Written By Ysabel
June 2, 2020, 6:14 p.m.(5/26/1013 AR)
You'd think that I know about ship building, or be somewhat aware of such. A new thing to go spend hours in the archives researching. As if I needed an excuse.
Written By Sunaia
June 2, 2020, 5:54 p.m.(5/26/1013 AR)
Honestly, I'm looking forward to the upcoming trip - though I have a number of things to do before I head home to see Mother. And, of course, I've taken on yet another task before I go, since being busy seems to ground me.
Sleep beckons me in a pleasant way. I think I'm finally exhausting myself, with all of my various projects; my mind is just too busy to be concerned with what dreams may come.
I likely need to talk with Killian before I return to Ashford Keep. ...Yes, I know he's not around, but sometimes, it's just for me. And maybe he can hear me. When I return home, I'll talk with Mother about making skulls for Father and Killian, to put in the Shrine to the Queen of Endings. I might make one for Addison, too, and keep it in my own belongings, since there are surely those who would be offended that I pay tribute to my eldest brother, considering all that happened. But I remember him differently than it seems everyone does. We weren't close, but he looked after me when I was young; and he was still my brother, still my family. I can't hate him in the same ways that Killian did; Addison simply didn't treat me in the same ways as he did Killian. Probably because I was so young, I'd guess.
...What was Addison like to me? Oh, well. He was protective of me, of course - aren't all brothers like that with their baby sisters? ...They're not? I can't imagine, honestly. He wanted me to grow up strong and confident - as I did. He worried for me when I cried and was afraid; he couldn't understand why I was so afraid. He told me to pray to Jayus before I slept and thank him for my dreams, since Addison believed they were gifts, no matter how terribly frightening they were for me. And he would pray over me, with me, trying to help me remember my place in the world. How could I not love him? Of course, I loved him. It's surprising to me that so few remember this side of my brother - or maybe, they just didn't know him as I do. ...Did.
Family is everything. And justice is being balanced: Punishing the evil and accepting that it exists, but it's just as imbalanced to forget the good and presume everything in a person is bad because they make some mistake or go down some dark path. Addison... I don't understand what happened to him, really. I don't know how he wound up going down the path he did. Killian and so many others felt - and feel - such ill towards him. There has to be someone to balance all of that, in the world. Maybe I'm the only one left who does, though I think Mother - for all the pain it likely causes her - stands with me. I know Father was proud of him, believed in Addison - perhaps mistakenly. Honestly... I was gone during all of that. I just heard that he was gone, that the king was in some strange state and it wasn't until years later that I learned my eldest brother was deemed to be responsible. The shock sent me into the woods; I ran away for weeks, horrified and confused.
...Yes, I'm okay. It just stings, still - all of the confusion. And knowing I'll never truly know what happened.
But, he's my brother; and I'll stand as the balance, for him. Because, as I've been reminded before: Not everything is as simple as it seems.
...Oh. Yes, mmm... I don't really remember if there was more I wanted to put into this entry. I think that's all, for now. Thank you for your time.
Sleep beckons me in a pleasant way. I think I'm finally exhausting myself, with all of my various projects; my mind is just too busy to be concerned with what dreams may come.
I likely need to talk with Killian before I return to Ashford Keep. ...Yes, I know he's not around, but sometimes, it's just for me. And maybe he can hear me. When I return home, I'll talk with Mother about making skulls for Father and Killian, to put in the Shrine to the Queen of Endings. I might make one for Addison, too, and keep it in my own belongings, since there are surely those who would be offended that I pay tribute to my eldest brother, considering all that happened. But I remember him differently than it seems everyone does. We weren't close, but he looked after me when I was young; and he was still my brother, still my family. I can't hate him in the same ways that Killian did; Addison simply didn't treat me in the same ways as he did Killian. Probably because I was so young, I'd guess.
...What was Addison like to me? Oh, well. He was protective of me, of course - aren't all brothers like that with their baby sisters? ...They're not? I can't imagine, honestly. He wanted me to grow up strong and confident - as I did. He worried for me when I cried and was afraid; he couldn't understand why I was so afraid. He told me to pray to Jayus before I slept and thank him for my dreams, since Addison believed they were gifts, no matter how terribly frightening they were for me. And he would pray over me, with me, trying to help me remember my place in the world. How could I not love him? Of course, I loved him. It's surprising to me that so few remember this side of my brother - or maybe, they just didn't know him as I do. ...Did.
Family is everything. And justice is being balanced: Punishing the evil and accepting that it exists, but it's just as imbalanced to forget the good and presume everything in a person is bad because they make some mistake or go down some dark path. Addison... I don't understand what happened to him, really. I don't know how he wound up going down the path he did. Killian and so many others felt - and feel - such ill towards him. There has to be someone to balance all of that, in the world. Maybe I'm the only one left who does, though I think Mother - for all the pain it likely causes her - stands with me. I know Father was proud of him, believed in Addison - perhaps mistakenly. Honestly... I was gone during all of that. I just heard that he was gone, that the king was in some strange state and it wasn't until years later that I learned my eldest brother was deemed to be responsible. The shock sent me into the woods; I ran away for weeks, horrified and confused.
...Yes, I'm okay. It just stings, still - all of the confusion. And knowing I'll never truly know what happened.
But, he's my brother; and I'll stand as the balance, for him. Because, as I've been reminded before: Not everything is as simple as it seems.
...Oh. Yes, mmm... I don't really remember if there was more I wanted to put into this entry. I think that's all, for now. Thank you for your time.
Written By Mirella
June 2, 2020, 5:43 p.m.(5/26/1013 AR)
Following up from my last journal entry, I have to admit I've been entirely spoiled by the gorgeous clothes my patron has conjured up for me. They're works of art and I will treasure them forever.
Written By Rosalind
June 2, 2020, 11:57 a.m.(5/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Poppy
I've told you not to sing at all! It gets all...Screechy! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! But I still love you. Really!
Written By Azova
June 2, 2020, 11:17 a.m.(5/26/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Poppy
My suggestion is to hum the songs instead. Doesn't matter what words you're singing in your head, then!
Written By Poppy
June 1, 2020, 11:10 p.m.(5/25/1013 AR)
Dear scholar.
This week I've learnt, if you want to Avoid "volunteering" for a month of night work and cleaning duties at Solace house, you should not sing songs about lancing boils and clearing rot around patients and certainly not when other members there can hear you.
This week I've learnt, if you want to Avoid "volunteering" for a month of night work and cleaning duties at Solace house, you should not sing songs about lancing boils and clearing rot around patients and certainly not when other members there can hear you.
Written By Shard
June 1, 2020, 10:53 p.m.(5/25/1013 AR)
I get angry. It keeps me going when I'd otherwise stop, and I've been going my entire life. Angry my entire life. Anger is a fuel. Anger can be directed when you understand it. Aimed like a weapon. Anger /is/ a weapon. You can wield it, or it will wield you, and you'd better pick one or the other because if you don't, it will go ahead and decide for you.
And once you understand anger? Understand it thoroughly, understand yourself thoroughly, understand /why you are angry/ and /what you are angry about/...well. Then it's a different sort of weapon. You can both attack and defend yourself with a blade.
People go on about how angry I am. They act like I'm going to explode at any moment, as if I'm the most unreasonable person in the city; and, sure, I'm not going to stand here and claim I'm always reasonable, or that I don't let my temper get away sometimes. But the thing is, I understand my own anger. Sometimes people /should/ be angry about things. A lot of things. Sometimes getting angry is the only right thing to do. So, I get angry. I get angry so that I don't get /angrier/. Does that make any sense? It's the truth. Can you imagine what would happen if I just /never/ let any of that out?
I can.
And once you understand anger? Understand it thoroughly, understand yourself thoroughly, understand /why you are angry/ and /what you are angry about/...well. Then it's a different sort of weapon. You can both attack and defend yourself with a blade.
People go on about how angry I am. They act like I'm going to explode at any moment, as if I'm the most unreasonable person in the city; and, sure, I'm not going to stand here and claim I'm always reasonable, or that I don't let my temper get away sometimes. But the thing is, I understand my own anger. Sometimes people /should/ be angry about things. A lot of things. Sometimes getting angry is the only right thing to do. So, I get angry. I get angry so that I don't get /angrier/. Does that make any sense? It's the truth. Can you imagine what would happen if I just /never/ let any of that out?
I can.
Written By Mirella
June 1, 2020, 7:06 p.m.(5/24/1013 AR)
Satin is a delightful material to wear next to the skin -- soft, pliant and surprisingly rich, with a gleam beneath light that is most pleasing to the eye. It can be layered over a dress made of fine, smooth cotton cloth if one requires a sturdier construction, but even then the garments produced have a lightness that serves one well in remaining cool and comfortable in the summer heat.
As a merchant, I'm often tasked to acquire more luxurious and costly fabric: velvet, brocade and so forth. Of course, I can see the appeal. How can I not? Many wish to garb themselves in only the finest attire. There's something to be said for the less prized materials, however. Add a touch of lace -- your everyday lace, that is to say -- and you can have a lovely outfit at a relatively modest cost.
Naturally, there are fashionistas who will think me quite misguided in my opinions herein, and that is perfectly understandable. I will still gladly continue to work on their behalf to find the cloth they desire.
As a merchant, I'm often tasked to acquire more luxurious and costly fabric: velvet, brocade and so forth. Of course, I can see the appeal. How can I not? Many wish to garb themselves in only the finest attire. There's something to be said for the less prized materials, however. Add a touch of lace -- your everyday lace, that is to say -- and you can have a lovely outfit at a relatively modest cost.
Naturally, there are fashionistas who will think me quite misguided in my opinions herein, and that is perfectly understandable. I will still gladly continue to work on their behalf to find the cloth they desire.
Written By Selah
June 1, 2020, 5:07 p.m.(5/24/1013 AR)
Read some more of the mythology volume while I breakfasted. It sparked (hah!) some interesting philosophical lines of thought, so I stopped by the Shrine to ponder them with the Eternal Flame, where I got distracted from those lines of thought by considering whether eternity must extend in both directions to be truly eternal. After lunch, I worked for a while on my project at the House of Questions; I think I may have found a thread to pull. Let us see what unravels. I stole a brief moment at the Tea Shop, where I tackled another chapter in my Eurusi history book - I believe I might finally grasp the vocative case. Dined alone at Bisland Manor. Read more mythology and remembered my original questions from this morning, which I shall have to follow up on tomorrow. It might've been nice to have company.
Written By Porter
June 1, 2020, 4:32 p.m.(5/24/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I keep your nail in my pocket!
We still need to meet.
We still need to meet.
Written By Svana
June 1, 2020, 4:31 p.m.(5/24/1013 AR)
It was my twenty-second birthday on the 21st of May. Solstice. The seasons change and so do I - by a number. This birthday I have never felt the concept of change or growth more in my life though. Someone told me that I am in the 'nesting phase' of my pregnancy, with boundless energy and fretting - that seems correct. I think the babies shall come earlier than we expect. I am excited to meet them but I do hope they still in my tummy long enough to grow some hair.
Asher and I had a nice dinner that he cooked for my birthday, and then we spent some time together. He's been taking a few trips recently so it was nice to be able to sit back and relax with him. My volunteering has slowed down a bit as I've started getting everything ready for the babes and being up odd hours of the night with them kicking me.
I wish my mother was here. I know I've mentioned it before but I do miss her so. I don't know how prepared I am to be a mum but I know that if she were here I would feel better about it. And I just want her to see her grandchildren, and meet Asher. Same goes for my da. I miss them both terribly. I hope they are proud of me and of the life that Asher and I are building together.
Another year older, another year wiser - I hope.
Asher and I had a nice dinner that he cooked for my birthday, and then we spent some time together. He's been taking a few trips recently so it was nice to be able to sit back and relax with him. My volunteering has slowed down a bit as I've started getting everything ready for the babes and being up odd hours of the night with them kicking me.
I wish my mother was here. I know I've mentioned it before but I do miss her so. I don't know how prepared I am to be a mum but I know that if she were here I would feel better about it. And I just want her to see her grandchildren, and meet Asher. Same goes for my da. I miss them both terribly. I hope they are proud of me and of the life that Asher and I are building together.
Another year older, another year wiser - I hope.
Written By Gwenna
June 1, 2020, 1:46 p.m.(5/24/1013 AR)
I've been considering seeking out an art instructor lately. Painting has been a pastime of mine and one that allows me to shake off some of the weightier thoughts of the day. That has never required to be better, by any means, but sometimes doing something well, as opposed to just doing something, is a bit more rewarding. With so much going on, finding time to paint at has been a challenge, but I keep feeling that draw to return to it.
Written By Tanith
June 1, 2020, 12:27 p.m.(5/24/1013 AR)
You hold the bleeding bits of your friend under your hands for an eternity, your mind blank as you work and hold her together. You don't know which god to beseech only that you're hoping one of them is listening. Mercy, forgiveness, begging, it cycles up in a wave that hangs impossibly high, waiting, drawing out everything you have, for hours, days, -weeks-.
And then it crashes and it drowns you. There's no time to tumble across the rocky bottom, it's just dark and you sleep.
And then it crashes and it drowns you. There's no time to tumble across the rocky bottom, it's just dark and you sleep.
Written By Ida
June 1, 2020, 10 a.m.(5/23/1013 AR)
Well...maybe next Sip and Spar. I got a little caught up in sketches and hermitting apparently.
Written By Strozza
June 1, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(5/23/1013 AR)
Sunrise by a river shore in a forest with new growth budding in the late spring.
A peach tree beneath starlight on the edge of a vineyard.
A quiet room surrounded by the waves.
Sunset in a clearing where the light turns changing leaves to fire.
My favorite memories so far.
A peach tree beneath starlight on the edge of a vineyard.
A quiet room surrounded by the waves.
Sunset in a clearing where the light turns changing leaves to fire.
My favorite memories so far.
Written By Thea
June 1, 2020, 9:45 a.m.(5/23/1013 AR)
I forgot how much I missed the Sip n Spars until I attended last night. I'm glad Ladies Zoey and Videl and I made decided to make a date of it last week. Lady Videl's scarf brought luck, no one can tell me otherwise! I'll have to--permanently borrow it!
Dame Felicia Harrow. You are certainly a force to reckon with. I would most definitely cross blades or drinks with you anytime!
Dame Felicia Harrow. You are certainly a force to reckon with. I would most definitely cross blades or drinks with you anytime!
Written By Tyrus
June 1, 2020, 9:41 a.m.(5/23/1013 AR)
While all devotions and discipleships have their value and worth, the Liberators hold a special place in my heart and regard.
Fighting for the freedom of others because it's the right thing to do.
Fighting for the freedom of others because it's the right thing to do.
Written By Santiago
June 1, 2020, 9:27 a.m.(5/23/1013 AR)
Every time I set my eyes on Calista I see my sister, and I recognize she is gone. In her place, her daughter, and my Duchess! Duchess Calista Fidante! Who is the bloom in the brambles! Whose mind sits on sharpened edge, and whose person could ask all of Tor to die for her - and We would! My pride in this life rests upon my niece, her achievements, and no longer am I worried about the little girl who used to smile at me, who calls me Tio, but I am honored by the woman she has become! Long Live Duchess Calista Fidante! Long Live Tor! She, is the beating heart of the land!
Written By Evaristo
June 1, 2020, 4:02 a.m.(5/23/1013 AR)
I am proud that Nightingale Gianna chose me as Mockingbird for the Bard's college. It is a wonderful organisation and an organisation full of wonder.
The five year celebration was amazing fun, and it was a true joy watching the guests take so enthusiastically to the game they were challenged with. I have not laughed so much in a long time!
To top it all off, Gianna performed an improvised song like one never heard before - it was divine.
The five year celebration was amazing fun, and it was a true joy watching the guests take so enthusiastically to the game they were challenged with. I have not laughed so much in a long time!
To top it all off, Gianna performed an improvised song like one never heard before - it was divine.
Written By Ravna
June 1, 2020, 1:16 a.m.(5/23/1013 AR)
I was gone, you know. A long time. Did a lot, you know? I do, yeah. I've seen...a lot, you know? Been to a lot of places...yeah, seen a lot of faces. Mhm. Still do, sometimes. At night, mostly.
Hahahaaaa. So, get this, yeah? A month before my pretty face returns, my like, big brother slash daddy figure goes bamf, yeah? Yeah.
No, no, no. I'm good, I'm good. Just...thinkin' and, you know, someone real close to me, real, real close, he told me once: 'Ravna. I know you can hear me, boy, so listen, and listen like I am one of the Gods - you can go to Eurus. You could wander to Cardia. You could go to Everwinter. But family? Is family. We don't take kind to someone when they look at family, our family, like a victim. We sure as fuck don't forgive. We ain't called 'The Huggers', boy, we're The Cullers.'
Mhmm...been thinkin' on him. You know. What he said. Didju know he tried to get Ajus to stop whipping me that time? Yeeeaaah, yeah.
Well, babycakes. You got that all written down? Good, 'cuz the goods must flow.
Hahahaaaa. So, get this, yeah? A month before my pretty face returns, my like, big brother slash daddy figure goes bamf, yeah? Yeah.
No, no, no. I'm good, I'm good. Just...thinkin' and, you know, someone real close to me, real, real close, he told me once: 'Ravna. I know you can hear me, boy, so listen, and listen like I am one of the Gods - you can go to Eurus. You could wander to Cardia. You could go to Everwinter. But family? Is family. We don't take kind to someone when they look at family, our family, like a victim. We sure as fuck don't forgive. We ain't called 'The Huggers', boy, we're The Cullers.'
Mhmm...been thinkin' on him. You know. What he said. Didju know he tried to get Ajus to stop whipping me that time? Yeeeaaah, yeah.
Well, babycakes. You got that all written down? Good, 'cuz the goods must flow.
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