Written By Wren
Oct. 8, 2019, 4:44 p.m.(12/23/1011 AR)
It is high time for new wintertime boots and dresses though one may argue I am slow in action as winter lingers closer than summer. No, this is the ideal time to practice and ply my trade. Soft furs from the North are very much in vogue, notably marmot furs from my understanding. Maybe some remain in the markets, and I can match them off with jewels that have long languished in their velvet boxes, ready to be made into something new.
And then perhaps some socializing as I owe some letters and calls. Not that I am ever in the clear when it comes to owing messages or calls when my family is concerned.
Written By Saoirse
Oct. 8, 2019, 3:26 p.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
Written By Astrid
Oct. 8, 2019, 2:38 p.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
Tonight I heard again how much I resemble a woman I don't remember.
I heard words in a language I had not spoken since my earliest days, hearing the cadence and twists in a tongue that my mother may have taught me.
Tonight I watched my grandmother pass away, believing me to be my mother. I found an aunt, a horde of cousins, the blood I never had. And I let them know that no matter how lost they thought I was to them, I was raised well here. I had family. I had a roof and food, teachers, adventure.
I've spent several decades as an oprhan, raised an Ulbran, and had given up on the ideas of being scooped up by the family that had lost me. I had gone through the angst phase of thinking about being abandoned. To find something of the past you never looked for is humbling. Confusing.
I am not resentful though. I am, instead, pleased to hear my mother followed the directions of Sklad her whole life. Maybe that life has ended. Maybe it has not. But apparently she had some great stories to go with it.
Written By Eleanor
Oct. 8, 2019, 12:18 p.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alecstazi
Written By Elisha
Oct. 8, 2019, 12:05 p.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
In every shrine of the Compact, every room is different and set in a different order, but as soon as the explorer arrives at an unknown cathedral and his eye penetrates the pinecone of spires and lancets and arches, following the scrawl of canals, gardens, rubbish heaps, he immediately distinguishes which are the princesses' balconies, the seraphs' lecterns, the tavern, the hospice, the slum.
This confirms the certainty that the explorer bears in their mind a Faith made only of differences, a Faith without figures and without form, a Faith of perfect parts which each individual faith only dimly reflects.
This is not true of the charlatan's chapel.
In every point of this storefront shrine you can, in turn, sleep, beg, sing, steal, fuck, reign, sell, and question false oracles. Any one of its dingy windows might open to the midwife's chamber or the thrall's fighting pit. The explorer roams the dusty corners and has nothing but doubts: as they are unable to distinguish the features of the chapel, the features they keep distinct in their mind also mingle.
You ask yourself this: What line separates the inside from the outside, the rumble of snoring from the thrusting of swords?
(One approach contains what is accepted as necessary when it is not so; the others, what is imagined as possible when, a moment later, it is possible no longer.)
Written By Cassandra
Oct. 8, 2019, 11:18 a.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
What proceeds is a murder based on jealousy from the looks of it, with another woman being taken into custody. While I give thanks to my trio of Templars who travel with me, it was the actions of Officer Merek Black, Princess Reese Grayson, Lady Zoey Kennex, and Count Graham Byrne. They leapt into action when it was required.
Gloria bless them for their courage.
Written By Teagan
Oct. 8, 2019, 9:45 a.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Alarissa
We have both weathered too much in the time since. Far too much. We have seen too much. Bore too much. She does better than she gives herself credit for, but it is understandable given the circumstances and in time, she will see through to the other side. I believe it normal that we never know just how strong we are until we have set down the weight we are carrying.
She gave me some advice. Some of it more difficult to hear than the rest. I intend to see it through all the same.
Written By Amund
Oct. 8, 2019, 9:45 a.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
Written By Tyrus
Oct. 8, 2019, 9:31 a.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
There are basic truths in this Dream. To doubt or deny them only risks a rude awakening.
Written By Willow
Oct. 8, 2019, 4:36 a.m.(12/22/1011 AR)
I will never forget what I saw at Twilight Dale, and can only imagine the wolf referred to by Arcadia and Rysen in the whites is the same one she saved me from. I would go a thousand times into danger to help someone in need, but I hope never to see that beast again.
Written By Shard
Oct. 8, 2019, 3:08 a.m.(12/21/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cahal
Written By Mirari
Oct. 7, 2019, 10:38 p.m.(12/21/1011 AR)
I set my sight upon my ledgers and they bring me no joy. I have no desire to clothe myself in silver.
For all my silks, for all my wealth...
I no longer have a sense of self.
I guess, instead, I shall turn to commissions for exclusive perfumes.
Written By Arcadia
Oct. 7, 2019, 10:36 p.m.(12/21/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Porter
I have tried bathing in alcohol and while it has lessened the effect of the ink. It's still there.
I will also pay if anyone can think of a prank that tops this.
Written By Cahal
Oct. 7, 2019, 8:26 p.m.(12/21/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
Whilst I am not entirely happy about you taking the decision without me.
You should know that I do believe it was the right one.
Thank you.
Written By Aureth
Oct. 7, 2019, 8:07 p.m.(12/21/1011 AR)
I was going to write more, but honestly that's it. That's all I've got. Do not do this.
Written By Cristoph
Oct. 7, 2019, 7:15 p.m.(12/21/1011 AR)
Written By Sparte
Oct. 7, 2019, 3:48 p.m.(12/21/1011 AR)
But if you're serious about it, I'll introduce you to the litter.
Written By Martino
Oct. 7, 2019, 3:44 p.m.(12/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
To lie, however, to ensure protect yourself and to avoid an apology is an act of shameful, selfishness.
That, truly, earns a high mark of disrespect.
Written By Preston
Oct. 7, 2019, 1:14 p.m.(12/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
Written By Icelyn
Oct. 7, 2019, 11:15 a.m.(12/20/1011 AR)
I feel the need to go - somewhere. To do - something. To wake myself up while the rest of nature begins to fall asleep.
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