Written By Alarissa
Sept. 24, 2018, 9:07 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
The furniture has started coming in for the shackles renovation and I am very pleased. The seasilk bolsters that have been woven with idyllic views of the isles. Of course, in keeping with the rest of the furniture in the suites, we have have them covered in Cardian leather. The guards are watching close in case some misbegotten soul might think to make off with victus' footstool. They look very nice though. So very nice. Earthy and in keeping with the desire to have a sense of the isles in the back of the soon to be great room, and then the more oceanic, watery toward the window.
Oh the window. It should be done soon, much like the atrium. A bank of them instead, so that we may see the harbor below and the bay beyond. I have Brother Driskell to thank for this suggestions on such. But for now I work with Mistress Adora to see them made. Tufted loveliness. It will take a few more weeks to make the side tables and the last arm chair. Perhaps a card table. Of a certainty a liquor cabinet or something.
It helps me to focus and keep my mind off how miserable this time around I am. This child is already set to be a beast, I am sure.
And almost all of the fruit basket that Prince Edain sent is gone. Though some choice bits were tossed at Victus. He knows what he did.
Oh the window. It should be done soon, much like the atrium. A bank of them instead, so that we may see the harbor below and the bay beyond. I have Brother Driskell to thank for this suggestions on such. But for now I work with Mistress Adora to see them made. Tufted loveliness. It will take a few more weeks to make the side tables and the last arm chair. Perhaps a card table. Of a certainty a liquor cabinet or something.
It helps me to focus and keep my mind off how miserable this time around I am. This child is already set to be a beast, I am sure.
And almost all of the fruit basket that Prince Edain sent is gone. Though some choice bits were tossed at Victus. He knows what he did.
Written By Kenna
Sept. 24, 2018, 9:05 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Fine, I'll say the obvious if no one else will.
Magpie Grayhope's journals have been super fishy lately.
So very very fishy.
Magpie Grayhope's journals have been super fishy lately.
So very very fishy.
Written By Joscelin
Sept. 24, 2018, 8:53 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I think if I give birth in my shop before the altar of my crafts, I'd be quite blessed and quite annoyed, equally.
Written By Reigna
Sept. 24, 2018, 8:16 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I think you are quite right. I can speak of it now, for it is no longer a memory that brings me any sort of discomfort, but when I gave birth to Aeryn, well. He was an extremely large baby, and while I am taller than most women, well. It was a very difficult birth and had Mother Mercy Sophie not been on hand I might have had a much more difficult time. Kael was beside himself. But within a few days it had faded to a nebulous unpleasantness with the sweetest of rewards. I was carrying Talis within six months of Aeryn's birth. I thought after Talis I would give myself a break of several years, but already I see myself staring at babies and getting that flutter of memory. In time only the good memories remain, and I think we can thank our survival as a race to that peculiar selective memory that mother's have.
Written By Sunaia
Sept. 24, 2018, 6:56 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
I've a birthday approaching and thought to celebrate with a ride, a few hours stolen for myself with an old friend. East has been restless since the joust. I thought maybe it had reminded him what it was to be a young horse again or he was sulking because we placed next to last or grumpy with me that so much of my time is spent training now instead of wandering. Wishful thinking.
I found him ailing in the stables this morning with the grooms clustered around discussing what was to be done. There's precious little to remedy old age and a life spent on hard trails. He'll go soon, I think.
He's a good horse and has been my constant companion since I set out from Ashford with stars in my eyes all those years ago. Before that, I learned to ride on his back and he always looked out for me, to make sure I didn't break my fool neck. After, he kept me alive and carried me out of more trouble than I can recount with the ink I have on hand.
He's a good horse. I'm glad we had that last joust and he heard crowds cheering for him. He deserves the applause.
I found him ailing in the stables this morning with the grooms clustered around discussing what was to be done. There's precious little to remedy old age and a life spent on hard trails. He'll go soon, I think.
He's a good horse and has been my constant companion since I set out from Ashford with stars in my eyes all those years ago. Before that, I learned to ride on his back and he always looked out for me, to make sure I didn't break my fool neck. After, he kept me alive and carried me out of more trouble than I can recount with the ink I have on hand.
He's a good horse. I'm glad we had that last joust and he heard crowds cheering for him. He deserves the applause.
Written By Ida
Sept. 24, 2018, 5:16 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
The first one is always the hardest. The pregnancy, the raising, it's all so new and so many times there isn't really one perfectly /right/ way to do it. There is the wonder and joy for each new thing too, though. That flutter in the stomach, the kicks, the coos, and first laugh. I don't remember the pain, to be honest, and almost swear the body or mind has some trick to make us forget so we all won't stop with one. I am, of course, no physician. By my third? I was in the forge when my water broke and I think that's why my youngest and only daughter Caerwyn is the talent that she is. Not that my sons are not, but she was almost literally born into it. Ha!
Written By Reigna
Sept. 24, 2018, 5:10 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Dearest Guildmaster Joscelin, I think it is important to state that I never, ever, consider it an imposition to answer any and all questions from a first-time mother. Pregnancy is a frankly, terrifying thing. There are all sorts of new and unusual pains, discomforts and symptoms that make one feel utterly out of control of their body. There are a few perks, thicker, more lustrous hair, a certain glow and sense of wonder at the fact that we are carrying a separate life within our own bodies. But mostly it can be an exercise in trying how to will time into moving faster until you can just get the child out. I will happily be with you every step of the way, should you desire it. Send me all your questions. Knowing what is happening to you can do wonders, having someone to complain or gush to, who has been through it before also helps.
Written By Ida
Sept. 24, 2018, 4:36 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
I can hardly take credit for a design you so perfectly described, it was like having it right before me as a guide to create them! I could not have managed that swirl without your assistance and I must say, they are one of the more detailed pieces I've ever attempted. I truly could not be happier that you love them! You always have incredible design ideas that both challenge and inspire me. For that, I am quite grateful.
Written By Sina
Sept. 24, 2018, 4:19 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Sometimes we must weigh what is most important in our lives, and consider what we can handle. The life of a Scholar is by no means an easy one, and it is quite a dedication of one's time and resources. It is understandable that you must cull the responsibilities to lighten your workload. Given all that you have on your plate, while we are sorry to see that you have set aside your Scholar's pendant for now, please know that you are always welcome back as a Scholar at any time, Marquessa. We will always have a place for you. We will always be here for you, and we will always seek your wisdom in kind. We thank you for your service to Vellichor, and hope that you will find your way back into our ranks one day.
Written By Harlex
Sept. 24, 2018, 3:52 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
No.
But for some reason I didn't get to my coffee this morning.
It puts a man in a state of disquieted reflection.
But for some reason I didn't get to my coffee this morning.
It puts a man in a state of disquieted reflection.
Written By Berenice
Sept. 24, 2018, 3:42 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlex
This was because people were being cheerful in the Whites, wasn't it?
Written By Khanne
Sept. 24, 2018, 3:17 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
Have I raved about the wolves you made for me yet? I should have, if I didn't... If I did, well, they are worth double praises. Triple even. I love them so incredibly much! Thank you for taking my vision of something and making it into wearable, and dangerous, art!
Written By Harlex
Sept. 24, 2018, 3:11 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
My stepfather, Arturus Valtyr, would have celebrated his 55th birthday today.
He worked as hard as any man out in that field. He prayed, he shucked, he toiled, he read books on the subject of agriculture, and consulted with shamans in secret--to proud of his Faith.
He did just about everything a person could do and still, the crops did not grow or when they did; the ear rot grew with them.
Till, finally, one day his heart gave out while we were in the tall stalks. His face got twisted and ugly and he fell on his back, curled like a dead bug. I watched him go, staring and thinking to myself; just die already, stubborn old man. Then he was gone.
He tried. He did his best. And that's all I can really say about him.
He worked as hard as any man out in that field. He prayed, he shucked, he toiled, he read books on the subject of agriculture, and consulted with shamans in secret--to proud of his Faith.
He did just about everything a person could do and still, the crops did not grow or when they did; the ear rot grew with them.
Till, finally, one day his heart gave out while we were in the tall stalks. His face got twisted and ugly and he fell on his back, curled like a dead bug. I watched him go, staring and thinking to myself; just die already, stubborn old man. Then he was gone.
He tried. He did his best. And that's all I can really say about him.
Written By Victus
Sept. 24, 2018, 2:55 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
Quit talking long and come bring that kid over sometime. We got new couches, these ones didn't involve squirrels.
Written By Thena
Sept. 24, 2018, 2:26 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
There are many paths to the gods.
Written By Aureth
Sept. 24, 2018, 2:23 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
I think that it takes self-awareness, maturity and dignity to look at one's schedule for the week and recognize when there are too many demands on one's time to do all that one has inveigled oneself into.
A discipleship is a true commitment to the Faith of the Pantheon. It requires a minimum of ten hours per week. You can absolutely worship, devotedly, pray, daily, contribute, as much as you can, without having those ten or more hours of your life to dedicate to the gods. And that is _okay_.
Know yourself. Know your limits. If you are called to serve, great! I'm glad to have you. If you want to serve but you just don't have the time right now, _that's also fine_. You can return to being a disciple when the other needs and responsibilities of your life permit.
Love the gods, embrace the Faith, serve your community, but also take care of yourself. Stressed, panicking, burned out disciples are of benefit to nobody, least of all the Faith.
A discipleship is a true commitment to the Faith of the Pantheon. It requires a minimum of ten hours per week. You can absolutely worship, devotedly, pray, daily, contribute, as much as you can, without having those ten or more hours of your life to dedicate to the gods. And that is _okay_.
Know yourself. Know your limits. If you are called to serve, great! I'm glad to have you. If you want to serve but you just don't have the time right now, _that's also fine_. You can return to being a disciple when the other needs and responsibilities of your life permit.
Love the gods, embrace the Faith, serve your community, but also take care of yourself. Stressed, panicking, burned out disciples are of benefit to nobody, least of all the Faith.
Written By Aureth
Sept. 24, 2018, 2:03 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Magpie
I think you've had a little too much fish with your breakfast.
Written By Magpie
Sept. 24, 2018, 1:58 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Are you having troubles? Are you in misery? Buy some fish to smoke!
Hahaha, I'm so hilarious.
Well, my kid thinks I am and that's all that matters. He's also very confused because I don't actually sell fish, but I think I should wait til he's a smidge older. It's so fun being a father. I don't know how people fuck it up so badly. Maybe because I picked my kid out instead of just seeing what Death throws at me? Must be. I'm sure Aureth will correct me on anything I'm wrong about Death's involvement in children people get.
Hahaha, I'm so hilarious.
Well, my kid thinks I am and that's all that matters. He's also very confused because I don't actually sell fish, but I think I should wait til he's a smidge older. It's so fun being a father. I don't know how people fuck it up so badly. Maybe because I picked my kid out instead of just seeing what Death throws at me? Must be. I'm sure Aureth will correct me on anything I'm wrong about Death's involvement in children people get.
Written By Reigna
Sept. 24, 2018, 1:51 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Identity is such a strange thing. What makes a person who they are? Is it titles and oaths and responsibilities? I often find there are these moments in which I suddenly find myself shaken to the core, unable to process anything because some fundamental truth that I held has been countered in a way I cannot explain away. When this happens to my image of myself it is especially troubling. For if you do not know yourself, how can you claim to know anything else?
I have been struggling. With Oakhaven's elevation to March status, our responsibilities have trebled. I am mother to three children under the age of four years, the eldest being just over three, the middle, two and the youngest almost one. I am the Guildmaster of the Physicians Guild, a thriving, hectic and beautiful collection of the most selfless people I know. To have the drive to heal others is one of the most painful and exhausting callings there is. We deal in the pain of others daily, we toil to bring life into this world, preserve it, cure it and ease it back into Death's dominion when it is time.
What I can no longer claim to be, is a Scholar. It is... I do not have the words. There is a sense of failure, a tinge of guilt that somehow I should have found the reserves of energy, of time to commit to this, my first calling. I love knowledge. I love sharing it. I love seeing that look in someone's eyes when something they thought was beyond them suddenly becomes clear. That great surge of pride and happiness when something just clicks into place. I love mysteries and trying to figure out why things are the way they are. In my heart I will always be a scholar. My vows to Vellichor remain in place. My purpose in teaching and sharing knowledge remains unchanged... but as I woke this morning, my hand reached for my silver pendant and for the first time in years I did not put it on. I looked into my mirror and I felt... different. I still find my hand moving to touch a pendant that is not there, a weight I never noticed is more tangible in its lack.
I have been struggling. With Oakhaven's elevation to March status, our responsibilities have trebled. I am mother to three children under the age of four years, the eldest being just over three, the middle, two and the youngest almost one. I am the Guildmaster of the Physicians Guild, a thriving, hectic and beautiful collection of the most selfless people I know. To have the drive to heal others is one of the most painful and exhausting callings there is. We deal in the pain of others daily, we toil to bring life into this world, preserve it, cure it and ease it back into Death's dominion when it is time.
What I can no longer claim to be, is a Scholar. It is... I do not have the words. There is a sense of failure, a tinge of guilt that somehow I should have found the reserves of energy, of time to commit to this, my first calling. I love knowledge. I love sharing it. I love seeing that look in someone's eyes when something they thought was beyond them suddenly becomes clear. That great surge of pride and happiness when something just clicks into place. I love mysteries and trying to figure out why things are the way they are. In my heart I will always be a scholar. My vows to Vellichor remain in place. My purpose in teaching and sharing knowledge remains unchanged... but as I woke this morning, my hand reached for my silver pendant and for the first time in years I did not put it on. I looked into my mirror and I felt... different. I still find my hand moving to touch a pendant that is not there, a weight I never noticed is more tangible in its lack.
Written By Alarissa
Sept. 24, 2018, 12:37 p.m.(8/28/1009 AR)
Surely, at some point, things will subside. For I cannot abide this. Gods preserve me this is misery.
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