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Written By Kiera

Nov. 20, 2022, 9:05 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

Time to come down after the headiness of success. To plant one's feet on the ground and figure out how to mov forward. I love puzzles but this one is hard to solve. Thankfully there are trusted friends to help

Written By Kiera

Nov. 20, 2022, 8:59 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

What is it like to be one fish in a school of many
It is surprisingly more freeing than one might imagine
A mix of comfort and excitement % r The exhilaration of letting the waves of one's emotions carry one along. The joy of hearing the sound of the wind as it filters through the waves
5r yet the security of traveling with others
drawn together by a bond of affection and desire, a common goal
Having a feeling of belonging
Sating one's curiosity by learning about one's schoolmate
yet the fish is not bound by force to the others
Free to swim in its own direction
Returning to the school by choice to find one's peace and center

Written By Lisebet

Nov. 20, 2022, 8:40 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

Children grow so fast. I sometimes feel I miss the time when they were little babes or toddlers, as they grow.

Written By Mattheu

Nov. 20, 2022, 7:13 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

If I climb into a tree for you, why are you yelling at me?

Written By Thea

Nov. 20, 2022, 6:56 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Haakon

I feel the same about you...Most days.

Written By Thea

Nov. 20, 2022, 6:46 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

I relish the quiet these days. It seems to be far and in between.

Written By Thea

Nov. 20, 2022, 6:31 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

It will be worth it in the end. You'd think I'd be used to be held up by now, but I'm not. I'm even more frustrated. But this time around----I have Callo who tries and help when he can. He plays Doctor, which makes me wonder if he'll be like the other Malvici in my family. There's still time though, for him to change his mind. He's full of questions. Of everything and anything....

Written By Sira

Nov. 20, 2022, 3:43 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

A question for the commons that have found marriage: Why? I don't ask to belittle your love and commitment; I ask because it seems unnecessary.

Written By Medeia

Nov. 20, 2022, 3:39 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

I suppose I should take comfort in the fact that not only was the recent Assembly of Peers short, it was quiet. I had expected to hear some further news of my sister or novel horrors across the Compact. Instead, it was mundane as can be - given the rebuilding of Artshall and sinkholes across the lands are still concerns.

Written By Cassiopeia

Nov. 20, 2022, 1:43 p.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Haakon

You see, that's the sign of a true friendship.

Written By Lucita

Nov. 20, 2022, 10:08 a.m.(11/25/1018 AR)

My oldest twins are growing up so fast! They are already almost as tall as me, must take after their father, Estaban, in that. They have his rakish grin, too, especially when they are evading questions about whatever mischief they have been into while I was away from the Tower.

Written By Haakon

Nov. 19, 2022, 10:32 p.m.(11/24/1018 AR)

I ought have killed Savio years ago.

Written By Savio

Nov. 19, 2022, 9:39 p.m.(11/23/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Jaerith

Songs are indeed for any time
We love a tune paired with a rhyme
But poetry does have a place
Outside of lovers' sweet embrace
Just for old men -- that seems amiss
A poem's best to take the piss.

Written By Gwenna

Nov. 19, 2022, 5:44 p.m.(11/23/1018 AR)

I had wondered some months ago how Redrain's turn at hosting the Assembly might go. I am someone that likes to be prepared, as hard as the world sometimes makes that, so of course I considered what could occur prior to the event; what issues might be brought forth or what things would need to be addressed. The last Assembly I personally oversaw was not particularly quiet. This time, however, it was, though it felt more like a quiet before the storm - all of us preparing and waiting for what may come. Still, it is always an honor to sit with the dedicated leaders of the Compact as well as the peers and citizens who come to listen or bring forward their own concerns.

Written By Jaerith

Nov. 18, 2022, 11:59 p.m.(11/22/1018 AR)

There's been quite a bit of poetry bandied about recently. The children ask me why I don't tell them poems but sing them songs instead. I've said poetry's for lovers and old men, aye? Songs are for any time.

Written By Lucita

Nov. 18, 2022, 3:57 p.m.(11/21/1018 AR)

I am a Baroness-regent who freely admits that music is my passion. I sing, play a variety of instruments and do the usual acting and dancing that sometimes accompanies various songs, else one looks like a stiff stick standing there warbling.

When I travel, I sometimes use these skills as a bard. It gets one a welcome and treated to drinks and good food in most villages and hamlets. Singing in those circumstances is a pleasure. I must admit though that one of the lousiest songs I ever composed on the spot was when facing a slaver trying to capture me. I sang at him and taunted him as I cut his belt and pant waist so they fell to slow him down and eventually managed to get past his hatchets and get rid of him. I think the other slavers who evaded the group of those freeing the captives could not decide if the man died of embarassment or from the wounds I gave him. And believe me, it was such a lousy song, it does not bear being committed to paper unless it undergoes some serious rewording.

Written By Ann

Nov. 17, 2022, 7:41 p.m.(11/19/1018 AR)

Little One
Over the edge
At the docks

Written By Cillian

Nov. 17, 2022, 10:54 a.m.(11/19/1018 AR)

A walk in the woods
The quick sight of prey
The Instict kicks in
The Hunter is on the hunt
Stalking waiting patiently
Heart beating hard
The sound filling ears
Like thunder rolling over water
The sent caught on the wind
A chase
A game
A grunt
A groan
A flash of teeth
Breaths taken deeply
The hunter stands and looks down
The hunter has not only caught one
But two prey this day.

Written By Mattheu

Nov. 15, 2022, 11:02 p.m.(11/16/1018 AR)

A mixed drink. Unbreakable eye contact.
A sound which pulls upon every piece of your being, to suffocate you with love and sweetness. A million smiles within 'Ima', my heart.
May I only fade upon shores unseen, and never before.
There's something pulling, tugging, seeking to grab upon and slowly find its way to spread through you until there's nothing left.
Seeking to drain every last being of you...
Not within darkness, nor to be hopeless. Simply an emptiness seeking to pull every slice of cheery color and sparkle from these dusty eyes.

To break free from these chains, to fight back and lift up limbs once tied back. No longer sinking willingly.
We must step back and see for what it is that we fight.
For it is love. A cool soft breeze upon a cloth hung, bells left to sing in every breath
For it is heart. As the waters slip under sail and curl to nuzzle upon us

Written By Enyo

Nov. 15, 2022, 9:14 p.m.(11/15/1018 AR)

Relationship Note on Savio

I have heard murmurings of a steamy dreamy poem...

Is it too soon to say you're my new favorite person? Do you teach a class? Can we have a drink and you teach me all your ways? Poetry is still a struggle, I'm much better at dramatic prose.

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