Written By Selene
March 4, 2019, 12:27 a.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
I may adore the act of painting as much as the outcome. The dynamism and the dexterity involved are a wonder. Therein too lies a certain remarkable quality to how action lends itself to permanency, a sudden bolt of color to insight.
I could watch this all night.
I could watch this all night.
Written By Kaia
March 4, 2019, 12:23 a.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
The strangest thing happened once more, after that clock-tower incident, just yesterday as I was being introduced to the lady Sunaia Ashford and the lord Sebastian Pravus.
I had another...vision or "dream". It seems they are becoming quite frequent...how disconcerting.
The one from yesterday left me feeling cold, as if I had just come out from a winter day without wearing proper clothes. Thankfully, both the lady Ashford and lord Pravus were kind enough to take care of me during my moment of shock. I shall forever be thankful for their kindness and understanding.
I've been told I may not be the only one in the compact experiencing these things. How curious...
Even so, I can still hear that voice echoing its whispers to me...how frightening.
I had another...vision or "dream". It seems they are becoming quite frequent...how disconcerting.
The one from yesterday left me feeling cold, as if I had just come out from a winter day without wearing proper clothes. Thankfully, both the lady Ashford and lord Pravus were kind enough to take care of me during my moment of shock. I shall forever be thankful for their kindness and understanding.
I've been told I may not be the only one in the compact experiencing these things. How curious...
Even so, I can still hear that voice echoing its whispers to me...how frightening.
Written By Kaia
March 4, 2019, 12:06 a.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
Another year of life has reached me, and I have finally turned 22. The lovely lady Tabitha sent me a delicious treat along with a most wonderful note, how thoughtful of her.
I spent most of the day chatting with friends and family, as well as exploring and making new friends.
All culminating with my attendance to Duke Harlan Ashford's wedding.
There, I had the gallant lord Kincade Blanchard attend with me as my date.
Since well, my dear Martino couldn't go with me, as I had initially hoped. *sigh*
It was a lovely and joyous celebration, with great company, delicious food, marvelous decorations and wonderful dancing!
Both the Duke and Duchess Consort looked so radiant in their fabulous garment, just like most of the Ashford's - I heard Petal made most of their outfits, truly they were an exquisite work of art in the walk. The Duchess even received a marvelous set of jewelry! All was splendid!
However, to my surprise, as the night came close to an end, I received more than just a sweet cherry tart as my birthday gift. The lord Kincade Blanchard stole a kiss from me while we danced! *gasps*
Oh gods, my heart!
*blushes*
What in the world...why do I feel so guilty now?
I spent most of the day chatting with friends and family, as well as exploring and making new friends.
All culminating with my attendance to Duke Harlan Ashford's wedding.
There, I had the gallant lord Kincade Blanchard attend with me as my date.
Since well, my dear Martino couldn't go with me, as I had initially hoped. *sigh*
It was a lovely and joyous celebration, with great company, delicious food, marvelous decorations and wonderful dancing!
Both the Duke and Duchess Consort looked so radiant in their fabulous garment, just like most of the Ashford's - I heard Petal made most of their outfits, truly they were an exquisite work of art in the walk. The Duchess even received a marvelous set of jewelry! All was splendid!
However, to my surprise, as the night came close to an end, I received more than just a sweet cherry tart as my birthday gift. The lord Kincade Blanchard stole a kiss from me while we danced! *gasps*
Oh gods, my heart!
*blushes*
What in the world...why do I feel so guilty now?
Written By Belladonna
March 3, 2019, 11:47 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Beatrice
My cousin always had an eye for hidden gems. Here she is, maybe the most valuable one yet.
Written By Fiora
March 3, 2019, 11:40 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
There are few things I truly want in life. I try to keep my desires and expectations modest. I like to think I don't ask for much. I find myself at a time in my life where a few of the things I want are close to me, with a single guardian in front of them. If another person tells me to be patient I'm afraid I might lose my composure.
Written By Thesarin
March 3, 2019, 11:37 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlan
Want to set to the Whites my good wishes to Harlan Ashford and the new Duchess Lisbet Ashford.
Happier days than I spent with him.
Happier days than I spent with him.
Written By Alaric
March 3, 2019, 11:19 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
Congratulations to House Ashford on the wedding of Duke Harlan and Duchess-Consort Lisebet! May your esteemable House continue to thrive and its futures remain secure.
Written By Alaric
March 3, 2019, 11:05 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jasher
I do hope you enjoyed your foray into the visual arts! Even if you don't take it up as a proper hobby, it's always good to explore new forms of self-expression.
Written By Kedehern
March 3, 2019, 11:02 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
Apparently I'm now in command of a contingent of men charged with guarding the Artshall School of Agriculture. Hopefully this ends well.
Written By Duarte
March 3, 2019, 10:33 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
I am very proud of the compact for this decision and my praise and admiration to the King.
Written By Willow
March 3, 2019, 10:19 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
I think I may have truly met my match for temprament, and had an insight into someone I have only met a couple times but oft admired in my thoughts. I hope a new friend and an old love find comfort and joy in the company of one another. It felt good and healing to speak to a lover once lost. And yet I find myself ever wishing I could spend more time with the first true friend I ever made, missing that companionship something fierce, even.
Written By Jaenelle
March 3, 2019, 10:14 p.m.(9/5/1010 AR)
I found a muse when I arrived at Lady Videl's encouraging social. Though I may not have had the chance to pick up a brush, it has given me new ideas for picking up a hobby. Sometimes it is good to be able to extend yourself into something that is not a meeting, though they require a special set of skills as well.
Written By Ouida
March 3, 2019, 9:35 p.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
These last weeks have been mostly occupied by a journey to the southern islands, and a brief but quite pleasant meeting. I almost feared that I would not make it back in time for my dear cousin's wedding, but I should have known better than to doubt the promises of a Fair Harbour captain and crew! The last night from the journey, however, I was woken from my sleep with the lingering remembrances of freezing cold, and it lingered so, not even the warm summer breeze upon the seas could thaw it, and the sparse clouds that veiled the stars here and there as I stood upon the deck looking at their expanse seemed almost like a winter's fog, to my mind.
Written By Victus
March 3, 2019, 8:22 p.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
A dream of ice and fear. It seems my mind has been especially creative while I sleep.
Written By Sudara
March 3, 2019, 6:01 p.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
Friendship is a curious thing. Sometimes appearing out of nowhere, sometimes developing slowly over a great deal of time, sometimes becoming what antagonism or even enmity turns into. Of late I have found myself with some new amicable contacts, which are all the more welcome for being wholly unexpected. From an earnestly eager newcomer to the Compact to someone who inherited a domain before I could talk, it would seem that I have a great deal to learn from those who were recently strangers. I very much look forward to doing so.
Written By Evonleigh
March 3, 2019, 5:35 p.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
Strange times and strange dreams. I too woke feeling cold after dreaming of snow and ice. One would think they would be a nice respite in this humid heat, but today the warmth of summer is rather welcome. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll feel different.
Written By Bliss
March 3, 2019, 5:17 p.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
<A more recently post-dated journal>
Iriscal.
I remember when he first brought me in here. Oh, the promises he made, promises to capture a girl's heart. We had been together maybe a week at that point, and all I could see was how handsome he was, how that smile pulled on my heart, and how skilled he was with his sword.
I knew this was a trading hub now, and I knew about the silkworks here, and yet, I wasn't really prepared to see bolts of aeterna and umbra for sale in the stalls in the market square. I think he saw how I boggled, and he laughed and told me that by the time we were done, I would have so many dresses of white and black I would be almost sick of them, that he would take me to the fanciest balls and that I would never want for anything again.
That was almost exactly ten years ago. It still feels like yesterday.
I opened a chest on the way in, making sure no one saw. I ran my fingers along the umbra. Formal gowns for the formal meetings I've been having when I need to. The aeterna, for looking brilliant in the rays of the sun. The other one, in case there's another ball, so I don't have to pretend to be someone else this time.
You were just off by a few years, Stefano. You always did have a problem with overestimating your longevity.
The second time I was here, I was done with you. You knew as well as I did that you had nothing more to offer me, and you made me no more promises. We rarely slept in the same bed anymore. I would find someone, and so would you, and off we went. No more promises of silks that you would never give me, your smile just turned my stomach, and your fancy swordplay just bored me to tears. I have no idea how you managed to kill that man in Granato. He must have wanted to die.
Excitement had become boredom. We only made it a few days across the Split before I was done with you. Saying goodbye to you was just as easy as saying goodbye to Tor. I know your heart still broke, but mine didn't, Stefano. It was never yours to tie your anchor to.
* * * * *
I thought I was done writing about Iriscal, but I'm not. I went to the walls of the fortress today, and climbed to the top. It's a clear day, and the winds are calm, and in the distance I can barely - just barely - make out the walls of Tor. I think maybe I can even smell the roses, but that's probably a conjuration of my mind.
It's not time yet. Not quite. But I can feel it inside me, and sometimes, I just know what needs to be done. This is one of those moments.
Iriscal.
I remember when he first brought me in here. Oh, the promises he made, promises to capture a girl's heart. We had been together maybe a week at that point, and all I could see was how handsome he was, how that smile pulled on my heart, and how skilled he was with his sword.
I knew this was a trading hub now, and I knew about the silkworks here, and yet, I wasn't really prepared to see bolts of aeterna and umbra for sale in the stalls in the market square. I think he saw how I boggled, and he laughed and told me that by the time we were done, I would have so many dresses of white and black I would be almost sick of them, that he would take me to the fanciest balls and that I would never want for anything again.
That was almost exactly ten years ago. It still feels like yesterday.
I opened a chest on the way in, making sure no one saw. I ran my fingers along the umbra. Formal gowns for the formal meetings I've been having when I need to. The aeterna, for looking brilliant in the rays of the sun. The other one, in case there's another ball, so I don't have to pretend to be someone else this time.
You were just off by a few years, Stefano. You always did have a problem with overestimating your longevity.
The second time I was here, I was done with you. You knew as well as I did that you had nothing more to offer me, and you made me no more promises. We rarely slept in the same bed anymore. I would find someone, and so would you, and off we went. No more promises of silks that you would never give me, your smile just turned my stomach, and your fancy swordplay just bored me to tears. I have no idea how you managed to kill that man in Granato. He must have wanted to die.
Excitement had become boredom. We only made it a few days across the Split before I was done with you. Saying goodbye to you was just as easy as saying goodbye to Tor. I know your heart still broke, but mine didn't, Stefano. It was never yours to tie your anchor to.
* * * * *
I thought I was done writing about Iriscal, but I'm not. I went to the walls of the fortress today, and climbed to the top. It's a clear day, and the winds are calm, and in the distance I can barely - just barely - make out the walls of Tor. I think maybe I can even smell the roses, but that's probably a conjuration of my mind.
It's not time yet. Not quite. But I can feel it inside me, and sometimes, I just know what needs to be done. This is one of those moments.
Written By Venturo
March 3, 2019, 5 p.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
Normally I would tell some witty story about boasting and humility about your, 'winners stein for winners'... but after your stalwart and amazing showing, in not just one but three games? I'd say you deserve to be a bit of a show off with it if you want to be.
Written By Venturo
March 3, 2019, 4:57 p.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
I had the benefit of attending the Marquessa's Lianne birthday party a few days prior, though I was content to mostly observe during the proceedings. It was a perfect affair, just the right touches in how it was put together to hold an opportune time just to enjoy the company of others. Between this and the present Lady Beatrice put together for her which was a most remarkable and touching undertaking, it is almost enough to drive me to figure out exactly when my birthday is, rather than quietly celebrating it each year whenever I see fit.
Written By Tibault
March 3, 2019, 4:54 p.m.(9/4/1010 AR)
I have made the journey once more to Arx. It is far too often that I find an excuse to remain in Brighthold doing the work that needs to be done, but with any luck this trip will yield new alliances and friendships that will help us accomplish more than we could have on our own.
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