Written By Rymarr
April 1, 2020, 2:15 p.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Revell
That no matter what, you're prepared to never give them up.
Written By Sydney
April 1, 2020, 12:45 p.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Pushed myself a touch too hard, but such is the nature of these things.
Written By Rukhnis
April 1, 2020, 12:38 p.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Written By Sabella
April 1, 2020, 11:04 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
I really cannot wait!
Written By Strozza
April 1, 2020, 9:50 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Written By Gwenna
April 1, 2020, 8:53 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Written By Dariel
April 1, 2020, 8:29 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
I remember being in the Grotto not all that long after I arrived in the city when I first met Cady. Lady Arcadia Leary as she then was at the time. I want to say she bombed the pool I was in at the time, but I suspect that may be the embellishment of memory. Somehow, we became friends despite the glitter bombs and the stealing of my tea every time she appeared in the Bold after me. A fact that still surprises me.
Lady Cady became Countess Cady when she married into a house in the far north. She embraced the northerness and loved it in a way that Cady would do. Utterly. I remember when she got married receiving messages saying she had to grow up and become a countess. That she had to be serious about things now and not be that old Cady. Sadly she soon realised that wasn't true. She could be both the serious, responsible one for her new home and still enjoy the same things. She helped her new home and saw it elevated to become a Marquessa. She had two lovely children. She always remained the same Cady at heart to me though.
I know some people saw Cady's playful side as childish, but those people are wrong. You had a thirst for adventure. While I did not share it, I always always had admired how it was so much a part of you. I don't know I've ever met someone more true to themselves than you.
Goodbye my friend.
Written By Revell
April 1, 2020, 8:02 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
I never thought I'd have someone summarize - and agree with - my world view.
I am often warned to be cautious, I'm often told that I am naive and daft. People seem to think that I expect something to come of my kind gestures and attempts to shower others in affection, but that's not it at all.. I just like being nice.
It's a warm, wholesome feeling and a great shield against feelings of regret, anger and bitterness.
Written By Revell
April 1, 2020, 7:52 a.m.(1/13/1013 AR)
Dycard,
It sounds like you've never felt it, Lord-Captain. I was so sure you had.
Iseulet,
From asking people face to face, and from reading the responses in the Whites - I think you are on to something, my Lady. It may very well be a type of madness, and a kind that most wish for and would happily embrace if it came their way.
Lucene,
Asking questions is my way of finding answers, or is that not what you mean?
Corrigan,
There is a reason I didn't ask /you/, -my darling-. Ugh.
Vitalis,
Is it a different kind of resonance, a different kind of sacrifice from the kind friendship requires?
Rymarr,
I think I agree with you. It's no different to my view on friendships - I always strive to be understanding, loyalty is incredibly important to me, and I try to always be boldly honest about my feelings but never to the point of disregarding someone elses. And if you are correct, that love takes time to build, it is no wonder I have not experienced it yet.
Miranda,
Your answer is a very poetic one, and I adore poetry so in that sense, I was wow'd by your response. However, my question still remains.. 'how is that different from friendship?' This is not a question out of malice or anything, I think it's just pure ignorance on my part. From the other answers I've received, I am sure that's the case. I hope you don't mind if I make a transcript of your journal to look back on once I've had the pleasure of feeling.. love?
Mirari,
Thank you for sharing that tidbit - truly - it is nice knowing that there was once someone as ignorant as me out there in the world, and that this somebody has grown. Maybe there's still hope for me?
Written By Tanith
April 1, 2020, 2:03 a.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Written By Mabelle
March 31, 2020, 11:59 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Cristoph
Oh.
Written By Jael
March 31, 2020, 11:54 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Written By Miranda
March 31, 2020, 10:42 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
What will my children call you? Oh the things I could suggest...
Payback, is it? Muahah.. I have a running headstart on you with your children. Can you catch up?
Who will spoil whose children the best?
At least, Brother, they are loved. Well, and truly loved.
Written By Miranda
March 31, 2020, 10:39 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Fecundo
You did a superb job at the duel.
I loved cheering for you... and heckling you.
I'm very proud of you.
You owe me a silver coin. Had to pay up when you lost.
Love you, always.
Written By Dycard
March 31, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucene
Written By Riagnon
March 31, 2020, 8:47 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Written By Dycard
March 31, 2020, 8:20 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
I'm glad you're alright.
Written By Dycard
March 31, 2020, 8:14 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
This means that tasks based around endurance and repetition do *not* come naturally to me. This being a weakness of mine, my tutor - Lord Ian Kennex - has assigned me the stimulating task of running. A lot.
I can't say I fault his logic - the rational part of my mind accepts and appreciates his advice, and I'm grateful for his tuition - especially given his recent ordeals.
However, after countless laps of the Gauntlet, the irrational part of my mind feels like it's dying and wants to vomit, possibly cry a little, then curl up and go to sleep.
I am trying *very hard* not to resent the Kennex Lord.
Written By Corrigan
March 31, 2020, 6:23 p.m.(1/12/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Raja
Written By Ras
March 31, 2020, 11:13 a.m.(1/11/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Behtuk
The firepit's been cold a long time. Used to come in sometimes when I'd gotten tired of knockin on Nyce's door, and sit with him and we'd eat fish stew and talk. Nobody's in the smithy. No sounds from the forge. It's quiet but not quiet like he was. He was a good kinda quiet and this is a bad one. Not the kinda quiet of a shop that's been neatly closed for a trip somewhere.
Today I went to see him to talk about a case. Maybe if I'd come sooner I would know what happened. Maybe I could've helped. There aren't that many folk I like and he's one. Didn't know him that well, but he said some of the things that've stuck with me the longest, about the north and his tribe and how they worked. When they hunt everyone eats.
I gotta find out where he is. If anyone (who reads this shit) knows, come find me.
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