Written By Sirius
April 16, 2020, 4:45 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Or whosoever spirited, kindly scholar that here-in peeks at this letter upon delivery,
I have missed long the opportunity to write to your archives again. I must admit, there's a certain weariness to my being that is exacerbated with the accumulation of days that pass by, where I'm not chanced to put in paper my woes for you, Custodian of Knowledge. It is a strange, odd feeling that has been marinating in me -- as if by some measure, failing to subscribe my doings to your shelves is against my health or, at the least, my hope for legacy,
Either way, it doesn't matter much,
Winter, as too the last, has made a familiar number upon my being. My nose's, seemingly, perpetually clogged. Skin is peeling off of its surface, too -- I've even obtained freckles I knew not to have. A Mercy deemed it natural, claimed the changing heat and cold my skin's constantly exposed to is the perpetrator, but what can I do? A mere few inches too far from any fire is enough to make me feel as if I'm freezing again, and I've never been one of poor constitution. Wherefor that Valardin grit known of my family? It's gone now,
It's just Sirius, now,
Getting cold. Feeling itches on his elbows, his toes quick to get freezing sweat on them too. More lethargic by the day. I nearly fell asleep on my horse last I drilled the men too, doing our eleventh foot rehearsal. Unacceptable. Shameful, too, and I blame the tea. It is not strong enough- it used to be I could sleep only four hours, have a proper cup, and I'd be good for the day whole to tackle its many challenges,
Tea, however, doesn't come as good as it used to. Or as strong. And it matters not how caffeinated I am, my body just falls apart and is quick to hang slack when I need it the most. Must be I'm getting old... coming off of my prime at eighteen, I can already see the white hair prickling out of my chin. My hairline receding. Wait, scratch that; we won't even joke about that. I did have an uncle... nevermind, let us not even summon the memory of Prince Landry.
I hope, perhaps, that in the future I'll have more time to defer to you my woes and worries once more, old wizened Vellichor. Also, worry not about my nose any longer- a kindly flower gifted me a cloak recently. I owe her more than she could know.
Written By Evaristo
April 16, 2020, 4:16 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
I would have hired some people to carry everything!
Can not WAIT to shop there!
Written By Jyri
April 16, 2020, 3:43 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Written By Cadern
April 16, 2020, 2:54 a.m.(2/15/1013 AR)
Written By Tanith
April 16, 2020, 2:23 a.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Corrigan
Written By Sydney
April 15, 2020, 10:48 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
No, I have not yet ceased to drink alcohol. With all that's going on, I dare you to try it. It's enough that I've reduced the frequency of making an ass of myself in bars, is it not?
It is.
Written By Cambria
April 15, 2020, 7:11 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Written By Jules
April 15, 2020, 4:53 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Written By Jules
April 15, 2020, 4:51 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Written By Corrigan
April 15, 2020, 4:13 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tanith
Written By Raymesin
April 15, 2020, 3:35 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
We need to get the flour delivery in, she said.
Don't wear anything black, she said.
I don't /have/ anything not black, Scholar! And she's only just taken the bakery over, so there was a lot more than just flour to get in, too. From noon 'til dinner time. And there went my day off.
Ah well. At least she fed me.
Written By Azova
April 15, 2020, 2:31 p.m.(2/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Written By Isidora
April 15, 2020, 2:22 p.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
Yes scribe that is what I wish to say. No I do not wish to say more.
Written By Strozza
April 15, 2020, 1:41 p.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
I shall take it.
Written By Brigid
April 15, 2020, 1:40 p.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
I only hope that upon my waking, the dream still remains simply that - unfounded in reality.
Written By Lucita
April 15, 2020, 10:21 a.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Nina
Written By Tanith
April 15, 2020, 3:28 a.m.(2/13/1013 AR)
Written By Sydney
April 15, 2020, 12:32 a.m.(2/12/1013 AR)
Even I'm not immune to fearing a cold shoulder from a warm heart, so I'm glad it wasn't the case.
Written By Esme
April 14, 2020, 10:25 p.m.(2/12/1013 AR)
Also, so are leatherworkers.
That's all.
No, I haven't been drinking? Why do you ask? Are you offering a drink?
Written By Eirene
April 14, 2020, 4:09 p.m.(2/12/1013 AR)
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