Written By Joscelin
Oct. 14, 2018, 5:11 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
There are days I worry that I'll lose my sense of self, my artistry, in the leading of the Guild. Funnily enough, these days are promptly upended by a rush of inspiration so sharp and powerful, I'm damn near crippled into staying at my bench until I've seen it through.
I hope this one does the receiver ... joy. Gives them joy, perhaps. The old word for 'jewelry', after all, stems from the 'joy'.
I'm overthinking.
I hope this one does the receiver ... joy. Gives them joy, perhaps. The old word for 'jewelry', after all, stems from the 'joy'.
I'm overthinking.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 14, 2018, 5:09 p.m.(10/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
YOU'VE ONLY BEEN HERE A WEEK.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 10, 2018, 1:39 p.m.(10/4/1009 AR)
Craving grilled fish on cheese-bread. My mind says 'no don't why are you doing this' but my mouth and belly can't get enough. And then I add pickles and pepper and suddenly I'm in a state of euphoria one bite in, so intense it's almost orgasmic.
Guildmaster Reigna wasn't kidding.
Guildmaster Reigna wasn't kidding.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 10, 2018, 1:12 p.m.(10/4/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
I'm going to apologize to everyone right now for the return of this rascal. If you find him drunk somewhere, just send him to my house. Don't worry about washing him, just load him onto a cart and drop him off. Brush him off first or soak him in the river for a minute, I'll probably pay you.
If he gets arrested ...
... well. That would depend on the circumstance.
Also don't drink with him. I say this as a loving warning to the city. Just. Don't.
If he gets arrested ...
... well. That would depend on the circumstance.
Also don't drink with him. I say this as a loving warning to the city. Just. Don't.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2018, 11:31 p.m.(9/19/1009 AR)
If you two make a mess, Oliver, Morrighan, you're cleaning it up.
Thankfully, the best way to get rid of tar is to soak it in alcohol. Morrighan, I'll raid your store and upend some of your better bottles.
Thankfully, the best way to get rid of tar is to soak it in alcohol. Morrighan, I'll raid your store and upend some of your better bottles.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2018, 11:14 p.m.(9/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
I don't know, you drink and don't age, this woman has to be close to 90, so maybe she's just as pickled as you are?
Also if you're going to raid my kitchen, there's a fresh batch of scones on the counter. Just be sure to check Oliver's shop first; if he's not in there, he might be in the house and if he's in the house, there's a big chance he's running around without clothes on. I mean, if you're adverse to witnessing that kind of splendor. I don't mind you raiding and running. You have a key.
Also if you're going to raid my kitchen, there's a fresh batch of scones on the counter. Just be sure to check Oliver's shop first; if he's not in there, he might be in the house and if he's in the house, there's a big chance he's running around without clothes on. I mean, if you're adverse to witnessing that kind of splendor. I don't mind you raiding and running. You have a key.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2018, 10:29 p.m.(9/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
Yes.
Also I've received no sympathy from my complaints. Emma Mason, my second favorite gem merchant, saw me bump over a crate of apples from turning too fast. I'm as ungainly as fuck. I've got bruises on my hips from bumping into shit and I banged my knee. I made the horrible mistake of telling that dirty old delight that it was going to swell. Do you know what she said to me?
"Aye, running into a man-snake with your legs open is like-as-not to cause nine months or more of swelling when you forget your tea, ain't it?" And then she cackled.
I mean it's not like the whole bloody Guild doesn't know I'm married but when she started that naughty little snigger and grinned at me and waggled her eyebrows, I daresay I was as red as your hair. Emma is a -great- -grandmother-...!
It was a strange moment; mortified and loved. She gave me tea and laughed at me more and told me about some helpful balance exercises but told me when I get into my last months it won't make a difference.
Also I think I should take cussing lessons from that wicked old woman. The most colorful, efficient descriptions of coitus I've ever heard.
Also I've received no sympathy from my complaints. Emma Mason, my second favorite gem merchant, saw me bump over a crate of apples from turning too fast. I'm as ungainly as fuck. I've got bruises on my hips from bumping into shit and I banged my knee. I made the horrible mistake of telling that dirty old delight that it was going to swell. Do you know what she said to me?
"Aye, running into a man-snake with your legs open is like-as-not to cause nine months or more of swelling when you forget your tea, ain't it?" And then she cackled.
I mean it's not like the whole bloody Guild doesn't know I'm married but when she started that naughty little snigger and grinned at me and waggled her eyebrows, I daresay I was as red as your hair. Emma is a -great- -grandmother-...!
It was a strange moment; mortified and loved. She gave me tea and laughed at me more and told me about some helpful balance exercises but told me when I get into my last months it won't make a difference.
Also I think I should take cussing lessons from that wicked old woman. The most colorful, efficient descriptions of coitus I've ever heard.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 3, 2018, 8:04 p.m.(9/18/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
You reminded me to try on my coat.
I'm five months with-child and it doesn't fit.
I'm not saying I cried but can you fix this? Is there a way to fix it? It's so beautiful, this would be the first winter in four years I've not worn it and it feels so wrong not to.
Blast it all, I'm crying again, it's just a coat!
I think I need pie.
I'm five months with-child and it doesn't fit.
I'm not saying I cried but can you fix this? Is there a way to fix it? It's so beautiful, this would be the first winter in four years I've not worn it and it feels so wrong not to.
Blast it all, I'm crying again, it's just a coat!
I think I need pie.
Written By Joscelin
Oct. 2, 2018, 10:50 p.m.(9/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Yasmine
Do you still dance? It's been ages since I've seen you dance. You have new bells, too, I hear.
Get it? 'Hear'?
[The scholar notes the Guildmaster giggled like a little girl for the last five minutes and nothing was clear enough to transcribe.]
Get it? 'Hear'?
[The scholar notes the Guildmaster giggled like a little girl for the last five minutes and nothing was clear enough to transcribe.]
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 26, 2018, 6:30 p.m.(9/4/1009 AR)
Sometimes I create things with the imaginings borne of my clients, beautiful, exquisite creations that take my breath away, love clearly put into every line and thought.
And then sometimes I make a massive necklace with a stone carved to look like a spleen. -With- -humor-, mind you, and that part I also enjoy. But the differences between the two commissions are big enough to make me cackle. I do enjoy what I do.
And then sometimes I make a massive necklace with a stone carved to look like a spleen. -With- -humor-, mind you, and that part I also enjoy. But the differences between the two commissions are big enough to make me cackle. I do enjoy what I do.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 24, 2018, 8:53 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I think if I give birth in my shop before the altar of my crafts, I'd be quite blessed and quite annoyed, equally.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 24, 2018, 1:12 a.m.(8/27/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I pity the position Guildmaster Reigna has put herself in, my letters asking her about ever twitch and change in body and out will likely drive her mad. I have no regrets, however; the more I learn the more impressed I am with what I am becoming.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 21, 2018, 9:02 p.m.(8/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Calandra
Raptures? Goodness. What a delightful compliment.
If you ever admire something that is no longer in stock, or would like something made to match it, let me know, I keep a lot of my molds and can happily reproduce items in different metals and gems.
Raptures! I love it!
If you ever admire something that is no longer in stock, or would like something made to match it, let me know, I keep a lot of my molds and can happily reproduce items in different metals and gems.
Raptures! I love it!
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 20, 2018, 11:57 a.m.(8/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fairen
I don't think you've met Mongoose. 'Little' doesn't describe a thing about her. But you are correct about the other thing: she is lovely.
Except when my husband feeds her jerky.
Except when my husband feeds her jerky.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 20, 2018, 12:43 a.m.(8/19/1009 AR)
Chipped a diamond today. Gods' damned square cuts.
Diamonds cleave naturally in squared shapes, and now and then my setting graver will slip (yes, even as a master Crafter, this happens sometimes). Usually this results in little to no harm, just a small nick in the metal that needs to be polished out.
But on a day like today, there was a flaw in the gem. Tiny, nothing to fuss over, the only person that would notice it would likely only be myself. When the edge of my graver caught the inclusion that came to the surface on the girdle of the stone, it was like fate. Destiny. A tragic, awful destiny. The flaw became a chunk of missing gem, smaller than a grain of sand but a massive accident to the eyes of any jeweler. Shame! Shame on me, shame on the Arterius name, shame on my dog.
Ah well. To the lapidary artist with you, nasty little chipped diamond. We'll have you re-cut and without that damn flaw to mock me and tempt my graver a second. You'll be even better for it, I promise, your clarity and value improved. I'm just happy it was you that was injured and not my thumb again. You even glitter maliciously.
Yes, Scholar, I carry on conversations with my work. Don't make faces, I know for a fact many of you mutter into your books as you write. So there.
Diamonds cleave naturally in squared shapes, and now and then my setting graver will slip (yes, even as a master Crafter, this happens sometimes). Usually this results in little to no harm, just a small nick in the metal that needs to be polished out.
But on a day like today, there was a flaw in the gem. Tiny, nothing to fuss over, the only person that would notice it would likely only be myself. When the edge of my graver caught the inclusion that came to the surface on the girdle of the stone, it was like fate. Destiny. A tragic, awful destiny. The flaw became a chunk of missing gem, smaller than a grain of sand but a massive accident to the eyes of any jeweler. Shame! Shame on me, shame on the Arterius name, shame on my dog.
Ah well. To the lapidary artist with you, nasty little chipped diamond. We'll have you re-cut and without that damn flaw to mock me and tempt my graver a second. You'll be even better for it, I promise, your clarity and value improved. I'm just happy it was you that was injured and not my thumb again. You even glitter maliciously.
Yes, Scholar, I carry on conversations with my work. Don't make faces, I know for a fact many of you mutter into your books as you write. So there.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 19, 2018, 12:40 a.m.(8/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
[a poorly drawn picture of a robust looking pony munching on something in a bucket labeled 'Oats And Steel']
Do you think you'd be able to smelt what came out the other end?
...gods preserve me, what have I done...
Do you think you'd be able to smelt what came out the other end?
...gods preserve me, what have I done...
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 18, 2018, 6:03 p.m.(8/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I remember this one time we got drunk and she said 'Oats and steel' and we could not stop laughing for over an hour. I think I called you the 'iron pony' the next morning as I was hungover and you were not. OATS AND STEEL.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 18, 2018, 5:41 p.m.(8/16/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
The only thing I really miss about having my hair long was the beautiful things I could wear in it, and I think the moment I met Ida all those years ago, it was some incarnation of her hairpins of another. Nearly always. And so versatile. You can stab, maim, or throw them and see if they stick. I think once I used them to skewer chocolates in front of her and she was quite delighted. VERSATILE. Tell everyone. Buy from Ida Ferron.
I'm wondering now if she makes iron baby rattles.
I'm wondering now if she makes iron baby rattles.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 16, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(8/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Morrighan
You are always welcome here.
But I already have one fussy-pants-mothery-fluff here, I'm drawing the line at more than that. So sit and let me watch you drink whisky or something. We can share scones.
But I already have one fussy-pants-mothery-fluff here, I'm drawing the line at more than that. So sit and let me watch you drink whisky or something. We can share scones.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 16, 2018, 11:16 p.m.(8/13/1009 AR)
It's really not that big, why do I keep bumping into things? Hips too, it's like there's suddenly no balance. I had -grace-, gods dammit, where did it go?
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