Written By Martino
March 29, 2019, 7 a.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
A lovely birthday party for the Lady Kaia yesterday morning. Such excellent company all round and was truly impressive so see such a great number of friends to come along.
Also, a ballroom floor. Did manage to get one other couple up on it - next time we shall have more.
Also, a ballroom floor. Did manage to get one other couple up on it - next time we shall have more.
Written By Ida
March 29, 2019, 6:50 a.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
"Idaing" is only charging cost for items, or under cost, or just giving them away for free. Which I figure I make up with shop sales, but sometimes someone comes in asking for steel when, really, they should have rubicund in their hands to fight the ills of the world. It's not as scary as one might have hoped their name might be when turned into a verb, admittedly.
Maybe it could also mean getting punched for free? An upgraded punch, if you will. "Back off before you get Idaed." "Don't make me Ida you in the face."
Now /I'm/ curious how you use it. Those times I've thought I heard you calling me from your shop, I figured there must be a spider and much as I love you, I don't do spiders.
Maybe it could also mean getting punched for free? An upgraded punch, if you will. "Back off before you get Idaed." "Don't make me Ida you in the face."
Now /I'm/ curious how you use it. Those times I've thought I heard you calling me from your shop, I figured there must be a spider and much as I love you, I don't do spiders.
Written By Skye
March 29, 2019, 5:08 a.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
When I was a little girl, my best friend was Horacio. He was the cook's son, and would sneak me treats when my uncle was cross at me. He always tried to shoulder my childhood burdens and do silly things to make me laugh when life would get to be too much. He had such dreams of running away and becoming a legendary hero. He'd point to the big ships in the bay and tell me about all the adventures he would have. For some reason in all our childhood games, I was the damsel he was going to rescue. He would get very angry at me if I tried to rescue him.
Then we grew up, and reality of our differences drove a divide. My mother who never minded our playful antics suddenly asked me to stop spending time with him. It wasn't appropriate. Horacio pushed me away, telling me that a fine lady had no place spending time in his company. He had his duties to see to. It seemed like the world had very clear definitions on what role each one of us had to play. Any time I tried to spend time with my best friend, it was now a crime. He turned his eye towards other girls, their laughter had a different ring. It was hard at first. Being turned away at every moment. Being put back in my place. Being reminded of my family's expectations.
They call it growing up. Part of me pines for the days where I didn't see any divides. Part of me wonders what would have happened if he had left the isle to seek his fortune. Maybe he'd still be here, instead of perishing in the destruction. We were not born into the same circumstances but he was the best of friends. I miss his youthful exuberance, his laughing eyes and teasing ways. I mourn the man he will never get to be. He was a true friend to a lonely little girl who lived in a tower.
Then we grew up, and reality of our differences drove a divide. My mother who never minded our playful antics suddenly asked me to stop spending time with him. It wasn't appropriate. Horacio pushed me away, telling me that a fine lady had no place spending time in his company. He had his duties to see to. It seemed like the world had very clear definitions on what role each one of us had to play. Any time I tried to spend time with my best friend, it was now a crime. He turned his eye towards other girls, their laughter had a different ring. It was hard at first. Being turned away at every moment. Being put back in my place. Being reminded of my family's expectations.
They call it growing up. Part of me pines for the days where I didn't see any divides. Part of me wonders what would have happened if he had left the isle to seek his fortune. Maybe he'd still be here, instead of perishing in the destruction. We were not born into the same circumstances but he was the best of friends. I miss his youthful exuberance, his laughing eyes and teasing ways. I mourn the man he will never get to be. He was a true friend to a lonely little girl who lived in a tower.
Written By Olivia
March 29, 2019, 2:46 a.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
*This journal entry is just a frownie face.*
Written By Vercyn
March 29, 2019, 2:16 a.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
Mistress Josephine is a true artist in what she can do with Jewel and Metal. Moreso, she has a keen eye for business and service and has ensured that I continue to go to her for things that I might be able to acquire.
Recent incidents have caused me to marvel even further and her with and the services that she provides.
Recent incidents have caused me to marvel even further and her with and the services that she provides.
Written By Jeffeth
March 29, 2019, 12:31 a.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gretchen
Thank you.
Written By Teagan
March 29, 2019, 12:06 a.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Josephine
As always, it is a pleasure to deal with Mistress Josephine. I know I will be able to find the materials I need to purchase at a (more than) fair price...and particularly in the volume I frequently need to purchase them at.
Honestly, it's usually the volume that does me in. I don't know how she does it, but truly: if you need more than just one or two pieces of something that's a bit expensive or rare, she is the one who you can almost guarantee will be able to provide it at a great deal.
Honestly, it's usually the volume that does me in. I don't know how she does it, but truly: if you need more than just one or two pieces of something that's a bit expensive or rare, she is the one who you can almost guarantee will be able to provide it at a great deal.
Written By Berenice
March 28, 2019, 11:29 p.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
I, for one, am quite relieved to hear that unrelated third parties are doing the important work of investigating potential improprieties in the King's business by doing a thorough interrogation of one entire side of the matter. I certainly feel much more at ease in the task that's been entrusted to me!
Written By Teagan
March 28, 2019, 11:20 p.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
I miss my brother.
I even miss his attempts to put new fissures in the table in the hall.
I even miss his attempts to put new fissures in the table in the hall.
Written By Thena
March 28, 2019, 11:17 p.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Torian
Not to put too fine a point on it, yes. That is exactly the plan.
Written By Joscelin
March 28, 2019, 10:48 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Another unexpected issue with having little boys around: they think their pockets are make-shift menageries, and if you put their little 'pets' back in the garden they scold you for murder.
'It's -too cold-, Auntie Josie. Kraken-Snail needs to be -inside-, with -me-, and we will keep him safe and warm -all winter-.' He stamped his foot. HE STAMPED HIS FOOT.
Just like his mother.
Oh, and there's no reasoning with a four year old, either, no matter how well-spoken they are, no matter how much like a crotchety old man they seem to be.
No. Reasoning.
'It's -too cold-, Auntie Josie. Kraken-Snail needs to be -inside-, with -me-, and we will keep him safe and warm -all winter-.' He stamped his foot. HE STAMPED HIS FOOT.
Just like his mother.
Oh, and there's no reasoning with a four year old, either, no matter how well-spoken they are, no matter how much like a crotchety old man they seem to be.
No. Reasoning.
Written By Josephine
March 28, 2019, 10:39 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jeffeth
Whether you meant to or not, it's far too late and each apology you layer upon the other does little to increase any sincerity.
Get yourself to a Whisper boy, not to the nearest station to write a white. I'm not interested in any more apologies no more so than I was interested in the first one. You want to make it up? Go learn a little at the hand of Bliss Whisper. She learned how to turn a sows ear into a silk purse and match it to every outfit and set of jewelry. You ask her to explain to you how it looks when you try to knocked down twenty thousand silver and claiming that you are poor in coin as you are trying to get Alaricite, while wearing and wielding Diamondplate, Alaricite and Star Iron. When I have your names in my ledgers buying Alaricite and diamond plate in the past and nary a complaint about the price before.
I do not need nor want anymore of your apologies. Actions boy, not words. Actions got you to Knight commander, not pretty words for the benefit of all to see in the whites. What you wrote may not be what you intended but it is what was reflected and portrayed. A braying boy who tried to guilt and boss an old woman into selling her ingot of metal for prices that you felt better suited your sensibilities, as opposed to what they were actually worth.
In fact, as I write this from my forge, I have an idea to prove your sincerity and sorrow at your folly. Go spend an hour or two or even three within someone forge or shop. Find someone willing to let you swing their hammer, or pass some needles through fabric, or mix some scents, work with some wood. Go spend a few days sweltering over a forge to make something, or spent a few hours in the market with Master Gilroy since he took pity on you and your damp eyes, and see how easy it is to procure goods at a price that allows you to pass on savings to the customer but still make money. Gain appreciation for what you wear upon your body, and cart about with you, or sit upon, sleep upon, eat and drink.
Then go spend a few hours within Gild's shrine and thank him for our marketplace and the people in it that allow you the privilege of procuring these goods at below market, to serve Gild as you do and how you do. Go to Jayus and thank him for the inspiration that is bestowed upon those who will fashion your Alaricite into something beautiful and inspiring upon the battlefield. Go then to Gloria and thank her for the opportunity that she affords you, to wield the inevitable weapon that Alaricite will be, or armor, into battle and that it protect you and afford you the opportunity to return home to those you call brothers and sisters. Go to the Queen of Endings and thank her for this turn upon the wheel and for granting you this chance at life to do what you do so well. To Lagoma, and offer thanks for the countless Mercies who heal you and the opportunity for growth that this incident will and does afford you. To change, for the better.
Go then to the Shrine of the First Choice, and thank Skald for the choices that you have in the market, and Vellichor for the knowledge that allows countless smiths and crafters to do what they do from knowledge that has passed on. Visit all the gods for a few hours and reflect.
Then when you're done. When you've shown contrition that would make even Sentinel nod in approval, go collect charcoal from Lagoma's shrine and deliver it to the crafters who work hard. So that they make take the change that has visited upon the bright lady's shrine and use it in their forges and fires, to make beautiful things and find encouragement and spread the faith's light across the city.
Then, and only then Sir Bayweather, will I accept your apology. That and when a Whisper tells me that you've learned your lesson and won't be casually tossing about how you can get something cheaper from somewhere else like it was last weeks stockings.
I tell you what boy. Have them send the bill to me, since you apparently are a pauper. I'll cover that bill out of the kindness of my heart.
Get yourself to a Whisper boy, not to the nearest station to write a white. I'm not interested in any more apologies no more so than I was interested in the first one. You want to make it up? Go learn a little at the hand of Bliss Whisper. She learned how to turn a sows ear into a silk purse and match it to every outfit and set of jewelry. You ask her to explain to you how it looks when you try to knocked down twenty thousand silver and claiming that you are poor in coin as you are trying to get Alaricite, while wearing and wielding Diamondplate, Alaricite and Star Iron. When I have your names in my ledgers buying Alaricite and diamond plate in the past and nary a complaint about the price before.
I do not need nor want anymore of your apologies. Actions boy, not words. Actions got you to Knight commander, not pretty words for the benefit of all to see in the whites. What you wrote may not be what you intended but it is what was reflected and portrayed. A braying boy who tried to guilt and boss an old woman into selling her ingot of metal for prices that you felt better suited your sensibilities, as opposed to what they were actually worth.
In fact, as I write this from my forge, I have an idea to prove your sincerity and sorrow at your folly. Go spend an hour or two or even three within someone forge or shop. Find someone willing to let you swing their hammer, or pass some needles through fabric, or mix some scents, work with some wood. Go spend a few days sweltering over a forge to make something, or spent a few hours in the market with Master Gilroy since he took pity on you and your damp eyes, and see how easy it is to procure goods at a price that allows you to pass on savings to the customer but still make money. Gain appreciation for what you wear upon your body, and cart about with you, or sit upon, sleep upon, eat and drink.
Then go spend a few hours within Gild's shrine and thank him for our marketplace and the people in it that allow you the privilege of procuring these goods at below market, to serve Gild as you do and how you do. Go to Jayus and thank him for the inspiration that is bestowed upon those who will fashion your Alaricite into something beautiful and inspiring upon the battlefield. Go then to Gloria and thank her for the opportunity that she affords you, to wield the inevitable weapon that Alaricite will be, or armor, into battle and that it protect you and afford you the opportunity to return home to those you call brothers and sisters. Go to the Queen of Endings and thank her for this turn upon the wheel and for granting you this chance at life to do what you do so well. To Lagoma, and offer thanks for the countless Mercies who heal you and the opportunity for growth that this incident will and does afford you. To change, for the better.
Go then to the Shrine of the First Choice, and thank Skald for the choices that you have in the market, and Vellichor for the knowledge that allows countless smiths and crafters to do what they do from knowledge that has passed on. Visit all the gods for a few hours and reflect.
Then when you're done. When you've shown contrition that would make even Sentinel nod in approval, go collect charcoal from Lagoma's shrine and deliver it to the crafters who work hard. So that they make take the change that has visited upon the bright lady's shrine and use it in their forges and fires, to make beautiful things and find encouragement and spread the faith's light across the city.
Then, and only then Sir Bayweather, will I accept your apology. That and when a Whisper tells me that you've learned your lesson and won't be casually tossing about how you can get something cheaper from somewhere else like it was last weeks stockings.
I tell you what boy. Have them send the bill to me, since you apparently are a pauper. I'll cover that bill out of the kindness of my heart.
Written By Joscelin
March 28, 2019, 10:34 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Ida
I say 'Idaing' like a new entry in my curse-word lexicon. What does it mean when -you- say it? I'm quaking in my boots.
Written By Joscelin
March 28, 2019, 10:31 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
I've never had a four year old tell me he was going to take a nap. 'Cause I'm 'ZAUSTED, Auntie Josie.' Yes. Alright then.
Today, after telling me this, he crawled into Ianthe's crib and used her belly for a pillow. Again. She's started to wrap her little fists in his curls when she sleeps.
My heart can't take much more. It's likely to explode.
Today, after telling me this, he crawled into Ianthe's crib and used her belly for a pillow. Again. She's started to wrap her little fists in his curls when she sleeps.
My heart can't take much more. It's likely to explode.
Written By Peri
March 28, 2019, 10:22 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Bhandn
Sir Bhandn, Little did I know that we had met long before Lady Delilah's pie fight. It took a while after father asked if I remember you for me to call to mind the first time that we met. You and Mercy Valena defended us well on that trip. I like to think Kaldur and I helped make your time on the road just some small bit more interesting. Also, sir Bhandn, I will never think of bucks the same way again.
Scholars it was some time ago, in the years of the Tyde Rebellion. I can't remember which year it was. My family was traveling to Arx. My father would remember more details on what concerned the adults. At the time I was concerned with digging up riverhorse eggs with my brother. This may have been the first time I met some of the Bisland kids, or maybe just one of the first encounters that linger in my memories.
Scholars it was some time ago, in the years of the Tyde Rebellion. I can't remember which year it was. My family was traveling to Arx. My father would remember more details on what concerned the adults. At the time I was concerned with digging up riverhorse eggs with my brother. This may have been the first time I met some of the Bisland kids, or maybe just one of the first encounters that linger in my memories.
Written By Monique
March 28, 2019, 9:34 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
A certain panic sets in when you realize that you have been partnered with someone for two years and the anniversary approaches... and you have no idea what to get them. Send help. Better yet, send gift idea suggestions.
Written By Aurora
March 28, 2019, 8:58 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
I believe the merchants who once sold seasilk for 1,500 a piece but now don't? It seems like the flooding of seasilk to the market which caused the price to drop by 500 is undervaluing and under appreciating.
Written By Dion
March 28, 2019, 8:43 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Sincere and heartfelt apologies just aren't enough when you've already stepped in it and are tracking it all over the floor while the person you wronged looks on in horror and disbelief.
I know.
Sometimes you just have to take your lumps, but as an old friend of mine says, "Cheer up Dion, it could be worse. You could be stuck at the bottom of a hole full of water."
I know he means well.
I know.
Sometimes you just have to take your lumps, but as an old friend of mine says, "Cheer up Dion, it could be worse. You could be stuck at the bottom of a hole full of water."
I know he means well.
Written By Victus
March 28, 2019, 8:06 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
Visions of ice and immovability come to me in my sleep. A great fire roars through Lagoma's shrine only a few weeks later.
Coincidences aren't often so precise.
Coincidences aren't often so precise.
Written By Joscelin
March 28, 2019, 6:30 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)
The worst part about grief is you can think it's gone, dead, as buried as the loved one you miss, and then it rolls over and stands up and scares the shit out of you, despair rolling in all over, like it never left at all.
In a way, it can feel reassuring, like your beloved is just behind you, around the corner, as if they only just stopped breathing a moment ago and that hope is still there. Perverse, that reassurance, maddening too, that just missing their death like it only just happens can feel -good-.
It's stupid.
I hate it.
In a way, it can feel reassuring, like your beloved is just behind you, around the corner, as if they only just stopped breathing a moment ago and that hope is still there. Perverse, that reassurance, maddening too, that just missing their death like it only just happens can feel -good-.
It's stupid.
I hate it.
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