Written By Delilah
Oct. 5, 2018, 2 p.m.(9/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Gianna
You enchant and tempt us with that resplendent confection of a building. The performance season lies ahead. Do tell us that you intend to keep the winter evenings redolent with beautiful song and performances?
I am utterly and thoroughly delighted by the reception the Bard's College had. Such work went into producing something sublime. A well deserved outcome!
I am utterly and thoroughly delighted by the reception the Bard's College had. Such work went into producing something sublime. A well deserved outcome!
Written By Delilah
Oct. 5, 2018, 1:30 p.m.(9/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
I don't think he needs much encouragement. Only an audience.
And I'm fine with being that.
And I'm fine with being that.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 5, 2018, 9:22 a.m.(9/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Jophiel
It's always a good start to the morning when, without any kind of prompting at all, someone tells you the exact thing you have been mulling over for days. Not the worst kind of thoughts, either, or something terribly apparent, such as "You really should be wearing a cloak, it's raining outside."
I nearly had to pinch myself.
What an unexpected and welcome turn of events!
I nearly had to pinch myself.
What an unexpected and welcome turn of events!
Written By Delilah
Oct. 5, 2018, 9:20 a.m.(9/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
Pants are thoroughly overrated.
We have witnessed the king be a marvel in a gown. You never know, it might start a trend! Perhaps your brother has already begun.
We have witnessed the king be a marvel in a gown. You never know, it might start a trend! Perhaps your brother has already begun.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 3, 2018, 7:34 a.m.(9/17/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Luca
None Greater seems to be begging for the ocean to prove the ship otherwise. Call me overly creative, but that feels like a nautical tragedy in the making.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 2, 2018, 2:14 p.m.(9/16/1009 AR)
I cannot wait for the autumn to progress over Arx. Who doesn't appreciate the scent of woodsmoke on the air and the sharp blade of crispness that edges every beautiful day? Sunshine lancing through the dappled raiment of the trees, their canopies making one last gaudy showing from all nature's finest shades: rubies and garnets thrown over a cloak of gold or coat of bronze, adornments of precious copper and strings of topaz, citrine, and carnelian brought out for a final hurrah before the city surrenders fully to the climes of winter.
The very air sings with the promise of change, and the currents shift around us in the most subtle fashion. More babes born in these weeks, and everywhere I see people making their preparations for the coming months. Stock laid in, grand plans drawn up, even loads of firewood conveyed through the streets to the great manors and small flats down every street. The Gilded Page has become more a sanctuary than ever, at least after partaking of tea, mulled cider, and the odd coffee in one of the fine establishments. Here are the rhythms of our hours to come, awash in good conversation and the crackling logs in a hearth, leaving rooms illuminated in the shades of antique gold.
And yet to reach that, we have to cross a great river. For all those who put aside the harvest and ready themselves with silk and paints, others polish their armour and sharpen their blades. They check their tack, their ropes, their other plans built not on a survey of the larder but a map of the landscape or the tides, considering what the horizon holds. They are brave, who ready themselves. I cannot help but feel indolent and languid beside that, charmed too much by half for the stirrings of a fleeting beauty.
The very air sings with the promise of change, and the currents shift around us in the most subtle fashion. More babes born in these weeks, and everywhere I see people making their preparations for the coming months. Stock laid in, grand plans drawn up, even loads of firewood conveyed through the streets to the great manors and small flats down every street. The Gilded Page has become more a sanctuary than ever, at least after partaking of tea, mulled cider, and the odd coffee in one of the fine establishments. Here are the rhythms of our hours to come, awash in good conversation and the crackling logs in a hearth, leaving rooms illuminated in the shades of antique gold.
And yet to reach that, we have to cross a great river. For all those who put aside the harvest and ready themselves with silk and paints, others polish their armour and sharpen their blades. They check their tack, their ropes, their other plans built not on a survey of the larder but a map of the landscape or the tides, considering what the horizon holds. They are brave, who ready themselves. I cannot help but feel indolent and languid beside that, charmed too much by half for the stirrings of a fleeting beauty.
Written By Delilah
Oct. 1, 2018, 9:36 p.m.(9/14/1009 AR)
In the untimely event of my death, know it was a lie.
Then go find Dame Felicia to drink with you.
Then go find Dame Felicia to drink with you.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 30, 2018, 1:28 p.m.(9/12/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
Congratulations. We have much work to do.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 29, 2018, 7:21 p.m.(9/10/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
I can't wait to see what becomes of your duel with Marquis Rymarr.
I shall be the one bringing macaroons and some of that wine Marquessa Quenia keeps teasing us with.
I shall be the one bringing macaroons and some of that wine Marquessa Quenia keeps teasing us with.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 29, 2018, 7:19 p.m.(9/10/1009 AR)
::MERAKI::
Every fair word its beauty bestows
My heart's secrets sworn under the rose,
May your lips ignite our souls
Drunk on the truths the evening star knows.
Every fair word its beauty bestows
My heart's secrets sworn under the rose,
May your lips ignite our souls
Drunk on the truths the evening star knows.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 26, 2018, 7:49 a.m.(9/3/1009 AR)
A week flew past without my knowing.
Time runs too quick and flows like a glacial tongue.
More work to be done, and still no time to do it.
Time runs too quick and flows like a glacial tongue.
More work to be done, and still no time to do it.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 23, 2018, 8:49 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
So what you suggest, then, is bring someone else's writings to be assessed by him? I will keep that in mind when someone is foolish enough not to lock their drawers.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 23, 2018, 7:25 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
Who knew the king was such an outstanding master of poetry? He offered excellent recommendations on rhyme scheme and rhyme patterns.
Not to me, naturally. No one reads my poetry for I write none.
Not to me, naturally. No one reads my poetry for I write none.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 23, 2018, 3:32 p.m.(8/26/1009 AR)
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 21, 2018, 11:52 a.m.(8/22/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
Mercier wines fill my wine cabinet, and our cellar. Should we anticipate another delivery?
Harvest season is but a few weeks away, and I can't wait for the early harvest. You know we need to get these to market more... By bestowing them as gifts on our kin and our friends.
A /plot/, sister fairest. Where is Evonleigh? This is her talent.
Harvest season is but a few weeks away, and I can't wait for the early harvest. You know we need to get these to market more... By bestowing them as gifts on our kin and our friends.
A /plot/, sister fairest. Where is Evonleigh? This is her talent.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 21, 2018, 11:04 a.m.(8/22/1009 AR)
Last night I dreamt.
Now I cannot cease writing to capture the fleeting dash of inspiration. Ink sweeps and curls in waves beneath my pen.
Or it's this gorgeous bottle of Laurent mead that had something to do with it. If I ever earn enough money, I will invest in my own sliver of a meadery.
Now I cannot cease writing to capture the fleeting dash of inspiration. Ink sweeps and curls in waves beneath my pen.
Or it's this gorgeous bottle of Laurent mead that had something to do with it. If I ever earn enough money, I will invest in my own sliver of a meadery.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 19, 2018, 3:02 p.m.(8/18/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Quenia
Trouble.
Barring that, trick riding on a horse.
Barring that, trick riding on a horse.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 18, 2018, 12:50 a.m.(8/15/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Sina
I treasure your ability to discern the heart of a matter and discuss it in salient, practical terms with an air of such easy poetry.
Tonight I rest with my thoughts crystallizing, possessed of a clarity denied to them before. For that, I owe you my thanks.
Tonight I rest with my thoughts crystallizing, possessed of a clarity denied to them before. For that, I owe you my thanks.
Written By Delilah
Sept. 14, 2018, 1:48 p.m.(8/8/1009 AR)
I am blessed with the worst siblings in the world.
They give me lovely little gifts that I do not deserve. And they commiserate with me to overturn the gentle composure of our cousin, like good scheming sisters should.
Next thing I know, one of them is going to give me a great, lovely bookshelf to encourage never getting any work done. I'm going to need to knock down a wall and take over my erstwhile other cousin's room as part of my own. I've run out of space.
And I still need my starry mural. O for a painter...
They give me lovely little gifts that I do not deserve. And they commiserate with me to overturn the gentle composure of our cousin, like good scheming sisters should.
Next thing I know, one of them is going to give me a great, lovely bookshelf to encourage never getting any work done. I'm going to need to knock down a wall and take over my erstwhile other cousin's room as part of my own. I've run out of space.
And I still need my starry mural. O for a painter...
Written By Delilah
Sept. 11, 2018, 5:06 p.m.(7/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Calista
The greatest deed is usually the unsung work performed by another, who expects no credit for their efforts. They act because it is right... Or fun, I suppose.
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