Old Joy
Apr23

Old Joy

(21 Olaesta 5115; Ta’Illistim) She had lost track of how much time passed since the Lord Admiral had entrusted his song to her. Truthfully, it was his sister’s song, she had learned. But she heard him sing it first, and it had impressed with his voice in her memory. The song, “The Loss of My Heart” by Siralina Machtes Ashrim, was a beautiful, passionate piece the bardess had first heard under the Old Oak in the...

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Garden
Apr22

Garden

(20 Olaesta 5115; Ta’Illistim) Around every corner was something new in the Shining City. She was a stranger here, yet he did not make her feel like an interloper. “Have you ever been to Veythorne Manor?” he asked her. She shook her head, it did not ring any bells. “I think you will like it. Do you have time now? I will show you,” he offered. It was the deep of night, she was not sure what this manor might be,...

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Ride Like The Wind
Apr20

Ride Like The Wind

(19 Olaesta 5115; Ta’Illistim) Moonglae Inn BriarStone Court Ta’Illistim, the Nations Dear Mother and Father, I have traveled to Ta’Illistim to find some much-needed quiet and work on finishing some music. I would love to see you if you have time to come here while I am this far. I am staying at the Moonglae Inn off of BriarStone Court. After asking for the blessing of the Lord Ronan at His shrine, I took the journey...

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Find A Way To My Heart
Apr19

Find A Way To My Heart

(19 Olaesta 5115; The Landing) It was time for the Apprentice Bardess to check in with her mentor now that the Spitfire had left town. She made her way to the Raging Threk, and found him at a table. He waved her over immediately. His greeting was cheery. There had not been much cheer for her the past week (and change), so it was a welcome change. “I have some questions when you have time, there is no rush,” she quietly...

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Echoes
Apr15

Echoes

(14 Olaesta 5115; The Landing) Heard once, she liked to think she did not forget. Most of the time that was true, too. Heard again, it caught her attention, and then lived within her, where it is forgotten never. In the place where things risk a life of their own – at her peril. Where she is caught, between the sounds, within the unending whim of tidal forces. The wave of time crests upon this echo, and she hears it all again....

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Falling Stars
Apr09

Falling Stars

(9 Olaesta 5115; during the false dawn, an aside from the Harp) Stars fell into almost dawn’s fire as she wrought music from me I did not know I could even conceive. Phrases that are deep in wonder, weightless as magic, and driving our song to a new, immersive work of layered inspirations. I tell her my pleasure in this. She seems to warm to me for an instant. I sing her name. I sing my name; I sing my love of her in ardent...

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Don’t Stop Believing
Mar26

Don’t Stop Believing

(25 Charlatos 5115, The Landing) A single stanza sat in her music notebook for over 3 months. It was good, and the bardess knew it. But it was a hook, and nothing else. Every time she picked up her book and thumbed through it, she would read the stanza again, and smile. Then turn the page. Lately, her confidence was sagging, her spirits were even worse. Truth be told, she was a wreck. The Cittern had not helped the situation at all....

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Unhinged
Mar24

Unhinged

(23 Charlatos 5115, The Landing) Last week she accepted a precious gift from Lady Inurtia. She knew the cittern was special the moment she touched it. Made from ebonwood, it was eahnor-inset and came in its own beautiful, matching case. As she gently smoothed her hand over the wood, she wondered if the instrument had its own song, or just its own voice. She gazed at it in wonder … Stemming from the bridge of the cittern, thin...

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Inside A Silent Tear
Mar22

Inside A Silent Tear

(22 Charlatos 5115, The Landing) Someone handed the bardess a peach. Her favorite fruit, peaches. How were they to know there was only one other person who brought her peaches since she left home? She stared at it. She knew everything was about to come crashing down, and she did not feel like explaining any of it. Not that she had any kind of explanation, not while she was caught somewhere between worry and feeling foolish. But...

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Intermezzo
Mar18

Intermezzo

(18 Charlatos 5115, The Landing) Back in her room, the bardess drew the harp into her arms. She dropped the smile that had helped her through the past several days, and sat there for a moment. Her head was swimming in so many layers of confusion. She had no idea what she had done wrong this time. Her faithful harp comforted her loneliness, and she began to idly pick at the strings, looking for an outlet to the doubt and mounting...

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