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Written By Thea

April 10, 2021, 8:20 p.m.(4/9/1015 AR)

I did it, scholar. I'm married. Officially. I'm now. Lady Thea Wyvernheart. Sounds strange, coming from the lips. But there it is. And I'm happy. I'm happy and excited to start this new path, this new adventure. I don't can't even put into words how I feel right. I'm a bit overwhelmed to say the least. Thank you to everyone that came and celebrated with us. It was a lot of fun. We enjoyed it. Thank you too to those who reached out in some form or another. Everyone was appreciated.

Did I mention also that my mother actually sent me something? A necklace. That sometimes doesn't seem like much to some people, but this? This was a gift to my mother from my father on their on wedding day. My mother and I aren't particularly close you see, but I was very close to my father. This gesture, this gift from my mother means more to me than she'll ever realize.

Written By Savio

April 10, 2021, 8:08 p.m.(4/9/1015 AR)

An Ode to the White Journals

Devoted friends, can you believe
That someone said this shit to me?
I'll hit them where it hurts the most:
A vaguely worded call-out post!

"Now I don't really want to clash
Just want to say you've been an ass"
Of course no mention of your name
But you'll know it all the same

Despite the somewhat murky source
We'll all jump in on the discourse
Thoughts and opinions freely fly
Can you even believe that guy?

We'll forget in time, unless we don't
Unending feuds from what we wrote
Don't get me wrong, I love these fights --
Why else even read the Whites?

There actually haven't been many of these lately, but still, it's a genre unto itself, and if I'm being honest, I adore it.

Written By Drake

April 10, 2021, 8:01 p.m.(4/9/1015 AR)

There were times when I was not sure it was real, but, like that, we are married! It's time to begin a new chapter of life.

I couldn't be happier than I am at this moment.

Written By Sydney

April 10, 2021, 8 p.m.(4/9/1015 AR)

Finally, my clothing is seasonal again.

Certainly one thing to be said for wearing lighter armor, it's not quite as cozy as heavier fare with its padding and natural insulation. Something to do with the fact that they actually have sleeves that go down to their elbows or wrists, rather than my own, which terminate at the shoulder. It can't be helped - in my line of work, range of motion is everything, and staying faster than the other combatant is how my advantage works best. I strike hard, I strike fast, and I don't wade in to the thick of things unless I'm willing to risk a few scrapes and bruises in the process.

So, yes. I'm glad it's warmer, is what I'm getting at, and I can ditch this heavy cloak I've been having to cart around from my pack.

I could opine about new beginnings and opportunities, and all the things that come with a change to the temperature, but I'm content with not being quite so sharding cold.

Written By Audgrim

April 10, 2021, 5:13 p.m.(4/9/1015 AR)

Clear signs I am adapting to city life.

1. I can no longer fit everything I own in my backpack. I've put items in a footlocker cause carrying it around is just too much.
2. I bought a cologne today.

Written By Hadrian

April 10, 2021, 2:18 p.m.(4/9/1015 AR)

There is no single approach to diplomacy that encompasses every situation. Each interaction must be tailored to that individual or group, dependent upon the needs of that specific and unique encounter. One of very few imperative traits that carries from one interaction to another is the need to be genuine in your dealings.

It is folly to become trapped in thinking that dictates one method will work for every interaction. For some, words of affirmation and approval will go farther than lavish gifts. While for others even a minor act of service can be enough to show your dedication to a mutually beneficial arrangement. At its core the key to discovering what is need is quite simple: listen, understand.

It is important that while working diligently to make yourself flexible enough for the needs of others, that you do not allow your own wants or needs within the agreement to be entirely overshadowed or outright ignored.

Written By Rosalind

April 10, 2021, 1:03 p.m.(4/9/1015 AR)

Spring is here! It smells amazing! I've been in the grove, weeding out the flower beds, enjoying the smell of dirt and the feel of the dirt under my fingers. It's an amazing feeling, a feeling of newness. It's refreshing. The birds are definitely singing their excitedness too! I'm loving everything about it!

Written By Amari

April 10, 2021, 9:39 a.m.(4/8/1015 AR)

Uncle Norwood has been kind enough to permit me to help in his garden this spring, and I've moved to Clement House so that I can be up and ready with him and the sun each and every morning, and work straight through the day. I admit, to my great embarrassment, that while I very much appreciate and admire plants of all kinds, I've never tried to purposefully grow them in any sort of organized and deliberate fashion.

I did attempt to plow a field once. It's much harder than it looks, and I felt so badly about the meandering furrows I made, that I gave the poor farmer some silver as compensation for the damage I'd wrought. That's something I'll need to practice. Perhaps there's a field in Duskshire fit to task when I'm ready to try again. I'll put aside some silver, just in case.

Not wanting to have my attention stuck on worries and frustrations beyond this humble work and learning, I've politely informed the Marquis and Marquessa that I will be immediately stepping away from the duties of Voice and Minister of Income, and any active participation in Keaton's affairs generally unless the need is truly great. I've also been amicably released from my oaths as Knight of Oakhaven so that I'll no longer be bound in that manner either, should my new life as a turnip farming hedge knight not fully align somehow with the ambitions of House Keaton.

I feel it a change that was very long overdue. I've more than done my part for the House. It's time to lend my aid to the family and friends I've grown to cherish most in this world, and recognize as the dear and wonderful treasures that they are. Life is far too short to labor at unnecessary obligations for long when they can be just as well handled by someone else. I'd much rather aspire now to have a full heart, good friends and a green thumb, than a list of titles to my name that bring with them no happiness or fulfillment whatsoever.

Written By Claude

April 10, 2021, 8:56 a.m.(4/8/1015 AR)

I recently had a piece of custom jewelry made by the artisan Cufre Harrow. I did not give her much time and was even a little vague with regards to my expectations. Nevertheless, the finished piece that I was presented with was nothing short of magnificent. A truly inspired young artist.

Written By Piccola

April 9, 2021, 7:53 p.m.(4/7/1015 AR)

A wise general cannot be contented with planning without exerting herself in the use of means for the obtaining the objects we strategize for.

To attribute the efficacy of strategy to their mere external performance, apart from the interior discipline they demand, is to fall into superstition.

Written By Natasha

April 9, 2021, 3:57 p.m.(4/7/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Romulius

Until the last week, we have never spent over a day furious with one another. I am grateful that two decades of familiarity and friendship have come with the unspoken reassurance that no matter what happens between us, we will always find our footing, somehow, and develop a better understanding of one another.

Written By Natasha

April 9, 2021, 3:52 p.m.(4/7/1015 AR)

This week has been peppered with at least one visit per day to the Shrine of Lagoma, to offer my prayers and devotion to the goddess of change and healing. Today's visit was dedicated to expressing my gratitude to her for improvements and developments in a variety of endeavors, but most especially for whatever intercessions that she has decided to visit upon a person who I believe needed it.

I am grateful that, despite the trials of the last week, I have held onto my faith, can still turn to my gods and find solace and succor, and know that my prayers will be answered in some way, even if it simply means peace of mind.

Written By Gwenna

April 9, 2021, 11:36 a.m.(4/7/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Deva

I have been grateful every day, for every day I get to spend with my cousin since her return. To hear Deva's laughter echoing in the halls of the villa, or to see the smirks on the lips of the staff as they make her favorite treats, and the way she infects us all with her mischievous joy...these things are gifts. A reminder, too, for we so very rarely (if ever) get a second chance like the one we've all been given. I'm also excited that she has been named a Voice and very much look forward to working beside her for House Redrain!

Written By Gwenna

April 9, 2021, 10:43 a.m.(4/6/1015 AR)

With spring comes thawing landscapes and, thus, a revival of plans and projects that we put down for winter. There never seems to be enough time to do all the things that need doing and allow a bit of free time, these days, but that's really nothing new. I don't mind terribly much, as keeping busy with my duties is quite rewarding, but hopefully soon I'll find a balance that allows me to pursue more personal endeavors again as well.

Written By Clarisse

April 9, 2021, 8:09 a.m.(4/6/1015 AR)

This city is far different from the countryside I grew up in, it is quickly becoming Home, in a way I didn't expect. I am making new friends, finding new interests, and coming to trust those around me more. I am so afraid anymore with so many friends around. I am discovering more about myself I didn't know. While the nightmares still linger, my mind is now preoccupied by the needs of my new home. I find a new love of books that are inspiring thoughts to build a new Library, there can never be enough havens for precious tomes. So let us see, I can see the need for new school, a new hospital for our house and her people, and a library, among many things I am sure I have just not discovered yet, but one thing at a time.

Written By Medeia

April 9, 2021, 1:49 a.m.(4/6/1015 AR)

Scholar, I've decided that if I am to have a doll of you made, I should know your name. And isn't it strange that I haven't known it all this time? I've always believed that knowing, and using, someone's name is important. Clive? Clive. That's a nice name. I'm sorry I didn't ask you months ago.

What have I been doing? Well, I had another meeting about the midwife training center earlier. It's satisfying to know that project is nearly complete! The amount of silver that has gone into this is boggling, honestly, and the project itself has grown in exciting ways I didn't envision when I conceived of it. Yes, pun intended. I was a Harlequin, Scholar Clive. There is a good chance that all the construction and furnishing will be done within the next month! Spring being here has allowed for some things to move ahead quickly, now. I'm looking forward to the unveiling so I can publicly acknowledge all the effort of the people who have been helping make this happen.

Otherwise? Things have been a little quieter the past several days, though there is much ahead. My patron, Lady Thea, is marrying Lord Drake soon. I am thrilled for the both of them! They work well together, truly, it's a strong match. Wyvernheart is gaining a great boon in having her join their house; she's got the kind of energy, skills, and determination that will serve well in a holding that is still being properly reclaimed and explored. I've been lucky to see the strengthening of their bond, their commitment to having a union that benefits both their houses. However, I will almost certainly cry at the celebration. Why? People cry at weddings. Oh, Scholar Clive, I need to see other Scholars! But you're right. I am sad. After, she will no longer be my patron. A bittersweet moment, to be sure. We were friends long before we were patron and protege, so I expect there will be little change.

I've become curious about how other people have chosen the names of their children. And Best Liars or Salt Parents. These decisions seem like they would be life altering for a child. Strangely, I couldn't say who my Best Liar is. Was? No matter. There are so many decisions to be made, and soon, that it's overwhelming. Oh? I suppose it is interesting that I've been a midwife for so long and have a lack of insight into these particular matters. Did you know that I'm a Salt Parent? I am! To three children, actually. And no, I still can't say I know how that decision is made. Perhaps some curious reader of the whites will see this and send anecdotes or guidance.

Written By Zakhar

April 8, 2021, 11:33 p.m.(4/6/1015 AR)

Relationship Note on Clarisse

It's amusing the things we find when we're not directly looking for them. Thankfully catching up with a friend send them looking a wildly different direction. I believe that I've got a handle on what needs to be set, where holes should be and how to control it.

Yes. I had my cane! There's witnesses even!
The cats were smiling to the madness and that Lady with the other one, they seemed a little off didn't they? Or was I completely distracted?

Scholar! Hello. Were did ya come from?
Reports. Sorry for waking the lowers, though happy to report it was found the beaches under the bridge. Pain to get to, was still in one piece. Which means we're getting better with the metals. Going to look at some jewelry, some of those metals take a hammering good. Might be what's needed.

Written By Bahiya

April 8, 2021, 7:35 p.m.(4/5/1015 AR)

Coming to Arx brought many things.

Freedom, of course, but also time, space for growth and peace and purpose.

My heart is full. I am at peace and content in a way I have never been. What a blessing, this journey.

Written By Cambria

April 8, 2021, 5:16 p.m.(4/5/1015 AR)

Politics is about compromise. The opposing sides find some middle ground that they can accept or some combination of their proposals that prevent either side from feeling cheated by the other. Importantly, however, compromise should only be had when it is understood that both sides want what is best.

Of course, what is best and for whom is an entirely different matter.

Written By Amari

April 8, 2021, 11:56 a.m.(4/5/1015 AR)

I've sat down to write on three separate occasions and it wasn't ink that dripped from my quill, but great quantities of salt and venom. I need to be away from Arx again for a time to lessen my frustration and impatience. A jaunt out into the wilds might be just the thing. I can be as "pessimistic" as I care to be there. When returned to my proper element, I'll care not at all for the doings of the Compact and put firmly out of mind, all of my recent disappointments.

Such concerns fade quite naturally to nothing the deeper one goes into the wood. Do the ancient trees care for the hurt feelings of a lady passing beneath their boughs? The chipmunk for laws they've broken or the songbird for the latest fashions? Do the deer conspire among themselves in hushed tones, trading secrets they deny their lessers? Do the speckled trout in the stream plot dark machinations? Of course not. That's only for human minds to twist themselves into tight knots over.

I feel the time has arrived to shed the ill fitting skin that was necessary these last few years, but is no longer. I was never an obedient hound of perfect pedigree, but a stray who wandered in from the cold and forgot herself for a while, curled up by the warm hearth. If I snarl and bark when I shouldn't, it's only because I've finally woke from my long slumber and am remembering what I was, and was meant to be, and just how hungry I am.

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