Written By Rysen
April 6, 2020, 11:29 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Meanwhile the High Inquisitor, Prince Alistair has assigned me an apprentice confessor named Leonce. He is fresh from Sanctum and eager to prove his skills to the Inquisition. Given my current assignment, I half suspect Prince Alistair doesn't much like the young man.
Written By Sunaia
April 6, 2020, 10:50 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tibault
Always, Count Tibault was there to welcome me. Of course he would, so loyal to the Ashfords have the Laveers been.
I cannot remember a single time I visited when he was not the most gracious of hosts, even when I'd slip away without saying goodbye, leaving nothing but a note to say which direction I was heading. He'd always welcome me back with a meal and the warmth of his smiles, which I think I took for granted. I'm sure, now, that I did - as I took for granted so many things, so many relationships, in my youth.
On the heels of connecting, at last, with some of the Wyrmguards here in Arx and in remembering the family I've lost, it's Tibault, again - now in Arx - who is a calm, familiar beacon to me.
I look forward to talking with him, spending time with him again - this time, for longer than a few days in passing.
Written By Sydney
April 6, 2020, 9:01 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
I suppose it's better not to feel useful for a few days than to feel utterly useless, which is a decidedly different matter.
Gods, though, the rust.
Written By Donella
April 6, 2020, 7:10 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
I have never been a woman that likes to share my opinions or my thoughts. I suppose it is why I do not write as much as I should upon the pages of the white journals. Who would care to the ramblings of one such as myself?
I find myself thinking of the people of the Northlands. In winter, I find myself doing this more often than not. They never cease to amaze me. They are everything that the lands hold. They are steadfast, they love deeply, they are fierce, they are protective, and yet they do this all with a mark of playfulness. It is like the winter, they are misunderstood to those that do not embrace them, but there is a needed harsh beauty to them.
TO THE LAST
Written By Monique
April 6, 2020, 6:48 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Etienne
Written By Ida
April 6, 2020, 6:45 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Riagnon
I have written about struggling more often than not when crafting weapons over the last few months, though some good advice, as well as inspiring tales as the basis for pieces, I don't feel quite so lost in the forge.
Written By Corrigan
April 6, 2020, 6:01 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Written By Esera
April 6, 2020, 5:18 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
The death of my mother, my coronation. The Nox'Alfar. The Teind. Excommunication. All the things that the world remembers, that history remembers. But I am finding other memories, too.
Sitting beside Edain, beneath the boughs of a weeping willow. Resting my head upon his shoulder. Smiling.
Dancing with Hadrian, at the edge of the reflecting pool, at the edge of a knife.
Fighting with my sister, Isolde. You would not believe the fights we'd have! You would not believe the /love/ we had.
Talen, and Eleyna . . . my father . . . my mother, with the spiders in her eyes. So many, many memories.
I am rediscovering the shape of who I am. I am rekindling my light.
Written By Saoirse
April 6, 2020, 3:25 p.m.(1/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
Written By Olivando
April 6, 2020, 11:50 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Written By Wren
April 6, 2020, 11:03 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
This pretty brooch I won at auction shall be one of those pieces I treasure, keep close. I am proud of what was accomplished with ironwool, that I could lend any aid to such a worthy dream. It shall serve as a reminder of this and my desires. And one day, I shall pass it down to another dreamer in hopes that they too can realize everything they desire in life. For what are we without dreams?
Written By Tanith
April 6, 2020, 10:51 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
What -have- I done.
Written By Tanith
April 6, 2020, 10:42 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
down your shirt, I fret,
so you walked me home.
We were tired from talking,
the streets, and the stalking,
so you walked me home.
It was too long to be up,
the mess, all those cups!
still, you walked me home.
Our hands fit just so,
the ice wind their foe,
Kept warm,
while you took us home.
Written By Gianna
April 6, 2020, 10:35 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Talia
I have a particular relationship with clothing and fashion. When I was a child, I had nothing but castoffs and stolen items. I very purposefully had nothing anyone would want, because then I had nothing for them to take away. I dreamed of cloth that wasn't scratchy, of shirts and leggings without holes. Of sturdy shoes that didn't leak. I barely dared to dream about silk.
When I came to Arx, the first considerable bit of silver I came into was spent on a silk dress, slippers, and a bit of garnet jewelry to fit in places other than the Lowers. That's a story I've told many a time, and that clothing was a stepping stone toward the success I enjoy today. I gave up that dress for what I consider to be a good cause, but every other dress I've had made is tucked away in my suite at the College. I even wear them multiple times, to the horror of some. The jewelry, too, from the simple pieces I could afford when I was starting out to the epiphanite and dragonweep I have today. I can't throw them out. I still wear them. While I own a considerable amount of luxurious brocade, I also keep more common staples in my wardrobe. Items most commoners could afford, perhaps with a bit of saving, and I wear them proudly, because it shows that such expense isn't required to be fashionable, to be striking.
But that dress... that dress makes me not care if people can afford what I wear or not. I just want it. It is of such dizzying expense. Perhaps I could just try it on one day...?
Written By Strozza
April 6, 2020, 10:34 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Slow gathering of their surrounding, eyes golden and ashen,
Wonder at their grace, and sometime lack there of, descending from a rafter,
Two new, tied together, one older and one faster
In many ways likened to another pair they mimic in their fashion.
Both strong with their bond to mistress and master,
Expressed in uneven measure of sweetness and dispassion.
Written By Strozza
April 6, 2020, 10:19 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
Wend coils through the hearts distant and tightly held.
Watchful eye that keeps close the voice.
Seek us out the disparate that under single name we meld.
Coils like lines of rope, twisted braid to give poise.
Many heads and body single.
Through careful wisdom do we immingle.
Written By Catalana
April 6, 2020, 4:56 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
After tasting it, I wonder how many competed, but they were darling heart cookies and the children are excited to begin their baking adventures with daddy.
Clearly I have the most wonderful husband around.
Written By Sunaia
April 6, 2020, 4:44 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
And I love you, miss you fiercely. You'd hardly recognize me, though, I think - even aside from having grown.
I took to reading through some of your journals, which I haven't done before. I don't know why; I just haven't. No, that's entirely untrue: I know exactly why. I wasn't ready, didn't want to read about you as if I couldn't talk to you. But you don't talk back from that huge statue, even when I talk to you. (You don't talk back from the small one I keep in my pocket, either; though that would be quite a trick, wouldn't it?)
Aislin's gone. I'll read her journals next; maybe I can figure out how it is she always managed to befriend everyone she'd meet.
And I'm told I'm like Avary, repeatedly. Mainly by the Godsworn, but they'd know her best. I'm not sure how to take it, though, all things considered.
I'm learning a lot about myself, about others. Learning I can't do everything I might want to do. And I'm not entirely sure if I'm alone or if I'm not, though it matters less, now that I've found the Wyrmguards. I hope it matters less, anyway.
I'm managing, though, to accept that you're gone. There are those responsible for that, in a way, since I've been forced to realize a lot of truths.
Truths, Killian, are all I want anymore: The truth of you; the truth of me; the truths of Addison and Avary and Aislin. And others. And, truthfully, I'd rather be like you. I'd rather be a heroine. I'd rather be someone to admire.
I'm working towards it. But there are so many times when I regret our years apart and I just miss you.
Written By Cambria
April 6, 2020, 1:32 a.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
Written By Sunaia
April 6, 2020, 12:46 a.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
The priest is a master, truly. Jayus must be proud, extremely proud.
And I have found reason to be happy again.
I simply love it and it will never leave my side.
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