Written By Juniper
Aug. 10, 2018, 5:55 a.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
Sometimes, in Arx, it feels to me that there are more people than stars. Objectively I know this to be untrue but feelings rarely follow absolute truth and tonight, it felt like all the stars in the firmament were collected in the Menagerie.
On a sidenote, a heavenly menagerie would be breathtaking, wouldn't it? How does one craft a habitat for comets? What is the ideal bedding material for a star? What do suns eat, and what tonics do you give them when they're ailing? Oh, I need to look at the heavens more often. What a precious world we live in.
But back to the original point of my taking quill in hand. There were very many people at the masquerade tonight and at first I thought I'd made a mistake in going (probably not a wise thing for a Whisper to admit in public but there it is, the truth -and- my feelings) but then a stranger petitioned for someone to dance with his friend, and I needed a dance partner as well, and we almost won the entire competition! I feel compelled to mention here, on the heels of my heavenly menagerie idea, that it was the masked sun and moon who did win the thing.
Coincidence? I think -not-.
Congratulations to our celestial victors, and a grateful kiss blown right from my ink-stained fingers to these people in order: the bull who was my dancing partner, the silver wolf who made it possible for us to pair up, the artisans who made such exquisite prizes, and whomever was brave and wonderful enough to decide to attend as a sad-face stump.
You, sir or madam, are the true winner, I think we can all agree.
On a sidenote, a heavenly menagerie would be breathtaking, wouldn't it? How does one craft a habitat for comets? What is the ideal bedding material for a star? What do suns eat, and what tonics do you give them when they're ailing? Oh, I need to look at the heavens more often. What a precious world we live in.
But back to the original point of my taking quill in hand. There were very many people at the masquerade tonight and at first I thought I'd made a mistake in going (probably not a wise thing for a Whisper to admit in public but there it is, the truth -and- my feelings) but then a stranger petitioned for someone to dance with his friend, and I needed a dance partner as well, and we almost won the entire competition! I feel compelled to mention here, on the heels of my heavenly menagerie idea, that it was the masked sun and moon who did win the thing.
Coincidence? I think -not-.
Congratulations to our celestial victors, and a grateful kiss blown right from my ink-stained fingers to these people in order: the bull who was my dancing partner, the silver wolf who made it possible for us to pair up, the artisans who made such exquisite prizes, and whomever was brave and wonderful enough to decide to attend as a sad-face stump.
You, sir or madam, are the true winner, I think we can all agree.
Written By Lys
Aug. 10, 2018, 4:45 a.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
I dreamt that with a knife, so sharp it sang, I split open my stomach and stuffed it full of citrus.
Written By Lys
Aug. 10, 2018, 4:04 a.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Theo
I place my heart before his throne,
It beats for him alone.
It beats for him alone.
Written By Sina
Aug. 10, 2018, 2:37 a.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Turo
It is Vellichor's charge to us to record our lives within the Whites, that future generations might remember, and that knowledge of what has passed will not be lost. It is up to each of us to decide what we consider important enough to transcribe within these pages. It is all sacred and recorded, and entrusted to our care as Scholars.
I imagine in the future that, in the midst of all the trials and tribulations we may face, some might find a hint of levity and frivolity in our lives as well. We live a colorful existence, and each one of us has a unique perspective. Three people in a room might look at a vase of flowers and see three different things. One might see the vase, the way it is shaped, the patterns on the porcelain; another might see it for the flowers, their beauty, the spray of color; while others might note the play of light and shadow upon both vase and flower. Yet, each one sees the same vase of flowers. Such is it with our lives.
The Whites allow us a glimpse into the lives of each other, into our thoughts, musings, hopes, dreams, troubles, adventures and yes, even the bits of flavor that may seem meaningless to some, but important for others. We share the same Dream, but we envision it differently. We Scholars consider it our sacred obligation to record these things for posterity. There are forces in this world which would squelch our voices. They would see us silenced, and see knowledge lost. We have forgotten things before... important things, and so this is why we record even the tiniest shred of what anyone wishes to share about their lives. That future generations may look back, and see the different facets of our existence.
I imagine in the future that, in the midst of all the trials and tribulations we may face, some might find a hint of levity and frivolity in our lives as well. We live a colorful existence, and each one of us has a unique perspective. Three people in a room might look at a vase of flowers and see three different things. One might see the vase, the way it is shaped, the patterns on the porcelain; another might see it for the flowers, their beauty, the spray of color; while others might note the play of light and shadow upon both vase and flower. Yet, each one sees the same vase of flowers. Such is it with our lives.
The Whites allow us a glimpse into the lives of each other, into our thoughts, musings, hopes, dreams, troubles, adventures and yes, even the bits of flavor that may seem meaningless to some, but important for others. We share the same Dream, but we envision it differently. We Scholars consider it our sacred obligation to record these things for posterity. There are forces in this world which would squelch our voices. They would see us silenced, and see knowledge lost. We have forgotten things before... important things, and so this is why we record even the tiniest shred of what anyone wishes to share about their lives. That future generations may look back, and see the different facets of our existence.
Written By Turo
Aug. 10, 2018, 2:21 a.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
One day I will understand why we bother writing such worthless shit in these journals, and why we feel the need to reply to the aforementioned shit with worse.
It's madness. Oh, I'm aware of the precepts and all, but I cannot imagine anyone in 1000 years wanting to read most of this.
The worst part is that people must be spending hours reading random journals. Do none of them have jobs? If I didn't have to write here, I wouldn't. I have shit to do.
It's madness. Oh, I'm aware of the precepts and all, but I cannot imagine anyone in 1000 years wanting to read most of this.
The worst part is that people must be spending hours reading random journals. Do none of them have jobs? If I didn't have to write here, I wouldn't. I have shit to do.
Written By Bliss
Aug. 10, 2018, 1:16 a.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
Literally every garment I brought along on that trip has been soaked through in blood, the smell of smoke from burning books wreathes around me, my abdominal muscles ache from too much laughter, my sword arm is nearly numb.
Life back in Arx seems so sleepy in comparison. I watch the trees, waiting to see who is hiding in them, and am disappointed to find that it is only squirrels, insects and bark. When I hear giggling and draw my rapier, the innocent children walking by run, instead of enacting their attempt on my life - or to try to get my autograph (let's face it - usually both). There are no traps on my door waiting to slice off my leg so that someone can have a souvenir, there is no fifteen minutes back and forth riddle contest to get myself a loaf of bread, there's no bundle of spider eggs hidden inside the loaf of bread, there are no statues of air or signs warning of my hilarious and horrific death, and blood magic is oh so rare.
My work continues to be here, but -
Can I really say it's good to be back?
Life back in Arx seems so sleepy in comparison. I watch the trees, waiting to see who is hiding in them, and am disappointed to find that it is only squirrels, insects and bark. When I hear giggling and draw my rapier, the innocent children walking by run, instead of enacting their attempt on my life - or to try to get my autograph (let's face it - usually both). There are no traps on my door waiting to slice off my leg so that someone can have a souvenir, there is no fifteen minutes back and forth riddle contest to get myself a loaf of bread, there's no bundle of spider eggs hidden inside the loaf of bread, there are no statues of air or signs warning of my hilarious and horrific death, and blood magic is oh so rare.
My work continues to be here, but -
Can I really say it's good to be back?
Written By Ailith
Aug. 10, 2018, 12:41 a.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Word has reached the Palace Courts of the enjoyment and enchantment of a successful masquerade. However, there is one bit of news, which I must amend as there was a misunderstanding with the delivery of the donated prize ring.
I wish to thank and express my gratitude to Grandmaster Joscelin and her team at the Crafter's Gallery for work with me on the design of the ring. When I arrived with ideas for this donation, I knew I could count on her and her team to take such a seed of a dream to nurture and blossom the dream to one of inspiration and beauty.
Thank you for your extraordinary talent in not only spinning and deftly twisting metal and stone, but acutely able to manage a customer and harvest her dream. You are quite blessed by Jayus.
I wish to thank and express my gratitude to Grandmaster Joscelin and her team at the Crafter's Gallery for work with me on the design of the ring. When I arrived with ideas for this donation, I knew I could count on her and her team to take such a seed of a dream to nurture and blossom the dream to one of inspiration and beauty.
Thank you for your extraordinary talent in not only spinning and deftly twisting metal and stone, but acutely able to manage a customer and harvest her dream. You are quite blessed by Jayus.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 10, 2018, 12:06 a.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
There's seldom a Crafter that won't bend over backwards for a client that is both sincere and prompt in their gratitude, as well as payment.
Written By Victus
Aug. 9, 2018, 11:18 p.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
Archduchess Eleyna is my best friend and I am declaring this of my own free will.
Written By Delilah
Aug. 9, 2018, 11:10 p.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
::Phlogiston::
If I shall not write
my name in iron gall
Then I will inscribe
my fate in vermeil.
If I shall not write
my name in iron gall
Then I will inscribe
my fate in vermeil.
Written By Denica
Aug. 9, 2018, 10:30 p.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Today I've learned that my dear cousin has never been informed of the existence of cosmetics. Honestly, I feel like so many quarrels would be avoided if he could just learn to understand things outside of drinking and fighting. I shouldn't leave all that up to the Princess Consort, but perhaps I should begin with a cursory lesson in a few of the essentials. To help him avoid similar incidents in the future.
Step one: This is your wife's wardrobe.
Step Two: Don't touch.
Honestly, this is good advice for all married couples. I should be a mediator.
Step one: This is your wife's wardrobe.
Step Two: Don't touch.
Honestly, this is good advice for all married couples. I should be a mediator.
Written By Victus
Aug. 9, 2018, 10:06 p.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
I wish to publicly apologize to my wife for implying that she is a witch, that I ate some of her 'cosmetics' which I have now learned are a thing which have existed for a very long time, that I put her 'cosmetics' back out of alphabetical order, and that I implied she was old but a very pretty old person. I am sometimes dumb.
I miss my alcohol, children, and weapons and would like them back please.
I miss my alcohol, children, and weapons and would like them back please.
Written By Caspian
Aug. 9, 2018, 9:24 p.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
I think this is the last year I'm going to go to the Menagerie Masquerade Ball. While I love myself a good party, the past two years it's been so crowded and filled with loud people who don't have an indoor voice. Couldn't even hear the people next to me.
Written By Oliver
Aug. 9, 2018, 8:44 p.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
I don't know about this Saedrus fellow, but you've got the prettiest glow about you that I've ever seen. Especially when you're mad and you get all red and splotchy in places? That's my second favorite glow of yours.
Written By Vanora
Aug. 9, 2018, 8:02 p.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
There is a feeling of dread so quick in the air that it is crushing.
I wonder if everyone feels it or just I do...if something terrible is going to happen....or just something terrible to me, or someone I life.
So nervous and for something I've done before. I feel foolish.
And afraid.
I wonder if everyone feels it or just I do...if something terrible is going to happen....or just something terrible to me, or someone I life.
So nervous and for something I've done before. I feel foolish.
And afraid.
Written By Saoirse
Aug. 9, 2018, 7:49 p.m.(5/14/1009 AR)
At ...what point should we perhaps start pointing out that the emperor, so to speak, is naked. I wonder.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 9, 2018, 7:32 p.m.(5/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
Powdered gold from head to toe. Maybe an artfully splashed bit of morning sunshine. And dewdrops. Everywhere.
I need to commission Fort for a painting.
I need to commission Fort for a painting.
Written By Aleksei
Aug. 9, 2018, 7:31 p.m.(5/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Honestly, my favorite moments are when he's got creases on his cheek from the pillowcase and his hair is a wavy mess, because I'm the only person in the world who gets to see that.
Written By Joscelin
Aug. 9, 2018, 7:29 p.m.(5/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Aleksei
I'm sure the man rolls out of bed and shakes off stardust and runs a hand through his hair and he's perfection.
Don't crush my dreams.
Don't crush my dreams.
Written By Aleksei
Aug. 9, 2018, 7:28 p.m.(5/13/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
You'd be surprised how much time he spends in front of the vanity.
Or maybe you wouldn't!
Or maybe you wouldn't!
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