Written By Tanith
April 6, 2020, 10:42 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
It got cold and wet,
down your shirt, I fret,
so you walked me home.
We were tired from talking,
the streets, and the stalking,
so you walked me home.
It was too long to be up,
the mess, all those cups!
still, you walked me home.
Our hands fit just so,
the ice wind their foe,
Kept warm,
while you took us home.
down your shirt, I fret,
so you walked me home.
We were tired from talking,
the streets, and the stalking,
so you walked me home.
It was too long to be up,
the mess, all those cups!
still, you walked me home.
Our hands fit just so,
the ice wind their foe,
Kept warm,
while you took us home.
Written By Gianna
April 6, 2020, 10:35 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Talia
Every time I step into Elegant Impressions to work out a new gown, I pause and gaze at the seraphim steelsilk gown there. I can't help myself. While I come up with the ideas for most of my clothing, that gown is beyond anything my imagination could have ever dreamed of. It is the pinnacle of dress design and craftsmanship, and my heart aches for it.
I have a particular relationship with clothing and fashion. When I was a child, I had nothing but castoffs and stolen items. I very purposefully had nothing anyone would want, because then I had nothing for them to take away. I dreamed of cloth that wasn't scratchy, of shirts and leggings without holes. Of sturdy shoes that didn't leak. I barely dared to dream about silk.
When I came to Arx, the first considerable bit of silver I came into was spent on a silk dress, slippers, and a bit of garnet jewelry to fit in places other than the Lowers. That's a story I've told many a time, and that clothing was a stepping stone toward the success I enjoy today. I gave up that dress for what I consider to be a good cause, but every other dress I've had made is tucked away in my suite at the College. I even wear them multiple times, to the horror of some. The jewelry, too, from the simple pieces I could afford when I was starting out to the epiphanite and dragonweep I have today. I can't throw them out. I still wear them. While I own a considerable amount of luxurious brocade, I also keep more common staples in my wardrobe. Items most commoners could afford, perhaps with a bit of saving, and I wear them proudly, because it shows that such expense isn't required to be fashionable, to be striking.
But that dress... that dress makes me not care if people can afford what I wear or not. I just want it. It is of such dizzying expense. Perhaps I could just try it on one day...?
I have a particular relationship with clothing and fashion. When I was a child, I had nothing but castoffs and stolen items. I very purposefully had nothing anyone would want, because then I had nothing for them to take away. I dreamed of cloth that wasn't scratchy, of shirts and leggings without holes. Of sturdy shoes that didn't leak. I barely dared to dream about silk.
When I came to Arx, the first considerable bit of silver I came into was spent on a silk dress, slippers, and a bit of garnet jewelry to fit in places other than the Lowers. That's a story I've told many a time, and that clothing was a stepping stone toward the success I enjoy today. I gave up that dress for what I consider to be a good cause, but every other dress I've had made is tucked away in my suite at the College. I even wear them multiple times, to the horror of some. The jewelry, too, from the simple pieces I could afford when I was starting out to the epiphanite and dragonweep I have today. I can't throw them out. I still wear them. While I own a considerable amount of luxurious brocade, I also keep more common staples in my wardrobe. Items most commoners could afford, perhaps with a bit of saving, and I wear them proudly, because it shows that such expense isn't required to be fashionable, to be striking.
But that dress... that dress makes me not care if people can afford what I wear or not. I just want it. It is of such dizzying expense. Perhaps I could just try it on one day...?
Written By Strozza
April 6, 2020, 10:34 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Tender walks weaving in-between steps of those who care after,
Slow gathering of their surrounding, eyes golden and ashen,
Wonder at their grace, and sometime lack there of, descending from a rafter,
Two new, tied together, one older and one faster
In many ways likened to another pair they mimic in their fashion.
Both strong with their bond to mistress and master,
Expressed in uneven measure of sweetness and dispassion.
Slow gathering of their surrounding, eyes golden and ashen,
Wonder at their grace, and sometime lack there of, descending from a rafter,
Two new, tied together, one older and one faster
In many ways likened to another pair they mimic in their fashion.
Both strong with their bond to mistress and master,
Expressed in uneven measure of sweetness and dispassion.
Written By Strozza
April 6, 2020, 10:19 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
Cambria by Strozza Mazetti
Wend coils through the hearts distant and tightly held.
Watchful eye that keeps close the voice.
Seek us out the disparate that under single name we meld.
Coils like lines of rope, twisted braid to give poise.
Many heads and body single.
Through careful wisdom do we immingle.
Wend coils through the hearts distant and tightly held.
Watchful eye that keeps close the voice.
Seek us out the disparate that under single name we meld.
Coils like lines of rope, twisted braid to give poise.
Many heads and body single.
Through careful wisdom do we immingle.
Written By Catalana
April 6, 2020, 4:56 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
My darling husband came third in a baking contest and presented me the most beautiful cupcake pin.
After tasting it, I wonder how many competed, but they were darling heart cookies and the children are excited to begin their baking adventures with daddy.
Clearly I have the most wonderful husband around.
After tasting it, I wonder how many competed, but they were darling heart cookies and the children are excited to begin their baking adventures with daddy.
Clearly I have the most wonderful husband around.
Written By Sunaia
April 6, 2020, 4:44 a.m.(1/23/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Killian
I happened upon several of our cousins at the Ambassador Salon, Killian. They're amazing, wonderful - and cousin Sorrel had so many amazing things to tell me of you and your adventures together. 'Murderdogs,' I think she called the beasts you fought together, shortly after meeting when she arrived in Arx. She tells her stories so well, it's like I was there. I love it.
And I love you, miss you fiercely. You'd hardly recognize me, though, I think - even aside from having grown.
I took to reading through some of your journals, which I haven't done before. I don't know why; I just haven't. No, that's entirely untrue: I know exactly why. I wasn't ready, didn't want to read about you as if I couldn't talk to you. But you don't talk back from that huge statue, even when I talk to you. (You don't talk back from the small one I keep in my pocket, either; though that would be quite a trick, wouldn't it?)
Aislin's gone. I'll read her journals next; maybe I can figure out how it is she always managed to befriend everyone she'd meet.
And I'm told I'm like Avary, repeatedly. Mainly by the Godsworn, but they'd know her best. I'm not sure how to take it, though, all things considered.
I'm learning a lot about myself, about others. Learning I can't do everything I might want to do. And I'm not entirely sure if I'm alone or if I'm not, though it matters less, now that I've found the Wyrmguards. I hope it matters less, anyway.
I'm managing, though, to accept that you're gone. There are those responsible for that, in a way, since I've been forced to realize a lot of truths.
Truths, Killian, are all I want anymore: The truth of you; the truth of me; the truths of Addison and Avary and Aislin. And others. And, truthfully, I'd rather be like you. I'd rather be a heroine. I'd rather be someone to admire.
I'm working towards it. But there are so many times when I regret our years apart and I just miss you.
And I love you, miss you fiercely. You'd hardly recognize me, though, I think - even aside from having grown.
I took to reading through some of your journals, which I haven't done before. I don't know why; I just haven't. No, that's entirely untrue: I know exactly why. I wasn't ready, didn't want to read about you as if I couldn't talk to you. But you don't talk back from that huge statue, even when I talk to you. (You don't talk back from the small one I keep in my pocket, either; though that would be quite a trick, wouldn't it?)
Aislin's gone. I'll read her journals next; maybe I can figure out how it is she always managed to befriend everyone she'd meet.
And I'm told I'm like Avary, repeatedly. Mainly by the Godsworn, but they'd know her best. I'm not sure how to take it, though, all things considered.
I'm learning a lot about myself, about others. Learning I can't do everything I might want to do. And I'm not entirely sure if I'm alone or if I'm not, though it matters less, now that I've found the Wyrmguards. I hope it matters less, anyway.
I'm managing, though, to accept that you're gone. There are those responsible for that, in a way, since I've been forced to realize a lot of truths.
Truths, Killian, are all I want anymore: The truth of you; the truth of me; the truths of Addison and Avary and Aislin. And others. And, truthfully, I'd rather be like you. I'd rather be a heroine. I'd rather be someone to admire.
I'm working towards it. But there are so many times when I regret our years apart and I just miss you.
Written By Cambria
April 6, 2020, 1:32 a.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
So much of art, but poetry especially, is inspired by infatuation, first loves, first kisses, and first glances. It is not hard to find songs written about longing and loss, heartbreak, estrangement, and pain. We are told all aspects of love - from rapture to sorrow - are beautiful. Yet it seems to me, overlooked in a dusty corner, there are but a handful of poems about domesticity and the joys of familiarity, and comparatively so few tales about the comfort and bliss of lifelong love.
Written By Sunaia
April 6, 2020, 12:46 a.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
Gloria, what a beauty is my new weapon! I've never seen its like - neither in form nor in craftsmanship. The iridescite lilies absolutely shine against the alaricite; and the craftsmanship, the detail on the wolf is extraordinary. I'm so proud of it, so proud of my Moonsilver. Felix, too, is so thoughtful; he even managed to carve a detail into the moonstone at the base of the pommel to resemble the Ashford motif.
The priest is a master, truly. Jayus must be proud, extremely proud.
And I have found reason to be happy again.
I simply love it and it will never leave my side.
The priest is a master, truly. Jayus must be proud, extremely proud.
And I have found reason to be happy again.
I simply love it and it will never leave my side.
Written By Selene
April 6, 2020, 12:12 a.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
I am grateful for many things.
Truly for the warmth of spirit and kindness displayed by some cherished friends in this city. They are the lights of my day, the dawn breaking over the horizon on my thoughts.
Truly for the warmth of spirit and kindness displayed by some cherished friends in this city. They are the lights of my day, the dawn breaking over the horizon on my thoughts.
Written By Mabelle
April 5, 2020, 11:50 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Jael
Now to devour our enemies like you devour cookies.
I worry for my reputation.
I worry for my reputation.
Written By Riagnon
April 5, 2020, 10:50 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
I owe the greatest debt of gratitude to both Lord Commander Eleanor, my patron, and Dame Ida. My unique connection to either is convoluted, to say the least, but combined they've provided me with the grandest weapon I think I will ever call my own. While Earthstriker, the warpick of Aviaron's Peak, is an honor to wield in service of my house.. Avalanche, the indomitable warpick, will be mine and mine alone. To think, after Eleanor gifted me the necessary ingots of alaricite, Ida shied away from the commission for lack of being considered 'a legend.' Well, she's a legend to me! Now more than ever!
I don't know that I've felt this alight over a blade since I first donned Sunny -- the Nightgold-inspired shortsword gifted to me when I was elevated from squire to knight, and one of the precious personal objects Kenna and I sacrificed at Stone Grove when we were wed.
I don't know that I've felt this alight over a blade since I first donned Sunny -- the Nightgold-inspired shortsword gifted to me when I was elevated from squire to knight, and one of the precious personal objects Kenna and I sacrificed at Stone Grove when we were wed.
Written By Svana
April 5, 2020, 10:47 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
We have gone baking with the Laurents. I ate a delicious chocolate chip cookie, then I made some cookie dough - which wasn't half bad, but I didn't take mine home. There was an eating competition that I was sure I could win, but as soon as I smelled the peanut butter and made it past the second cookie, I had to puke. This whole pregnancy thing is a bit of a bust at times, but the end result will surely be worth it. I do hope that I didn't offend Lady Mabelle further by throwing up in her yard.
After I got my bearings, I went to the Murder to see if I could still enjoy pies. Guess what? That hasn't been ruined yet for me. Miss Tanith gave me delightful little apple handpies! And I got to meet several new people, and see Lord Drake again, which was nice.
I've never been much on eating 'full meals' or much at all through the day, but right now my body is playing a cruel joke on me. One minute it says 'eat' and the next minute it says 'just kidding' in the worst of ways.
After I got my bearings, I went to the Murder to see if I could still enjoy pies. Guess what? That hasn't been ruined yet for me. Miss Tanith gave me delightful little apple handpies! And I got to meet several new people, and see Lord Drake again, which was nice.
I've never been much on eating 'full meals' or much at all through the day, but right now my body is playing a cruel joke on me. One minute it says 'eat' and the next minute it says 'just kidding' in the worst of ways.
Written By Porter
April 5, 2020, 10:05 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
I've never really been much of a thinker or an intellectual or whatever. But I've been trying to look into something a little bit more deeply later. I don't know how much headway I'm making. I do know that I'm getting a nasty headache from reading, damn.
Written By Tarik
April 5, 2020, 10:04 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
I am going to be hosting my first event before the winter is over with. Who knew that such things had so many moving parts to them. It might be easier leading an army up the mountain than organizing a social event for people. Lucky for me, I have my secret beautiful weapon to help me.
Written By Catalana
April 5, 2020, 9:56 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
I tried to hold my own against Wash. The challenge was whiskey and dancing.
I lost spectacularly.
I also learnt hangovers in your thirties is much worse than in your twenties.
I lost spectacularly.
I also learnt hangovers in your thirties is much worse than in your twenties.
Written By Katryn
April 5, 2020, 9:55 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Philippe
I hope with all my heart that the ring stays close to your heart, and reminds you by its weight that good things do happen through diligence, and not just for yourself, but for those you love and those around you.
They happened to me, and I am blessed to have been born a daughter of Chevalle.
They happened to me, and I am blessed to have been born a daughter of Chevalle.
Written By Katryn
April 5, 2020, 9:54 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Drake
Lord Drake has a gift for male fashion, and his bold advice of patterns and colors have done me well! If only there was some way to recognize his skill more...
Written By Scarlett
April 5, 2020, 9:49 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
It's funny how beautiful these nails are. I don't even feel the glue I had to use to put them on. They're ever so much nicer than those little lye-burnt nubbins I had had thanks to all that ash hauling I had to do. I wish they could be forever, but I suppose I have the advantage of flexibility, now.
Written By Bellamy
April 5, 2020, 9:46 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
My first impression of this woman, who I have come to learn is 'Prima' Shard, was that of a brutal warrior. She spoke of gruesome implements of war and hunting as if they were common day things. However, as we have continued to encounter each other she has oddly been kinder to me than people of Arx, I have encountered. Meaning no insult to the Prima, but I have glanced at her journals and have caught wind of people speak of her...
I must wonder if I am so annoying to my own people that a Prodigal that many would consider a rabble-rouser has been kinder to me in her unadulterated indifference than born citizens of the Compact?
I must wonder if I am so annoying to my own people that a Prodigal that many would consider a rabble-rouser has been kinder to me in her unadulterated indifference than born citizens of the Compact?
Written By Esme
April 5, 2020, 9:33 p.m.(1/22/1013 AR)
I cannot come up with the words I want to put in the journal today. I know I'm supposed to, but I'm just lost on it. My mind today is a whirl of thoughts and feelings. I have lost a friend. I have made a potential new one. I have been a subject of fiction. My truth has been accused of lies.
I suppose it is the times we live in.
Love each other. That is all we have.
I suppose it is the times we live in.
Love each other. That is all we have.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.