Written By Patrizio
July 18, 2021, 12:57 p.m.(11/11/1015 AR)
Last night's gala at the Golden Hart - to raise funds in support of those harmed in the recent war against the Skal'daja - surpassed my loftiest expectations. Not only was I made to live up to the initial match I had offered for donations, but even once I'd raised it, it was again exceeded. My bank account is far lighter, but for a magnificent cause. I am sincerely indebted to all those who contributed, be it through the raffle or by direct donation, who stood up to be counted amongst those who honour those who gave so much that our Compact would endure.
I would be equally remiss if I missed saying that the gala would not have been such a success without my co-conspirators - Princess Cerys of Velenosa, the mistress of the Raffle, and Princess Valencia of Velenosa, whose organization of the fete at the Golden Hart itself was the stuff of legends.
May the gods smile upon our combined efforts.
Written By Medeia
July 18, 2021, 11:39 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
Oh, sure. There are exceptions. Someone could argue endlessly that I am wrong. I know a few ways in which I am wrong already. But those arguments can only happen with survivors.
Written By Ida
July 18, 2021, 11:21 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
Written By Sedna
July 18, 2021, 10:30 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
Written By Cufre
July 18, 2021, 10:13 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
Written By Cristoph
July 18, 2021, 10:02 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
There is respite out there, and more, I think. If we're willing to keep looking for it. I am.
Written By Amari
July 18, 2021, 9:50 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
Where's this generation's Archscholar Py or Scholar Tomlin? Gods bless them both. I wish we had a scholar their equal now.
Written By Evaristo
July 18, 2021, 7:39 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
Written By Mabelle
July 18, 2021, 6:21 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
Scanning the rooms outside the mansion, I came upon some tools of those who served the family, including the rooms that belonged to the family seamstress. There were weird metals there measuring body sizes. I might have tried one on. I might have gotten stuck in it on the ride home.
That's what I get for traveling in a wagon. Too much space. Traveling stuck in a metal contraption for several hours was not very enjoyable. Next time you see ancient tools of seamstresses, do not try it on! Still, I managed not to break it and deliver it to where the museum items are kept.
Written By Cesare
July 18, 2021, 2:51 a.m.(11/10/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Savio
Written By Cirroch
July 17, 2021, 10:30 p.m.(11/9/1015 AR)
Conversations of what might bite the wearer and seeing friends again made the whole gala more than worth it. I do hope that they were able to reach their goals.
Written By Mia
July 17, 2021, 5:27 p.m.(11/9/1015 AR)
While it's true that these all denote the change of dates of a calendar, I've come to believe that the real mark of passed time is that one frozen moment where you look back at something that you used to do, or say, or -- most importantly -- believe and laugh at yourself. Then comes the inevitable realization that if this is some axiom of life, one day some time in the future, provided you live long enough, you'll be laughing again at who you are right now.
How jolly Lagoma must be. Sooner or later, she makes fools of us all.
Written By Cesare
July 17, 2021, 5:13 p.m.(11/9/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Viviana
Written By Savio
July 17, 2021, 3:57 p.m.(11/9/1015 AR)
But all the paths are closed to me; there is no way through this
I know that you'll be angry and I don't know what to say
No one ever jumps if they can find another way.
Written By Sydney
July 17, 2021, 2:30 p.m.(11/9/1015 AR)
Your duties have taken you to places I can't visit, but I often wonder after your wellbeing. I imagine this would elicit a simpering gaze in my direction, but that you might privately be pleased.
There is much and more left to do, and I hope to see even a fraction of it on this turn of the wheel, which I shall always treat as my last - for who indeed could replace Sydney Waterfall, even if they held glimpses and fragments of who she was in the turn prior?
Written By Viviana
July 17, 2021, 10:11 a.m.(11/8/1015 AR)
Afterward, I met my eyes in the mirror across my quarters.
Written By Zakhar
July 17, 2021, 9:07 a.m.(11/8/1015 AR)
Though Gurte made a good stew. And, I suppressed myself. They were left A...live.
Written By Gloriel
July 16, 2021, 10:37 p.m.(11/7/1015 AR)
Thought there was that comment about Whitepeak.
Written By Cesare
July 16, 2021, 10:02 p.m.(11/7/1015 AR)
I cherished those moments in which you thought yourself unobserved; I didn’t want you to know I’d woken too. I wanted to watch the stretch-and-clutch of your ribs and know you were thinking of the day ahead. Maybe of then night before. Not some errant, unnecessary touch of guilt for having pulled me back from the mists of dreaming. When I let my eyes slip, looking at you from between my lashes yielded another picture, like a painting smudged by a careless hand. Just light and shadow, dappled together, always shifting. Isn’t that what we all are?
Some people would think it foolish, to find something so profound in such a simple act. But not you. I know you’d understand: This is what beauty is. These are the pieces of life that are worth gripping tighter than the rest, clasping closest. When we talk about hope, this is what we often forget.
I’m sorry this doesn’t rhyme. Maybe it’s not really a poem at all. But it’s for you.
Written By Giada
July 16, 2021, 6:36 a.m.(11/6/1015 AR)
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