!
Written By Gwenna
Jan. 11, 2020, 4:37 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
I sent word to my distant cousin inquiring about two of the three kittens that he had advertised having available for adoption. Lorenzo and I are still deciding what to name the handsome puppy he brought home, and we have mostly decided on names for the baby we have on the way. I thought, how much crazier could it be, adding a kitten to the mix? Maybe the three of them will grow up together and be the fastest of friends! And, of course, the kittens were already named, which would save Lorenzo and I trying to figure /that/ out ourselves.
Rather than one of the two I had asked about, Lord Michael sent me Stompy, an aptly named whirlwind of fur and sight that seems keen enough to see things no one else can see. He attacks those things, and pretty much everything that moves. Thankfully his bite is a playful one and it's our hope that he may grow of out this. Or be trained out of it. Or sleep. I suppose I should have expected this; the wounds of Sir Bunnibus are deep, indeed. Yet we will love Stompy and give him a good home. I will hope that someday, perhaps, this will help mend the rift, if even just a little bit.
Rather than one of the two I had asked about, Lord Michael sent me Stompy, an aptly named whirlwind of fur and sight that seems keen enough to see things no one else can see. He attacks those things, and pretty much everything that moves. Thankfully his bite is a playful one and it's our hope that he may grow of out this. Or be trained out of it. Or sleep. I suppose I should have expected this; the wounds of Sir Bunnibus are deep, indeed. Yet we will love Stompy and give him a good home. I will hope that someday, perhaps, this will help mend the rift, if even just a little bit.
Written By Rafael
Jan. 11, 2020, 2:50 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
Someone has cowed the east garden, by which I mean they have filled it with cows.
Written By Jules
Jan. 11, 2020, 2:47 p.m.(7/17/1012 AR)
Lady Zoey had her new baby, I'm not especially close to babies and children since they are far too unpredictable but I do find it such a delightful thing and I am ever so happy for her!
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