Written By Juniper
Jan. 6, 2019, 6:17 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
To have come from nothing to become a woman bestowed a title by a foreign power is not a leap I thought to ever take. To climb in the Compact, yes, and to grow within Whisper House... I want that and I mean to do it. But I hadn't thought to be acknowledged by peoples outside of the Compact first, and every time I think of it, I glow a little.
Juniper Whisper, Most Kind, Peacemaker.
I like it almost as much as I like being the First Among Plant Named Whispers. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
(This entry is ended with a tiny sketch of a little blossoming plant with glossy leaves and a smiley face drawn upon one of its flowers)
Juniper Whisper, Most Kind, Peacemaker.
I like it almost as much as I like being the First Among Plant Named Whispers. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
(This entry is ended with a tiny sketch of a little blossoming plant with glossy leaves and a smiley face drawn upon one of its flowers)
Written By Alrec
Jan. 6, 2019, 5:29 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Tris
Like I haven't tried! No, I won't risk an execution for a dri-
Written By Reigna
Jan. 6, 2019, 5:10 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Draven
The story I am about to commit to my journal is an unfortunate one indeed, and though I feel the need to formalize it in the written word, there is no small amount of regret that things have come to pass in the manner in which they have.
Some time ago, a young man, an alchemist of skill reached out to me to join the Physicians guild. As I am wont to do, I welcomed him in, assured him that there were classes and mentors aplenty that would be willing to work with him to increase his knowledge and skills, and outlined the general pathways for advancement. I am told that I spoke about a stipend, and in truth, that is something that does often come up. I do not precisely recall this part of the conversation, but it is standard, and thus possible.
Now, this young man is of a singular personality. And there is nothing wrong with youth and enthusiasm. They do, however, have their time and place. And being a healer is more than just knowing what plant or method does what. It is also about being able to read a patient, being capable of adapting your tone and manners and behavior to what is appropriate in that moment. Being endlessly cheerful can actually put some people ill at ease. When someone is scared, they might not want someone grinning at them as if it were the best day ever. I repeatedly, repeatedly, tried to convey this concept, both to Apothecary Bruvir, and his wife when I was confronted by their accusations that I was refusing to teach him, that I was negligent and malicious in doing so because I did not like him. I was also told that I had neglected to add him to the payroll of the organization, and that for six long months he had worked without pay. That he was owed his payment and that, again, I was being spiteful in not doing so. I expressed confusion as to why no one had said anything to me for six long months, there was no answer other than that I owed restitution. After some back and forth I did supply the funds for the missing time. This money was returned to me by Lord Arik Halfshav, a person I have deep respect for.
I had another encounter with Apothecary Draven within the Saving Grace hospital wherein he was overtly disrespectful to a Master Physician present. I took exception to this and told him I do not find overt acts of disrespect among colleagues and in front of patients. At which time he turned his disrespect towards me. Telling me I was a poor guildmaster, that I neglect to look into the root of issues, that I am disrespectful towards him and all commoners, that I am a liar and a cheater and, peculiarly, that I have ugly feet.
Admittedly it was that last part that had me in tears later. I admit they are a bit red and swollen and likely only to be moreso as my pregnancy continues to advance.
Still, I made the decision then and there to remove him from the roster of the Physicians Guild and unless he is in need of medical care, he is banned from both the Saving Grace and the Commons Clinic.
It pains me to do this. I dislike the idea of cutting ties, but when one proves unwilling to consider anything but their own perspective, when they cannot show respect for their colleagues, then I cannot trust them.
Some time ago, a young man, an alchemist of skill reached out to me to join the Physicians guild. As I am wont to do, I welcomed him in, assured him that there were classes and mentors aplenty that would be willing to work with him to increase his knowledge and skills, and outlined the general pathways for advancement. I am told that I spoke about a stipend, and in truth, that is something that does often come up. I do not precisely recall this part of the conversation, but it is standard, and thus possible.
Now, this young man is of a singular personality. And there is nothing wrong with youth and enthusiasm. They do, however, have their time and place. And being a healer is more than just knowing what plant or method does what. It is also about being able to read a patient, being capable of adapting your tone and manners and behavior to what is appropriate in that moment. Being endlessly cheerful can actually put some people ill at ease. When someone is scared, they might not want someone grinning at them as if it were the best day ever. I repeatedly, repeatedly, tried to convey this concept, both to Apothecary Bruvir, and his wife when I was confronted by their accusations that I was refusing to teach him, that I was negligent and malicious in doing so because I did not like him. I was also told that I had neglected to add him to the payroll of the organization, and that for six long months he had worked without pay. That he was owed his payment and that, again, I was being spiteful in not doing so. I expressed confusion as to why no one had said anything to me for six long months, there was no answer other than that I owed restitution. After some back and forth I did supply the funds for the missing time. This money was returned to me by Lord Arik Halfshav, a person I have deep respect for.
I had another encounter with Apothecary Draven within the Saving Grace hospital wherein he was overtly disrespectful to a Master Physician present. I took exception to this and told him I do not find overt acts of disrespect among colleagues and in front of patients. At which time he turned his disrespect towards me. Telling me I was a poor guildmaster, that I neglect to look into the root of issues, that I am disrespectful towards him and all commoners, that I am a liar and a cheater and, peculiarly, that I have ugly feet.
Admittedly it was that last part that had me in tears later. I admit they are a bit red and swollen and likely only to be moreso as my pregnancy continues to advance.
Still, I made the decision then and there to remove him from the roster of the Physicians Guild and unless he is in need of medical care, he is banned from both the Saving Grace and the Commons Clinic.
It pains me to do this. I dislike the idea of cutting ties, but when one proves unwilling to consider anything but their own perspective, when they cannot show respect for their colleagues, then I cannot trust them.
Written By Violet
Jan. 6, 2019, 4:54 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
I’ve been busy of late. There is much happening in the world at large. And that seems to be focused in on Arx at the moment. Foreign lands who we barely hear whispers from in trade now seem to imply we are weak. Or need protection in some way.
As I write this I hold and nurse my daughter. I am and Thorley are the ones supposed to protect her, guide her, love her in the world. I think on what I don’t know of these forgeign people, what I do, and am left deeply troubled. There is too much we don’t know, too many warnings of caution, for me to feel anything but trepidation. I wonder at the life and world Sorcha will be raised in. Hopefully these ambassadors will see our strength and realize we are our own protectors. I for one have no interest in becoming part of any other place.
As I write this I hold and nurse my daughter. I am and Thorley are the ones supposed to protect her, guide her, love her in the world. I think on what I don’t know of these forgeign people, what I do, and am left deeply troubled. There is too much we don’t know, too many warnings of caution, for me to feel anything but trepidation. I wonder at the life and world Sorcha will be raised in. Hopefully these ambassadors will see our strength and realize we are our own protectors. I for one have no interest in becoming part of any other place.
Written By Rinel
Jan. 6, 2019, 4:44 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
I trust none of these newcome ambassadors, but those from Eurus I trust least of all. I pray familiarity has not bred a lack of caution among Arvani. The false faith of the east is close enough to ours to easily sow the seeds of heresy and doubt.
Written By Reigna
Jan. 6, 2019, 4:38 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
A caring and thoughtful young Lord I had the pleasure of meeting in trying and difficult circumstances. His care for his kin was obvious and his support in an unfortunate matter was most appreciated. As to headbutting, well. That particular maneuver is most certainly not a fantastic one to practice often. The brain is delicate in its hard shell that is our skull, and smashing it against said shell is a recipe for lots of bruising. When we bruise the brain is overwhelmed by blood and it pushes the phlegmatic humor down from its balanced locations of the brain and lungs to just residing in the lungs. With the sanguine dominant, it effects the balance, eyesight and sometimes causes heaviness of breathing. Sometimes, if the injury is severe enough, one of the eyes will show signs of this change in pressure, with one of the pupils expanding to extraordinary size and no long being sensitive to changes in light. When this happens, the blood in the skull has grown so dominant, that a hole must be drilled into the skull to release the blood there.
Thankfully Lady Miranda's eyes while having difficulty focusing, were not so impaired as to require that treatment. Sleep will be the best remedy, as well as willow bark tea for the headaches, and the occasional foot plant to remind her body that the room is not spinning.
Thankfully Lady Miranda's eyes while having difficulty focusing, were not so impaired as to require that treatment. Sleep will be the best remedy, as well as willow bark tea for the headaches, and the occasional foot plant to remind her body that the room is not spinning.
Written By Octavia
Jan. 6, 2019, 4:12 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Zoey
I love having you in the family, I just wish your chambers were farther from mine.
That boy did not inherit his father's stoic nature.
That boy did not inherit his father's stoic nature.
Written By Octavia
Jan. 6, 2019, 4:08 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
This is the yearly reminder I seem to end up putting out to consult an attorney when preparing a will, especially for wealthy commoners. Litigation over wills is by far the most angry, most nitpicky, least fun topic that ever comes up in front of the courts. It's also one of the lowest priority topics on the docket, second only to small claims. Don't make your loved ones fight for months over what you leave behind. Contact an attorney, or petition the court to recommend one to you.
Noble wills tend to be less contested, but it's still wise to consult an attorney to ensure that your property is distributed the way you intend upon your death.
Noble wills tend to be less contested, but it's still wise to consult an attorney to ensure that your property is distributed the way you intend upon your death.
Written By Octavia
Jan. 6, 2019, 3:53 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
The morning after that Philosopher's Libation drink is making me seriously reconsider if it might have been better simply to inflict my singing on others. The average Boroughs squabbles over trivial property matters are far less tolerable with a pounding headache.
Written By Kedehern
Jan. 6, 2019, 3:02 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
The Artshall Fete is coming soon, and it occurs to me I don't have anything to wear. Well. This will be... Interesting.
Written By Lumen
Jan. 6, 2019, 2:33 p.m.(4/23/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Samantha
Shared with somebody dear, even the least controversial of victories warms my heart. May the fondness that my cousin and I share for one another - and the familial stubbornness on which I could not be possibly made to comment - pour itself into what comes of this endeavor.
Written By Carmen
Jan. 6, 2019, 11:55 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Is there a scale of bad? In the big picture, is acid snow worse or better than huge, angry-looking ships and emissaries? Potato soup monsters are sounding pretty good right about now. That's how awful things are.
Written By Carmen
Jan. 6, 2019, 11:23 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
My patron is back in Arx. That's great. Exactly zero surprising, unusual, or flat-out uncanny things happened to/around/at me while she was gone. The quiet was making me jumpy.
Written By Tessa
Jan. 6, 2019, 10:36 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
To my adoring fans,
I apologize it's been so long since I updated you on the many interesting things going on in my life. I fear it has simply been far too chaotic these last months. I have fought and saved unicorns, I have gone on adventures, I have learned things, I have lost things, I have been cursed, I have found a way to something I dearly wished and then felt it slip through my grasp, I have stumbled accidentally into success.
I have had joy, and I have suffered. I have learned that one must, to succeed, fail. I have learned that one must, to grow, ache. I have learned that what is boring once may become a familiar comfort later.
Life is strange. And beautiful that way.
Splendiferously,
Lady Tessa Moore
I apologize it's been so long since I updated you on the many interesting things going on in my life. I fear it has simply been far too chaotic these last months. I have fought and saved unicorns, I have gone on adventures, I have learned things, I have lost things, I have been cursed, I have found a way to something I dearly wished and then felt it slip through my grasp, I have stumbled accidentally into success.
I have had joy, and I have suffered. I have learned that one must, to succeed, fail. I have learned that one must, to grow, ache. I have learned that what is boring once may become a familiar comfort later.
Life is strange. And beautiful that way.
Splendiferously,
Lady Tessa Moore
Written By Tris
Jan. 6, 2019, 10:04 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Alrec
Go with a gift, you gauche fuck.
Written By Evangelina
Jan. 6, 2019, 9:31 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Daniella
Not only did Princess Daniella Velenosa agree to model my jewelry, she also offered me the opportunity to create pieces for an upcoming project she's working on, so not only am I incredibly happy she's willing to model for me, I'm terribly nervous about this project! I intend to do my very best work, as it's not every day you get to be part of something big and important and I don't want to let her down.
Written By Evangelina
Jan. 6, 2019, 9:28 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
Princess Berenice is so charming that even if she wasn't impossibly beautiful, she'd be impossibly beautiful, if that makes sense? Anyway, she agreed to model for me and I'm ecstatic about it, you know your dreams are taking off when the most famous model in the Lyceum agrees to support your efforts.
Written By Evangelina
Jan. 6, 2019, 9:24 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
Princess Jaenelle Velenosa is the very first princess to ever model jewelry of mine in Arx and I'm just so happy I can't think straight so this won't even be a very good entry but I wanted to commemorate this moment in case I ever do reach my dream of being famous and sought-after as a Purveyor of Pretty things.
Written By Raymesin
Jan. 6, 2019, 6:24 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Harlequin Raymesin.
Gutter-born bastard, lowest of the low, scum of the Compact - and now a Harlequin of the Queen of Endings.
I'd felt the call for a while, but it's true thanks I owe to Mae Culler, who took the time to sit with me and talk it all over.
Gutter-born bastard, lowest of the low, scum of the Compact - and now a Harlequin of the Queen of Endings.
I'd felt the call for a while, but it's true thanks I owe to Mae Culler, who took the time to sit with me and talk it all over.
Written By Domonico
Jan. 6, 2019, 6:14 a.m.(4/22/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Lady Reigna's work and aid in helping with the injured Lady Miranda will not be forgotten.
Perhaps I may need to refrain from delivering headbutts when sparring with my cousin in the future to avoid a repeat of this.
I'm sure Lady Reigna will agree.
Perhaps I may need to refrain from delivering headbutts when sparring with my cousin in the future to avoid a repeat of this.
I'm sure Lady Reigna will agree.
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