Written By Neve
Jan. 1, 2021, 7:28 p.m.(9/5/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ciro
I bought you some chocolate chip cookies! But while I was writing out the letter..I kind of forgot and ate them all. I snack when writing letters!
Umm...um...I will get you...uuuuh. Um. The only the very finest writing pen!
Let's see, before it goes, put on shopping list: One writing pen. I'll just draw up an I.O.U. here and...
Written By Sunaia
Jan. 1, 2021, 6:32 p.m.(9/5/1014 AR)
I'll not be going hedge-knight or taking godsworn oaths yet. I took the time to carefully consider the options. Which left me, well, as terribly indecisive as per my normal. So many rambling scrawls in the pages of my Reflections, measuring and weighing out the pros and cons. This is what happens when I slow down. When I compose myself and my thoughts like I know what I'm doing. Like I'm not playing everything by ear -- (mostly impulse-driven.)
Is wanderlust such a curse that I can't even decide what I'm going to _do_? Seems like, for now, the answer is yes.
So, again, patience. Three more months. Wait and see.
Let's see what opportunities arise. What unknowns to be known. New faces.
(If it ever gets to be too much, remember, you can always run.)
Written By Thea
Jan. 1, 2021, 5:54 p.m.(9/5/1014 AR)
Written By Decius
Jan. 1, 2021, 5:50 p.m.(9/5/1014 AR)
Written By Neve
Jan. 1, 2021, 5:37 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Sasha
A good time at the Sanna house is always to be had, thank you to you and Cirroch for the invitation to the family dinner, I will cherish it and look forward to seeing you there!
I'll bring my lovers Calla and Ciro with me, so beware, I have some backup!
Written By Bonibel
Jan. 1, 2021, 5:29 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Written By Rysen
Jan. 1, 2021, 2:47 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
He asked me what it means to be a swordsman. I answered that it was an artform that allowed the practitioner to shape the world. I had not thought about it before, and when I reflected on it later - for in the clash of blades I had hardly the space to follow any path of thought save the one in front of me - I think I would say the same thing of poetry. They are a means of expressing oneself and influencing the world. My father would laugh at this notion. 'Sophistry' he would roar, and say 'poetry is for the idle and useless. The axe is for honor' or some such words.
For me, the meaning of swordsmanship lies in protecting what I love, winning renown for Gloria, and those who taught me, and living out my vows. It is pleasing and interesting in its movements. It takes life and protects it, making the sword artist the emissary of the Queen, and the guardian of Lagoma.
It was good to see Ian again, even as we stand on the brink of war. My prayers go with him, though I suspect the warriors of Skal'daja and the apostates will soon learn how hard he is to kill.
Written By Ciro
Jan. 1, 2021, 12:56 p.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Because it is golden not silver, I have been told. To all the mistakes and failures along the way.
Each has shaped me and helped me become the man I am today, The man looking back over the years past as another takes hold of his blood and bones..
And as I think more about it.. The more I think I need to set out into the city.
Forget the manor walls for awhile and revel and enjoy. After all, your birthday comes but once a year.
Written By Sabella
Jan. 1, 2021, 11:13 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Though it has only been a few short days since getting back to the city, things have already been a whirlwind of excitement! Niklas and I found ourselves the center of an unexpected 'family reunion' at Lottie's with Elizabetha, Wash, Catalana, and Cecilia (with a few others mingling). Niklas and I are planning a ball! Inspiration strikes when you least expect it. And the children were feeling a bit fussy and lonely, so I arranged for the three Ashford children to visit overnight. I am thinking it would be good to arrange regular activities for the children so they can stay active and build relationships early - like I was able to with the Bislands.
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 1, 2021, 10:56 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Written By Lisebet
Jan. 1, 2021, 10:52 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Written By Audgrim
Jan. 1, 2021, 10:33 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Learned something big yesterday. Big enough to make a man drink.
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 1, 2021, 9:54 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
If the pearls are all different shapes, sizes and colors then I am happy to be one of those pearls.
However, if the pearls are all the same, equal in size and shape and you cannot differ one from the other, I rather be the string or the clasp that holds the necklace together.
in any case, I am not interested in being just another indistinguished pearl.
Written By Macario
Jan. 1, 2021, 8:06 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Anyway, I kept flirting with the seamstress up until she mentioned something about hearing a ghost the other day in their attic. I'm sure she was joking! She said that to the stiff man beside her. Come to think of it, maybe that was her husband? Anyway, an unimportant detail... the moment she mentioned the ghost, I was the one being stiff! I muttered and changed the topic about the weather.
Written By Mabelle
Jan. 1, 2021, 6:59 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Saverio
I was surprised to find my esteemed protege there and spend a night learning of Lycene games and pushing boundries.
I do adore people who take me out of my comfort zone.
Written By Savio
Jan. 1, 2021, 4:40 a.m.(9/3/1014 AR)
Is looking oh so green
Clinging to the edge like this'll be the end
Heaved and hunched like he's gonna lose his lunch
He's the only one I see
Land ahoy and this mainland boy
Wants to get away from the sea
Trying to stay chill and looking pretty ill
Saying his prayers and running for the stairs
Oh, he's the one for me
He's got no sea legs and he can't sail
He doesn't know the doldrums from a gale
He can't sound depths and he can't read stars
If you put him in a ship he will not go far
The town's rejoined and this mainland boy
Is back to where he shines
Knowing every whispered word, every voice that's heard
Sharp on the streets that all have me beat
Oh, I hope that he'd be mine
You know who you are.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 31, 2020, 2:03 p.m.(9/2/1014 AR)
Written By Dio
Dec. 31, 2020, 11:21 a.m.(9/2/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Ilira
Such is the fate of all nobles who strive to keep their oaths.
I later visited the Shrine of the Thirteenth to reflect on the letter of Princess Sorrel, and was met by Sister Giada. She spoke with me, and in her wisdom set me to an exercise that, in pursuing, I have found myself becoming an ever more prefect instrument, a sharper sword in the hands of Prince Sebastian, Princess Lucrezia and the Archduchess.
Yet I opened a missive recently inviting me to the Empyrean, where I spoke a while with the Whisper Ilira. I imagine that if a life of war does not make me a monster, it will be on account of those words from the lips of a Whisper reminding me what I'm fighting for, what can be gained with victory, and the pleasure of stolen moments between friends.
Written By Duarte
Dec. 31, 2020, 6:12 a.m.(9/2/1014 AR)
I had already been orphaned when João fled Setarco. We all had been. But now I was alone.
But I had been lucky. "Orphan" can cover a great many experiences. In the case of my ward, Lord Orland, it means never knowing your parents at all. It means growing in a communal house with other children. It means owning nothing. Inheriting nothing.
I, at least, had known my father. I had our little shack. I had his tools I could sell for money, along with what little belongings Tiago had and what João had left behind.
As an aside: I don't presume João is dead. Were he to return to my life he would not find any solace in my house and I would not grant him a title.
I had to determine how to live at this point. Selling used tools, clothing and possessions would not last forever. But I had no skills to speak of. I had no family. I didn't particularly know anybody.
But I would see, often, the Suspires. They would be draped in exquisite finery. They would be attending to some of the wealthiest in the city. They would ornament the arms of foreign dignitaries. Often they would come and go from the Pravus estate itself. Aristocrats from all over Setara and even some from across the Lyceum seas would arrive. They would attend instruction in the House of Silken Sighs during the days and would carouse in the evenings, accompanied often by the very same.
If ever any two things in existence stood as distinct opposites, it would have been me watching them. There was the life of abundant means. Abundant feeling. I was watching what it meant to survive several echelons above barest necessity.
I have often told people I trained as a courtier, this being a bit of a shortcut, but it isn't true. I've never been instructed as a courtier. I could never afford admission to the House of Silken Sighs. I was not in possession of any such means. I was not in possession of any talent, recognition, birthright or promise to be 'taken in' either.
But if I could just talk to one...
Written By Romulius
Dec. 31, 2020, 4:18 a.m.(9/1/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Natasha
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