Written By Eshra
Aug. 18, 2019, 4:34 a.m.(9/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arn
I wasn't going top write about Duke Arn. I had no intention on doing so. I still can see him, defiant, stubborn even as he died. He did not surrender and refused death without getting his way first.
He would not die until his foe was dead first.
No, I wasn't going to write. Then this evening I woke up to the stillness and the heat, as I have so many evenings since that battle. Most those nights I wake up, trembling from the dreams of that battle but not tonight. Tonight I woke and yes as I lay there staring up into the darkness of the room. I find that my thoughts again turn to the Duke but not to how he died. Instead about the day we met.
I had decided that I needed a patron and I had decided that it would be Arn. Others warned me. "Arn won't take you, he doesn't like Prodigals." "Arn will not take you, he won't like someone who isn't going to run themselves ragged to please him." I decided to ask for an audience anyway.
He ignored the request, I sent another... and another. Third one I got a reply and we met. I can't say it was a long meeting or the Duke was warm or welcoming. What I can say is he asked what I wanted to talk to him about. "I have decided you need to take me as a protege." He stared at me for a long moment then asked "Why?" I told him that even if he didn't like prodigals, he had them as his vassals and that if we were going to find our way. We would need his help. That my being better would be better for him.
They told me, Arn won't bend. he doesn't change his mind. But I found out something that day. Duke Arn respected a logical argument. Even if he didn't like it.
I did become his protege that day. It wasn't hearts and hugs. It was a hard snort, a vague command and an expectation to follow along as he turned to leave. But it was never a what I would call a waste of time. Did we ever become close. No. But never once did he not speak to me with respect. I was his protege, I was his Admiral.
And he was one of the best teachers I have ever known.
Rest well my Liege.
He would not die until his foe was dead first.
No, I wasn't going to write. Then this evening I woke up to the stillness and the heat, as I have so many evenings since that battle. Most those nights I wake up, trembling from the dreams of that battle but not tonight. Tonight I woke and yes as I lay there staring up into the darkness of the room. I find that my thoughts again turn to the Duke but not to how he died. Instead about the day we met.
I had decided that I needed a patron and I had decided that it would be Arn. Others warned me. "Arn won't take you, he doesn't like Prodigals." "Arn will not take you, he won't like someone who isn't going to run themselves ragged to please him." I decided to ask for an audience anyway.
He ignored the request, I sent another... and another. Third one I got a reply and we met. I can't say it was a long meeting or the Duke was warm or welcoming. What I can say is he asked what I wanted to talk to him about. "I have decided you need to take me as a protege." He stared at me for a long moment then asked "Why?" I told him that even if he didn't like prodigals, he had them as his vassals and that if we were going to find our way. We would need his help. That my being better would be better for him.
They told me, Arn won't bend. he doesn't change his mind. But I found out something that day. Duke Arn respected a logical argument. Even if he didn't like it.
I did become his protege that day. It wasn't hearts and hugs. It was a hard snort, a vague command and an expectation to follow along as he turned to leave. But it was never a what I would call a waste of time. Did we ever become close. No. But never once did he not speak to me with respect. I was his protege, I was his Admiral.
And he was one of the best teachers I have ever known.
Rest well my Liege.
Written By Shard
Aug. 18, 2019, 2:41 a.m.(9/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
I'm going to have to agree with Valdemar. The one person I've hated more than anyone else, at any point in my life, I started hating before I understood what that word even meant. The day he dies will be a very, very good day.
Written By Reese
Aug. 17, 2019, 10:39 p.m.(9/3/1011 AR)
I was very honored that Lady Delia and Mistress Ronja came as my guests to the Grayson dinners. Lou (not calling her a princess as is her wish) continues have such a warming spirit of adventure. It is very inspiring to hear her speak.
Reese
Reese
Written By Valencia
Aug. 17, 2019, 10:24 p.m.(9/3/1011 AR)
It can be so easy to hate when we are hurt and in pain.
Even easier to lash out at others to cause harm and distress.
I have noticed that some find succor and even pleasure in causing pain to others. Some with delight and joyful disdain, others unintentionally. Perhaps acting more out of instinct or blinded by emotions that they might in less heated or less volatile times might
But it never really helps in the end, does it?
Those hungry ghosts of pain, fear and anger are always needing more to stay at bay. And so, some find themselves seeking to cause more and more harm in an effort to ease their own awful feelings.
Perhaps they are blind to the hurts they case. Perhaps they have become slaves to the feeling of power that comes with such things. Perhaps they are trapped and have no way to escape. Perhaps they do not care. Who is to say?
It pains me to see someone come to this fate, though perhaps not as much as it pains me to see the harm that is caused to others because of it.
~~~<~<@
Even easier to lash out at others to cause harm and distress.
I have noticed that some find succor and even pleasure in causing pain to others. Some with delight and joyful disdain, others unintentionally. Perhaps acting more out of instinct or blinded by emotions that they might in less heated or less volatile times might
But it never really helps in the end, does it?
Those hungry ghosts of pain, fear and anger are always needing more to stay at bay. And so, some find themselves seeking to cause more and more harm in an effort to ease their own awful feelings.
Perhaps they are blind to the hurts they case. Perhaps they have become slaves to the feeling of power that comes with such things. Perhaps they are trapped and have no way to escape. Perhaps they do not care. Who is to say?
It pains me to see someone come to this fate, though perhaps not as much as it pains me to see the harm that is caused to others because of it.
~~~<~<@
Written By Lysander
Aug. 17, 2019, 10:17 p.m.(9/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Quenia
I can only hope to see that your event brings out all the best artists. The value of beauty is immeasurable.
Written By Artur
Aug. 17, 2019, 10:09 p.m.(9/3/1011 AR)
I was looking at some of the journals earlier - and saw one stating a lady's intent to marry. The artwork was interesting, but I found it an admirable entry. It's brave to put yourself out there like that. I wish her luck. But it made me pause and chuckle as I thought of my own situation. As it stands, my only reasons to marry would be to better Redrain somehow. A landed lady that could not find a husband otherwise, or really needs Redrain's help. Or just something we can't do without.
No, Gwenna, you getting a unicorn is not something we can do without.
But I know that mother is always going to be curious about me on that front. For now, Gwenna's married, and I'm waiting for her to give me some nieces and nephews to happily spoil. So, get on that, sis.
(Mother sends her love.)
No, Gwenna, you getting a unicorn is not something we can do without.
But I know that mother is always going to be curious about me on that front. For now, Gwenna's married, and I'm waiting for her to give me some nieces and nephews to happily spoil. So, get on that, sis.
(Mother sends her love.)
Written By Artur
Aug. 17, 2019, 9:46 p.m.(9/3/1011 AR)
On Crows.
Caw cries the crow.
'Shut up' I mutter low.
The crow calls again.
I feel my blood boiling then.
The crow is joined by another.
Over my face I attempt to use my pillow to smother.
Another caw another cry.
And I could not sleep so I sigh.
Caw cries the crow.
'Shut up' I mutter low.
The crow calls again.
I feel my blood boiling then.
The crow is joined by another.
Over my face I attempt to use my pillow to smother.
Another caw another cry.
And I could not sleep so I sigh.
Written By Valdemar
Aug. 17, 2019, 8:11 p.m.(9/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
I would have to disagree, based on my own experiences. There is at least one person still alive out there that I hate with every fiber of my being. And I never loved that person before, not even for a second. The best I could ever say about them was that I was indifferent, and that indifference did not last long.
Written By Cambria
Aug. 17, 2019, 4:25 p.m.(9/2/1011 AR)
We should all be willing to know ourselves, and therefore learn that virtue and vice within us are frequently commingled.
Written By Cambria
Aug. 17, 2019, 3:58 p.m.(9/2/1011 AR)
Bravery does not by itself make an act better, because bravery in pursuit of an evil end is not a virtue but a multiplier of vice.
Written By Monique
Aug. 17, 2019, 2:06 p.m.(9/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
Truly, a Patron without peer. He spoils me. But he also acts as a moral lodestone, naturally drawing me down paths that I might not have otherwise chosen.
Written By Monique
Aug. 17, 2019, 2:03 p.m.(9/2/1011 AR)
Tomorrow is the last day for entries into the Gilded Page's Literary Competition! Which means the next day I have the honor of releasing the entries for reading and voting. My excitement knows no bounds! I've had small bookcases made at Highway Robbery to house the sets for purchase and of course, for those who wish to read the entries and vote but cannot afford a set of their own, there will be a special bookcase in the front room of the Page containing copies for reading and returning.
Written By Cambria
Aug. 17, 2019, 12:49 p.m.(9/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Vanora
Maybe it is by virtue of being Lycene, or even an adherent of the 13th, but I do not think you can truly hate someone without having loved them first.
Written By Athaur
Aug. 17, 2019, 9:34 a.m.(9/2/1011 AR)
I can not speak for all Prodigals, nor can I speak for all Shav'avrani. I do feel kinship with them all, since I too am a Prodigal and have lived my life as a Shav'avrani. But what I can do is speak for my people, as the Count of Riva and the Chief of the Rivenshari.
We are neither better nor worse then any other member of The Compact. To say otherwise is deeply insulting. We are our own people with our faults and strengths just as any of you. But deep down we are just people. We have our own culture and families that spread as far back as we can remember. Our own history. We have done great things and we have done terrible things.
We seek just one thing, to be treated as equals.
Yes, we have our differences that may be unsettling. That some may point to as our unwillingness to 'assimilate to the Compact and it's ways. I would argue that each House has it's own traditions and practices that make them unique. Just because ours are not what you are used too does not mean that we are not dedicated to you, Our new friends and allies.
And we are dedicated. We have made this commitment to the Compact. We have embraced you and strive to help. We have worked, celebrated, and even died for you.
Embrace us as we have embraced you
We are neither better nor worse then any other member of The Compact. To say otherwise is deeply insulting. We are our own people with our faults and strengths just as any of you. But deep down we are just people. We have our own culture and families that spread as far back as we can remember. Our own history. We have done great things and we have done terrible things.
We seek just one thing, to be treated as equals.
Yes, we have our differences that may be unsettling. That some may point to as our unwillingness to 'assimilate to the Compact and it's ways. I would argue that each House has it's own traditions and practices that make them unique. Just because ours are not what you are used too does not mean that we are not dedicated to you, Our new friends and allies.
And we are dedicated. We have made this commitment to the Compact. We have embraced you and strive to help. We have worked, celebrated, and even died for you.
Embrace us as we have embraced you
Written By Raimon
Aug. 17, 2019, 8:43 a.m.(9/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Vega
My wife is a blessing
Written By Dante
Aug. 17, 2019, 6:50 a.m.(9/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Maja
From the joy you found in my name, Darling Starling, it is clear that I must bow to your will and that of Princess Saoirse. Dante Fidante I shall ever be.
I believe I feel a poem coming on!
I believe I feel a poem coming on!
Written By Arcadia
Aug. 17, 2019, 6:15 a.m.(9/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabella
Princess Sabella and Prince Niklas are now easily my favorite Graysons.
Both have sent me food. Platters of cheese and cake. While my companions of the morning did not appreciate my ability to snack on cheese, cake and the anchovies I was already snacking on, I do thank the couple for the kindness and generosit.The food was delicious.
Both have sent me food. Platters of cheese and cake. While my companions of the morning did not appreciate my ability to snack on cheese, cake and the anchovies I was already snacking on, I do thank the couple for the kindness and generosit.The food was delicious.
Written By Svoli
Aug. 17, 2019, 4:44 a.m.(9/1/1011 AR)
**a poorly drawn picture of a horse in profile acts as something of a header**
I don't keep journals generally. It seems impossible to imagine anyone wrapping their mind around the way mine works, or thinking I am particularly insightful. But as these things count as something of a public record, so I will say, I am looking to marry out into another house, so if you're looking for that sort of thing, let me know.
svoli
I don't keep journals generally. It seems impossible to imagine anyone wrapping their mind around the way mine works, or thinking I am particularly insightful. But as these things count as something of a public record, so I will say, I am looking to marry out into another house, so if you're looking for that sort of thing, let me know.
svoli
Written By Svoli
Aug. 17, 2019, 4:44 a.m.(9/1/1011 AR)
**a poorly drawn picture of a horse in profile acts as something of a header**
I don't keep journals generally. It seems impossible to imagine anyone wrapping their mind around the way mine works, or thinking I am particularly insightful. But as these things count as something of a public record, so I will say, I am looking to marry out into another house, so if you're looking for that sort of thing, let me know.
svoli
I don't keep journals generally. It seems impossible to imagine anyone wrapping their mind around the way mine works, or thinking I am particularly insightful. But as these things count as something of a public record, so I will say, I am looking to marry out into another house, so if you're looking for that sort of thing, let me know.
svoli
Written By Vanora
Aug. 17, 2019, 2:30 a.m.(9/1/1011 AR)
Whoever does not observe as I do, how love and hate...much like wrath and tenderness...or despair and hope...live on two sides of a thin coin...
Well I cannot call them wrong, they have experienced things I have not, they know the world differently.
Yet I'd be hard pressed to see anything else, by this point.
Well I cannot call them wrong, they have experienced things I have not, they know the world differently.
Yet I'd be hard pressed to see anything else, by this point.
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