Written By Shae
Sept. 7, 2018, 1:36 a.m.(7/19/1009 AR)
Vinegar.
Handy stuff.
Handy stuff.
Written By Shae
Sept. 7, 2018, 1:34 a.m.(7/19/1009 AR)
There are so many of these. Who reads all of them? Just pick the ones you like and let the others gather dust. These entries we pen aren't truly meant to be read. The times I do are few and far between, limited to personal interest. No one can possible -want- to read every entry as it's currently written, can they? Doesn't that interfere with sleeping/eating/breathing/cleaning/living/whelping/playing?
Written By Shae
Sept. 7, 2018, 1:27 a.m.(7/19/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
Check for protruding nipples and lightly rub her belly. If it feels like she might have little beans in there, it's likely.
Written By Shae
Sept. 1, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(7/3/1009 AR)
Never did I think a vision could be made reality. My cousin Amari astounds me, she has shown me true Art today, the kind that makes you smile, laugh, and feel mildly uncomfortable. I may never look at bedding the same way again.
Written By Shae
Aug. 26, 2018, 8:59 p.m.(6/20/1009 AR)
.... 'FUN GUY'. And 'grows on you'!
I get it now. Yes, it's quite funny.
I get it now. Yes, it's quite funny.
Written By Shae
Aug. 25, 2018, 12:22 a.m.(6/16/1009 AR)
Who needs sleep?
I do. It comes not often enough for me, not without help.
It's no secret I'm different than what I was Before. I sometimes think the sleep just makes it worse, though I recognize myself in the irritability. The dogs, though, they know, they are sensitive to such things, as are horses and other creatures we depend on for protection and travel. When I am rattled and tired, they become affectionate, these silly pups. They lean into me, lick and sniff and cuddle. But they do not obey, either, when I am like this. It is frustrating.
But. I have kin and friends who help. Calm my mind with careful words and timid motions, like I am no longer the kennelmaster but a creature of a kennel. In that it works I do not mind.
I am off to try my bed again. Maybe it will be merciful.
I do. It comes not often enough for me, not without help.
It's no secret I'm different than what I was Before. I sometimes think the sleep just makes it worse, though I recognize myself in the irritability. The dogs, though, they know, they are sensitive to such things, as are horses and other creatures we depend on for protection and travel. When I am rattled and tired, they become affectionate, these silly pups. They lean into me, lick and sniff and cuddle. But they do not obey, either, when I am like this. It is frustrating.
But. I have kin and friends who help. Calm my mind with careful words and timid motions, like I am no longer the kennelmaster but a creature of a kennel. In that it works I do not mind.
I am off to try my bed again. Maybe it will be merciful.
Written By Shae
July 29, 2018, 4:43 p.m.(4/15/1009 AR)
Second archery contest since returning to the city. Did better than last time, I think.
Mother and Norwood are to be married soon. There are plans underway and I worry I am a nuisance more than a help. I have no idea what to wear to it. I have to fight the urge to hug Norwood every time I see him. He was always a part of the family, but now it's different. Now I feel more protective of him and Mother, because I know Mother loves him so. It's odd. More feelings to untangle and examine.
Mother and Norwood are to be married soon. There are plans underway and I worry I am a nuisance more than a help. I have no idea what to wear to it. I have to fight the urge to hug Norwood every time I see him. He was always a part of the family, but now it's different. Now I feel more protective of him and Mother, because I know Mother loves him so. It's odd. More feelings to untangle and examine.
Written By Shae
July 25, 2018, 11:11 p.m.(4/7/1009 AR)
If there is anyone that deserves to be loved, it is my mother. To receive her love? A gift beyond words. It warms me that the Sword of Artshall has been found worthy by her (I knew he would be).
I look forward to calling him 'Papa Norwood'. It might even make him twitch.
I look forward to calling him 'Papa Norwood'. It might even make him twitch.
Written By Shae
July 17, 2018, 4:53 p.m.(3/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Derovai
Foolsbane is toxic bile. It makes your eyes cross whether you want them to or not, and the subsequent misbehavior of your body can all be blamed on what that shite does to it. Your toes curl, your hair straightens, one eye -has- to squint while the other bulges out obscenely, just to swallow it down.
I had three shots of the awfulness and didn't throw up once. The look of respect from this man didn't dull the agony of my insides then, or later, or the next morning, but I do have the admiration of at least three large Northern men.
Everyone should try it at least once. Unless you're with child, and then save it for after the baby is born. I'd hate to think what it would do to a growing bairn. Probably come out with a full set of teeth and an ingrained resentment towards its mother.
I had three shots of the awfulness and didn't throw up once. The look of respect from this man didn't dull the agony of my insides then, or later, or the next morning, but I do have the admiration of at least three large Northern men.
Everyone should try it at least once. Unless you're with child, and then save it for after the baby is born. I'd hate to think what it would do to a growing bairn. Probably come out with a full set of teeth and an ingrained resentment towards its mother.
Written By Shae
July 17, 2018, 12:16 a.m.(3/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Norwood
I had no idea you lactated honey. This is quite the gift.
Written By Shae
July 15, 2018, 11:35 p.m.(3/13/1009 AR)
I'll have you know, I have it on good authority that the winner of the Beards Competition ... was -ME-.
Yes, scholar. I am quite drunk.
Yes, scholar. I am quite drunk.
Written By Shae
July 15, 2018, 11:08 p.m.(3/13/1009 AR)
Here is to a year of strange new experiences. For example, this is the first time I've both worn a beard and been drunk at the same time.
I blame Geralt. He offended my honor. Or. Something. I can't remember.
I blame Geralt. He offended my honor. Or. Something. I can't remember.
Written By Shae
July 15, 2018, 11:06 p.m.(3/13/1009 AR)
To the kind noblewoman that let me shear her pet sheep:
The beard I made from the wool was a great hit. Your frequent use of sandalwood lent a lovely smell to me that was enjoyed by my competitors. I owe you more than I can possibly repay.
The beard I made from the wool was a great hit. Your frequent use of sandalwood lent a lovely smell to me that was enjoyed by my competitors. I owe you more than I can possibly repay.
Written By Shae
July 8, 2018, 12:02 a.m.(2/25/1009 AR)
Attended an archery contest today. Sir Calaudrin Estardes won, but we all represented ourselves very well. Sir Calaudrin is exceptionally talented. I think I may pursue him for lessons in the future.
Written By Shae
July 2, 2018, 3:09 p.m.(2/14/1009 AR)
I heard a saying today:
"The hotter the brewing, the sweeter the ale."
I understand that it's a metaphor about love. It means that the more people go through together, the stronger the connection is, the connection in this case being 'love'.
But the question I have isn't about the meaning, but about the literal phrasing. To put it to the brewers that read the Whites:
Is this true? Does a hotter brewing making for a sweeter ale? Does it change the flavor profile at all if the temperature is different? Is this why ales purported to be brewed in the warmer months are plied with berries and fruits to enhance the sweetness? How does it work?
So far, I've had no definite answers. I'm still waiting.
"The hotter the brewing, the sweeter the ale."
I understand that it's a metaphor about love. It means that the more people go through together, the stronger the connection is, the connection in this case being 'love'.
But the question I have isn't about the meaning, but about the literal phrasing. To put it to the brewers that read the Whites:
Is this true? Does a hotter brewing making for a sweeter ale? Does it change the flavor profile at all if the temperature is different? Is this why ales purported to be brewed in the warmer months are plied with berries and fruits to enhance the sweetness? How does it work?
So far, I've had no definite answers. I'm still waiting.
Written By Shae
June 30, 2018, 1:31 a.m.(2/9/1009 AR)
The world shifts, as the seasons do, but it's deeper. Is there change on the wind? A scent of something new on the air? Will the prey become the hunter and the predator beg for mercy?
Written By Shae
June 29, 2018, 3:02 p.m.(2/8/1009 AR)
Gardener Dave! No!
Written By Shae
June 18, 2018, 2:58 a.m.(1/13/1009 AR)
I'm curious about Aleksei Morgan's penance. Does this mean as he is supplicant at the mercy of the Gods, pious in his penance, will he have to relieve himself as he kneels? Be made to soil himself?
Why do you look at me that way, Scholar? I can't be curious about these things?
It will be cold too. He might freeze in place if he's made to be outside. Perhaps padding his clothing with dry moss? After the first day, which his fasting, it'll be easier if-
Why do you look at me that way, Scholar? I can't be curious about these things?
It will be cold too. He might freeze in place if he's made to be outside. Perhaps padding his clothing with dry moss? After the first day, which his fasting, it'll be easier if-
Written By Shae
June 10, 2018, 8:50 p.m.(12/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
Let it lick your face.
Put it on the floor.
Try to hide from it.
Watch it scamper looking for you.
Or:
Find a clean old rag and put a good knot in it, or tie a bone in that knot. Let the puppy tug on one end, you tug on the other gently.
The purpose of the gift: to make you smile.
If it doesn't make you smile, you're using it wrong. Or maybe you're a cat person. No judgement.
Put it on the floor.
Try to hide from it.
Watch it scamper looking for you.
Or:
Find a clean old rag and put a good knot in it, or tie a bone in that knot. Let the puppy tug on one end, you tug on the other gently.
The purpose of the gift: to make you smile.
If it doesn't make you smile, you're using it wrong. Or maybe you're a cat person. No judgement.
Written By Shae
June 10, 2018, 8:25 p.m.(12/18/1008 AR)
What's this about my mother not being a spinster? I may need to break into her room again. When it's empty.
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