Written By Josephine
July 18, 2019, 10:27 a.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
I remember my mother getting exasperated with me when I would tell her that she was using the wrong gem. Or my father looking at me strangely when I would change out the ingots that would be going in someones armor. Disharmony I said. It will not be at it's finest, there will be a flaw, this will protect them better. The pieces will blend. An arrow will not pierce there where there is weakness.
They thought I was odd. They still think I am odd. My world has rarely been a quiet one, not even the sanctuary of my own home. Water has never been a delight save to drink and bathe and even then if I could avoid it, I would. The sea takes from me, has always taken from me, even when I have given it two of my children. Mangata does not favor me. But that is fine. Or maybe it is that I do not favour her?
No piece leaves my hands unless I am satisfied. Unless they sing in joy and delight, tells me they are content, satisfied and happy. Some times, sometimes that takes some time. There has been a piece that I have been working on for the better part of half a year. A piece that sits upside down upon the brow instead of rising to lofty heights. A gift commissioned for another, a celebration of life, of success and no matter how much it is denied, I am sure, affection.
No doubt that the incessant chattering about the thawed dwarves were what kept me from finishing it sooner. It has been hard, harder I should say, to pry from the stones and the metals, what they wish to be, if they are satisfied with arrangements, will they get along with one another. It has sat on the corner of my bench and I have talked with it. It with me. It was the longest that I have worked on a piece. Every now and then I would listen and then take it down, fix this. heat up that part and apply pressure just so. Less than perfection would not do. Gods alone knows he woo'd me and properly to make this piece when I was taking no commissions.
And then, I took it up one last time. I don't know why, just the urge to sit and hold it. It was the dead of the night and I should have gone home. My leg ached a little less though and so I stayed and took it down and come the morning I called him in after hours spent working and polishing. Setting in the epiphanites. If I should never, make something such as this again, I shall be fine. But this was not the stones, or the metal. This was a guiding hand.
I am exhausted. But this is a good exhaustion. I am elated.
I was hard pressed to give it up.
I give another child to the world, one of metal and gems that tells a tale of four and many score. Of a woman with dark hair and a smile who takes a hand. Of a smith who works tirelessly over her bench at delicate tasks. Of a man who works to hammer water and of many hands joining to make something beautiful.
And a woman with golden eyes. That... well. That I have no context for.
I am just odd. But I am fine with odd if this is what oddity inspires.
They thought I was odd. They still think I am odd. My world has rarely been a quiet one, not even the sanctuary of my own home. Water has never been a delight save to drink and bathe and even then if I could avoid it, I would. The sea takes from me, has always taken from me, even when I have given it two of my children. Mangata does not favor me. But that is fine. Or maybe it is that I do not favour her?
No piece leaves my hands unless I am satisfied. Unless they sing in joy and delight, tells me they are content, satisfied and happy. Some times, sometimes that takes some time. There has been a piece that I have been working on for the better part of half a year. A piece that sits upside down upon the brow instead of rising to lofty heights. A gift commissioned for another, a celebration of life, of success and no matter how much it is denied, I am sure, affection.
No doubt that the incessant chattering about the thawed dwarves were what kept me from finishing it sooner. It has been hard, harder I should say, to pry from the stones and the metals, what they wish to be, if they are satisfied with arrangements, will they get along with one another. It has sat on the corner of my bench and I have talked with it. It with me. It was the longest that I have worked on a piece. Every now and then I would listen and then take it down, fix this. heat up that part and apply pressure just so. Less than perfection would not do. Gods alone knows he woo'd me and properly to make this piece when I was taking no commissions.
And then, I took it up one last time. I don't know why, just the urge to sit and hold it. It was the dead of the night and I should have gone home. My leg ached a little less though and so I stayed and took it down and come the morning I called him in after hours spent working and polishing. Setting in the epiphanites. If I should never, make something such as this again, I shall be fine. But this was not the stones, or the metal. This was a guiding hand.
I am exhausted. But this is a good exhaustion. I am elated.
I was hard pressed to give it up.
I give another child to the world, one of metal and gems that tells a tale of four and many score. Of a woman with dark hair and a smile who takes a hand. Of a smith who works tirelessly over her bench at delicate tasks. Of a man who works to hammer water and of many hands joining to make something beautiful.
And a woman with golden eyes. That... well. That I have no context for.
I am just odd. But I am fine with odd if this is what oddity inspires.
Written By Thena
July 18, 2019, 9 a.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Stop saying nice things about me in the journals, you're ruining my carefully cultivated reputation.
Written By Tyrus
July 18, 2019, 8:01 a.m.(6/26/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Lora
Calling Miss Wendy fat is surely an exaggeration, for what harm could there be in offering the good wren some berries every time we per chance meet?
Besides, she spends all her energy flying about and hopping, I'm sure. I would never call you, Lady Lora, a liar. But I must call these words on Miss Wendy's shape slanderous, and believe deserving of an apology to your loyal and devoted companion.
Besides, she spends all her energy flying about and hopping, I'm sure. I would never call you, Lady Lora, a liar. But I must call these words on Miss Wendy's shape slanderous, and believe deserving of an apology to your loyal and devoted companion.
Written By Mabelle
July 18, 2019, 7:13 a.m.(6/25/1011 AR)
Researching the seaside for its unique fragrances does not always give the flowery scent one might hope for.
I'm never touching fish again.
I'm never touching fish again.
Written By Domonico
July 18, 2019, 3:47 a.m.(6/25/1011 AR)
The joy of returning to Southport and seeing my wife Aahana and daughter Palania was tragically cut short at the news of the murder of her uncle Lord Syd Volkov.
Now she is beside herself with worry and grief and I can only pray that the perpertrators are found before Iong.
I may need to return to Arx sooner than I thought.
Now she is beside herself with worry and grief and I can only pray that the perpertrators are found before Iong.
I may need to return to Arx sooner than I thought.
Written By Gaspar
July 17, 2019, 9:43 p.m.(6/25/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cassima
Your Highness, if we cannot call each other friends after what we went through last night, I dare say I don't have any real friends at all.
At first I was honored with how open you were with me. But that was formality talking. That propriety, if you will. By the time I left, I felt as though you are truly one of the only people in Arx that I truly "know" and yet there is so much more to learn from and about you. I hope that day is one of those we talked about yesterday. A day of conscious choosing. Of healing.
I hope we can speak that honestly and earnestly about anything.
At first I was honored with how open you were with me. But that was formality talking. That propriety, if you will. By the time I left, I felt as though you are truly one of the only people in Arx that I truly "know" and yet there is so much more to learn from and about you. I hope that day is one of those we talked about yesterday. A day of conscious choosing. Of healing.
I hope we can speak that honestly and earnestly about anything.
Written By Lora
July 17, 2019, 5:34 p.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
Have you ever seen a fat wren?
I hadn't. Then Wendy met a certain driftwood Prince of Thrax and now she's becoming quite round.
I hadn't. Then Wendy met a certain driftwood Prince of Thrax and now she's becoming quite round.
Written By Juniper
July 17, 2019, 4:07 p.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
Next season, everyone should try to think of what tree they would be. Or berries! What berry would you be?
I do not suggest this because I have a head start on my answer, not at all.
I do not suggest this because I have a head start on my answer, not at all.
Written By Ember
July 17, 2019, 3:03 p.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
I have returned to Redreef Estate, after a lengthy but productive set of trips tending to affairs in both the Maelstrom and Redreef Shores. I never expected to return to a fully peaceful and quiet Arx, for I am not sure such a thing has ever existed for longer than a few hours at a time. However, the developments in my absence are enough to leave me disquieted.
Firstly, as I have already made public, House Redreef stands alongside Legate Aureth on the matter of Eurusi trade. The future that we as a House seek to build is not one that includes men, women, and children being bought and sold as thought they were herds of livestock. Economists may look at the amount of coin sacrificed to give these people their freedom and despair, but that loss of coin will be short-lived compared to the lasting judgment of history.
Secondly, the murder of Lord Syd Volkov and the desecration of his body thereafter are crimes for which no penalty can be considered too steep. The City of Arx is not a battlefield, and none can rightfully claim the madness of war as justification. If any member or associate of House Redreef possesses information about what was done, they are to make it known. If I find that any under my watch or in my circle have concealed such information, I promise consequences.
Firstly, as I have already made public, House Redreef stands alongside Legate Aureth on the matter of Eurusi trade. The future that we as a House seek to build is not one that includes men, women, and children being bought and sold as thought they were herds of livestock. Economists may look at the amount of coin sacrificed to give these people their freedom and despair, but that loss of coin will be short-lived compared to the lasting judgment of history.
Secondly, the murder of Lord Syd Volkov and the desecration of his body thereafter are crimes for which no penalty can be considered too steep. The City of Arx is not a battlefield, and none can rightfully claim the madness of war as justification. If any member or associate of House Redreef possesses information about what was done, they are to make it known. If I find that any under my watch or in my circle have concealed such information, I promise consequences.
Written By Gwenna
July 17, 2019, 1:49 p.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
The flower debate is perhaps ridiculously easy for me: snowflower, of course.
Written By Willow
July 17, 2019, 11:32 a.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
Limerance is proving a more difficult study than Lagoma as painting ideas go. Little surprise, perhaps, given that Lagoma is associated with symbols of so many things. The symbolism of Limerance is a lot more challenging to capture in a single moment and thus image.
Written By Jael
July 17, 2019, 11:30 a.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Mabelle
But then coffee is also much improved by adding half a mug of honey.
Clearly the honey is the deciding factor.
Clearly the honey is the deciding factor.
Written By Peri
July 17, 2019, 10:55 a.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
Who are the Triarchs?
Recently I was chatting people in the Ambassador Salon and of course the topic of our foreign visitors and Platinum came up. I was told that Arx once received a mysterious delivery of platinum. How intriguing. I went to the archives to search through our recent history. There are many whites about platinum - the metal, the coin, the emperor of the Undying Empire. I found ones about about the delivery of ballistae in 1007.
But even more intriguing, I read whites about the Canticle of the Long Vigil written by Father Alessandro Rubino long ago. He wrote, "beware the coming war between a Platinum Empire, the Triarchs and the lords of the sky." Maybe there was an unstable balance of powers that he saw and his warning was of what would happen if the balance was tipped. Perhaps I can find this canticle to read for myself.
I was not diligent in my study of history as a child, thus I do not have insight from this to apply to our present day. On the other hand, I am a nonpareil sailor. Give me a ship, and I can take a historian anywhere.
Recently I was chatting people in the Ambassador Salon and of course the topic of our foreign visitors and Platinum came up. I was told that Arx once received a mysterious delivery of platinum. How intriguing. I went to the archives to search through our recent history. There are many whites about platinum - the metal, the coin, the emperor of the Undying Empire. I found ones about about the delivery of ballistae in 1007.
But even more intriguing, I read whites about the Canticle of the Long Vigil written by Father Alessandro Rubino long ago. He wrote, "beware the coming war between a Platinum Empire, the Triarchs and the lords of the sky." Maybe there was an unstable balance of powers that he saw and his warning was of what would happen if the balance was tipped. Perhaps I can find this canticle to read for myself.
I was not diligent in my study of history as a child, thus I do not have insight from this to apply to our present day. On the other hand, I am a nonpareil sailor. Give me a ship, and I can take a historian anywhere.
Written By Sparte
July 17, 2019, 9:45 a.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
If I had to be a flower, I suppose I'd be one of those bugs that pretend they're a flower. You thought I was a flower? Aha, but in reality I am a butterfly! And then I guess I'd flap away awkwardly. Seems accurate to life.
Written By Lisebet
July 17, 2019, 9:06 a.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
The Royal 3 year olds know how to throw a party.
Also, the olives were very good, but a tad spicy. I may still have heartburn.
Also, the olives were very good, but a tad spicy. I may still have heartburn.
Written By Raimon
July 17, 2019, 3:07 a.m.(6/23/1011 AR)
My training continues to go well. I am thankful to those who have assisted me in honing my skills.
Written By Sina
July 17, 2019, 2:32 a.m.(6/23/1011 AR)
The Scholars stand firmly in support of Legate Aureth's decree.
Written By Mabelle
July 17, 2019, 1:21 a.m.(6/23/1011 AR)
Your problem with tea is that you are drinking it wrong.
Just fill at least half the mug with honey.
Just fill at least half the mug with honey.
Written By Brianna
July 17, 2019, 1:18 a.m.(6/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Lilacs. Definitely lilacs.
Written By Elisha
July 17, 2019, 12:15 a.m.(6/23/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Lora
I am born of the mist
churned by the tide
that batters the breakwaters
of the Morning Isles,
you told me.
I was happy for a time.
I am beloved of the roses
and the drowned
and the men
who seize their own souls
on quiet roads,
and release them again,
to die
in quiet dreams of me.
I was happy for a time.
* * *
No riddle is impossible, my love,
I tell her,
with tears in my throat.
The lack of an answer is more than an answer,
the lack of an answer is precisely that which you seek.
churned by the tide
that batters the breakwaters
of the Morning Isles,
you told me.
I was happy for a time.
I am beloved of the roses
and the drowned
and the men
who seize their own souls
on quiet roads,
and release them again,
to die
in quiet dreams of me.
I was happy for a time.
* * *
No riddle is impossible, my love,
I tell her,
with tears in my throat.
The lack of an answer is more than an answer,
the lack of an answer is precisely that which you seek.
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