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Written By Samantha

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:52 p.m.(1/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Edain

About a month ago, I struck up a conversation with Prince Edain about his owl and expressed my interest in raptors. I've built a mews on my property and intend to house more than one bird within it, as the hawkling Lady Aislin has promised me should be ready for training any day now. There are also plans for an indoor bird, but more on that another time.

Prince Edain kindly gifted me with one of his own Sir Roland's offspring, a female owlet I've named Couquette. I've placed stands in a few of my more commonly frequented rooms for her to perch on when I'm not keeping her on my arm or shoulder, per his instructions so that she bonds to me properly.

A few people have had an opportunity to meet her, and while she is thoroughly charming, I am confused by some of the reactions. People - well, men, mostly - seem quite puzzled by the idea that His Highness would grace me with such a gift without there being some other intent to it. While the Prince is kind, handsome, pious, and valorous, it is ludicrous to think he would take to courting anyone so soon after the Archduchess' passing, and I imagine the standard of comparison even if he was would be far higher than myself. How hard is it for people to understand that sometimes, a gift is just a gift, meant in graciousness and appreciation for a shared interest and casual friendship?

Written By Merek

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:49 p.m.(1/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Aurora

I met this woman once before I think, but since then, most our talks have been correspondances. I am hopeful that with our mutual agreements, we can make the best of profit and support. I consider her an ally of mine, at least as much as we benefit one another. Perhaps someday we will sit and have tea.

Written By Eleyna

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:42 p.m.(1/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

The circumstances of my life have not made it easy for me to love. I lost my mother when I was young. My father hasn't always been reliable. I have married three times only to find myself too soon a widow in each of those cases. Through every loss, with every fresh grief, my heart hardened bit by bit until it became like a stone in my chest.

My sister always held out hope that someone would come along to soften me one day. She thought that it would take someone kind and loving and sweet-tempered to turn my heart from stone to flesh. She was wrong.

Instead, it took a mean-spirited cur to repeatedly annoy me into loving him out of spite. My stone heart couldn't have been softened by anything less than someone with a temperament whose effect on me is rather like the Caith nettles he wishes to use in his duel with my sister. He leaves me feeling frustrated, in pain, burning most of the time. But, above all, he makes me -feel-.

I am just as proud to be your intended as you are to be mine, my dark Prince. You are worth no longer being the Black Widow. I look forward to the new titles and paths the two of us will forge together.

Written By Bethany

Feb. 27, 2017, 11:20 a.m.(1/2/1006 AR)

It's been too long since the lyricist's pen
touched upon paper.

(Autumn sparrow, winter wren
seen from the windows, only when -

The hiding away could not reshape her.)

That little black bird, still in her mourning
- until yesterday morning.

Given forewarning, she will fly from her
den, over field and into glen until her cloak
grows threadbare.

She will fly with her own wings
over and over
and over again.

Written By Serafine

Feb. 27, 2017, 11:20 a.m.(1/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Talen

I feel like Caith Nettle is excessive, though.


You might enjoy writhing in agony-

Written By Ailys

Feb. 27, 2017, 10:14 a.m.(1/2/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ainsley

Brother, you are loved dearly, I am so happy to be once again near family.

Written By Ainsley

Feb. 27, 2017, 9:58 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ailys

The most patient, poised, caring, and kind woman you will ever meet. I love my sister dearly-- if you manage to make her frown I will break every bone in your body.

Written By Luca

Feb. 27, 2017, 8:02 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

I woke today in the remains of my rooms with no memory if what I did and a hangover that may be demonic in origin, or it at least feels like it.

At first I worried that I might have hurt someone but thankfully there's no blood but my own that I can tell.

Next, I remembered why and wished I hadn't.

Now, I'm crawling back into the bottom of a bottle and pretending this was bad dream awhile longer.

The dozen messages waiting for me can wait a little longer.

Fun side fact: apparently if I get angry enough, I can fold a rubicund sword in half.

I'm not sure whether to keep it as a memento and reminder to never fall in love again or see if it can be salvaged. Probably memento.

Written By Michael

Feb. 27, 2017, 7:42 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Ailys

Your kindness cannot be captured in words. You are undeniably patient, steadfast, and even. And an incredible host. Thank you for all that you're doing and how you're connecting to others. I will endeavour to keep your respect.

Written By Talen

Feb. 27, 2017, 5:24 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Serafine

You do realise that after throwing a challenge, it's generally the one who receives it that gets to pick their terms, right?

I quite like shoes. I might have common blood but I was raised amongst royalty, not Shavs, you know.

Written By Silas

Feb. 27, 2017, 3:57 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Orazio

A good man, through and through, and great at what he does. Sometimes he speaks harshly, but it has never been without merit and considerable thought behind it. I have no doubt he will stand up for what he believes is right, and he will stand -tall-

Written By Silas

Feb. 27, 2017, 3:53 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

This is already shaping up to be a strange week.

I'm in need of a large sum of economic writs in a short amount of time, but thankfully my family knows people who know people.

I wish be less vague, but I don't know many of the details myself. I hope this changes otherwise it -will- get in the way.

Written By Kima

Feb. 27, 2017, 1:04 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

There has been something weighing on my mind quite heavily for the past few weeks. I have come to a decision. I can only pray that the parties involved will understand and support the choice I have made.

Written By Lark

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:51 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Relationship Note on Valerius

Tolerable.

Written By Tikva

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:40 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

I have joined Lord Nigel in serving as a Voice of House Riven, particularly while Countess Mia continues to rule from the Twainfort. It's my honor to serve the Count and Countess Riven for the Twainfort, as I once served Brighthold for my beloved brother, Count Tibault.

I pray to Limerance that I will only do honor to my lieges in so serving.

Written By Valerius

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:35 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Okay, let's change topic.

I'd thought so hard about my plans, where I was going to go, what I was going to do. How I planned on doing it and who I'd be doing it with.

Then, suddenly, I'm caught completely off guard and have to carefully consider what comes next. I suppose there's still time to see how it all plays out, but this new path seems much better than wherever else life had planned on taking me.

Written By Valerius

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:33 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Five months ago if you saw me outside a tavern, it was because I was sleeping or drinking at the Estate. Now I find my time spent in bars is on business. Family or personal, both keep me busy. I’m usually still drunk even while I’m on business, but I think it’d be a little unreasonable to ask me not to be.

When grandfather died, Thrax started to change. I started to change. And I’m happy to say that both situations are changing for the better. I’m less comfortable, I think. Less constantly drunk, if only barely. But the exchange feels satisfying. It feels like I’m helping people, and by helping people I’m helping myself.

Damn, I forgot my flask, hold on, let me go get it...

Written By Max

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:33 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Women as a viable leadership role in the thrax.

I honestly never thought I would see that day.

Mother will be so pleased.

Written By Max

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:32 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Ladies.

Apparently I need to get married.

Line forms to the left.

Bring rum.

Written By Max

Feb. 27, 2017, 12:32 a.m.(1/1/1006 AR)

Children. The fucking cargo was hostages.

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