Written By Valenzo
Dec. 21, 2018, 9:59 a.m.(3/18/1010 AR)
The Terrapin hates the snow, she always complains under the load, but...least it's not giving us those funny rashes anymore, I suppose!
Written By Armani
Dec. 21, 2018, 9:29 a.m.(3/18/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Domonico
That is why I, Armani Gilden am the high admiral of the Gilden navy and will remain so long as we have a single plank that can remain afloat!
Written By Gaston
Dec. 21, 2018, 8:45 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
Let it never be said that the Gods lack a taste for some properly dramatic moments.
The songs were beautiful, as always...I don't fully remember if this is so, the last week has been a bit of a sleepless blur, but I think I actually refused myself a good cry for the whole week until that somber reprise of Copper's song.
A shame, that. Tears have their place as a healing salve.
I let the stars carry me after to where I needed to be, and to my great fortune tears were not the only one I was given that night.
Let's all remember what we sang together.
Written By Lisebet
Dec. 21, 2018, 8:43 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
But far more poignant.
The rain has now stopped, and the sky was absolutely breathtaking. It feels as though the sadness has eased its grip a little, though it is still there.
I went to Ashford House, walked back with Lady Olivia after the event. And then spent some time there, visiting. We sat out and watched the sky, so glad to see it after all that has happened.
Written By Calaudrin
Dec. 21, 2018, 8:02 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
And other reasons too, yes. I'm glad it stopped raining when it did. It made me feel hopeful, grateful. Maybe a little less scared.
Written By Helena
Dec. 21, 2018, 2:15 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
People speak of hope. This is wise. I hear. I listen. I still feel broken. My tears spring back each time I push them away. If I don't smile today or tomorrow or the next day, please be patient with me. Share your faith with me and the others who hurt. Share your hope. Share your love.
I'm listening.
I hear you.
Maybe if there are enough words of hope and faith, at least one heart will mend.
It doesn't have to be mine.
Written By Scipio
Dec. 21, 2018, 12:44 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
But then I thought -- should I vote for those commonly known people? They already have a voice by the fact that they are well known, that people know who they are, and listen to them, and this council, at its core, should be about giving voice to people who aren't really so well known.
So I might've blind-voted a handful of people. I hope you'll represent us all well.
And if not, well, there's always next term.
Written By Sparte
Dec. 21, 2018, 12:39 a.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
I feel at times as though I am walking blind, as if my feet are expected to know a path I have never seen. I have tried to find help, but it is my path alone. That used to trouble me. I move forward.
Now and then, I fall.
I know there are rules. I try to understand them. I thought that which broke the rules might be rejected in some way, might no longer have a place. When I learned of the betrayal and the terrible damage it wrought, I thought the sorrow it left behind was something awful.
I learned as I often learn, through speaking my mistake. As the condemnation of my folly struck, I recognized the truth of it in the falling rain so full of sorrow and purity. I felt the shame of speaking my ignorance and the humility of needing to be shown what it was.
Another failure. I get up. As I rise, I look to those that have gotten further along theirs path than I have mine. I see power. Influence. Flaws. They are every bit as human as I am, yet the distance seems so great. I struggle to understand.
I turn to the choices I have made. The path I chose to walk. I give myself excuses. Perhaps it is because I am still young. Perhaps it is because my path is not the same as theirs. Perhaps they had help. Perhaps I am so lost I have gone to a path that brings only hardship.
The thoughts of why wash over me, and I realize I had fallen again. I get up, and this time I look at the sky above. I recognize that the why does not matter. The rain has since stopped, the stars are beautiful now. They've always been beautiful, but now they seem different. I am reminded of the stars when I made my oath. There was a shooting star that night, and there was a shooting star tonight as well.
I feel the hope in my heart, and I resume my path. It no longer feels as alone.
Written By Harper
Dec. 20, 2018, 11:21 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
Written By Ysbail
Dec. 20, 2018, 11:12 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
And yet - I find hope in Silver's song. Magic returned to the world once more.
And yet things stir that should not have stirred.
Written By Victus
Dec. 20, 2018, 11:06 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
Written By Kedehern
Dec. 20, 2018, 10:28 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 20, 2018, 9:52 p.m.(3/17/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Evaristo
No.
Have the merchants stopped giving you a hard time yet? I heard last fortnight you had troubles. I suspect it was some kind of hazing prank.
Written By Draven
Dec. 20, 2018, 7:31 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Written By Jeffeth
Dec. 20, 2018, 2:02 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
It's overwhelming. But there are small moments of solace even in the darkest of hours.
My eyes now see what was not seen before. There is a joy and a warmth to having my eyes open, even if I see what before I only knew of as a concept. To see it like a fog over the streets. It's heartbreaking. But there's also the points of light.
Shining beacons of light. Here and there. While we may be surrounded, we still have hope walking among us even in the most unexpected places.
I understand this journal is cryptic and won't be easy to understand. If you want to learn more you can reach out to me, I am more than willing to answer any questions you may have.
Written By Evaristo
Dec. 20, 2018, 1:21 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Ships are beautiful, you know.
Don't tell me you're pregnant again.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 20, 2018, 1:03 p.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Written By Roxana
Dec. 20, 2018, 10:22 a.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Written By Vanora
Dec. 20, 2018, 9:41 a.m.(3/16/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Lianne
Congratulations Lianne. May the Gods smile upon your union. May it bring you and your husband both great joy.
Written By Lisebet
Dec. 20, 2018, 8:41 a.m.(3/15/1010 AR)
This is but a taste of what she maybe felt over the years. Mourning. Prayer. Action.
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