Written By Arn
Jan. 27, 2018, 11:29 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Written By Orathy
Jan. 27, 2018, 11:05 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Boot. Heel. To. ALL. YOUR. FLOWERS.
Pansy asses. HAH.
Written By Margerie
Jan. 27, 2018, 10:40 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 27, 2018, 10:28 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
I am a coffee cherry flower. Easily.
Written By Caspian
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:54 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Donella
I hope someday I can at least try to pay you back for what you've done.
Written By Caspian
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:50 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
Written By Donaldo
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:50 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
They stopped me and asked about specific whites and flowers.
A great tragedy to compare our women to flowers, yet they compare themselves. Stars seems to be a fair comparison and that is allowed but I do not know why.
These are the luxuries we enjoy in the city. No one cares what they are called or compared to when we huddle for warmth in a mountain pass or sharing rations at sea.
I hope I am never so long in civilization that I begin to worry so much about things that do not matter.
Written By Cassima
Jan. 27, 2018, 9:36 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cirroch
Written By Naomi
Jan. 27, 2018, 8:47 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Ridiculous.
Had some excellent chicken on a skewer from a street vendor, and fresh bread. You miss those things at sea, when it's fish, fish, and more fish.
Set up at the Kay. Why the hell do we decorate with so much white? If we ever have an intruder the bloodstains are going to be a bitch to wash out.
Speaking of intruders, I need to hire more House Guards. This house has more holes than a fisherman's net- two entrances and a balcony. Idiocy.
That chicken really was excellent.
Written By Serafine
Jan. 27, 2018, 8:32 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
So I gave chase. He took me through some of the darker alleys in the Lowers; the Cullers have people around those parts and most know me, I think the brat expected them to give me a fuss. The Lowers is my route, he can't know this, but I suspect the whole 'nobleman' thing was all he considered. The frustration on his darlin' little face was worth the jog. Anyway, I caught up to him while he was running behind the Crown Apartments, snagged his ankle before he managed to squirm through a tunnel, a sewer duct? that was more frozen than he expected.
He howled like an alley cat the whole way, lad slung over my shoulder. He tried to bite me. I bit him back.
The food merchant was in tears. I put the boy on his feet in front of her and let her scream at him. The lad shrank a good foot into himself. He mumbled an apology without prompting. The merchant (Tabitha, I think that's her name) wiped her face and held out her hand. He hesitated until I growled, forked over the sack of food. She looked through it, counted, then looked up at me and quoted the price. I nodded. I gave her the coin, she gave him the sack.
Little bastard sat, frozen, for a good minute until she mimed throwing a stone at him (she wasn't, though it's been a stressful winter for everyone). He scampered off.
Coming home tonight, my walk to the Uppers is usually a quiet one; daresay most everyone is used to me by now, even after my disappearing act this fall. My doorstep has its own lantern, and tucked into the doormat was a little paper flower. Dirty, mind, but prettily-made. It was dark; I looked around, didn't see anyone, but I'm certain I heard rapid footsteps in the distance.
Kids.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 8:21 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
The last few days have been unusual. Cleaning consists of pulling everything out of my various storage places in my home. The kitchen cupboards haven't been gone through in a while. Months, even.
I found a bottle Oliver left behind. It smelled amazing. Thus, this is why I'm drunk at the moment. Really drunk. The scholar transcribing this has commented several times that most drunken entries require some kind of translator; I'm one of the few, she says, that enunciates better the more I drink. I think this is a compliment.
I find it funny, that for as often as I make love tokens and charms, gifts between beloveds both secret and public, betrothal gifts, engagement jewelry, I myself am so damn unlucky in love. I think this is why I devote so much of my work to the Guild; it's ever rewarding, I know they care for me (most of them, anyway, and for the others that don't, I know they at least respect me), and I know, as long as I remain in the post, they look to me when they need help.
But there are times when I close my shop at night and look out into my garden, who's briers are bare and black, dormant flowers hidden by snow and frozen soil, and wish I weren't so good at sleeping alone, being alone, and living alone. My attempts to change this are never successful.
I know. I'm feeling sorry for myself. We all have days like that, don't we? Tomorrow, I will be better, and things will go on and I'll laugh at myself and the writings I've left behind.
I think I'm done, scholar. Can you send this? I think I need an escort home. While you say I enunciate better the more I drink, walking is a different matter.
Written By Norwood
Jan. 27, 2018, 7:24 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Written By Monique
Jan. 27, 2018, 7:10 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Written By Mayir
Jan. 27, 2018, 7:09 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Lottie
I offered to help her prepare her Grand Opening Event! I mean, I am the Director of Marketing for Highway Robbery, don't get me wrong. But I think there are synergies we can exploit!
Written By Percephon
Jan. 27, 2018, 6:12 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
If you were a flower, Joscelin, you would be the one that blooms practically in any season. Like a chrysanthemum. Thankfully, you (and everyone else) is much more complicated and diverse to be compared to a single type of flowering plant.
Written By Cirroch
Jan. 27, 2018, 6:10 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 6:06 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
I mean. I understand the philosophy. Waste-not, etc. But. Damn.
Written By Percephon
Jan. 27, 2018, 6 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 27, 2018, 5:35 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Mae
Those are daffodils right?
Written By Mae
Jan. 27, 2018, 5:28 p.m.(1/18/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
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