Written By Bliss
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:25 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Not all scars heal. Some go far too deep and caused too much damage. We continue to live anyway.
In light of the recent conversation, it seems a prudent time to mention that I've been working on overcoming another limitation of mine (despite, I am sure, Mercy Estelle's protests). When I was recovering, playing the vielle was an almost impossibly painful task to continue - the things do not seem that heavy, but the angle and the length of time? They get to you.
But I'm happy to say that my arm is finally at the point where I have been able to resume practice again. I'm rusty, but my fingers are beginning to remember how to be where they must.
And I've written a song again, instead of just making one up on the fly like usual. I'm happy with it, and I forgot how productive such things can be, how turmoil put into words makes beauty.
I just need a vielle of my own again (what happened to my old one is a story in and of itself). So if a luthier wishes to reach out to me or one of my adoring fans wishes to send one to their favorite Whisper? I would be much obliged.
In light of the recent conversation, it seems a prudent time to mention that I've been working on overcoming another limitation of mine (despite, I am sure, Mercy Estelle's protests). When I was recovering, playing the vielle was an almost impossibly painful task to continue - the things do not seem that heavy, but the angle and the length of time? They get to you.
But I'm happy to say that my arm is finally at the point where I have been able to resume practice again. I'm rusty, but my fingers are beginning to remember how to be where they must.
And I've written a song again, instead of just making one up on the fly like usual. I'm happy with it, and I forgot how productive such things can be, how turmoil put into words makes beauty.
I just need a vielle of my own again (what happened to my old one is a story in and of itself). So if a luthier wishes to reach out to me or one of my adoring fans wishes to send one to their favorite Whisper? I would be much obliged.
Written By Archeron
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:12 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
As an aside, if you would like to know about what happens if you do not allow scars to harden, if you insist on focusing on the wound and not the healing? Do feel free to seek out my dear cousin Reveka. Should you survive the search, I am sure her views are informative on the subject.
Written By Archeron
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:08 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Apparently the discussion is on scars in the whites and what they mean. Though I cover them, I do not deny my scars - they are not small. What do they represent? Time. Each long scar bought me moments. Seconds. Each wrap of the thorn whip around my body drew my shot closer and, through the pain, the final arrow I loosed pierced my enemy's eye. And the difference between victory or defeat for my patrol.
What are they now? They are scars. Isn't the point that they heal over in time?
What are they now? They are scars. Isn't the point that they heal over in time?
Written By Thena
Aug. 13, 2018, 4:21 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
I have a number of scars, but I earned the largest and ugliest of them by being a giant fuckup.
Written By Isidora
Aug. 13, 2018, 4:09 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Scandalous. Period.
Written By Faruq
Aug. 13, 2018, 3:50 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Marian
** written in perfect flowing handwriting, loopy but legible. Someone took their time today. **
Scars are how we know we are stronger than the adversity that faces us.
They show that even if we may not have made the best choice we have survived to make better choices later. Hopefully.
I am proud of all of my scars.
Each was well earned.
Scars are how we know we are stronger than the adversity that faces us.
They show that even if we may not have made the best choice we have survived to make better choices later. Hopefully.
I am proud of all of my scars.
Each was well earned.
Written By Josephine
Aug. 13, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
My mind has been wandering of late. Not focused upon the pieces on my bench that murmur their desires. Desires that I have turned away from momentarily. Something lacks. Something makes my mind wander away. As if it has decided that right now it wants. I think about the words read by those who looked in the archives into heritage matters.
And there's a longing. A strange desire to work with something that I know I cannot find and none the less I want to work with it.
And there's a longing. A strange desire to work with something that I know I cannot find and none the less I want to work with it.
Written By Alarissa
Aug. 13, 2018, 2:04 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
I am tired today. A bone tiredness that wraps about me. I do not think that I even do that much at the moment. I have been trying to take the time to sit at the shrines and think quietly about things. As if that might give me rest. Victus asked my mind upon his two choices for voice and I agreed with them. Margot is steadfast and devoted and our goals align. Denica has been striving for the last few years to prove herself and we see her dedication day in and day out. So it brought me a smile and joy to see the proclamation signed by him. Fatima. Dear Fatima. I have no doubt that she and I will keep busy.
So tired.
Old.
I feel that today as well.
It might be a day for sitting before the fire in the library with honey upon my lap and just watch the flames.
So tired.
Old.
I feel that today as well.
It might be a day for sitting before the fire in the library with honey upon my lap and just watch the flames.
Written By Delilah
Aug. 13, 2018, 1:32 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
The lengths to which we will strive for happiness deserve a moment of consideration. Spend some time while the tea brews or the server pours the wine into your glass, putting mind to but a single thought. Focusing so fully requires an effort, to be sure. It cannot be done whilst conversing with your dining companions or impatiently awaiting the arrival of a messenger.
Some in our society willingly devote hours of their time to slaying the beasts of paperwork and bureaucracy, that a fledgling organization may find equilibrium and focus their outreach upon those in need. Some brave the ghastly conditions found in untended woods or sick houses in the Lowers or impoverished shav'arvani villages, fearless despite risks to their own persons, to better deliver sought-after respite and resources.
A countless number of tasks await to improve the lot of one or many. The burden seems impossible, for even putting a few coins into charity seems but a pebble to the immense mountain range confronting me. But is it entirely so hopeless? I would hope not. Ask the Iron Guardsman delivering bread for a hungry family, in hopes their bellies may be full, and thus deprived the temptation to pilfer a loaf from the market. Ask the princess painstakingly developing a plan to better education among those so long without, they might seem unteachable. Ask the merchant with a kind word and a steady hand for anyone seeking assistance.
For all that shadows stretch over our city, and our land --
For all that the conversation turns to lighter topics that somehow seem to ignore the troubles beneath --
For all that quarrels and cares may prove petty held up to this mirror --
So many accomplish tremendous good, and tremendous things, day by day, unsung by the bard's, unknown save to those who receive their benevolence or witness the aftereffects when they return home.
Spare but a thought. Gratitude comes not far behind.
Then open the door, step out, and change your world.
Some in our society willingly devote hours of their time to slaying the beasts of paperwork and bureaucracy, that a fledgling organization may find equilibrium and focus their outreach upon those in need. Some brave the ghastly conditions found in untended woods or sick houses in the Lowers or impoverished shav'arvani villages, fearless despite risks to their own persons, to better deliver sought-after respite and resources.
A countless number of tasks await to improve the lot of one or many. The burden seems impossible, for even putting a few coins into charity seems but a pebble to the immense mountain range confronting me. But is it entirely so hopeless? I would hope not. Ask the Iron Guardsman delivering bread for a hungry family, in hopes their bellies may be full, and thus deprived the temptation to pilfer a loaf from the market. Ask the princess painstakingly developing a plan to better education among those so long without, they might seem unteachable. Ask the merchant with a kind word and a steady hand for anyone seeking assistance.
For all that shadows stretch over our city, and our land --
For all that the conversation turns to lighter topics that somehow seem to ignore the troubles beneath --
For all that quarrels and cares may prove petty held up to this mirror --
So many accomplish tremendous good, and tremendous things, day by day, unsung by the bard's, unknown save to those who receive their benevolence or witness the aftereffects when they return home.
Spare but a thought. Gratitude comes not far behind.
Then open the door, step out, and change your world.
Written By Monique
Aug. 13, 2018, 12:31 p.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Have you ever seen a superb Fireweave cloak? I have. Now. I don't want to raffle it off! By all the gods and all the spirits, don't make me give this away!
Written By Perronne
Aug. 13, 2018, 10:58 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
I may have a problem.
I tell myself it is not a problem. An up and coming merchant should be dressed in appropriate clothing, particularly if she wishes to ply her trade among those who have the wealth and status to afford her very particular goods. She should not just dress in whatever happens to have survived three years on the road without getting any obvious holes in it. With that in mind, I undertook to get some replacement 'business wear' for in the city.
The first outfit arrived today. It was...quite frankly, ridiculously expensive. And I love it! It doesn't quite hide the boots, but I am hardly going to wear NICE shoes out into those streets. There is a limit to fashion, at least for the average day. I also have made a good bargain for some very, VERY expensive materials for a certain gown I have dreamed of since I was a child. Arx has access to so many materials and amazing crafters, and I have done better than I'd hoped here, so I think I might finally be able to make that dream into a reality. I am very excited!
Now, if only I can just avoid spilling ink on my BRAND NEW CLOTHES. Augh! There has got to be a better way.
I tell myself it is not a problem. An up and coming merchant should be dressed in appropriate clothing, particularly if she wishes to ply her trade among those who have the wealth and status to afford her very particular goods. She should not just dress in whatever happens to have survived three years on the road without getting any obvious holes in it. With that in mind, I undertook to get some replacement 'business wear' for in the city.
The first outfit arrived today. It was...quite frankly, ridiculously expensive. And I love it! It doesn't quite hide the boots, but I am hardly going to wear NICE shoes out into those streets. There is a limit to fashion, at least for the average day. I also have made a good bargain for some very, VERY expensive materials for a certain gown I have dreamed of since I was a child. Arx has access to so many materials and amazing crafters, and I have done better than I'd hoped here, so I think I might finally be able to make that dream into a reality. I am very excited!
Now, if only I can just avoid spilling ink on my BRAND NEW CLOTHES. Augh! There has got to be a better way.
Written By Gwenna
Aug. 13, 2018, 10:44 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
I heard I missed a most wonderful affair which I had no choice by to miss. Well, I suppose we always have a choice, so I should say I chose duty over pleasure. Lady Margret and Princess Elgana put on a lovely party and I was sad not to be able to attend. Hopefully there will be another? Perhaps Lorenzo and I might conspire to do a little something ourselves! Well...maybe after the wedding. Perhaps best to focus on that party first.
Written By Khanne
Aug. 13, 2018, 9:41 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Riagnon
It was nice getting to know him a little better, lovely little conversation I none of my favorite places. Now, if I can just meet his sister....
As for snacks? Well, Lottie's is my favorite, but, I might be biased. The chef for the Keatons, Marie, is another favorite. I have heard there is a shop owned and operated by someone named Candace that is lovely. I believe someone sent me a treat from there once.... And of course, apricot pastries are the best and ultimate treat. Or anything with apricots in... I am partial to them, fresh or dried, mmmmmm, MM! On occasion I enjoy chocolate, but, give me nuts, fruits, cheeses, and breads and really... I wouldn't need anything else... well, I would need whiskey, and tea, but food wise.... I would be happy.
I once ate candied rose petals out of politeness to the hostess. I would not recommend those, personally. Not the worst thing I have eaten, but... it was like tasting the air after someone sprayed perfume. About as filling too. But, I suppose we all have our preferences, yeah?
As for snacks? Well, Lottie's is my favorite, but, I might be biased. The chef for the Keatons, Marie, is another favorite. I have heard there is a shop owned and operated by someone named Candace that is lovely. I believe someone sent me a treat from there once.... And of course, apricot pastries are the best and ultimate treat. Or anything with apricots in... I am partial to them, fresh or dried, mmmmmm, MM! On occasion I enjoy chocolate, but, give me nuts, fruits, cheeses, and breads and really... I wouldn't need anything else... well, I would need whiskey, and tea, but food wise.... I would be happy.
I once ate candied rose petals out of politeness to the hostess. I would not recommend those, personally. Not the worst thing I have eaten, but... it was like tasting the air after someone sprayed perfume. About as filling too. But, I suppose we all have our preferences, yeah?
Written By Denica
Aug. 13, 2018, 9:25 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
I feel as though I have the debate on perfection on a nearly daily basis, so in the interest of having this down in the whites for posterity, I'll throw my own thoughts into the matter.
Perfection is, at best, an illusion. The feeling of being perfectly at peace? It is called solitude, or quite simply contentment. The beauty of the love between parent and child is one of the most perfect things I ever bear witness to, but that does not include those moments when the child has driven her mother to wits end, where she just has to find a nanny just so that she may find a reprieve, if only for a moment. There is beauty in that love, but like all things there are flaws, imperfections and moments of weakness.
As an artist, I find perfection to be the most boring thing that one could strive for. If five artists gathered to paint a portrait of the same person, you will have five distinct and equally flawed and yet beautiful works of art. Five perfect portraits would be 5 copies of the same, is that truly something worth striving for? Or should we instead stop striving for the unachievable and learn to appreciate the beauty in those flaws that makes us all unique.
I did find beauty in the words of Lady Khanne, but I do believe to claim perfection in those things is to sell short the gritty flaws of life that really make the truth and beauty all around us truly stand out.
Perfection is, at best, an illusion. The feeling of being perfectly at peace? It is called solitude, or quite simply contentment. The beauty of the love between parent and child is one of the most perfect things I ever bear witness to, but that does not include those moments when the child has driven her mother to wits end, where she just has to find a nanny just so that she may find a reprieve, if only for a moment. There is beauty in that love, but like all things there are flaws, imperfections and moments of weakness.
As an artist, I find perfection to be the most boring thing that one could strive for. If five artists gathered to paint a portrait of the same person, you will have five distinct and equally flawed and yet beautiful works of art. Five perfect portraits would be 5 copies of the same, is that truly something worth striving for? Or should we instead stop striving for the unachievable and learn to appreciate the beauty in those flaws that makes us all unique.
I did find beauty in the words of Lady Khanne, but I do believe to claim perfection in those things is to sell short the gritty flaws of life that really make the truth and beauty all around us truly stand out.
Written By Niklas
Aug. 13, 2018, 8:52 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Sometimes your scars are the record of the mistakes others have made for which you paid.
Even if they're minor, even if they're almost invisible, those are the scars that you never forget.
Especially if the person whose mistake causes you pain never acknowledges it.
Even if they're minor, even if they're almost invisible, those are the scars that you never forget.
Especially if the person whose mistake causes you pain never acknowledges it.
Written By Denica
Aug. 13, 2018, 8:23 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Faruq
When I found myself in a rather crowded night at the Ebb and Flow, I was delighted by the company I found in Lord Faruq Seraceni. Speaking with him on his heritage and Eurusi background got Fatima and I talking about tutoring in the language. Truly I know so few speakers of the language, it should be nice to have another person to keep in practice with!
Of course we did all enjoy the company of Lady Monique and Lady Carita, I shouldn't want to keep them out as well, let us hope that all of our paths cross again in the future.
Of course we did all enjoy the company of Lady Monique and Lady Carita, I shouldn't want to keep them out as well, let us hope that all of our paths cross again in the future.
Written By Corban
Aug. 13, 2018, 8 a.m.(5/21/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Felicia
I could not be happier about Dame Felicia's promotion to the officer corps of the King's Own. She has acquitted herself well in recent expeditions, and has richly earned the rank of Knight Lieutenant.
Welcome, Knight Lieutenant Felicia. There is a good deal of paperwork to be done. But I am sure you will strike it down as well as you do the enemies of the Compact.
Welcome, Knight Lieutenant Felicia. There is a good deal of paperwork to be done. But I am sure you will strike it down as well as you do the enemies of the Compact.
Written By Marian
Aug. 13, 2018, 7:07 a.m.(5/20/1009 AR)
My scars are sometimes mistakes, sometimes badges of honor. It's validation that I am still here. I survived. I was damaged but not broken.
Written By Ann
Aug. 13, 2018, 5:19 a.m.(5/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Ryhalt
Only to have an endless supply of Westrock Coffee in Stormwall, my Lord.
I'm starting a school and helping Lord Kaldur set up a trade route - coffee will be in great demand, you know.
I'm starting a school and helping Lord Kaldur set up a trade route - coffee will be in great demand, you know.
Written By Faruq
Aug. 13, 2018, 2:30 a.m.(5/20/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Fatima
** Written quickly as if penned in a hurry. A few errant drops here and there but the handwriting is still... too... loopy **
I quite enjoyed our meeting as well Princess. It was I can say the most interesting day I have had since my coming to this city. I am glad to learn more of my Eurusi history and heritage if such is there, and as for the Canines... it is something I already do. I will of course help as I can.
As for Princess Denica, Lady Carita, and Lady Monique... I think we /both/ owe all three. Just to be safe and make sure nobody is left out.
I quite enjoyed our meeting as well Princess. It was I can say the most interesting day I have had since my coming to this city. I am glad to learn more of my Eurusi history and heritage if such is there, and as for the Canines... it is something I already do. I will of course help as I can.
As for Princess Denica, Lady Carita, and Lady Monique... I think we /both/ owe all three. Just to be safe and make sure nobody is left out.
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