Written By Lucita
April 2, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Luis
Written By Lucita
April 2, 2020, 9:46 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Estaban
Written By Beatrice
April 2, 2020, 9:26 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Still, I could not have asked for a kinder or warmer welcome from old friends and new acquaintances both. Nilanza has many beauties, but even it pales to your company. Let's build something magnificent to admire in the spring.
Written By Aedric
April 2, 2020, 8:58 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
We Blackshore men are born of the sea. It is as much our home as the Mourning Isles. No matter the enemy, be they pirate or Eurusi, it is better to sink gently into her cold, dispassionate embrace than succumb to injury from axe or arrow. We welcome fate, and as such we will demonstrate to our adversaries that we are a manifestation of the very thing they seek to exploit and conquer.
He appeared satisfied with this explanation and donned a spare breastplate.
The war will be won. Of this I have no doubt.
Written By Charis
April 2, 2020, 5:15 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
They'd say that no, no Charis, you weren't ever good for talk, but I know they'd say it laughing. I was good for laughing then too.
The work comes in though. It's quiet, it's heavy like the blanket of snow outside. A comfortable weight. A comfortable silence, close to the sound a rich bolt makes when passed over on the shelf for the one next to it; it'll have its turn eventually. There's no firelight in the shop, no pine to breathe in... no roots at the small of my back either, or pebbles in my boot, chapped nose, chapped lips. Red's not a colour to flinch from, any longer. It suits those I serve very well. Brings out the gold in them, skin or eyes or hair or just the way they turn their head to say the quick, clever things folks here are prone to voice.
Jayus favours me here and has been good to my needle. I'm fortunate in that. Maybe he'll help inspire my tongue next as I settle in, so I'm not left the fool empty-handed, unarmed, in the sorties that come about within these walls.
Written By Rowenova
April 2, 2020, 3:50 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
Written By Dianna
April 2, 2020, 2:27 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Hilja knows better, though; she knows exactly how little I had to drink - and exactly how much brandy was left!
Anyway, I don't know what they're going on about.
I could speak. I could swear I was speaking in full sentences.
Wash was there, and Lord Iroh, too.
And everyone knows I can hold my brandy. Why, I once drank two bottles before I felt dizzy. And almost three before I needed to sleep.
Written By Sydney
April 1, 2020, 11:58 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
The snow blends in with the dirt outside and creates a hell of a mudpit that you can't help but track slush and mud in when you step in, and allegedly there's somewhere to clean off your feet, but this sounds made up to me.
The company was eerily similar tonight. It's been about a year since that day, and what a year. It hardly seem real, not by half.
Three of four of us. I wonder what it would be like, now, with the missing quarter?
I think we'd be laughing more.
Written By Ilvin
April 1, 2020, 11:50 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Rosalie
Written By Veronica
April 1, 2020, 8:28 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Written By Adalyn
April 1, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
The prospect of having children now seems a bit more daunting. Gods bless the Laurent nannies.
Written By Cambria
April 1, 2020, 6:37 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Written By Amari
April 1, 2020, 5:35 p.m.(1/14/1013 AR)
Written By Rymarr
April 1, 2020, 2:15 p.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
That no matter what, you're prepared to never give them up.
Written By Sydney
April 1, 2020, 12:45 p.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Pushed myself a touch too hard, but such is the nature of these things.
Written By Rukhnis
April 1, 2020, 12:38 p.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Written By Sabella
April 1, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
I really cannot wait!
Written By Strozza
April 1, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Written By Gwenna
April 1, 2020, 8:53 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Written By Dariel
April 1, 2020, 8:29 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
I remember being in the Grotto not all that long after I arrived in the city when I first met Cady. Lady Arcadia Leary as she then was at the time. I want to say she bombed the pool I was in at the time, but I suspect that may be the embellishment of memory. Somehow, we became friends despite the glitter bombs and the stealing of my tea every time she appeared in the Bold after me. A fact that still surprises me.
Lady Cady became Countess Cady when she married into a house in the far north. She embraced the northerness and loved it in a way that Cady would do. Utterly. I remember when she got married receiving messages saying she had to grow up and become a countess. That she had to be serious about things now and not be that old Cady. Sadly she soon realised that wasn't true. She could be both the serious, responsible one for her new home and still enjoy the same things. She helped her new home and saw it elevated to become a Marquessa. She had two lovely children. She always remained the same Cady at heart to me though.
I know some people saw Cady's playful side as childish, but those people are wrong. You had a thirst for adventure. While I did not share it, I always always had admired how it was so much a part of you. I don't know I've ever met someone more true to themselves than you.
Goodbye my friend.
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