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Written By Jules

Feb. 14, 2020, 8:12 p.m.(10.12972056878307/8.264351851851853/1012.7608100473985 AR)

If I could marry anyone in all the compact, I wonder whom I should pick. Given my limited value, I wonder what my options are?

Written By Teagan

Feb. 14, 2020, 3:55 p.m.(10.116961805555556/7.549861111111111/1012.7597468171297 AR)

The project is complete. The Direhorns of Cloudspine are ready. It has been deemed, by those who know these things best -- my cousin Estelle and Duchess Fianna -- that they will never serve as mounts, but they will be a staunch ally in battle... at least to those that can manage them.

Written By Rosalind

Feb. 14, 2020, 12:33 p.m.(10.10695849867725/6.989675925925926/1012.7589132082231 AR)

It's getting cooler outside! I'm so EXCITED!

Written By Porter

Feb. 14, 2020, 8:25 a.m.(10.094678406084656/6.301990740740741/1012.7578898671737 AR)

Relationship Note on Tescelina

My gods, woman. That was one of the greatest performances I've ever witnessed. In my entire life. I look forward to another outing with yourself and Dame Bree.

Written By Porter

Feb. 14, 2020, 8:24 a.m.(10.094584986772487/6.296759259259259/1012.757882082231 AR)

Relationship Note on Bree

It's always great to meet someone who can laugh big, knock back an entire tankard of ale and wear possibly one of the greatest hats in the entire Compact.

Written By Colette

Feb. 14, 2020, 4:51 a.m.(10.084028604497355/5.705601851851852/1012.7570023837081 AR)

Why is summer always ending so quickly?

Written By Mabelle

Feb. 14, 2020, 2:18 a.m.(10.076460813492064/5.281805555555556/1012.7563717344576 AR)

I ordered milk today. In a bar. I think it is time to visit Lenosia again.

In my defense though, those cookies were terribly dense!

Written By Strozza

Feb. 14, 2020, 12:19 a.m.(10.070531167328042/4.949745370370371/1012.7558775972774 AR)

It's good to be free, and know others that can understand the meaning of such freedom. Bonded, yet unfettered.

And I had intended to make the next thirty days dedication to foul moods.

Written By Tanith

Feb. 14, 2020, 12:06 a.m.(10.06989666005291/4.914212962962964/1012.755824721671 AR)

Twenty seven bottles of beer on the wall, twenty seven bottles of beer.
Took one down, passed it around? Now there's ...


...shit, where was I?

Written By Athaur

Feb. 14, 2020, 12:02 a.m.(10.069706101190476/4.9035416666666665/1012.7558088417659 AR)

Relationship Note on Sebastian

So. I see that we shall once again face each other in noble conflict. I have prepared myself for whatever havoc you intend to unleash.

You will not be so successful this time.

Written By Torian

Feb. 13, 2020, 11:28 p.m.(10.068038607804233/4.810162037037037/1012.7556698839837 AR)

Relationship Note on Mayir

Mayir, you'll get the better of me next time round I'm sure.

Truth be told, to you or any who take the time to read these journals amongst all others now or in years to come, both our families are engaged in the business of shipping and moving goods about and that business has been kind to both.

So in honesty what does a merchant family do with three ships? We carry food and other goods to those that need them, and in time if Magnata and Gild be kind, we may acquire more ships or we may not.

We can only hope that history will show the rising tides lifts all our boats, and that the common folk of the lowers can enjoy success together.

Written By Esme

Feb. 13, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(10.06198330026455/4.471064814814815/1012.755165275022 AR)

Love is freedom. It does not oppress with chains. It does not hold envy. It does not wish tears and pain. It is the freedom of all of that. It allows people to come and go as they would choose to do. Some people we love for a moment and others for a lifetime. We offer only restrictions that are gone into without blinders.

I have felt the joy of first blooms of love.
I have felt the betrayal of lies in love's name.
I have felt the burden of loss when the love was no longer there.

But I have always been grateful for the love. It does not matter if it was the love of family, of friend, or of lover. Just the love. It is not that you set it free, it is that you are free within it. Love is not a game of conquering. It is not a game at all. Love is lightness in the darkness around us. It is also work. It is also understanding. So love the people around you and be grateful for those that love you.

Written By Esme

Feb. 13, 2020, 9:26 p.m.(10.061982473544974/4.471018518518519/1012.7551652061287 AR)

Love is freedom. It does not oppress with chains. It does not hold envy. It does not wish tears and pain. It is the freedom of all of that. It allows people to come and go as they would choose to do. Some people we love for a moment and others for a lifetime. We offer only restrictions that are gone into without blinders.

I have felt the joy of first blooms of love.
I have felt the betrayal of lies in love's name.
I have felt the burden of loss when the love was no longer there.

But I have always been grateful for the love. It does not matter if it was the love of family, of friend, or of lover. Just the love. It is not that you set it free, it is that you are free within it. Love is not a game of conquering. It is not a game at all. Love is lightness in the darkness around us. It is also work. It is also understanding. So love the people around you and be grateful for those that love you.

Written By Tanith

Feb. 13, 2020, 3:05 p.m.(10.04305472883598/3.4110648148148144/1012.7535878940697 AR)

Today is the day that even -gossip- seems to burn.

Written By Aureth

Feb. 13, 2020, 2:24 p.m.(10.041055307539683/3.2990972222222226/1012.7534212756283 AR)

Relationship Note on Tomwell

Thoughts on the nature of an ending . . .

In ways, this isn't one. It may be a long journey, it may be one that you don't return from in this life, but whether it is or isn't, what you are to me isn't gone, and the lessons we learned together with whole hearts will be with us always. We sacrificed together, and that is the kind of thing that doesn't go away.

In other ways, it is: an ending, and a new beginning, with all the bitterness and sweetness that might contain in either concept. Love isn't selfish. It doesn't hoard to itself what is, what was, what could be. It permits us to grow. I know that whatever this is, you chose it, and that means that I can open my arms, and my heart, and let it happen with the force of benediction. It doesn't mean that I won't miss you, your warmth, or your humor, or the fathomless depths of compassion in your eyes.

But it's a gift to give on, not to hoard. Bless you on your road, my dearest boy, my sweet friend, and may whatever aerie you reach fill you with wonder in your new beginning.

Written By Mayir

Feb. 13, 2020, 2:15 p.m.(10.040593998015874/3.2732638888888888/1012.753382833168 AR)

Relationship Note on Torian

Well done.

Tip of the hat to you.

Written By Strozza

Feb. 13, 2020, 1:23 p.m.(10.037999751984128/3.1279861111111114/1012.7531666459987 AR)

Carrying away a singer who has carried me away. Who is the champion?

Written By Strozza

Feb. 13, 2020, 1:21 p.m.(10.037931547619047/3.1241666666666665/1012.7531609623015 AR)

Relationship Note on Arcadia

Pettiness does not suit you

Written By Lucita

Feb. 13, 2020, 12:50 p.m.(10.03639384920635/3.0380555555555553/1012.7530328207672 AR)

Ohhh! I won a shucking oyster contest while on a lovely cruise hosted by Princess Alarissa. What a pleasant surprise! I didn't even nick my fingers, which was also a big surprise. Good luck must have been on my side. I'll have to remember to thank my survival teachers and cook for showing me the way to do that though hope if ever caught in a situation where they are not readily available in market, someone else will fetch them for me to shuck.

Written By Monique

Feb. 13, 2020, 12:31 p.m.(10.03541583994709/2.9832870370370372/1012.7529513199956 AR)

The preparation for the second annual Tournament of Thorns is well underway and, so far, going smoothly. My gratitude to the Twilight Court for once again providing the fitting (and contentious) grand prize of a boon or possible folly. The pre-games start soon and I look forward to seeing how many thorns are won from the Committee challenges, and too, who can outstare the formidable Archlector Brigida to win the prize cane for the pre-games! Wherever Jo is, I know she's shaking her head on the outside and smiling on the inside.

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