Written By Delilah
Nov. 7, 2018, 4:31 p.m.(12/13/1009 AR)
My pen has scribed a thousand lines today, and none of them more meaningful than the scraps of paper and sketches that permeate a book that will end up consigned to a basket. Possibly a bin, precious as paper is. Vellichor teaches us not to burn the scraps of the past, though giving rise to flowers is another matter entirely.
The wanderings of ink poured out in their plentitude maintain a certain viable link to remind me where I have been, my intent for the moment, and where I mean to go. Those flashes of insight committed to paper hold a greater permanence than those painted on the air by a choice advance of words, or plucked and pulled in a conversation with no real force of action behind them.
Two pairs of hands shape the possibility that I raised a couple weeks ago, something to break the doldrums of the winter. Breathing life through mist and shadow, now the illuminating contour and the heights give such a sense of hope, a call of possibility. Provided the pieces come together, it may well be something to remember.
Not an easy thing to pull off by any means, either, but in the crafting and refining process for the event, I have the very best of help. Experienced guidance to launch me into hopefully not falling flat upon my face. The latter would be rather unfortunate after all the effort put into mastering nuances.
Simplification will be an ongoing struggle to keep the activities approachable and straightforward. I'd like anyone who might be interested in participating to feel as though they can do so, which means an ongoing matter of reflection to cut everything like a jewel. Little chips and polishing up create something truly beautiful and memorable.
All this is going to be splendid... And exhausting.
The wanderings of ink poured out in their plentitude maintain a certain viable link to remind me where I have been, my intent for the moment, and where I mean to go. Those flashes of insight committed to paper hold a greater permanence than those painted on the air by a choice advance of words, or plucked and pulled in a conversation with no real force of action behind them.
Two pairs of hands shape the possibility that I raised a couple weeks ago, something to break the doldrums of the winter. Breathing life through mist and shadow, now the illuminating contour and the heights give such a sense of hope, a call of possibility. Provided the pieces come together, it may well be something to remember.
Not an easy thing to pull off by any means, either, but in the crafting and refining process for the event, I have the very best of help. Experienced guidance to launch me into hopefully not falling flat upon my face. The latter would be rather unfortunate after all the effort put into mastering nuances.
Simplification will be an ongoing struggle to keep the activities approachable and straightforward. I'd like anyone who might be interested in participating to feel as though they can do so, which means an ongoing matter of reflection to cut everything like a jewel. Little chips and polishing up create something truly beautiful and memorable.
All this is going to be splendid... And exhausting.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 4, 2018, 9:15 p.m.(12/8/1009 AR)
For once, I am rendered silent.
The flow has gone dry.
The pen, once dipped in empyrean ink, lies cracked.
Solitude is a guest at my table,
Drinking deep of the wine and devouring the bread.
For once, I have forgotten the cold.
I lay in the slumbering gardens,
Losing myself as I fall upwards into the autumn sky.
The flow has gone dry.
The pen, once dipped in empyrean ink, lies cracked.
Solitude is a guest at my table,
Drinking deep of the wine and devouring the bread.
For once, I have forgotten the cold.
I lay in the slumbering gardens,
Losing myself as I fall upwards into the autumn sky.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 4, 2018, 9:11 p.m.(12/8/1009 AR)
Your eyes are profound and immense,
Scribing a dark truth beyond my knowledge;
I drink in the vast night staining my lips,
The fires ablaze on mingled love and faith.
Your voice is haunted and unfailing,
Restoring a lost song upon my mute tongue;
I dance along the star-girt path burning my skin,
The void awash in muted absence and desire.
Scribing a dark truth beyond my knowledge;
I drink in the vast night staining my lips,
The fires ablaze on mingled love and faith.
Your voice is haunted and unfailing,
Restoring a lost song upon my mute tongue;
I dance along the star-girt path burning my skin,
The void awash in muted absence and desire.
Written By Delilah
Nov. 2, 2018, 2:12 p.m.(12/3/1009 AR)
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
How many things I put off for the coming dawn. There can only be so many hours committed to a given task, if the task is to be done well. Scrub away at the floors before you start trying to tidy the cabinets, organize books, set out the winter clothes and put away the summer. Likewise stop trying to design a ball, arrange for ongoing winter studies, incidentally build a major institution, and possibly work to arrange half a dozen other events.
That's just this morning.
Excess? I don't know the meaning of the word....
How many things I put off for the coming dawn. There can only be so many hours committed to a given task, if the task is to be done well. Scrub away at the floors before you start trying to tidy the cabinets, organize books, set out the winter clothes and put away the summer. Likewise stop trying to design a ball, arrange for ongoing winter studies, incidentally build a major institution, and possibly work to arrange half a dozen other events.
That's just this morning.
Excess? I don't know the meaning of the word....
Written By Delilah
Oct. 30, 2018, 9:26 a.m.(11/25/1009 AR)
All this rain has strengthened my convictions that the winter will bring further reason to remain indoors. If we are all to survive the experience without some ill-ventured argument that ends in a spectacular duel -- with no disrespect intended to Champion Bliss or the other respected duelists -- then the city direly needs a well-planned social calendar.
I suppose it doesn't hurt that I have already somehow conceived of seventeen events to pass off to other people, for surely I have enough to do as it is.
Give me an hour of idle time, I fill it with a fortnight of things.
I suppose it doesn't hurt that I have already somehow conceived of seventeen events to pass off to other people, for surely I have enough to do as it is.
Give me an hour of idle time, I fill it with a fortnight of things.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 25, 2018, 9:59 p.m.(11/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
So many others have poured out their thoughts in words far more beautiful than I can hope to contain. Mine is but a copper link against their iridescite wonders, scribed as beautifully as you shape metal and gems into eloquence.
Know only that you are loved and in this city, you shall not go alone or forgotten. In heart and spirit, we stand with you, even at those moments when we cannot be at your side.
Know only that you are loved and in this city, you shall not go alone or forgotten. In heart and spirit, we stand with you, even at those moments when we cannot be at your side.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 22, 2018, 11:53 p.m.(11/10/1009 AR)
Futures never done,
To the end, overcome;
Before we breath the cold,
Every look, stories told.
In the air, our wishes heard,
Blown away from where we were,
Raise your voice and fix your eyes
In the moment, we're alive.
To the end, overcome;
Before we breath the cold,
Every look, stories told.
In the air, our wishes heard,
Blown away from where we were,
Raise your voice and fix your eyes
In the moment, we're alive.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 22, 2018, 11:45 p.m.(11/10/1009 AR)
I linger in a starless evening in the garden,
My fingers trace the words in your letters.
What have we done with our lives,
And what does it get us?
That doesn't change what pervades my thoughts by day,
The city calls my name and I can't stay away.
And I know what I came here to do.
I'll always be here for you.
My fingers trace the words in your letters.
What have we done with our lives,
And what does it get us?
That doesn't change what pervades my thoughts by day,
The city calls my name and I can't stay away.
And I know what I came here to do.
I'll always be here for you.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 19, 2018, 7:56 p.m.(10/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
Write your will, stick it in Mama's slipper, and give it to me.
I'll keep it safe and we can laugh like we did as children when we pretended to be grown up, so proud of wearing her beautiful silks.
I'll keep it safe and we can laugh like we did as children when we pretended to be grown up, so proud of wearing her beautiful silks.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 18, 2018, 1:10 a.m.(10/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Tabitha
O sweet cousin, truly I am grateful to have shared the evening with you over our candles in the light of faith. Prayer is a strange thing to perform in public, en masse, sometimes, especially on matters near and sacred to the heart. Yet there was something magical about standing in the Great Cathedral at your side, thinking on the matters facing us ahead and knowing we would be there together for one another.
Through us, too, the kinship to all our siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts, and parents were represented. Hearing the soaring, glorious voices of the choir, my heart felt calm and stilled for the first time in a very long span. Mostly because we were together, sharing in a moment that still leaves me wistful in a way. There lies a beauty in the way voices mingle on the stone, and the archlectors and legates together performed a profound, subtly moving ceremony. Sir Jeffeth, too, added a human touch in unexpected ways. For that, and for Dame Thena, I am grateful.
Though I must say, spending the following hour or so shuttling silk every which way left me delighted and, I fear, a bit wearisome. Now, with the stars flickering overhead and a cool breeze stirring up the autumnal foliage, let it be said tonight held its own special magic: that of family and faith, friendship and fortune.
May such hopefulness and brightness of spirit touch everyone headed forth to the defense of Arx, now and in times ahead.
Through us, too, the kinship to all our siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts, and parents were represented. Hearing the soaring, glorious voices of the choir, my heart felt calm and stilled for the first time in a very long span. Mostly because we were together, sharing in a moment that still leaves me wistful in a way. There lies a beauty in the way voices mingle on the stone, and the archlectors and legates together performed a profound, subtly moving ceremony. Sir Jeffeth, too, added a human touch in unexpected ways. For that, and for Dame Thena, I am grateful.
Though I must say, spending the following hour or so shuttling silk every which way left me delighted and, I fear, a bit wearisome. Now, with the stars flickering overhead and a cool breeze stirring up the autumnal foliage, let it be said tonight held its own special magic: that of family and faith, friendship and fortune.
May such hopefulness and brightness of spirit touch everyone headed forth to the defense of Arx, now and in times ahead.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 16, 2018, 1:21 p.m.(10/16/1009 AR)
With all these dreams recounted in the White's, I wonder whether someone has ever set out to collect them in a book.
Some of them are particularly lovely. Others, imagined not to be so.
Some of them are particularly lovely. Others, imagined not to be so.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 14, 2018, 11:50 a.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Mia
I have plans for you, o generous countess. Expect that trunk any time soon.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 13, 2018, 11:07 p.m.(10/11/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
Let me say publicly that Princess Donella is a treasure of the Northlands. I find it disconcerting how easily she roused me to laugh, and the more so for sparring with His Majesty and coming away very well out of it.
In light of all the other turbulence this evening, I mark that as a treasured memory.
In light of all the other turbulence this evening, I mark that as a treasured memory.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 11, 2018, 2:58 p.m.(10/6/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Jyri
That's it, I'm having a stargazing picnic the next time people cannot sleep.
Let's at least find some peace in it, shall we? Or company. I know an excellent rooftop or two.
You and my beloved sister are both invited. And probably anyone else reading this.
Let's at least find some peace in it, shall we? Or company. I know an excellent rooftop or two.
You and my beloved sister are both invited. And probably anyone else reading this.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 9, 2018, 11:58 p.m.(10/3/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Tabitha
My family truly is a rarity and a wonder.
The adopted members in spirit, the ones related by blood, and the cat.
Because Cabbit is a person too.
The adopted members in spirit, the ones related by blood, and the cat.
Because Cabbit is a person too.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 9, 2018, 9:32 a.m.(10/1/1009 AR)
My shelves look dubiously bare. They require more books. The Gilded Page is bound to be my next stop, after a coffee shop. This is the sort of adventure that a girl lives for. The delving into the stacks in search of something breathtakingly rare -- that precious volume inscribed by a tale of wit and wonder, something that settles into the mind like a coin tossed into a fountain. Let it shine bright and clear. Let us all admire the gorgeous variety of thoughts and words captured in enriched detail, a transporting moment to another time.
I need to arrange for a book trade, don't I?
I need to arrange for a book trade, don't I?
Written By Delilah
Oct. 9, 2018, 12:21 a.m.(10/1/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Simone
Autumn sets the moment when the world comes alive again. Strange as it may seem, the turn of the seasons marks a beginning in the time of harvest. We may begin the calendar in the lengthening after the darkest days of the year, but the statement of fall marking a new beginning again is perfectly apt, I think.
A proper white Lycene wine, good company, and the best of stories marked my evening. I cannot ask for better than this -- friendship in the most beautiful, soothing surroundings. Even if certain things said left me at a temporary loss for words, all in the best of ways. We shall laugh at this when October creeps away to November. Before the first snows dance on the air, I will be glad for the cozy tidings we laid in the month with.
You always have been an emblem of hospitality.
A proper white Lycene wine, good company, and the best of stories marked my evening. I cannot ask for better than this -- friendship in the most beautiful, soothing surroundings. Even if certain things said left me at a temporary loss for words, all in the best of ways. We shall laugh at this when October creeps away to November. Before the first snows dance on the air, I will be glad for the cozy tidings we laid in the month with.
You always have been an emblem of hospitality.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 8, 2018, 9 p.m.(9/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Elora
Such kindness is the norm and acquiring a healthy wardrobe part of the right of joining the city. You may count on some of the leading ladies to set the style and graciously share it. Chin up, smile on your face, greeting for all those you cross: these are the open secrets of success to setting roots down in Arx.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 7, 2018, 12:52 a.m.(9/25/1009 AR)
Nine empty ink bottles, four dulled nibs, one spilled bottle of liquid silver.
But I have something pretty to show for all my efforts, even if no one but me will care about the trinkets on my shelf.
But I have something pretty to show for all my efforts, even if no one but me will care about the trinkets on my shelf.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 5, 2018, 2:01 p.m.(9/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Helia
The girl would have done better to dare him to duel in a pillowcase.
Or the fellow duelist to call for wearing it as a cape. Assuming the sheet was not, in fact, already a cape. Lost opportunity there, Champions!
Or the fellow duelist to call for wearing it as a cape. Assuming the sheet was not, in fact, already a cape. Lost opportunity there, Champions!
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