Written By Sameera
April 11, 2018, 11:45 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
*serveral pages of jewelry sketches*
Written By Lucita
April 11, 2018, 11:41 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
Note to self: Get some Ginger-peppermint tea to send to Eirene, she is expecting, too.
Written By Lisebet
April 11, 2018, 11:25 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
I believe I read that congratulations are in order, Princess Caith.
Well done!
Well done!
Written By Lisebet
April 11, 2018, 11:19 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
This evening, I was given some good news. I suppose I ought not write about it, since it's not official or anything and it's not like these journals are private. There, I won't say what it is, not yet. But it was good to sit by the hearth and chat with cousin Alban for some time. I am glad he is back to himself once more. That is one thing less to worry over.
Written By Caspian
April 11, 2018, 11 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
Good job on passing the test! I hope we get to go on some fun adventures together soon. Just don't go falling into any pits, okay? I already had to catch one Thrax nobility, I can't promise I'll pull it off again!
Written By Coraline
April 11, 2018, 10:46 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
I think it was safer in the the midst of battle during the war, family is terrifying. And to think I thought fondly of my dear sisters during the fighting. Love them though I might, and I do indeed, I think it would be far safer to hit a local bar. Now to sneak out of this rabbits warren of an estate, preferably without being seen.
Fat chance of that happening I suppose, ah well nothing but to try now.
Fat chance of that happening I suppose, ah well nothing but to try now.
Written By Lumen
April 11, 2018, 9:28 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
Tease him though I may, he is the possessor of my most sincere admiration and affection. I love the ring. It's darling. I love even more the sentiment behind it... signet rings with stones to match the color of everybody's eyes. Yet, here I stand! With a very pink stone in the shape of a little bunny. --Oh, no, no, you may not have it back!
Written By Simone
April 11, 2018, 8:59 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
I must say it is wonderful to be back among family and friends here in Arx. Getting back into the swirl of activity that composes each day has been a little challenging, but I'm more than up to the challenge.
And yes, it was even good to see Father. I suppose it is to be expected that I'd have a thick skin growing up under his (rough, crude, crass, okay I'll stop) tutelage. But oddly, it felt like coming home. Am I warped for life? Maybe so, but I am what I am – like me or don't.
And yes, it was even good to see Father. I suppose it is to be expected that I'd have a thick skin growing up under his (rough, crude, crass, okay I'll stop) tutelage. But oddly, it felt like coming home. Am I warped for life? Maybe so, but I am what I am – like me or don't.
Written By Caith
April 11, 2018, 7:40 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
I DID IT! I PASSED MY TEST AND I AM NOW IN THE SOCIETY OF EXPLORERS!!
Adventure is out there...
Adventure is out there...
Written By Samantha
April 11, 2018, 5:18 p.m.(7/14/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Oona
Someone was rude to Oona Seliki?
That is taking one's life in one's hands.
That is taking one's life in one's hands.
Written By Reigna
April 11, 2018, 4:27 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Veronica
I... see. He is getting more steady in his walking. He does have a well chewed sword toy. My suggestion would be to speak to Kael about his training, as I am useless when it comes to weaponry of all kinds, as well you know. If you would like to get him a lance, I would be amenable, so long as it is cushioned and covered in felt. I was wanting to ask Kael to make Aeryn a wooden horse with curved wooden rocking feet. Or possibly wheels.
Written By Veronica
April 11, 2018, 4:10 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Edain
My Lord,
Lady Margerie's anger is like the thrust of a giant practice sword: fearsome in appearance but not particular deadly.
Her disappointment? It is akin to death by a thousand cheek pinches. Far more painful and a long, agonizing demise that one cannot escape.
Lady Margerie's anger is like the thrust of a giant practice sword: fearsome in appearance but not particular deadly.
Her disappointment? It is akin to death by a thousand cheek pinches. Far more painful and a long, agonizing demise that one cannot escape.
Written By Tabitha
April 11, 2018, 4:02 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
I'm not sure what barracks smell like, but I agree that gardens are wonderful.
Written By Harlan
April 11, 2018, 3:56 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominique
Marquessa-
It is hard, yes. It is also necessary. It should always -be- hard, I think, to write these letters. Discarding lives ... should never be an easy thing. If those who lead (nobility or military) seem tired, withdrawn, and not very jocular after something like this -- this is likely why.
It is hard, yes. It is also necessary. It should always -be- hard, I think, to write these letters. Discarding lives ... should never be an easy thing. If those who lead (nobility or military) seem tired, withdrawn, and not very jocular after something like this -- this is likely why.
Written By Harlan
April 11, 2018, 3:52 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
There is a reason Ashfords prefer the forest -- less sunlight!
Written By Veronica
April 11, 2018, 3:39 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Preparing him as heir to House Keaton.
With your and the Count's permission, of course. But I don't see a reason why either of you would object.
With your and the Count's permission, of course. But I don't see a reason why either of you would object.
Written By Elgana
April 11, 2018, 3:19 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
So it has finally happened: I am the proud owner of some fine leather armor. It is lovely and fits me well. It isn't a gown, but I know a few people who will be happier to know I am making steps toward the promises I have made.
I am not happy that this means people will soon want to start hitting me and call it 'practice' or some other silliness.
My guards might be first in line for the chance.
I have assured the scholar I am simply joking. My guards adore me and simply cannot wait for new ribbons for their armor and more time chasing after Simon in the gardens.
I am not happy that this means people will soon want to start hitting me and call it 'practice' or some other silliness.
My guards might be first in line for the chance.
I have assured the scholar I am simply joking. My guards adore me and simply cannot wait for new ribbons for their armor and more time chasing after Simon in the gardens.
Written By Reigna
April 11, 2018, 3:09 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Veronica
You are doing what with my child now?
Written By Roxana
April 11, 2018, 2:54 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
I need a new to do list, already crossed everything on my last one off.
Too efficient, or not dreaming big enough?
I'll keep everyone posted!
Too efficient, or not dreaming big enough?
I'll keep everyone posted!
Written By Roxana
April 11, 2018, 2:53 p.m.(7/13/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirene
Remember when Albion died and I refused to see anyone or do anything for...was it months? Seemed like it. When I couldn't stand to look at or even think about Frederic, when all I wanted was to sleep and sleep because I did not miss him when I was sleeping.
You dragged me out of bed, got me dressed, forced visits and meetings until I managed to have some semblance of a life again. You told me that his time was finished but mine was not. That there is not necessarily rhyme or reason to it, it is just the nature of life and of death. You told me that pain passes.
I wasn't wrong. Everything hurt and I wanted to sleep.
You weren't wrong. After a time, it stopped hurting so much, and after a time, there were things to smile about again.
So let us both remember that now that we have switched stances. I wasn't wrong, I'm not wrong now. You weren't wrong, you're not wrong now.
I won't give up on you ever, because you would never give up on me.
Love you.
-Roxy
You dragged me out of bed, got me dressed, forced visits and meetings until I managed to have some semblance of a life again. You told me that his time was finished but mine was not. That there is not necessarily rhyme or reason to it, it is just the nature of life and of death. You told me that pain passes.
I wasn't wrong. Everything hurt and I wanted to sleep.
You weren't wrong. After a time, it stopped hurting so much, and after a time, there were things to smile about again.
So let us both remember that now that we have switched stances. I wasn't wrong, I'm not wrong now. You weren't wrong, you're not wrong now.
I won't give up on you ever, because you would never give up on me.
Love you.
-Roxy
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