Aug. 7, 2016, 1:13 a.m.(3/23/1004 AR)
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I've yet to get to know the princess, but the few times we've crossed paths have been memorable. She's shown kindness to my protege, Acacia, something I certainly appreciate. She's spoke up when someone sought to disrespect me in her home, and in doing so spared me the having to deal with it myself. I would like to get to know her, understand her. She could be a great ally to have in House Redrain.
Aug. 7, 2016, 1:01 a.m.(3/23/1004 AR)
Memories of House Redrain's Northern Feast is a bit of a blur to me, but undoubtedly noteworthy. It was an evening of unlikely Silks and high-stakes dancing, far-off stories and pilfered whiskey, numerous spiders and dangerous gifts, ever-watching Hoods and sailor-quantities of rum, misspoken titles and secretive messengers.
The noble presence was resplendent as ever. The Redrain Hosts took their duties to the fullest, with stoked fires both warm and fierce and entertainment always present by wager or whiskey. The Velenosan entourage were eye-catching both in their distinct fashion and individual characters, with perhaps the highlight of the evening being that dangerously intense dance between the Grand Duchess and the Sword of Lenosia. Courtesan Jacinthe Whisper honored those of her particular art and I imagine in the future, she'll be a frequent companion upon the arms of the elite.
I always relish the lounge when I return to my true home, nestled in the oft-forgotten darkness of the city, but even people like me can enjoy a night out. Plus, really, that was a lot of free alcohol provided over bear-skin rugs and roasted boars. That deserves a significant call out.
Aug. 6, 2016, 9:39 p.m.(3/23/1004 AR)
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I wonder sometimes if Inquisitor Alistair and I would've been friends were he not... well, an Inquisitor. Or if when he spoke of glass bottles and forgotten messages if it would've just ended with us brawling in a back alley somewhere. I appreciate his dry humor when it shines through and isn't quite to the level of 'This isn't humor, but me thinking of all the ways to undo you'. Granted, that's probably a rare thing. There's questions sometimes that I want to ask him, provoked by a testament of life worn on his skin. But there's now an undeniable separation between the worlds which stands out as starkly as the color of his robes.
Aug. 6, 2016, 6:51 p.m.(3/23/1004 AR)
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Anyone that's lived in the Lower Boroughs has met the type at least once- a flighty, silly fucking noblewoman looking for a thrill by meeting the dangerous individuals that would never, ever be welcomed to polite social functions of the nobility. The Countess of Darkwater is exactly the type; you can see it in how she smiles and the questions she asks. Sooner or later she'll see something real that reminds her it's not just for fun, and flit off back to the safe walls of her noble house.
Aug. 6, 2016, 11:15 a.m.(3/22/1004 AR)
The showing was a complete success, I couldn't possibly be more proud. The foals were by and large on their best behavior, though there was one little beauty that decided to take a bite out of someone's thigh and subsequently found herself unselected. There is a rider for every horse, and I am confident she'll find the person meant to lead her with time. I thought I might write down a few notes here for posterity, instead of having to shift through stacks of registration paperwork.
Duke Niccolo Velenosa named his black foal 'Dauntless', and considering the spirit displayed by the little stallion in the making, I think it is an apt moniker indeed.
Prince Dagon Thrax also selected a black foal and opted against gelding, naming the tiny stallion 'Trouble' which means he at least knows what he is in for with that wildling.
Princess Fatima Thrax opted for one of the most beautifully colored foals, her coat comparable to exotic sands, and fittingly her name was selected from the Eurusi tongue, 'Zahara'.
Princess Ophelia Velenosa opted for a little buckskin with the gravitas of a much older horse, I think they will complement one another beautifully. The name she chose was 'Count Death (Badger)' which I'm certain has a story behind it, I should ask.
Prince Fergus Redrain was chosen by a black and white paint foal, aptly named 'Blackjack', and the two of them with their quiet strength should get along nicely.
Lady Nadia Nightgold chose my absolute favorite, the stark white foal of my own mare. She's named him 'Mystery', and with his penchant for drama, I expect he'll live up to the name perfectly.
Miss Jacinthe Whisper lived up to expectations of entertainment when she named her handsome bay foal 'Virtue', the play on words was outstanding.
Sir Silas picked a steel gray foal that will serve as his warhorse, and though he hasn't yet decided whether or not to geld, the horse he's named 'Damascus' will serve him well.
Lady Aislin Ashford came looking for a southern horse, and while other houses produce breeds of merit, you won't find them at the Valardin stables. She selected a dainty white foal, giving her a placeholder name of 'Hwit', but doesn't seem to have quite committed to the sale.
All in all, it was a brilliant opportunity to meet those interested in equestrian pursuits, whether it be simply riding or training the horses for show, and I can't wait to see how things progress this year.
**A note is added at the bottom**
We'll call the biter Galley. Perhaps that will sway Princess Donella.
Aug. 6, 2016, 2:14 a.m.(3/20/1004 AR)
I am the proud owner of a steel gray foal, who will be raised as my next warhorse. My current steed, Theodore, has served me well - but he is older than I am. He is in relative good health but I'm not sure I want to lose him on the battlefield; though I have seen very few of those in my lifetime.
I have named him Damascus. I think it suits him.
Aug. 5, 2016, 9:51 p.m.(3/20/1004 AR)
I am now the proud owner of a two week old foal. He is rather brownish with a pretty black mane and tail, and I've decided to name him Virtue, so that when I finally learn how to ride, and he finally ages to maturity, and I finally sit in his saddle, all may say, "Here comes Jacinthe, who has been carried here by her singular Virtue."
If he throws me, I shall be the Whisper who was undone by Virtue.
That was much funnier in my head than sitting before me now in ink. But for now, I'll congratulate myself for thinking ahead, on the compliments, jokes and puns that will be made about my person down the road. It's important to plan for one's future.
The Valardin do breed fine horses. When Virtue is finally unveiled in his ultimate rideable form, I do hope he's impressive enough to balance the tally of two years of board and training. Clever, clever Valardin.
Aug. 5, 2016, 8:52 p.m.(3/20/1004 AR)
A bit disappointed I wasn't able to attend the Valardin stable showing today. It's not that I had a burning need to buy a horse, but I should have liked to see the little foals all the same. Oh well! It is not as if there won't be any more of these to happen.
Aug. 5, 2016, 8:50 p.m.(3/20/1004 AR)
((SCHOLARS NOTE- WILL OF THE DECEASED STIPULATED RELEASE OF HER BLACK REFLECTIONS))
**This page of the journal is full of doodles. In the center, a skull with hearts for eyes, and the name Nekarris Thex written in fancy, flowing cursive. The periphery of the page is all doodles of hearts and spiders**
Aug. 5, 2016, 8:25 p.m.(3/20/1004 AR)
It's really too bad I had to miss most of Princess Deva's feast. It looked fantastic, the bit I could attend, but... well, it would have been a terrible diplomatic incident, since the Nightgold woman was there. I am certain she hopes I have forgotten her insult to me. Especially since she hasn't made any overtures to regain my respect. Even Papa is giving her the cold shoulder for me. At least Princess Deva understands that I am not cross with the Redrains. Only her.
Aug. 5, 2016, 10:19 a.m.(3/19/1004 AR)
I attended a feast held by House Redrain and it was everything one might hope of an event sponsored by them. The roasting boar, the flowing spirits, the game attempt by certain of the guests to spark a brawl...
I had rather hoped that the wrestling pit would see more use, as there are few greater joys in life than watching liquored participants scrambling about half-naked in physical pursuits for the pleasure of the masses, but one can't have everything. The dancing was still a joy to watch and the company was exquisite. Of course, now I have to erect some elaborate scheme to betray and destroy Duke Vercyn in a manner that satisfies the man but a Whisper's work is never done and one does enjoy a challenge.
Aug. 4, 2016, 8:18 p.m.(3/17/1004 AR)
I think that perhaps I have fallen victim to the lures of summer. More and more, my time is spent on idle pursuits - yet is that such a bad thing? Soon enough, I'll likely find myself without a moment to spare, and will undoubtedly long for days like these.
Still, it is really too easy to drink more wine or ale than one ought.
Aug. 3, 2016, 8:39 p.m.(3/14/1004 AR)
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Prince Aurelian and I chanced upon one another during Admiral Alrec's VIP cruise some time ago. It was his dry joke regarding what would _really_ happen if one sought to save someone by bundling them in a tub full of fuzzy bunnies which stole my attention-- it was a welcome change from his typical reserved demeanor. From time to time, we end up in each other's company, as unlikely acquaintances that edge towards understanding, and he never fails to be chivalrous and considerate. He can be neutral and general when in the presence of others, interjecting in a wide-reaching perspective that's sometimes harder to relate to, but occasionally when he opens up a little, there's a greater and more individualized depth.
Aug. 3, 2016, 6:35 p.m.(3/14/1004 AR)
Rhapsody birthed her first foal today, I'm beside myself with pleasure. She's as snowy white as her dam, with a fierce disposition that reminds me so much of the yearling I left behind those many years ago. Rhapsody has mellowed through the years I've been gone, and I feared that she wouldn't remember me. They say the bond that Valardin forge with their horses lasts for all time, and it would seem that holds true. Though she was exhausted, she nuzzled my hand with what can only be described as familiarity. In a world in which you've been mourned and forgotten, familiarity is a rare gift, and I treasure it.
I'll be showing the season's foals next week, and I imagine that trading horses for the goods and services of the other Houses will be a fine reintroduction to proper society. Perhaps some people will remember me, preferrably without nuzzling my hand however, as that would be terribly awkward. Anyway, there are two black-coated foals I'm sure will make excellent stallions, as well as a stark white one. I'm expecting them to be the stars of the showing, but my personal favorite is the bay boy. So young, and prancing already! It seems almost a shame to geld him, but it would likely be a mistake to let him grow aggressive and ruin that showy disposition.
Aug. 3, 2016, 4:49 p.m.(3/13/1004 AR)
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Meeting him in the street was a blow to my heart - of course I knew who he was, nephew to the former Lord Commander, the new Prince of Sanctum. The gift he gave me is priceless, and means more to me than I can say. He seems like a good man, and he has offered to help the nearly impossible task ahead of me. Neither of us are suited to the measure of the man who stands between us, but I get the feeling that we're both going to try.
Aug. 3, 2016, 4:36 p.m.(3/13/1004 AR)
I have been tasked by his Grace with spending lavishly, to provide a fit remembrance for Genevieve's wake. I would like a procession of largesse bearers to the lower borroughs for a feast in the streets. Likely I will have to dispatch thralls just to make the streets fit for it. I have arranged for some sort of statuary centerpiece, provided the artisan, Master Denon Whisper, meets my requirements. I want people remember their late queen with fondness.
Aug. 3, 2016, 12:23 p.m.(3/13/1004 AR)
Lord Commander Dayne Valardin is dead.
It took me far too long to write that down.
I've been too busy. Learning, living, fighting. In the aftermath of whatever happened at that disastrous hunting party, I've been spending my time holding together the remains of The Hundred. We've mourned our brothers in arms. We've cleaned and polished their armor, returned to our armory what will one day clothe their successors. In the everyday motions we find clarity, and quiet, and some respite from the turmoil of our emotions.
Twenty dead, plus the Lord Commander. A fifth of our force gone. We must recruit, retrain, and ready ourselves for the fight ahead. The King is in a waking dream, and why? No one knows. We will find out.
Even as I write this, the hereditary sword of the Lord Commander rests on the table in front of me. Simple, deadly, and silent - still I feel the weight of those who have gone before. I will not fail them. I will not fail him.
I have work to do.
Aug. 3, 2016, 5:19 a.m.(3/12/1004 AR)
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I had commissioned a pair of pants be made for me by Morrighan. I was unsure at first, even though I have seen her shop. I was concerned if linen was a suitable choice but this blasted heat! Leather pants suit a purpose but staying cool is not it! The fit was perfect, the linen surprisingly durable as is the seams. To say the least, I am incredibly pleased by my purchase. Morrighan's skill surpassed my expectation and her price was more than fair. I gave her extra on top of what was owed as a token of my gratitude. I will be certain to use her again in the near future. My shirts are looking a touch ratty these days...
Aug. 3, 2016, 1:07 a.m.(3/11/1004 AR)
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I met Princess Donella Thrax today at the Market by happenstance. If she did not give her name as Thrax, nor if the guard that followed her bore any sigils, I would not of guessed. She was kind in demeanor, witty and a pleasure to be around. Though I could still see that Thraxian steel just under her exterior, especially when it came to getting what she wants. Admirable, in a woman of that House to hold such qualities. I hope to meet her again, I am sure she has an interesting and unique history. Though I suspect that is something only those close to her learn.
Aug. 2, 2016, 11:54 p.m.(3/11/1004 AR)
When I lived in Farhaven, there was very little that crossed my mind when it came to my future, or things I wanted to do. It was simply to be the dutiful House Servant, to be of help and do what was required with all the ability and potential I had. Now that I'm in Arx, away from home, serving in the Villa - well, not much has changed. My goal remains the same, but now there is this happy distraction of my shop. If I was asked just but a few years ago if I'd ever see myself doing this now, I'd have just laughed. It's funny how things can change so rapidly, or how things can come into your path that you hadn't anticipated, but prove to be a blessing. It's a lesson in learning how to balance many things in ones life that might otherwise become hectic if one isn't careful, and being a seamstress as well as a servant does just that. It's finding that equilibrium between the two, where you can do both without being negligent to those that rely on you. I think that if things hadn't turned out this way, it might have not been a life lesson I would have learned, but that's all conjecture.
So, my shop - I couldn't be happier with it, and it's garnered the appreciation and praise of Princess Deva. It made me just a little proud that she was so delighted with it. It's been busy almost non-stop, commissions right and left - but I don't mind. I've been able to supply the Princess' Hildegard and Freja with attire, as well as Prince Rohkir and Captain Marcas. Some days back the Marquis Greenmarch showed interest in a commission, though our discussion was cut short. I do hope that an accord can be made. In the mean time, I think I'll try to get some proper wares on display, soon. There's this lovely concept I've got forming for a very spectacular gown...