Written By Edris
Sept. 27, 2021, 1:19 a.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
But spring is no gentle season, though we romanticize it as such. Much of that new life will die before it reaches the sun, to return to the soil and nourish the older and established. Young hatchlings will ensure that is they and not the others in the nest that will receive what they need to grow strong--or become food for other youngsters as their parents nourish them before they can hunt for themselves. It is not just a time for lambs and chicks, foals and fawns--but cubs and yearlings emerging from their first winter sleep as well. Butterflies will wake and capture smiles, but the caterpillars to follow might mean that a child goes a little hungrier this fall or winter.
The most complicated of songs often have woven in them a fullness of being.
It is difficult to set aside even for a few moments the heaviness of what we prepare for now that the deep snows have receded; even with allies it is formidable to think through all of what must be done. But today I made sure that our Lady Heir and her mother had fresh sprigs of hyacinths to greet them at the breakfast table, and their smiles eased some of that, for a time.
Written By Jasher
Sept. 27, 2021, 12:32 a.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
My recent return to Arx was predicated on a desire to reinvest in the affairs of my family, our vassals and a handful of close friends I've managed to maintain over the years. I believe that I have made some progress toward that end, though it has meant making a sacrifice of the time I'd have spent protecting trade routes and settlements from barbarous murderers and thieves. Breaking myself of routines and habits has never been painless, but this singular duty has always been the most difficult to surrender. So much so that I have never truly succeeded in doing so.
It is for that reason that when my cousin, Romulius, approached me about the prospect of becoming a sworn knight of the Order of East Light, I did not decline. The Order has allowed me to strike a welcome balance between my seaborne duties and what matters I wish to attend ashore. When I formally take my oaths, they will be a reinforcement of that responsibility I've readily shouldered in defense of Arvum's seas against danger in whatever form it takes, this time with a host of honorable knights in stride possessing a zeal for justice equal to my own. And we will bring the dawn.
Written By Lucrezia
Sept. 26, 2021, 9:53 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Written By Babette
Sept. 26, 2021, 9:37 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Written By Reese
Sept. 26, 2021, 9:32 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Also I no longer like pink flowers......
Written By Cassiopeia
Sept. 26, 2021, 8:56 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Written By Ryhalt
Sept. 26, 2021, 8:53 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
I did not have much time to dwell on solutions to fear. It is not the kind where "liquid courage" would provide any assistance.
Written By Anisha
Sept. 26, 2021, 8:46 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Cesare
Written By Valencia
Sept. 26, 2021, 8:33 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
I adore that happy and hopeful feeling. It is as if the turn to warmer weather reminds us that no matter how cold and daunting the world can be, things change and life renews when you least expect it. We just have to watch for the first kiss of green and sweet blossoms to come, and then perhaps help nurture it along so that it might grow and blossom all the more.
Here is to a sweet and pleasurable new season to all.
Written By Cufre
Sept. 26, 2021, 8:18 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Written By Zakhar
Sept. 26, 2021, 8 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Written By Raymesin
Sept. 26, 2021, 4:53 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Eh? No, my poetry's mostly written in blood. Other peoples' blood, to be more precise.
Well if you didn't want to know, why did you ask?
Written By Aleksei
Sept. 26, 2021, 4:33 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Nurie
I was with Fitz when I first heard. It's such a weird thing, crying in front of your kid. Not that I'd ever want him to learn that he shouldn't grieve, shouldn't weep, but it's hard being so raw and vulnerable in front of him, and he
He remembers you. Of course. He liked you quite a lot. But with half his life spent with the Nox'alfar, death is so different for him. He didn't understand, Nurie. He didn't understand why I was grieving. And then he was almost angry when I tried to explain, to tell him that you wouldn't be back in a moment, a day, a week. That whenever your soul did come back around, it would be a long time from now, and you'd be a different person. I mean, he _knows_ all of that, it's just
He doesn't appreciate it, I guess.
But somehow it's easier writing about him right now than writing about you. You were so very special, Nurie. You cared so much, and loved so deeply, and asked so little in return. You deserved more of me, even if you never asked for it. I wish I'd had the courage to give you that. I wish I'd stolen more time with you. I wish I'd let things be simpler. I used to be so good at that.
I just wish we'd had more time. I wish I'd given you more. I wish I hadn't wasted the time we had. Your last letter is still there on my desk. Waiting for me to write back. I hadn't wanted to say goodbye. I wanted to just pretend like you'd be back in Arx soon enough. Sooner than you thought.
Gods, you deserved better from the whole world. Fuck. I miss you so fucking much already.
Written By Desiree
Sept. 26, 2021, 2:54 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Gawain
Written By Desiree
Sept. 26, 2021, 2:52 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
Written By Xia
Sept. 26, 2021, 1:56 p.m.(4/10/1016 AR)
There's a dread and a joy both to be had in coming back to one's duty station.
Functionary of the Undying Empire.
Written By Jaenelle
Sept. 26, 2021, 12:32 p.m.(4/10/1016 AR)
Written By Jaenelle
Sept. 26, 2021, 12:28 p.m.(4/10/1016 AR)
I wish to thank Dame Ida for the beautiful daggers, as clearly Noah would have been put out if at least one of the favors wasn't something small and pointy. Master Ripley took my vision for our wedding rings and surpassed them.
Also thank you, Noah, for putting up with me during these past few months as planning and execution of plans occurred. I know I can be a perfectionist, and you kept me sane.
Written By Lisebet
Sept. 26, 2021, 10:41 a.m.(4/10/1016 AR)
Written By Ida
Sept. 26, 2021, 9:10 a.m.(4/10/1016 AR)
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