Written By Marian
April 1, 2018, 6:50 a.m.(6/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Saoirse
It's not weird, it's harassment. May I suggest the following:
1) Tell him under no uncertain terms that you are not interested.
2) Slap him across the face if he persists in a public fashion.
3) A well timed dagger in a sensitive place.
Worst case scream like a damsel in distress and get a few men to beat him senseless.
1) Tell him under no uncertain terms that you are not interested.
2) Slap him across the face if he persists in a public fashion.
3) A well timed dagger in a sensitive place.
Worst case scream like a damsel in distress and get a few men to beat him senseless.
Written By Duarte
April 1, 2018, 5:21 a.m.(6/21/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Saoirse
I do know!
Which is why to Giulio Mazetti I must say: stop it! Your gaze gives me the goose pimples I would like to do quite without!
Which is why to Giulio Mazetti I must say: stop it! Your gaze gives me the goose pimples I would like to do quite without!
Written By Violet
April 1, 2018, 3:27 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominique
Sir Jeffeth is most definitely a gentle giant. And someone I am glad to call my friend.
Written By Caith
April 1, 2018, 3:26 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Balls are dangerous, dangerous affairs.
Written By Cassius
April 1, 2018, 2:57 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
I was there at the end. Shouted a bit, in a good way. Met a Lady I'm pretty sure I've never met before, wished me good health. Got to banter with Duarte, which is always nice. And got to listen to even better banter and learn a few new tidbits. Overall? Lovely day.
Written By Saoirse
April 1, 2018, 2:56 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Do you not know how weird it is when a man constantly presses his attention on you and you don't want it?
Written By Eirene
April 1, 2018, 2:45 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
I was there. People saw me. For the record I was -not- the one who ended up in the pool.
Written By Tabitha
April 1, 2018, 2:09 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reyna
You didn't seem awkward to me at the ball.
That said, I'm extremely awkward, so perhaps this is a matter of relativity.
That said, I'm extremely awkward, so perhaps this is a matter of relativity.
Written By Dominique
April 1, 2018, 2:06 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Remember, the white journals are forever.
What we write can and will be used against us.
What we write can and will be used against us.
Written By Harlan
April 1, 2018, 1:44 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
Spicy. Sass.
Written By Dominique
April 1, 2018, 1:39 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
If it helps, I think you are a friendly giant.
Written By Samantha
April 1, 2018, 1:33 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Rymarr
Is it unseemly, or unfashionable, to be madly in love with one's spouse?
I suppose I shall have to be both unseemly and unfashionable.
I suppose I shall have to be both unseemly and unfashionable.
Written By Turo
April 1, 2018, 1:26 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
People seem to believe that war is when a commander is busiest. After all, that's when the fighting is.
Those people are wrong, of course. In war, your days fall into a routine, and everyone looks to their duties as part of that routine; men tend their weapons, meals are served whose menus you don't plan yourself, and battles are fought.
The busiest times are immediately before and after war. Moving people, materiel, and supplies is no simple matter, not to mention the interminable reports.
And then there's speaking with the families of men and women lost under your command...
No, war is relatively simple compared to all that
Those people are wrong, of course. In war, your days fall into a routine, and everyone looks to their duties as part of that routine; men tend their weapons, meals are served whose menus you don't plan yourself, and battles are fought.
The busiest times are immediately before and after war. Moving people, materiel, and supplies is no simple matter, not to mention the interminable reports.
And then there's speaking with the families of men and women lost under your command...
No, war is relatively simple compared to all that
Written By Jeffeth
April 1, 2018, 1:08 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Reyna
People think I'm awkward?
Written By Belladonna
April 1, 2018, 12:31 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Well. I suppose its not truly a party until -someone- ends up in the pool.
On an unrelated note: My deepest apologies go out to Marquessa Cambria Mazetti for our pool being in the way of her feet.
On an unrelated note: My deepest apologies go out to Marquessa Cambria Mazetti for our pool being in the way of her feet.
Written By Amarantha
April 1, 2018, 12:12 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Astraea
One. I hate animals and any form of affection.
Two. Fur babies is a word that I can live without seeing again in my entire lifetime.
Three. I am flattered that you so often pretend to be me, sister. But really, you need to work harder on being sullen and unfriendly.
Honestly, it amazes me that Echo still mixes us up! I'm a whole 3 seconds older than you. Or younger? I forget.
Two. Fur babies is a word that I can live without seeing again in my entire lifetime.
Three. I am flattered that you so often pretend to be me, sister. But really, you need to work harder on being sullen and unfriendly.
Honestly, it amazes me that Echo still mixes us up! I'm a whole 3 seconds older than you. Or younger? I forget.
Written By Catalana
April 1, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
I would really appreciate that. I think I'll be reaching out to you really soon....really soon. I don't know how much longer my back can take it.
Written By Reyna
March 31, 2018, 8:51 p.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
Well. This was awful. Jayeth has been slowly, so incredibly slowly, showing me how to work the forge and hone metal into something useful (I tell him often, metal is perfectly useful when used as an object to hurl at others, but alas, apparently that is not useful enough). I made my first dagger and it, well. It really is the ugliest thing one could imagine. Horrid. The fact I managed to make it somewhat resemble a dagger is a miracle, though it looks more like a flattened broad leaf with a really, really ..stupid looking handle. A ladle would be more dangerous in the hands of an individual. But Jayeth was profound in his praise, encouraging me to further experiment in the back of his ship, certain I would be able to one day craft such deadly weapons that they could 'nick the hands of the gods and draw a single drop of blood'. Really? Wow. A single drop. Superb.
This can't be my calling. I am just ..the worst at it. If it is ..I beg forgiveness of Jayus, because I am doing you so very wrong.
This can't be my calling. I am just ..the worst at it. If it is ..I beg forgiveness of Jayus, because I am doing you so very wrong.
Written By Maeve
March 31, 2018, 8:49 p.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
It seems the world does not stop just because it seemed to have paused for me. Things go on around me at such a tremendous pace that I cannot keep up! It is ok. I realize I don't have to keep up, just as long as the end purpose is done. Though, I learned to not to get too excited about thinking things aren't happening just because I didn't see it. The world simply does not wait for one person.
Written By Reyna
March 31, 2018, 8:45 p.m.(6/20/1008 AR)
The fact that I can write this is a very small minor miracle, for I was soundly beaten on the training sands just yesterday in the most thorough manner. It started with me teasingly challenging Sir Bayweather, whom I had only just met when he came into Jayeths shop, to a bit of polishing of armor. I was being a complete and utter ass, mainly because he was so incredibly intimidating, so I tried to do what I always do, and humor my way out of feeling such. The challenge of polishing led to an additional challenge on the training sands. He helped me with my duties at Jayeths smithie and shop, as I had promised my friend I would stay until closing and assist with cleaning the display items, and then off to the sands we went.
To put it mildly I was completely and utterly destroyed. I found myself on my back, staring up at the training centers skies, or ceiling, I couldn't tell you which it had in the moment I was so dazed. I could not feel my body. Or rather, all I could feel was the incredible deep ache of bruises through multiple levels of flesh and bone in my body. I barely recall the events that transpired immediately otherwise, finding myself soon after (or perhaps hours after, who knows in my state at the time), in a tavern booth, with Sir Bayweather himself providing libations to ease the sound trouncing he gave me.
He is, in a word, not the man I thought. Yes, very strong and huge, but with a sense of humor that is endearing, and he can carry a conversation. Awkward at times, but fully aware of his own awkwardness.
I think I will take him up on his offer to help train me. I am woefully under-skilled, despite what my ego may thinks, and I would like to be able to hold my own against him one day.
I will make you wear that Princess moniker, Sir Bayweather! One day. Very ..very ..far in the future.
To put it mildly I was completely and utterly destroyed. I found myself on my back, staring up at the training centers skies, or ceiling, I couldn't tell you which it had in the moment I was so dazed. I could not feel my body. Or rather, all I could feel was the incredible deep ache of bruises through multiple levels of flesh and bone in my body. I barely recall the events that transpired immediately otherwise, finding myself soon after (or perhaps hours after, who knows in my state at the time), in a tavern booth, with Sir Bayweather himself providing libations to ease the sound trouncing he gave me.
He is, in a word, not the man I thought. Yes, very strong and huge, but with a sense of humor that is endearing, and he can carry a conversation. Awkward at times, but fully aware of his own awkwardness.
I think I will take him up on his offer to help train me. I am woefully under-skilled, despite what my ego may thinks, and I would like to be able to hold my own against him one day.
I will make you wear that Princess moniker, Sir Bayweather! One day. Very ..very ..far in the future.
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