Written By Raymesin
April 24, 2020, 3:46 p.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Are we looking at the Lowers lifting up by a few hundred feet? I mean, we know scum rises, we've got plenty of proof of that right now, so I reckon it's about time the Boroughs looked out over the Wards.
Written By Rosalind
April 24, 2020, 11:52 a.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Written By Rosalind
April 24, 2020, 11:51 a.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Written By Delilah
April 24, 2020, 11:09 a.m.(3/4/1013 AR)
Written By Cassima
April 24, 2020, 10:13 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
Based on your writing, I do not think crowds are your problem. Indeed, if memory serves, you have not historically required crowds for the inception of a hangover.
May I recommend a low, regular consumption of alcohol throughout the day as opposed to drinking your daily rations in a confined period of time? There is a mathematical formula that demonstrates decreased impact of an action if spread over time that I am happy to share with you, if you would like.
Written By Strozza
April 24, 2020, 10:05 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
But I may actually go for something bright for a change.
Maybe something like Lessikins, she's kind after all - maybe I should take notes.
Written By Poppy
April 24, 2020, 9:23 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
I was in a arm wrestle contest last night. Against Lord Kritr.
Oh scholar! Stop laughing! It isn't that funny. I am positive I could win if I really put my heart into it. What do you mean? How did it end? It went as well as expected. I am sure he threw the last match since he did not budge when I put all my weight against him. It was very kind of him.
Oh scholar! Get up off the ground. Is it so comical to think I could win? Actually, don't answer that.
Written By Preston
April 24, 2020, 7:20 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
In short, what a bother, but we will overcome as we always do until nature takes its course.
Written By Lora
April 24, 2020, 1:10 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
No, a series of parties. I've already set the wheels in motion, already chosen the color of the ink for the invitations. It is now just a matter of finding the right alchemist.
Written By Esme
April 24, 2020, 1:08 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
Just remember to be good to each other and to inspire a laugh or good feeling or two.
Written By Victus
April 24, 2020, 12:24 a.m.(3/3/1013 AR)
I am very hungover at the time of writing this, but I don't expect anything significant to change.
Written By Cambria
April 23, 2020, 8:22 p.m.(3/2/1013 AR)
No Scholar, I do not wish to make this one a Black Reflection. I want my sons to see why their mother does not indulge in sweets, and I must needs have a ready reminder for myself as to why I should feel guilty about it.
I do not, by the way, feel guilty about it.
Written By Tanith
April 23, 2020, 4:07 p.m.(3/2/1013 AR)
The recipes that were presented are all for sale at my bakery in the Commons' courts. I will bake for most events and sometimes even funerals.
Written By Cambria
April 23, 2020, 3:32 p.m.(3/2/1013 AR)
For having held another face first
Written By Stygia
April 23, 2020, 2:29 p.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
Written By Thea
April 23, 2020, 11:20 a.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
Written By Wren
April 23, 2020, 10:37 a.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
I'm confident there will be some opportunity to be had by this, and if anyone finds themselves struggling, merchants, that is, I am happy to lend what aid I may. We must look after one another at times, even if we compete at the best of those times.
Written By Poppy
April 23, 2020, 9:55 a.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
Well, it was a combined effort. Scout Rowenova and I won a cake walk. She ran and didn't eat the cake while I shouted encouragement. Yes well. She may of technically won it on her own accord. No scholars. Don't laugh. I can run if I need to! No scholars! I don't wibble and wobble. It's a run!
Anyway, while the cake was delicious, it was a vegetable cake. Who honestly puts carrots in cakes? Silly people. No wonder she was able to resist until the end.
I wonder why it's called a cake walk when no walking was involved?
Written By Strozza
April 23, 2020, 7:51 a.m.(3/1/1013 AR)
Written By Revell
April 23, 2020, 12:05 a.m.(2/28/1013 AR)
What kind words.
It is not something I concern myself with often - appearances that is - as romance and intimacy are not a focus in my life. I certainly don't consider myself ugly, but somebody recently said something to me that dug at an insecurity I rarely have to content with.
Scholar, do you think that I'm beautiful? Or do you also think that I am too skinny, that it is unacceptable? Am I too delicate and frail?
I know that my bones like to make their presence known underneath my skin. I know that my collarbones pop when I laugh, and that I can easily count my ribs when I breathe in. I do not have much in the way of curves, and the way my freckles cluster in chaotic patterns makes them look more like patches of dirt than the gorgeous, consistent starry pattern others have been blessed with. I know that my front teeth are a little too large, and that one of my dimples is more prominent than the other.
And you may not notice it until you're much too close to my face, Scholar, but there's a smattering of blue in my eyes. An uneven mess that makes the brown look cracked.
Despite all of this, is it still okay for me to believe that I am beautiful in my own, messy way? Even if I may not be desirable to many? I know that I could never compare to most classy women - their fashions, the way they move, the thing that they do with their eyes..
But could I still be pleasing to the eye, if only to my own?
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