Written By Thea
July 29, 2019, 1:25 p.m.(7/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Arcadia
Went to the Stahlben reception the other evening. It was a very welcoming event with plenty of alcohol and food. I think the young Countess will do just fine in her new home and with her new role.
Written By Miranda
July 29, 2019, 1:08 p.m.(7/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Dariel
To be fair, I think I relax easier with a friendly companion who is not my aide. I had no idea he could be so irksome. Still, he is very good at his job, so I shall keep him.
I think that he may not enjoy my sense of humor. Something about my pranks getting old.
Whatever.
You will have to teach me the art of relaxation.
For Pookie!
- by The Pookiebane
I think that he may not enjoy my sense of humor. Something about my pranks getting old.
Whatever.
You will have to teach me the art of relaxation.
For Pookie!
- by The Pookiebane
Written By Miranda
July 29, 2019, 1:02 p.m.(7/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Eddard
Ahh, sweet Bard. I am on my way back. A week, perhaps, if the weather holds.
A shrub, you say? It will be the most beautiful shrub I have.
Just don't ask me to wear it.
Think of the chafing...
A shrub, you say? It will be the most beautiful shrub I have.
Just don't ask me to wear it.
Think of the chafing...
Written By Catalana
July 29, 2019, 12:19 p.m.(7/20/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Wash
It's funny to think that almost half my life, I have been loved and adored by one man. That today, with my hair greying and lines beginning to curl at my eyes that he could possibly love me more than he did when we began our whirlwind courting.
Lord Wash. You are no diplomat. You are passion and fire and have a love of the sea that rivals any born to it. But that is why we work so well.
I am so very glad you chose for me to be your wife.
Lord Wash. You are no diplomat. You are passion and fire and have a love of the sea that rivals any born to it. But that is why we work so well.
I am so very glad you chose for me to be your wife.
Written By Selene
July 29, 2019, 12:08 p.m.(7/20/1011 AR)
I delight in the outpouring of creativity that occasionally wracks the city. Petal will announce some cunning design, then Pins and Needles or Thorn and Scale responds with a beautiful variety of their own. Small discoveries through open doors leave such an impression of delight! These little surprises are what make it worthwhile. A fresh perfume bottle from a favorite seller in my home ward, a fresh bracelet on the wrist from an aspiring jeweler, and of course admiring those million-silver pieces befitting royalty that only an Arcuri could devise.
We all speak a common tongue, and yet we all express the matters differently. I find it rewarding to admire the creative spark in others, and finding those hidden treasures.
We all speak a common tongue, and yet we all express the matters differently. I find it rewarding to admire the creative spark in others, and finding those hidden treasures.
Written By Shard
July 29, 2019, 6:06 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
That's the problem. Wind is wind. Why would it ever think about what some human does with their day? I'm not sure it would even think about days at all. What's time to the Wind? Or set paths, for that matter.
Written By Behtuk
July 29, 2019, 1:57 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
This story is written in Northlands Shav:
My father used to tell me of the Lady of the Ice. The Lady of the Ice was once a woman with no children. She prayed to the winds that they would bring her children. The East wind answered and brought her a child, with hair as dark as a bear's nose, and eyes as bright as a summer star. The woman rejoiced for she had a child at last. Then the West wind came. It found the woman had a child and whispered to her. The West wind told the woman: "You have asked me for a child, and I scoured the earth looking for the best child ever born to give to you." The woman was sad, because she already had a child, and it was not allowed for her to have two. There would not be enough for both children. She told the West wind to give the child to someone else. And the West Wind answered: "I will give the child to someone else. Her hair is as golden as sunrise. Her eyes as green as still water." The woman sorrowed, for it sounded like a beautiful baby. She asked where the child would go. "Somewhere south." Answered the West Wind. "When she is grown, men will fight over her. A war. Many men, killing because such a perfect child comes among them." The woman sorrowed a third time and asked the West Wind to give her the baby. "But you cannot have two children." Said the West Wind. So the woman took her first child, with the black hair and the bright eyes, and she hid him under the ice. She told the West Wind that her baby had drowned. She asked the West Wind to give her the baby it had found. The West wind laughed and flew away leaving her with nothing. The woman cried out and dove into the water. She searched under the ice for her baby with the black hair and the bright eyes. She searched so long that the sun set behind her, and the ice sealed over her. She is still searching.
If you hear knocking under the ice while you walk, that is the Lady of the Ice searching for her baby. Stop and lay down, crawl, do not walk, or the Lady of the Ice will take you away.
My father used to tell me of the Lady of the Ice. The Lady of the Ice was once a woman with no children. She prayed to the winds that they would bring her children. The East wind answered and brought her a child, with hair as dark as a bear's nose, and eyes as bright as a summer star. The woman rejoiced for she had a child at last. Then the West wind came. It found the woman had a child and whispered to her. The West wind told the woman: "You have asked me for a child, and I scoured the earth looking for the best child ever born to give to you." The woman was sad, because she already had a child, and it was not allowed for her to have two. There would not be enough for both children. She told the West wind to give the child to someone else. And the West Wind answered: "I will give the child to someone else. Her hair is as golden as sunrise. Her eyes as green as still water." The woman sorrowed, for it sounded like a beautiful baby. She asked where the child would go. "Somewhere south." Answered the West Wind. "When she is grown, men will fight over her. A war. Many men, killing because such a perfect child comes among them." The woman sorrowed a third time and asked the West Wind to give her the baby. "But you cannot have two children." Said the West Wind. So the woman took her first child, with the black hair and the bright eyes, and she hid him under the ice. She told the West Wind that her baby had drowned. She asked the West Wind to give her the baby it had found. The West wind laughed and flew away leaving her with nothing. The woman cried out and dove into the water. She searched under the ice for her baby with the black hair and the bright eyes. She searched so long that the sun set behind her, and the ice sealed over her. She is still searching.
If you hear knocking under the ice while you walk, that is the Lady of the Ice searching for her baby. Stop and lay down, crawl, do not walk, or the Lady of the Ice will take you away.
Written By Calandra
July 29, 2019, 1:35 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Bree
We're nearly neighbors now, this is wonderful! Congratulations on the new home, it's a great thing to have your own space. Expect plenty of visits now that you're so near!
Written By Wash
July 29, 2019, 1:06 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Catalana
Married at 25 and the past eight years have been the happiest of my life.
Written By Wash
July 29, 2019, 1:03 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Catalana
Engaged at 21 after four years at sea, proving myself a sailor.
Written By Wash
July 29, 2019, 1:03 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Catalana
Met at 17 in Bastion. 6 Months whirlwind romance.
Written By Wash
July 29, 2019, 1:02 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Carita
Having been there for her, she responds with amiably friendship.
Written By Wash
July 29, 2019, 12:52 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Ian
The bothersome younger brother that has grown into his own.
Written By Valencia
July 29, 2019, 12:50 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
Truly, the pleasure is mine, sir.
You are a most exquisite partner in crime, my lord. I can only imagine what wonderful things will come of such a partnership in future.
I cannot wait!
~~~~<~<@
You are a most exquisite partner in crime, my lord. I can only imagine what wonderful things will come of such a partnership in future.
I cannot wait!
~~~~<~<@
Written By Kenna
July 29, 2019, 12:06 a.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
When one's rodent is pregnant there is really one thing to do.
If you figure it out, let me know. Last time I had my cousin to help. I don't think Riagnon would be a good squirrel baby sitter.
I'm just waiting for three turtles to turn up eggs now.
If you figure it out, let me know. Last time I had my cousin to help. I don't think Riagnon would be a good squirrel baby sitter.
I'm just waiting for three turtles to turn up eggs now.
Written By Caith
July 28, 2019, 11:24 p.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Thrax family dinner!
A sea monster was the showcase of the feast. I mean, it was a fish but /what a fish/! I have never seen so many teeth in all my life. I am constantly amazed by the creatures that dwell beneath the waves.
A sea monster was the showcase of the feast. I mean, it was a fish but /what a fish/! I have never seen so many teeth in all my life. I am constantly amazed by the creatures that dwell beneath the waves.
Written By Eddard
July 28, 2019, 11:21 p.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Miranda
I had the misfortune of returning to Arx before you. Which is abyssmal. The city is small and quiet as a hamlet without you. Duskshire is now the center of the practice of 'miniature trees'. Expect to receive a gift of a shrubbery curated to look like a large wizened tree.
Written By Sparte
July 28, 2019, 11:19 p.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
The path ahead and behind both feel so important to me. Where I've been, where I will be. Yet I try not to only see my own path, but the paths of others.
I notice people who fixate on where they're going and have a destination. Yet, beyond that they have no idea what they will do or where they will go.
A path that stops.
Then there are those who are looking backwards so hard that they may as well be walking backwards.
Those who look but never take a step out of fear of it being the wrong path.
I expect, given the nature of the whites, someone to expect some condemnation here. That is usually how these things go, is it not? Someone writes about a point of view that is self-reinforcing, so they have a mighty mountain from which to level vague judgment on others.
All of those paths are human, arn't they? At the end of the day they're all positions any one of us may have been in. Due to different family, different opportunities, a sliver of different fortunes in our lives.
I don't quite know what all of it means. Perhaps I'm not meant to, perhaps no one is. A strange sort of tapestry, the little choices and coincidences that make up our lives. We all see the big ones, or think we do. What weight does a little choice sometimes carry?
As I try to wind this entry and my thoughts to a close, I wonder at what the wind would say if I asked it what it thought of a person's day.
I notice people who fixate on where they're going and have a destination. Yet, beyond that they have no idea what they will do or where they will go.
A path that stops.
Then there are those who are looking backwards so hard that they may as well be walking backwards.
Those who look but never take a step out of fear of it being the wrong path.
I expect, given the nature of the whites, someone to expect some condemnation here. That is usually how these things go, is it not? Someone writes about a point of view that is self-reinforcing, so they have a mighty mountain from which to level vague judgment on others.
All of those paths are human, arn't they? At the end of the day they're all positions any one of us may have been in. Due to different family, different opportunities, a sliver of different fortunes in our lives.
I don't quite know what all of it means. Perhaps I'm not meant to, perhaps no one is. A strange sort of tapestry, the little choices and coincidences that make up our lives. We all see the big ones, or think we do. What weight does a little choice sometimes carry?
As I try to wind this entry and my thoughts to a close, I wonder at what the wind would say if I asked it what it thought of a person's day.
Written By Thena
July 28, 2019, 11:06 p.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
We returned from Grayson lands relatively unscathed. Were we actually prepared? Overprepared, even? Or are we just waiting for the sting in the tail?
No matter, really. I am proud of my brothers and sisters in arms.
No matter, really. I am proud of my brothers and sisters in arms.
Written By Asriel
July 28, 2019, 10:57 p.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Delfina
It's been wonderful to have my wife back in Arx once again. Lady Delfina Darkwater is as talented as she is passionate and the pair of us were always stronger together. It's only right to find a smart political match. A duty no noble should ever neglect. Yet there is a certain satisfaction to finding a match one can not just tolerate, but revel in.
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