Written By Sunniva
Oct. 3, 2020, 9:53 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
It always pains me to see others suffer; more so when it is a dear friend. For all my training as a physician, there is nothing I can do, nothing I can find, to help them. I have exhausted all the healing texts I have been able to find and...nothing. For all we can do to heal the sick and injured, there is still so much we do not know or understand.
Written By Svana
Oct. 3, 2020, 8:21 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
The smell of bacon is doing it to me again. I haven't been able to find most foods palatable in the morning yet but I have much more appetite after I get over that first bit of nausea than I did before. Thank goodness.
I had Lord Cirdan Halfshav and Lady Olivia Ashford over for breakfast and thought I would ruin it by being sick out the window. Thankfully Bryn was there. Although many people have commented about my assistant's attitude toward me, she is a good girl who really is there when I need her the most - this morning it was with ginger tea and a steady hand to get me into my chair. The company and the rest of the breakfast was delightful; Lady Olivia even took home my cooking! It pleases me to serve others in small ways.
Now I'm going home to get some of that leftover smoked salmon and pickled herring. Yum!
I had Lord Cirdan Halfshav and Lady Olivia Ashford over for breakfast and thought I would ruin it by being sick out the window. Thankfully Bryn was there. Although many people have commented about my assistant's attitude toward me, she is a good girl who really is there when I need her the most - this morning it was with ginger tea and a steady hand to get me into my chair. The company and the rest of the breakfast was delightful; Lady Olivia even took home my cooking! It pleases me to serve others in small ways.
Now I'm going home to get some of that leftover smoked salmon and pickled herring. Yum!
Written By Medeia
Oct. 3, 2020, 7:17 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
What a timely reminder.
I was also recently reminded that we are more than what we can do for other people. These things seem to go together.
I was also recently reminded that we are more than what we can do for other people. These things seem to go together.
Written By Harlex
Oct. 3, 2020, 5:26 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
In a recent conversation I had, I spoke about how vividly I remember the first man I killed. It was a conflict between two lords over the borderland of their domains.
They settled it with steel and blood.
It has been well over a decade and some years since that battle. Skirmish. However it's to be defined. Those lords, as I have come to learn, now break bread with one another, they look back upon this feud the way lovers look upon their first spats. A mistake made in the heat of passion. It must be a pleasure to be so distant from our choices.
The names of those who died for them are as grass, flattened under foot.
But I will not forget.
They settled it with steel and blood.
It has been well over a decade and some years since that battle. Skirmish. However it's to be defined. Those lords, as I have come to learn, now break bread with one another, they look back upon this feud the way lovers look upon their first spats. A mistake made in the heat of passion. It must be a pleasure to be so distant from our choices.
The names of those who died for them are as grass, flattened under foot.
But I will not forget.
Written By Orick
Oct. 3, 2020, 4:13 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
I met the King at a poetry contest the other night and he expressed an interest in the Apothecary College. At the College we call those who show support for the institution a Patron, it is a rank of respect at the organization. I told the King we would appreciate his patronage if he were so inclined. After he left all of the peerage present simply ran with that wordplay.
Why! Several of the nobles made the mistaken assumption that I was the King's protégé. I corrected them and set the matter straight, while I would honor the patronage of our King it is simply not something I've been offered personally.
Oh the King? He's a great conversationalist and I do hope he stops by the college. The Golden Hart was so full of life that night and we only spoke for what felt like minutes.. perhaps an hour? Did I mention he recited a poem?
Why! Several of the nobles made the mistaken assumption that I was the King's protégé. I corrected them and set the matter straight, while I would honor the patronage of our King it is simply not something I've been offered personally.
Oh the King? He's a great conversationalist and I do hope he stops by the college. The Golden Hart was so full of life that night and we only spoke for what felt like minutes.. perhaps an hour? Did I mention he recited a poem?
Written By Piccola
Oct. 3, 2020, 2:59 p.m.(2/20/1014 AR)
Someone once asked me what I know of war.
I know of bleeding. I know of pain. I have stopped earnestly caring about it.
People contemplate war and devise all sorts of horrors. Others still have been in it and know that these are not imaginings. As wonderful and beatific the works of some may be, we are all capable of atrocities and debasement.
I have done these things, wise general. They weigh on the soul.
Some people have a bad day. I have had a bad life. I am more comfortable with those who have had the same, for they understand how I have felt and where I have been.
Threats only work on someone who has something to lose. I know what it is like to have lost it all. And I know what it is like to get it back.
This is what I know of war.
I know of bleeding. I know of pain. I have stopped earnestly caring about it.
People contemplate war and devise all sorts of horrors. Others still have been in it and know that these are not imaginings. As wonderful and beatific the works of some may be, we are all capable of atrocities and debasement.
I have done these things, wise general. They weigh on the soul.
Some people have a bad day. I have had a bad life. I am more comfortable with those who have had the same, for they understand how I have felt and where I have been.
Threats only work on someone who has something to lose. I know what it is like to have lost it all. And I know what it is like to get it back.
This is what I know of war.
Written By Rowynna
Oct. 3, 2020, 11:56 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
I could not be more pleased than I am to record in the Whites that I have secured for myself the most perfect of Patrons.
I shall be diligent in proving to Lord Martino Malvici that his faith in me is not misplaced. That he is a scholar is the greatest reward, though the opportunities that will now be opened to me cannot be discounted.
With baited breath I look to the future.
I shall be diligent in proving to Lord Martino Malvici that his faith in me is not misplaced. That he is a scholar is the greatest reward, though the opportunities that will now be opened to me cannot be discounted.
With baited breath I look to the future.
Written By Emberly
Oct. 3, 2020, 10:13 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Alaric
I am so very pleased that I was able to raise so much funds for the Orphans within the lowers.
Also got to meet the King! woah let me tell you he is as regal as they say! And apparently he likes poetry.
Also got to meet the King! woah let me tell you he is as regal as they say! And apparently he likes poetry.
Written By Ida
Oct. 3, 2020, 6:44 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Forever behind. I feel like my creativity is moving like the waters of a lake in the Everwinter.
Written By Monique
Oct. 3, 2020, 3:06 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
The most important thing to know is your own worth.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:51 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
It's been a year and yet it feels like longer, though only in the right way. I've known you my whole life but in the past year I've learned so, so much more. It is an honor to be your wife and a privilege to know you.
The heart in my chest beneath your palm loves you wholly. Your love empowers me, the strength in our bond and our experiences is glory.
You are my home.
Here's to one year and the beginning of many more.
The heart in my chest beneath your palm loves you wholly. Your love empowers me, the strength in our bond and our experiences is glory.
You are my home.
Here's to one year and the beginning of many more.
Written By Svana
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:20 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Closure was needed and now I have gotten it. Was it what I wanted to hear? No. Was it something suspected? Yes.
Now I know. And I carry that knowledge with a purpose. Thank you, Lord Jyri Whitehawk, and all the others who helped for your work. I no longer feel like a villain in this story.
Now I know. And I carry that knowledge with a purpose. Thank you, Lord Jyri Whitehawk, and all the others who helped for your work. I no longer feel like a villain in this story.
Written By Ripley
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:16 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
It screams. I think it scream. I don't know why I made them. I shouldn't create when I am like this. It's not good, not good at all. The things I make are strange.
Written By Ripley
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:14 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
To stand within the shadows of greatness, beset on both sides by skill.
Bloodied hands from prick and blow, the smell of wet wool and hot iron.
Forever do I strive to keep my head above.
To not disappear into the darkness cast by them,
they whose praises are sung along the streets by silk and scrap alike.
Glinting in that night they cast.
I huddle for want of the warmth that those words provide.
The flicker of delight that ignites the ego.
Only embers,
only coal.
Bloodied hands from prick and blow, the smell of wet wool and hot iron.
Forever do I strive to keep my head above.
To not disappear into the darkness cast by them,
they whose praises are sung along the streets by silk and scrap alike.
Glinting in that night they cast.
I huddle for want of the warmth that those words provide.
The flicker of delight that ignites the ego.
Only embers,
only coal.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:14 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
My favorite part about winter is everyone huddling in bars and lounges and taverns which makes you run into people you've not seen in a long time.
I do enjoy those big gatherings, always joyful and entertaining and full of music.
I do enjoy those big gatherings, always joyful and entertaining and full of music.
Written By Rowenova
Oct. 3, 2020, 12:58 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
Sir Floppington helped me write This One.
As deep as the Whirlpool were her eyes and her growl.
As sharp as Frostfang were her claws and her fangs.
As niveous as the Everwinter was her mewtiful fur.
(It was as soft as Silk and as warm as Fireweave, too.)
***
She was feral as cat be. A dangerous stray, indeed.
She and the humans had a history. It was not a good one.
Sometimes, those humans would come to the back alley. And then,
they would dare to draw too near, and... she would bite them!
Not only blood would be shed but also tears would rain, too!
And oh! How those humans would scream, and then they would flee!
Some would tell her that she was boring, mean, and stingy.
Mayhaps true, but she would hiss and sharpen her claws amew.
Some would complain and lament that she was not as good as
other kitties who were stronger and who would like those pets.
She was too proud to ever be handled without care, though.
Still free, she would climb up the fence and strut, indeed!
***
One day, yet another human decided to enter the back alley, but...
...This One smelled different than all the others before them.
This One looked at her with the kindest eyes. This One told her the
most amazing stories that she had ever heard in all of her Nine Lives.
She deserved to be loved and to be respected they told her, and
that if they ever had a kitty like her, they would hang onto her.
She could feel herself wanting -- yet afraid -- to be with This One.
Could this be true? Could she be sure? Or was This One all a Dream?
Too much of a scaredy cat to make a decision right then and right there,
she flicked her tail and sauntered away! What would come another day?
Since that whelming moment in Time, she could not stop thinking
about This One and how much they cared. And so, that was not the end.
***
After trying to sort herself out for a few days, she finally did decide.
She catfully approached the door of This One and mewed to be let inside!
(Recently Presented @ the Winter Poetry Contest @ the Golden Hart)
As deep as the Whirlpool were her eyes and her growl.
As sharp as Frostfang were her claws and her fangs.
As niveous as the Everwinter was her mewtiful fur.
(It was as soft as Silk and as warm as Fireweave, too.)
***
She was feral as cat be. A dangerous stray, indeed.
She and the humans had a history. It was not a good one.
Sometimes, those humans would come to the back alley. And then,
they would dare to draw too near, and... she would bite them!
Not only blood would be shed but also tears would rain, too!
And oh! How those humans would scream, and then they would flee!
Some would tell her that she was boring, mean, and stingy.
Mayhaps true, but she would hiss and sharpen her claws amew.
Some would complain and lament that she was not as good as
other kitties who were stronger and who would like those pets.
She was too proud to ever be handled without care, though.
Still free, she would climb up the fence and strut, indeed!
***
One day, yet another human decided to enter the back alley, but...
...This One smelled different than all the others before them.
This One looked at her with the kindest eyes. This One told her the
most amazing stories that she had ever heard in all of her Nine Lives.
She deserved to be loved and to be respected they told her, and
that if they ever had a kitty like her, they would hang onto her.
She could feel herself wanting -- yet afraid -- to be with This One.
Could this be true? Could she be sure? Or was This One all a Dream?
Too much of a scaredy cat to make a decision right then and right there,
she flicked her tail and sauntered away! What would come another day?
Since that whelming moment in Time, she could not stop thinking
about This One and how much they cared. And so, that was not the end.
***
After trying to sort herself out for a few days, she finally did decide.
She catfully approached the door of This One and mewed to be let inside!
(Recently Presented @ the Winter Poetry Contest @ the Golden Hart)
Written By Lucita
Oct. 3, 2020, 12:25 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Time spent with friends is heartwarming. These cold, challenging months that is as necessary as as the warmth from a cozy fire on the hearth. I did not know a tour of Saik Tower could turn so interesting when hearing another's observations.
Written By Valerius
Oct. 2, 2020, 10:11 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
A poetry contest.
A lovely adventure from a meeting over some "family" business.
A lovely adventure from a meeting over some "family" business.
Written By Mirella
Oct. 2, 2020, 8:19 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
When I woke up, it was to a pair of crystal-blue eyes staring straight into mine, and much purring.
My cat is a good cat.
My cat is a good cat.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 2, 2020, 7:13 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
I do not intend to cut my hair until I am all but tripping over it.
And then I will cut it short enough not to trip over it for a few more months.
And then I will cut it short enough not to trip over it for a few more months.
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