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Written By Medeia

Oct. 19, 2021, 2:52 p.m.(6/1/1016 AR)

I have been told I nearly died yesterday. I do not remember what happened, not really. There are no cuts to stitch, no bruises to soothe. Yet, I am terribly weak and cannot get warm and am exhausted. It is not even clear who or what may be responsible. I hold that my friends are making too much of it. A person under stress can faint away with little provocation! And I have felt these symptoms before, though to a lesser extent. This is all perfectly explainable.

Though, I trust that my friends would not lie to me. What I remember, what I feel, and what happened are not the same thing. How disturbing.

At least this has allowed me to take some much needed rest time. I spent part of today in the courtyard, warming under the sun, watching as the children crawled and climbed about on the dinghy that Zakhar built. The thing is beautiful and is proving to be a joy to the twins. Good to get them used to being on boats, yes?

Written By Cambria

Oct. 18, 2021, 10:23 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)

Death notices are not usually a source of great fun. If one should not speak ill of the recently dead, unless they were utter monsters, one should not speak facetiously of them, either.

The temptation is nevertheless great. On learning of another's passing, I said to my children, "You should never say anything bad about the dead, only good. They are dead. Good."

Written By Cambria

Oct. 18, 2021, 10:09 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)

Some things are just that anticlimatic.

Written By Cesare

Oct. 18, 2021, 8:24 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

I want it noted that I also believe in you when others don't, I just also believe in your natural inclination to act a fool. Alas, I have chosen you as a friend, and therefore no amount of foolishness will convince me otherwise.

I should have made this a poem, but I have not. Or at least not a poem which rhymes; I suppose it could be a blank verse poem. Ah, blank verse, an art form I know you despise.

Written By Tesha

Oct. 18, 2021, 3:21 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)

Sometimes you just have to realize that it is time to move on and to try to mend another broken heart in silence while working on things for your family.

Written By Temira

Oct. 18, 2021, 2:56 p.m.(5/27/1016 AR)

Enjoyed some teaching from my near-brother. Archery, war and survival. If the last battle taught me anything, is that I was too hasty in my fighting. I lacked a bit of the skill to back it up. Maybe the battles before since they weren't so bad, left me a little but overconfident, Now I feel better about my skills when I have worked hard in training. Lets hope the next upcoming battle will be a show of all the fruits of my labor.

Written By Savio

Oct. 18, 2021, 1:34 p.m.(5/26/1016 AR)

I never thought I would make it here, and I am, twice over, not the same man I was when I arrived in Arx two years ago. It's been a long, strange trip.

I owe more gratitude to everyone than can possibly be recorded in one place. The support of everyone who attended (particularly those who do not care for Weddings and Parties) means more to me than I know how to say, and I regret that I did not get a chance to speak to everyone. Find me later, we will chat quietly. It is a kindness to me that in a season defined by criticism and castigation, so many people wanted to share and celebrate with us.

I will call out some individuals to whom I am particularly thankful.

First Harlequin Tanith, for such a beautiful cake, we still can't stop talking about the cake.
Prince Sebastian, for understanding something other people do not.
Marquessa Cassiopeia, for an unexpected and moving book-end to a story. And for all her help, support, and unrelenting kindness and cheer.
Raven the Blackheart, for things which cannot be spoken of to scholars.
Prince Arman, for investment in our future, and for his faith in our ability to carry forward.
Lady Medeia Eswynd, for her support of and investment in the House of Amadeo.
Aconite Whisper, for a display of color and beauty into which I want to lose myself completely.
Lady Monique Greenmarch, for a clever game with a surprising conclusion.
Lord Ian Kennex and Lord Haakon Eswynd, for being ready to act against the Disagreeably Unexpected.
Softest Whisper Cesare, for making sure I looked so beautiful, and for his consistent efforts against my natural inclination to act a fool.
Duke Apollo Malespero, for believing in me when I don't.
Zakhar, for making us beautiful things, for being there always, for teaching us to walk confidently into the fullness of who we are.
Count Duarte Amadeo, for acceptance that was not granted easily.
Archlector Giada of the Thirteenth, without whose guidance, wisdom, and challenge we would not have managed this. What she asked of us was not easy, but there is no shortcut to any place worth going.

And Orland, for anchoring my drift, for a loyalty that withstands the depths of my grief and the heights of my mania. He makes me a better man, and I am proud to wear his name.

Written By Bahiya

Oct. 18, 2021, 10:39 a.m.(5/26/1016 AR)

I do my best to stay optimistic, and while my time here in Arx has been productive and rewarding, news from home forms my plans and the days coming. Even with the long delay, it's important to hear word of what is happening in my homeland or to regain contacts with people I have left behind, no matter how unpleasant. But I find the state of the messages distressing these past months. Why is it that no word comes? The delay has taught me patience but I am in that rare instance of being -impatient-; the silence worries me. Surely I would have heard something by now, and yet the dates on my reports have become old. What is happening?

Written By Babette

Oct. 18, 2021, 2:16 a.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

I am so glad to be in the city again. Glad to be among the noble peers. I hope that I am one that is missed.

Written By Medeia

Oct. 18, 2021, 12:27 a.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

Archduchess Jaenelle made a very kind donation to the Saving Grace of a selection of cribs, cradles, and bassinets. I was delighted to accept it! They are now available at the hospital for new mothers. It feels wonderful to be able to help families begin and grow. I know to some this may seem trivial, but even having such simple things taken care of can be an immense relief during a very busy, exciting, and sometimes nerve wracking time.

And, now that it is spring, and the city has had a recent influx of laborers, the plans for the education center at the hospital may be able to finish. I have so many classes to organize! The herb primers will be coming back, though I think now I can move on to a more intermediate set of lessons for those students who have been diligent in their studies. It was a nice surprise to have Lord Ian's assistance in teaching during the combat medicine lesson. As much as I wish those lessons were not needed, I believe there will more of those coming soon.

Written By Galen

Oct. 17, 2021, 10:38 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

Relationship Note on Denica


It was great to get to spend a little time with family. I am pleased to see my cousin becoming the strong person that she is.

Written By Denica

Oct. 17, 2021, 9:10 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. It cuts like a knife.

Written By Marius

Oct. 17, 2021, 9:03 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

I write a caution, a caution with no ill intent. When you assume things about someone, especially in public...Ask yourself three things.

1. What does it benefit me, or anyone here for me to say or do such a thing?
2. Will this help or hurt my standing, or the standing of someone else?
3. Do I know this to be true enough to risk the consequences of my words or actions, or am I making a mistake and assuming with wild abandon?

I shall not tell you what to decide should you answer those questions one way or another, thinking about them enough should guide one to the right decision.

Written By Marius

Oct. 17, 2021, 8:54 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

It is with great pleasure that I write to record the arrival of Neve. More of our family are on their way from Greenhaven and soon we will all be returned. It is my hope and my desire that everyone knows our commitment to unity and our desire to see the Compact prosper. Now, it is our dream that we all stand Untamed and Unconquered.

Written By Hadrian

Oct. 17, 2021, 8:22 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

Lately I've found myself thinking more and more on the subject of pain, loss, anguish, and all these other upsetting emotions. There's two sides to every coin, but there comes a time when analogies eventually fail or are simply proven false. There are moments when the sun goes down and darkness settles in which I seem to find ideal for self-reflection next to a low fire, with a drink at hand.

It's in those moments that I feel the sting of pain and loss most acutely. Why do bad things happen to good people? I've been thinking about it ever since I stubbed my toe. Maybe that'll be something that needs to be asked of the Salon in the future.

Written By Hadrian

Oct. 17, 2021, 7:49 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

I've been so busy and distracted lately that I was just about to pen a journal to Vellichor, apologizing for my tardiness of late.

Then I realized I had, very briefly, completely forgotten Vellichor's name. No, no, not in any sort of mystical sense that would result in a flood of letters, hoping to know more! Just old fashioned, run of the mill, scatterbrained forgetfulness.

Sorry about that, Vellichor! I know I've been quiet lately, but sometimes we lowly mortals get a touch busy with whatever it is that catches our fancy from one day to the next. Keep being awesome, V! Keep on teaching people things and remembering stuff with your amazing self.

Written By Amari

Oct. 17, 2021, 7:25 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

Thank you all sincerely, for the kind words of late.

Written By Raymesin

Oct. 17, 2021, 6:55 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

So that was a silken wedding, Scholar. Tanith hauled me along. People said stuff, people got weepy. Apparently the party afterward was nice, but I couldn't take more time away from what needed to get done.

Do the people getting hitched always get asked questions like that? Or is a grilling what you get when you ask one of the Mirrormasks to hitch you, regardless? Either way, I'm glad Father Hamish didn't put us through that.

Written By Valencia

Oct. 17, 2021, 6:39 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

A life worth living is often marked with ups and downs. Good and bad. Joys and pains.

Such things remind us of the treasures we have held and hope to hold again.

I think it is fair to say that most of us have enjoyed bright moments and endured the darkest of days. And, though I am grateful for my life and have been very blessed in many fine ways, it would false of me to say that there have not indeed been times when I have questioned it all.

The lovely thing is that as we grow wiser though our experiences, and as much as we all wish for good luck, love or happiness for ourselves, we discover that there is something so beautiful in seeing these things finding their way to others as well. Especially for those who through their good hearts and deeds deserve to be gifted with such excellent things.

It gladdens my heart when good things happen to good people. If only to know that it can still happen in this wild and unpredictable world.


Written By Zakhar

Oct. 17, 2021, 6:33 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)

Fine. It was allergies.
I wish the Lords Savio and Orland Amadeo a prosper future within their houses. And if they should need some sagely advice, they know where to find it.

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