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Written By Tanith

Sept. 13, 2020, 12:37 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)

There's nothing like splitting a hot muffin and letting the butter melt inside it, until everything gets gooey and soft and delicious.

Especially when it's blueberry and a cold snowy morning.

Simple pleasures.

Written By Tanith

Sept. 13, 2020, 11:45 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Raymesin

He does not like the cold.
At all.
Arms folded in he stalks
All edges
Brittle cuts with words
And eyes
Until he is warm again.

Heat and sleep combat
What's frozen.
He parts between bodies
Curls in
And he slowly softens
Grumbling low
At his lovers entangling him:

"I. Hate. Winter."

Written By Kastelon

Sept. 13, 2020, 11:38 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)

I fear that the race did not go as I had hoped. Bessie did her utmost, but Baroness Gilden's Goldie was by far more fleet of foot, and hoofed it to the finish line far, far before any of the others. As was pointed outbid the Lady Medeia, Bessie ran better at Ashford and perhaps the city doesn't agree with her, so I ought push for similar venues in the future. Time will tell. I have at least a statuette for Bessie's troubles from the Queen.

In the meantime, the Princess Valencia has been kind enough to offer me the choice of any of her trees to climb in my shame, thus to make good on my promise to Gerrick to do such if Bessie was not crowned champion.

Written By Emberly

Sept. 13, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)

Looking forward to the Laurent's Big Honey Festival, I am hoping to find a nice Honeysilk dress. Speaking of Clothes, I need to send a missive to Petal to find out about an order.

Written By Emberly

Sept. 13, 2020, 10:21 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Ophelia

I am so excited Princess Valencia introduced me to Princess Ophelia, I hope that we become great friends.

Written By Emberly

Sept. 13, 2020, 10:20 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)

Musing
I am so grateful for everyone that has come into my path as of late.

Sunniva - you have been a great mentor, to learn from as I finish my finishing.
Clover - Your voice is strong and I love our conversations.
Alban - Brother... I am so happy to see you again.

Martino - Your lessons have been inspiring.
Ophelia - Thank you for being my Patron and I hope we become best of friends.
Valencia - Thank you for everything and I look forward to planning events with you.
Rook - I am grateful for your friendship.

Written By Evaristo

Sept. 13, 2020, 9:17 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)

Winter blankets the city once more, and this is my fourth winter since returning to Arx. I got a warm enough wardrobe now so it hardly bothers me! The first year took me by surprise - I'd forgotten how the winters could be, having not been living in Arx in over a decade.

I like them now, but I have to admit, it's also nice to sail south to the warmer climates for a few weeks during it.

Written By Llewella

Sept. 13, 2020, 6:44 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)

I braved the snow this week to meet with Mistress Caprice Artiglio. She was the first to respond to my request and I must say I'm quite pleased to have had the time to meet with her. It did not take her long at all to grasp what I wanted: a uniform, of sorts, blending elements of each fealty's style that I can wear when attending to my official duties with the Gold Order. I am no knight to take on the work they do, but as a research, I can still represent them when in their library or abroad on their behalf.

Written By Sunniva

Sept. 13, 2020, 2:17 a.m.(1/7/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Gerrick

After all these years, I had almost forgotten about the bunnies but seeing Gerrick this evening brought the silliness of childhood rushing back. Sadly - he still has no bunnies to show me.

Written By Tarik

Sept. 12, 2020, 11:42 p.m.(1/6/1014 AR)

I must confess from the very moment of the first snowfall, this winter has been amazing.

Written By Porter

Sept. 12, 2020, 10:20 p.m.(1/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Bree

I've been skimming the writings of friends and family and I'm delighted to see that winter is here! And that we all have an opinion on it. My opinion is that it's a fantastic season. And I can't for every winter festival so that I can throw snowballs at people, and so that myself and Dame Bree can emerge victorious from as many contests as we can manage.

I'm also glad that she's returned from her most recent trip out of the city and that she's not upset I started volunteering her for things while she was gone.

Written By Mirari

Sept. 12, 2020, 6:44 p.m.(1/6/1014 AR)

It is time to forge a new set of blade. Time to make new choices. For all we have in this life are the choices we make and their consequences.

[Below are sketches of two blades a dagger and a sword. The dagger is short, dark, and curved slightly and labeled 'choice'. The sword is straight edged, bright, and labeled 'consequence'.]

Written By Mirari

Sept. 12, 2020, 6:43 p.m.(1/6/1014 AR)

It is time to force a new blade. It is time to relight the forge and transform a lump of metal to something new. It is time to make new loves, new joys, new sorrows, choices.

In this life all we really have are our choices and the consequences of them.

[below are sketches and schematics for two blades: a dark blade, short and slightly curved and labeled 'choice'. A longer blade, shining bright and straight labeled 'consequence'.]

Written By Calypso

Sept. 12, 2020, 3:27 p.m.(1/6/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Gabriella

An even keel. The ability to keep doing what you do without losing perspective, without losing your head, without getting overwhelmed or doing stupid shit. Nothing else, no other qualities matter, if you can't maintain them day in and day out. Being a leader isn't for one month, one year, one crisis.

An echo chamber. If your people, your advisers, are so scared of you that they're unwilling or unable to call you on your shit, you're going to veer off to crazytown right quick. This is where people who might have been great leaders turn into twisted versions of themselves.

Written By Haakon

Sept. 12, 2020, 2:56 p.m.(1/6/1014 AR)

Arx is greatly more tolerable under wind and white snow. The stink fades, the wind howls, and more folk are gone from the streets. A body can have a fine bracing walk now, without needing to wade among a thousand bodies and a dozen beast-drawn carts.

I'm glad the season of storms waited long enough to allow our last reaving, but I am glad to find it upon us, having returned. Now for clean wind, roaring fires, and strong drink. May the new season bury the old.

Written By Gerrick

Sept. 12, 2020, 11:15 a.m.(1/5/1014 AR)

1/15/1014 AR
I find myself being awake during the later hours more and more. What was once something that helped my career, and made for better means to find my way - to learn the nights hidden secrets better, has now become my normal.

It is odd within a city though - while its occupants slumber, I have a good portion of the city to myself. Shadows are becoming old friends, that hide themselves from the populace during their waking hours.

...

Written By Svana

Sept. 12, 2020, 10:50 a.m.(1/5/1014 AR)

Winter is the best time to cuddle up with your loved ones and drink spiced cider, tell stories by the fire, stay in and read books...

...or if you're like me, go outside and hold your tongue out, let snowflakes settle on it, make snow angels, have snowball fights.

There are many reasons to enjoy the winter. I'm sure that it helps I'm from the Bonespire, but pish posh I say. How do you all enjoy such oppressive heat?

Written By Zyanya

Sept. 12, 2020, 7:06 a.m.(1/5/1014 AR)

We come to the falling season
when earth and sky are made one,
as floor and ceiling are joined
by the drape of a lace curtain.

When the snow melts I wonder
will spring's perfumes make me feel
that I am finally home?

Written By Belladonna

Sept. 12, 2020, 6:35 a.m.(1/5/1014 AR)

Relationship Note on Gabriella

A great ruler must love, do so until it hurts and further, until it bleeds. A great ruler's love knows no bounds and defies definition and expectation, it is rabid and intoxicating. She must wake up at night shivering in fear at the thought of disappointing her people. She should wish for death rather than wasting the lives of her followers. She must be steel wrapped in silk. Anything short of it is not good enough.

The tyrant's flaw is that she is short-sighted. Tyranny only ever produces one thing: righteous rebellion. It cannot stand on its own legs. Wherever people suffer, heroes are born and there is nothing stronger than those whose cries yearn for freedom and justice. There is nothing more inevitable.

I hope this suffices, my warrior-poet.

Written By Medeia

Sept. 12, 2020, 1:08 a.m.(1/5/1014 AR)

This morning I stood on the beach while it snowed, watching the water. (Spending time around so many northerners is clearly affecting my judgment.) I observed then, to my companion, that the waves beat against the shore in endless cycles that slowly change the shape of the land. We may not see it, day to day, but it is happening. And, the water sustains life as surely as it takes it.

I'm reminded of my own ability to make a difference, and to be more than one thing.

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