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Written By Patrizio

Oct. 22, 2020, 5:33 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)

Whilst in the bazaar last night, I ran into Graziella, who gave me some very good fashion advice to ruminate on, as well as letting me know I wasn't the only one who feels a little overwhelmed with quantity and size of the social events about the city.

Two invitations to masquerades so far. It's going to make for a very busy holiday.

Written By Rowynna

Oct. 22, 2020, 2:50 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)

I realise now what it means to burn the candle at both ends, as I've been spending far too much time buried in the Great Archive of late. People are starting to comment upon the how drawn and pale I look, and I explain that it's not so much the time I spend in research, but the way that sleep evades me when I lay down my quill.

The nightmares persist, scholar, and I can only hope that with the arrival of spring my mood will lighten. Perhaps daily walks will help.

Written By Kalani

Oct. 22, 2020, 1:57 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)

Is it spring, at last? I sometimes think that winter lasts just long enough to almost rob us entirely of hope, of even the memory of what spring will be like and the inexorable change of the seasons. As much as it's probably distasteful to share poetry, in public, here it is anyway.

"Tumbling in the autumn breeze
across the golden field
how bright, how frail, how transient
is the seasons yield.
A breath away, a brush of wind,
winter sighs at the door.
The night is come, She sleeps serene,
seasons turn evermore."

Written By Tanith

Oct. 22, 2020, 12:27 p.m.(4/2/1014 AR)

Oh look. It's spring. Just like that.

Written By Sydney

Oct. 22, 2020, 11:59 a.m.(4/1/1014 AR)

I will never understand the compulsion to keep all of ones pretty things in a place that is plain sight. Is it that one no longer cares if they're pilfered from, or is it merely a lack of sense?

I often worry that I offend those whom I stay with by keeping the thoughtfully-prepared furnishings and armoires and chests all but bare. It's not from a lack of trust in any particular person and more a symptom of my inability to feel truly safe in a place that isn't of my own making, my own choosing, and that only one key exists to.

Should any I routinely stay with happen upon this entry, know it's naught to do with you, and all to do with spending eight years without a permanent residence. I am trying to improve upon it now that my circumstances have changed, but it's... decidedly difficult to break old habits. She said, casting a baleful look at her third glass of whiskey.

Written By Preston

Oct. 22, 2020, 8:05 a.m.(4/1/1014 AR)

If to be certain of victory you must compromise your ideals and your beliefs, then perhaps that is no real kind of victory at all.

Written By Victus

Oct. 22, 2020, 12:01 a.m.(3/28/1014 AR)

I appreciate all of the offers for hobbies. So far I've got dancing, ship-building, alcohol snob, fishing, javelin throwing, creating life, singing, and some visionary offered crochet lessons.

I think I might just turn out okay now. I've also come to realize that there is much more free time in the world to dedicate to some random bullshit than I would've ever expected.

Written By Sapphira

Oct. 21, 2020, 6:22 p.m.(3/28/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Oddmun

Last eve, I attended the farewell to winter festivities with Oddmun. It seems that, despite being well able to dance, i cannot do so on ice. I fell down face-first while attempting to help my beloved to his feet.

Yet it might be noted that in the midst of our chagrin, we received excellent news. The negotiations on our marriage contract were completed, and it seems I am to join house Sanna. We await only the approval of the Faith, and then we can begin planning our wedding in earnest. We were overjoyed at the news, and I hope those present can forgive our exuberance of the moment.

While I will miss Whitehawk Manor, and my family, I will be very glad to be with Oddmun. I will make a point of visiting Whitehawk Manor often, for though absence can make the heart grow fonder, I would much rather keep my kin close.

Part of the terms of the contract stated that our children, when they are six years of age, are to spend their summers in Hawkhold with my cousin, Silas. I can very well hear it now, he will be teasing Oddmun and I and asking when he will have company for the summers ahead!

Written By Lucita

Oct. 21, 2020, 3:14 p.m.(3/28/1014 AR)

When you are casting a snowball at 'Lord Target, the Snowman', it is hard to miss when one is less than ten feet away. I'm glad people seemed to enjoy saying Farewell to Winter as they gathered in the Saik Garden to enjoy chatting around a bonfire, skating and lots of hot drinks and warming soups. In just a few days, spring will arrive.

Written By Neve

Oct. 21, 2020, 9:07 a.m.(3/27/1014 AR)

In the words of a wise man that I heard once, sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't.

I wonder what everyone's favorite kind of nut is?

I like Cashews.

Written By Thea

Oct. 21, 2020, 8:35 a.m.(3/27/1014 AR)

What did I learn last night at saying the goodbye to winter festivities? I can't ice skate. I'll stick to throwing snowballs....

Written By Dusa

Oct. 21, 2020, 8:23 a.m.(3/27/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Raigner

I met a man today. Another Northlander. I must admit, I was charmed by him in ways that I still do not fully understand.

Written By Oddmun

Oct. 21, 2020, 7:28 a.m.(3/27/1014 AR)

Went to the goodbye to winter event with Sapphira last night. I still feel so out of place with other people. And I found I am clumsy as a newborn foal on ice. Which is rather wrong to say, now that I think about it. A foal, after several minutes, a foal would be up prancing around as if they had done so for years. While I am from the mountains, I may never get used to walking on ice without spikes.

Got some very good news in the midst of the event and I look forward to the future.

I find myself planning a horsing event. Brianna's auction went very well, from what I was told. I am considering a racing event. And maybe a petting zoo, as the foaling season will be upon us in a couple of months.

Written By Monique

Oct. 21, 2020, 2:02 a.m.(3/27/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Aiden

How very fortunate I am.

Written By Zyanya

Oct. 21, 2020, 1:40 a.m.(3/27/1014 AR)

The snow piles high,
The lanterns dim.
On the altar
a single feather.

Written By Filshiar

Oct. 21, 2020, 12:47 a.m.(3/27/1014 AR)

I have tried sledding on the Judgment Green and found it to my liking. It was not quite the same as racing down the hills with my brothers on planks of wood in the hills near Farhaven, but it was a fine distraction, and grand to see the city children find such joy in the winter season. I often feel far from the land that made me, but there are pieces of it here if I look hard enough.

Written By Esme

Oct. 20, 2020, 10:25 p.m.(3/26/1014 AR)

The goodbye to spring event was fun.

Even if I can't skate
And it was cold
And I had to be carried home

But it was fun.

Written By Iseulet

Oct. 20, 2020, 10 p.m.(3/26/1014 AR)

Well, what do you know.

He got allergic to cats.

Thoughts and prayers.

Written By Natasha

Oct. 20, 2020, 12:21 p.m.(3/26/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Octavia

Crown’s Magistrate. Representative of all that the Isles holds dear. Her counsel is appreciated, always.

Written By Aurora

Oct. 20, 2020, 11:16 a.m.(3/25/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ripley

Everyone, please ignore my brother. At times he gets like this. Some advice.

Should he come to you for sympathy, give him a deeply concerned look at tell him he has really nice hair.

Should he write to you about such concerns as his skill is lacking, respond back with a perfect jewel, one that glows from the inside out. Tell him it reminds you of his eyes. Or hair. He likes his hair. Tell him you hope he finds inspiration.

If these things fail, threaten to tell his sisters on him, because sometimes that works.

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