Written By Miranda
Dec. 13, 2018, 10:40 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
Apparently, I'm not the only one out there with an aide who thinks they have a right to boss me about or to decide what they should or should not do.
Perhaps, I should pen a thorough list of the requirements of the job for which Brenlin must attend to, as well as, what he should not.
For instance:
1. You are allowed to think what you like, just don't say it.
2. No facial commentary that indicates what you are thinking... I mean, that. No eye rolling, snorting, and so forth when you disapprove of my shenanigans!
3. Under absolutely no conditions should I have to -tell- you to take my cloak. Just take the bloody thing.
4. And do not tell me I must eat my meat first when that pastry is so much better for my morale!
Please, feel free to add to this list..
Perhaps, I should pen a thorough list of the requirements of the job for which Brenlin must attend to, as well as, what he should not.
For instance:
1. You are allowed to think what you like, just don't say it.
2. No facial commentary that indicates what you are thinking... I mean, that. No eye rolling, snorting, and so forth when you disapprove of my shenanigans!
3. Under absolutely no conditions should I have to -tell- you to take my cloak. Just take the bloody thing.
4. And do not tell me I must eat my meat first when that pastry is so much better for my morale!
Please, feel free to add to this list..
Written By Isabetta
Dec. 13, 2018, 10:29 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Miranda
Okay so this story totally happened and anyone who tells you otherwise is just trying to cover up the truth.
Today I was in Bold expressions and Princess Seballa was there, Miranda and Niklas. I think it is most appropriate I leave titles off the last name and surely you will all understand and agree. Do not change the subject future scholars, or current scholars, this is all not relevant to what happened.
Anyway, here is what happened.
So Miranda and I were sitting and talking when this orphan boy comes in who is getting some things for his family. He has these wooden mugs and a tray and I guess the family were adoptive, I mean they must of been right? Anyway, he said he was an orphan and we didn't ask. So he's trying to order drinks, but he has a list and he doesn't read. Being a dear heart, Miranda, that is Lady Miranda Rubino, decides to help him. So the lady reads his list and starts to order the drinks which the staff helpfully put into his wooden mugs. There is mommy, daddy, grandpa, aunt Ester and Pet. Miranda is being helpful until she gets to the pet and asks the boy, What kind of pet do you have?
He says he has a cat. So Miranda things, well a cat, okay, milk of course, so they are doing milk but there is a problem. Namely, pets don't drink from wooden mugs, and there were no bowls. Miranda is a real dear so she gets a bowl for the boy just so it can be filled with milk for his pet. He's so thankful that he gives this radiant thousand sun sort of smile and all of our hearts just melt. Totally melt. Anyway, he is on his way out when he shouts, "Oh no, we forgot uncle Pete!" Miranda is confused, so are the rest of us, but then the family in question shows up and ushers the boy away.
It's only later that we realize Pet was Pete and that we just sent a bowl of cat milk home with the boy for his uncle.
Today I was in Bold expressions and Princess Seballa was there, Miranda and Niklas. I think it is most appropriate I leave titles off the last name and surely you will all understand and agree. Do not change the subject future scholars, or current scholars, this is all not relevant to what happened.
Anyway, here is what happened.
So Miranda and I were sitting and talking when this orphan boy comes in who is getting some things for his family. He has these wooden mugs and a tray and I guess the family were adoptive, I mean they must of been right? Anyway, he said he was an orphan and we didn't ask. So he's trying to order drinks, but he has a list and he doesn't read. Being a dear heart, Miranda, that is Lady Miranda Rubino, decides to help him. So the lady reads his list and starts to order the drinks which the staff helpfully put into his wooden mugs. There is mommy, daddy, grandpa, aunt Ester and Pet. Miranda is being helpful until she gets to the pet and asks the boy, What kind of pet do you have?
He says he has a cat. So Miranda things, well a cat, okay, milk of course, so they are doing milk but there is a problem. Namely, pets don't drink from wooden mugs, and there were no bowls. Miranda is a real dear so she gets a bowl for the boy just so it can be filled with milk for his pet. He's so thankful that he gives this radiant thousand sun sort of smile and all of our hearts just melt. Totally melt. Anyway, he is on his way out when he shouts, "Oh no, we forgot uncle Pete!" Miranda is confused, so are the rest of us, but then the family in question shows up and ushers the boy away.
It's only later that we realize Pet was Pete and that we just sent a bowl of cat milk home with the boy for his uncle.
Written By Karadoc
Dec. 13, 2018, 10 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabine
One month already?!
Written By Karadoc
Dec. 13, 2018, 9:58 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
There are some things that you cannot soothe away with a overly expensive bauble - some things you can't apologize for because the words drop into an empty cistern and sound hollow, and the noise echoes. You are reminded of your shortcomings when these moments occur and you promise to be better, next time.
Written By Corban
Dec. 13, 2018, 8:41 a.m.(3/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Solange
I am delighted that the King's Own will be offering its unique brand of sledding training to the public, under the skilled organization and direction of Whisper Solange. We are fortunate to have the Whispers as our aides in these endeavors, for while we are quite good at protecting the King and smashing enemies, we are quite rubbish at planning gatherings.
And that is why Whisper House exists; to bring expertise that many do not have. I cannot recommend them more highly.
I am excited, too, for the event, for I am certain that eager knights seeking our attention will be among the sledders. Our recruitment continues, and we will be paying close attention to those who show particular aptitude.
And that is why Whisper House exists; to bring expertise that many do not have. I cannot recommend them more highly.
I am excited, too, for the event, for I am certain that eager knights seeking our attention will be among the sledders. Our recruitment continues, and we will be paying close attention to those who show particular aptitude.
Written By Renata
Dec. 13, 2018, 3:14 a.m.(3/1/1010 AR)
I cannot lie.
Part of me hated my beloved Belladonna when I read the contents of her letter over my breakfast in Setarco. A letter so casually and so easily written by her hand, but which killed a part of me on its reading.
Knowing my fears, my horrors, she yet condemned me to submit to them by commanding me to join her in Arx.
I kept to my cabin and set not a foot upon the deck of the ship. Days bled into nights, and when exhaustion and sleep managed to claim me, it was infested with a blackness so dark that wound tight about my heart. And yet, in those moments of sleep, there lived slivers of time when my mind was without a home. Existence was painless, and there was nothing but a formlessness beyond understanding. A secret place that contained nothing but the essence of myself. A lost self.
Now here I am, my belongings stacked around me in my room. Displaced.
Why?
Part of me hated my beloved Belladonna when I read the contents of her letter over my breakfast in Setarco. A letter so casually and so easily written by her hand, but which killed a part of me on its reading.
Knowing my fears, my horrors, she yet condemned me to submit to them by commanding me to join her in Arx.
I kept to my cabin and set not a foot upon the deck of the ship. Days bled into nights, and when exhaustion and sleep managed to claim me, it was infested with a blackness so dark that wound tight about my heart. And yet, in those moments of sleep, there lived slivers of time when my mind was without a home. Existence was painless, and there was nothing but a formlessness beyond understanding. A secret place that contained nothing but the essence of myself. A lost self.
Now here I am, my belongings stacked around me in my room. Displaced.
Why?
Written By Lys
Dec. 13, 2018, 1:19 a.m.(3/1/1010 AR)
I dreamt of roses. Beautiful and dark. I thought that they were black, but when I plucked a petal... I saw it was just a red so dark it only looked black in the dark.
Written By Harper
Dec. 12, 2018, 11:52 p.m.(3/1/1010 AR)
It's been a frustrating day. There's a reason that I don't let myself lose my temper often. Reckon this is just going to reinforce that for me. I'm just glad it's all settled.
Also, why is it that getting real angry can make someone cry which only makes someone angrier? Makes no sense to me.
Also, why is it that getting real angry can make someone cry which only makes someone angrier? Makes no sense to me.
Written By Harper
Dec. 12, 2018, 10:43 p.m.(3/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sorrel
I gotta say, Princess Sorrel did a real good job. I liked her song and found it interesting. Now I got even more stuff that I want to learn about. There's not enough hours in the day to do everything I want to do these days!
Mostly I wanted to thank her though for being so willing to share and teach. It was real refreshing!
Mostly I wanted to thank her though for being so willing to share and teach. It was real refreshing!
Written By Juniper
Dec. 12, 2018, 9:37 p.m.(3/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gianna
Oh no! I'm going to have to redesign her Whisper House doll!
But it's a worthwhile thing to have to do. Congratulations to the newest Softest Whisper, I am so very much looking forward to seeing her put her own unique stamp upon the role. It's a tradition for our Softests to do so, after all!
But it's a worthwhile thing to have to do. Congratulations to the newest Softest Whisper, I am so very much looking forward to seeing her put her own unique stamp upon the role. It's a tradition for our Softests to do so, after all!
Written By Amari
Dec. 12, 2018, 5:01 p.m.(2/28/1010 AR)
I had another adventure, and there was some more screaming involved... a lot of screaming, actually.
So to summarize; don't scream while being covered in bugs, scream at your discretion when wading through a wave of rats in the dark, and scream all you want when you're riding into battle. I think it really helped rally the huntsmen and put fear into our enemies who did eventually break and flee in utter disarray.
Aside from the satisfaction of a victory won, I also came home with a new dog we rescued from the camp. I've named him Barf. I'm not sure the breed he's meant to be, but he's very big, eats quite a lot and has a tremendously loud and deep bark. I think he's rather endearing in his own very ugly way.
So to summarize; don't scream while being covered in bugs, scream at your discretion when wading through a wave of rats in the dark, and scream all you want when you're riding into battle. I think it really helped rally the huntsmen and put fear into our enemies who did eventually break and flee in utter disarray.
Aside from the satisfaction of a victory won, I also came home with a new dog we rescued from the camp. I've named him Barf. I'm not sure the breed he's meant to be, but he's very big, eats quite a lot and has a tremendously loud and deep bark. I think he's rather endearing in his own very ugly way.
Written By Lumen
Dec. 12, 2018, 3:32 p.m.(2/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gianna
Since her debut, Gianna has dazzled and inspired us with her musicality and canny adaptability. We, Arx, are better for having her. I've a deep admiration for the kind of strength she wields and frankly, am thrilled to see what she'll do next.
Softest.
Softest.
Written By Isabetta
Dec. 12, 2018, 2:08 p.m.(2/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
Today while at the Spirits, a place I rarely traverse I learned somethings.
Specifically I learned how to care for a sword, from a very helpful lord.
Rule one:
You must always sleep with it under your pillow, it doesn't matter how big it is, or how big your pillow is, NO EXCUSES. Sleep with your sword under your pillow at all times.
Rule two:
You must do all things with your sword. This includes eating. It may not be the most reasonable implement, but that is how you learn to handle it. For those with a greatsword this is especially important.
Rule three:
Bathe with your sword, no exceptions!
Rule Four:
None of this will save you if you have a disagreement with the Nightingale. You might as well leave your sword at home.
Such an informative meeting!
Specifically I learned how to care for a sword, from a very helpful lord.
Rule one:
You must always sleep with it under your pillow, it doesn't matter how big it is, or how big your pillow is, NO EXCUSES. Sleep with your sword under your pillow at all times.
Rule two:
You must do all things with your sword. This includes eating. It may not be the most reasonable implement, but that is how you learn to handle it. For those with a greatsword this is especially important.
Rule three:
Bathe with your sword, no exceptions!
Rule Four:
None of this will save you if you have a disagreement with the Nightingale. You might as well leave your sword at home.
Such an informative meeting!
Written By Harlex
Dec. 12, 2018, 12:24 p.m.(2/28/1010 AR)
Thought for a while on this, what it all means--I'm not certain. But what I know is; every soldier's death is a standing in for every other.
That is the score. You are not taught this but come to see it with each battle.
And since Death comes for all of us, soldier or not, there really isn't a way to abate the fear of it except to love that soldier standing in for us.
We aren't just waiting for their history to be written. They passed here long ago.
That soldier who is all soldiers and who stands in place for us until our time comes and we must stand then, as they did before.
Do you love them? That soldier?
Will you honor the path they have taken?
Will you listen to their story?
Will you remember?
I think that's all we can do, in the end.
That is the score. You are not taught this but come to see it with each battle.
And since Death comes for all of us, soldier or not, there really isn't a way to abate the fear of it except to love that soldier standing in for us.
We aren't just waiting for their history to be written. They passed here long ago.
That soldier who is all soldiers and who stands in place for us until our time comes and we must stand then, as they did before.
Do you love them? That soldier?
Will you honor the path they have taken?
Will you listen to their story?
Will you remember?
I think that's all we can do, in the end.
Written By Carmen
Dec. 12, 2018, 10 a.m.(2/28/1010 AR)
I put out word that I wanted mentoring in leading people. I got a lot of responses. A lot. From all types - high born, low born, old, young, warriors, diplomats.
We have no shortage of smart people thinking hard on leadership, even as I still can't explain what it is. I know it when I see it, sure. But it's a giant bucket. Getting people to want to do what you want them to do. Picking a path. Solving problems. Growing good people. How you talk and what you say while you're doing it.
How someone thinks about the question and gets to an answer is almost as interesting as where they end up. In sort-of-short, this has been great, better than I had a right to expect, and I'm not even halfway through the list of people I need to get back in touch with. If I were a writer, I'd note everything down for others. As it is, I'll count myself a lucky and (I hope) worthy student.
(Note: if you are reading this and are one of the people I haven't been back in touch with? I haven't forgotten you. Thank you.)
We have no shortage of smart people thinking hard on leadership, even as I still can't explain what it is. I know it when I see it, sure. But it's a giant bucket. Getting people to want to do what you want them to do. Picking a path. Solving problems. Growing good people. How you talk and what you say while you're doing it.
How someone thinks about the question and gets to an answer is almost as interesting as where they end up. In sort-of-short, this has been great, better than I had a right to expect, and I'm not even halfway through the list of people I need to get back in touch with. If I were a writer, I'd note everything down for others. As it is, I'll count myself a lucky and (I hope) worthy student.
(Note: if you are reading this and are one of the people I haven't been back in touch with? I haven't forgotten you. Thank you.)
Written By Oswyn
Dec. 12, 2018, 9:49 a.m.(2/28/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Arthen
It wouldn't be the first time I've heard that sentiment. Thank you! I'm not sure I would have delved so far if you weren't with me.
I started doing push-ups the not-on-your-knees way, too.
I started doing push-ups the not-on-your-knees way, too.
Written By Lisebet
Dec. 12, 2018, 8:21 a.m.(2/27/1010 AR)
Went to Princess Sorrel's performance yesterday on Copper. It was absolutely spectacular. I enjoyed it immensely. I thought it was a fabulous idea she had to get all of us to stand up and sing two lines with her. I think everyone did - even those who felt they cannot sing well.
I hope it was an appealing tribute to the Lady Copper, wheresoever she might be.
Afterwards, Amari introduced me to her dog, and then I went to visit Harlan, who is still housebound. But looking ever so much better than previously.
I hope it was an appealing tribute to the Lady Copper, wheresoever she might be.
Afterwards, Amari introduced me to her dog, and then I went to visit Harlan, who is still housebound. But looking ever so much better than previously.
Written By Fairen
Dec. 12, 2018, 5:57 a.m.(2/27/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Iliana
Our daughters first birthday is approaching faster than I care to admit. By the Gods how quickly she has grown. I swear she has picked up more of your sass than my own.
Written By Joscelin
Dec. 12, 2018, 12:16 a.m.(2/27/1010 AR)
I think I've got the color green burned into my eyeballs. Emeralds are beautiful, dark and moss-veined, bright and light searing, pale like peridot or tints of blue. I don't think I've ever looked so hard for a set of raw gems in my life. If I weep, I wouldn't be surprised if I wept green.
Written By Vanora
Dec. 11, 2018, 11:39 p.m.(2/27/1010 AR)
It is clearly time for some overdue conversations. Some of which I have been seeking, others avoiding.
Yet too much is about to happen for avoiding to still be possible.
I'll reflect and make sure that cowardice does not shine back at me. No room for it.
Yet too much is about to happen for avoiding to still be possible.
I'll reflect and make sure that cowardice does not shine back at me. No room for it.
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