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Oh man, hugely relate. I was diagnosed early this year.... Just before quarantine, brilliant. Inattentives unite, just because we're not as messy as PH/I's doesn't mean we aren't a mess. The only thing I'll say is that you made getting help sound a little more complicated than it is IMO. For me, treatment was about my parent concluding that I had a problem, and needed therapy. I'm a bit younger than you. I went into therapy a few years ago; I essentially determined for myself that I had ADHD, on accident after relating a bit too hard to a few personal stories, and had my therapist evaluate me whereupon I have been on my clinical treatment path for most of this year. Regardless of that part of my life affecting my mental health, even unmedicated therapy in general has really been that uncomfortable, little shove off the cliff into mindfulness and betterment. The key is indeed just doing it, but for me it was psychiatrist second, therapist first. I didn't really need to go in expecting a diagnosis to just air my dirty laundry, and work out my problems with another person who is a professional and could actually help me. Granted, certain more severe (ADHD is a slow, contemplative killer.......) mental conditions are obviously best diagnosed first thing. I was never too close to being permanently injured (mentally or physically) so it was less important that I know exactly what I'm dealing with, and I have no doubt my therapist already had an inkling though wanted to let me decide on my own how to proceed.

“To the Ms. Ashford de Falstaff, One is interested in a few of Your Ladyship’s pieces, after hearing along the vine in Haelun’or of thy work. It is stressful here, and few comfortable silk dresses to lounge in may be well to have at home, at least, as the Author’s other clothes are getting rather worn out. If it is alright, one is interested in both the black and red as well as the blue and gold. maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, Thine Author, Aiera Sullas”

It feels so nostalgic to be checking a Urara diary and giggling about the gossip and the fact my character was mentioned 😭 But I must set the record straight.... Celestine acquired a pin, you lousy freeloaders have to ask her to get you books, or get your own library cards!!!

my cooling unit, after its predecessor mysteriously died in a tragic accident following the installation of my newest GPU.. is brand new! my RTX and I are ready..

FDGJNFDSJN my unfinished fresco OH NO I mean- my beautiful, well planned, polished fresco with the cute boats..... Also, Tresh. Buddy. How are the lanterns swinging. Tell me, I need to download it. edit: i was told this is not a normal mod and now i am angry. my library will console me. 😭

Lorena Antonia rocks in her chair in her wilderness hovel, wondering how her two daughter heiresses are doing, considering that her sons seemingly died in childhood. Then she remembered the rumors of those pretender bastards, and she scowled ruefully.

A matriarch put forth her statement on this latest addition to the back and forth, the paper itself disgruntled to be there, scratched out in black color. ”To the Ms. Uradir, One truly wishes to support you, who has shown the guts to actually issue a challenge, although initially blundered, in a government you do not necessarily support nor understand, as evidenced by that blunder. How ever, to receive one’s vote, you will have to forge some semblance of self respect. You are not a servant, as you sign yourself off to be. You are not less than any other ‘thill, the Maheral is not above you, as has been drilled into your head by actual lessers. Denounce the Diarchy. Neither of them were Maheral, that much is clear to Us all. All they sought to do was create a generation of subordinates, as they have made of you. The truth is that you will never be able to lead from the Council if you do not even respect yourself enough to acknowledge that you stand equal to the rest of Us. Thine Author refuse to pity you or put you below, ‘servant.’ One desires you to stand up and state thy declaration as a woman of silver to be an active, eager replacement for Our altogether vanished Okarir’nor. Get your damned priorities straight and say what you are going to do, now, not what you have done in the past. What are your ideas, ‘servant?’ What new institutes will appear upon your theoretical election? We’re listening, We’re all waiting, and you’re just arguing with illiterates. This is nonsense. maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, Laurir Aiera Sullas”

A plain note delivered into Elathion’s mailbox but a day after his missive, a copy of it tacked onto the public board for good measure, written in a silvery ink. “To the Mr. Dagre’sae, Your writing capabilities have improved vastly since the grating half-arguments of your improvised speeches back in the day. Though one believes that Mr. Athrilum was actually male. Was this a clerical error? maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, Laurir Aiera Sullas”

Somewhat belated, a weary older woman appeared on the scene to an expectant, murmuring crowd. She was seen to lift a brow questioningly, although those nearest to her could detect a hint of relief as she trudged up to her address. A few stark papers shifted, grazing, dull and dry, adrift in her hands before she began. “Mali’aheralonn Lareh’thilln Haelunor’ehya! It feels refreshing to address you out loud in this manner- Or I would s’pose in transcript to any one not in attendance, ahernan for reading up if that is one of you. Er.. Moving on. My name is Aiera Sullas, a Laurir of the Talonnii Sullas, to clarify for some not knowing of it yet. I assure all of you, knowing or others wise, that I have been hard at work serving my duties as Tilruir’indor, and that alone is why I have been unable to mingle as of late when I might have done before. I am certainly eager to be among you again, with those pressing matters behind me. In fact, last I checked, We are shortened an Okarir. It seemed only fitting, to place my bid in to renew it. Our previous ‘maehr was not especially communicative, which is some thing I wish to bring to the Council if I am elected. After all, a steward of maehr’sae should be eager to provide open and transparent conversation if it does not threaten hiylun’ehya, in just the same way of the books they are to keep watch o’er. No one is so stalwart as the written word which is at the mercy of its keepers; so persistent is it that it does not shrink away and hide from the threat of easy destruction, erasure, undoing, by greed.” “How ever, I wish to come close to that standard of being. Fragility without anxiety, strength in standing one’s ground. Similarly, I hope to repair the foundations making up the Eternal College and Eternal Library alike, paving a way for cooperation and communication with those of whom find themselves academically inclined. I think I have not much else to say, my prior actions speak for themselves. Though I have them, ideas are only in the mind, ones of partnering up to deliver lectures in the College or for drumming up reasons to invest in the Library by creating a more active image. If one would like to prod me about these, they are welcome to, either here formally or another time more in-personally- My campaign begins here, regardless. This old thing will be humbled to serve now the chance is given properly, whether as a Tilruir, or indeed, an Okarir. Diligence in the face of ignorance, and maehr’sae hiylun’ehya.”

A brief, though long anticipated notice finally made itself known on Lareh’thilln’s information board, appearing in the least a little celebratory with a few tasteful embellishments of silvered inlay. It came off a tad sardonic, though- Or is it arrogance..? Tone is so difficult to glean from the written, alas. Mali’aheralonn Lareh’thilln Haelunor’ehya, For too long has this topic been put off by encumbered Heial’thilln members, and so permission to act has been granted to Your Esteemed Tilruir’indor upon the delayed writing contest that Our Former Okarir’maehr began. Such being the case, that it is with great pleasure one is in the business of announcing the selection of a singular Elf to be lofted over their peers as a featured writer and carrier of a large coin purse. Any thing less than complete decadence would be insulting to Our legacy, after all. Without further delay, the chosen victor of Our little affair, receiving featured viewing in the Eternal Library and a sum of five-thousand Minas in the form of fifty hundred-Minas is... Maenor Aildhuin, for the authorship of, ‘On Freedom of Speech, Debate and Critical Thinking’ maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, Tilruir’indor Aiera Sullas

Aiera Sullas sat on a bench, reflecting on the state of things in the somber park of Lareh’thilln, where oddly she felt safest, in the place where numerous unfortunates had met their end. Decidedly, she didn’t linger on this pessimistic trend of thought, and only wonders where the seafood section was. Not on the back, she checked twice, hoping it was in fine print the second time. The aging thing exhales wearily, folding up her issue to hand to her daughter later on, perhaps to the end of some needed education.

@KronugiN Start bumping this with ‘updated’ posts or I’ll fire u from library. and then I’ll be banned for harassment, but it’ll have been worth it for this injustice...........

((MC name: Arcanepatisserie)) Name: Aiera Sullas Vote for Sohaer: ( ) Anethra Uradir (XX) Eredael Rhenaer

Just doing my part with question and answering along with the other two real quick, wanted to leave the rest of your points to others, but this isn’t actually restricting beliefs as far as I know; no doubt it’s an important part of the grieving process to be in denial and bargain. Rather, Kha’ will vaguely know of Metzli being dead. This doesn’t prevent any character from not believing that(or caring for that matter, if they want to be rebels), and even if they do from peer pressure or concrete evidence, praying for her revival one day although it may never arrive. The answer is it doesn’t matter, the redline is more limiting what new Kha’ know about just exactly how dead she is, how her death occurred. Because that would be a little meta, and unfairly earned without proper RP done to know. (oh and quick edit, we appreciate the constructive feedback! even though several people were reviewing this including myself as it was written, the only real way to test it is put it out there to the public obviously)

@AlaricGrimgold That is not the redline. I almost told Benbo that too, but I realized it was specific enough to say “-dye their fur as a workaround to creating a Tlatlanni” which cannot be construed as simply dying parts of hair any color. Because that’s not what that is, dying to become Tlatlanni would require a Kha’ to completely bleach their whole coat and then keep bleaching it to maintain it. Which is not what say, adding some sick blue highlights to your Cheetrah is doing. Anyway, I kept forgetting to tell @Wretched how mind-boggling it was that he kind of just dropped this, when something of this length (even if it’s a moderate length that is succinct about its information) would take me WEEKS, and I am in complete awe. I was also extremely honored to input my various thoughts about wording and redlines, but must point out that they were nitpicky. Which is a good thing, if I have to reach to give suggestions about one or two sentences it’s probably a good piece. Thanks so much you wonderful beast. Here’s to the culture post down the line. 🍻

good vibes caroline!! I realized pretty recently that you’d introduced your pronouns (they/them while you figured out what was really going on) through discord and stuff but I didn’t quite catch on immediately, I feel a bit bad since I think I’ve referred to you incorrectly a couple times! but it’s all a part of the process of realizing who you are probably, some of it will be awkward and by the same token, welcome to the CLUB, GIRL sometimes it sucks but we don’t get to change it and we wouldn’t change it for the world! except for that part about not wearing a shirt in public we should be able to do that. dm me any time for gross girl talk I don’t tell boys :J

ahh!! I was too busy with other JUNK to notice this lovely thing. Well done Norn!!! It’s GOOD.

A single page of a succinct, but professional document was placed neatly on Lareh’thilln’s imposing notice board. Lettered in a legible albeit twisting cursive with blue-black ink, the thing seemed to detail a current event intended to inform the populace and were it to be removed unexpectedly, a new handwritten copy was replaced promptly. Mali’aheralonn Lareh’thilln Haelun’or’ehya, It is with utmost condolences afforded that one must announce Our Tilruir’indor Talia Kae’areh to be incapacitated by a pesky illness, and make it known that well wishes in any form of object, writing or spoken word may be delivered to and within the Seregon Mansion where she is being carefully treated. That being well and good, the fact of the matter is that the Eternal Library waits for no sick leaves. Tilruir’indor Talia Kae’areh has graciously sought to appoint a substitute for her duties in the meantime, these being the duties that her other Mediir’indor, important as they still are, cannot perform without additional training and only further delay. It was in every one’s interest then that the Author of this notice themselves was selected after deliberation, for one’s previous experience in the job of Tilruir’indor and the knowledgeable as well as senior qualities one displays as a part of the few present Asulonian Mali’thill left. So it is that Laurir Aiera Sullas has become the Tilruir’s eyes and ears, capable of accepting donations in return for the valuable Library Cards, Pins, and Mediir’indor positions that are still being offered out to prospecting Citizens or foreign book keepers. Current Mediir’indor are welcome and expected to report to Laurir Sullas for advice and aid or to inform, while one dutifully attends to the upkeep of the collection itself. It will be an honor to work alongside the people again. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, Thy Author, Mediir’indor Aiera Sullas

((MC name: Arcanepatisserie)) Name: Aiera Sullas Vote for Okarir’nor: ( ) Alluin Miravaris (XX) Effile Ker’Vulnir ( ) Aeron Valaker

(( MC name: Arcanepatisserie)) Name: Aiera Sullas Vote for Sohaer: ( ) Nelgauth Maehr'tehral ( XX ) Anethra Uradir ( ) Abstain

(( MC name: Arcanepatisserie)) Name: Aiera Sullas Vote for Okarir’maehr: ( X ) Silvos Sythaerin ( ) Elahern Aeth'sulier ( X ) Olrin Maehr'tehral Vote for Okarir’nor: ( ) Elathion Dagre'sae ( XX ) Aiera Sullas

---------- ---------- Aiera Sullas returned to Elathion’s side when she was ready, which was only when she had taken a great pause, still filled with vigor yet unspent when the time came. Her eyebrows flared, one a little higher than the other, and she began. ”Asking me to have instead run for okarir’maehr by twisting what I have said is nothing but insulting, and I have been civil with you thus far. You go on to question my readiness to do any of the duties I have clearly and concisely advocated myself to doing simply because I believe there should not be a monetary element, which you are having a great fixation with, and have the audacity to advertise your own contributions to the state as if they are a gracious privilege we’re experiencing while you are with us that you demand physical reward for.” She pauses only briefly, and then took to a frown prior to her further statement. “If you wished to be ennobled for owning a successful business, you should run for a position in the Orenian government instead.” ---------- ---------- “My focus not being monetary does not equate to my focus being unemployment or slave labor. Unless there is a new argument that you would like to make that isn’t one we have already addressed, I close further discussion with you and implore any other elves with questions to speak up when we gather for elections. I will not deign to spend hours nitpicking every detail of my opening speeches with my opponent and maintain my previous statements in full. I’ll see you at the Q-and-A, so good day, Mr. Elathion.” It was at this point that the older elfess sought to return to her rest area calmly, lifting from her pocket a booklet of poetry and settling in to read while remaining on the scene until the nominations concluded.

(( MC name: Arcanepatisserie)) Name: Aiera Sullas Vote for Okarir’tir: ( XX ) Kaelan Aldin ( ) Elrion Visaj ( ) Alluin Miravaris Vote for Okarir’hiylun: ( ) Silvyr Uradir ( XX ) Dele Seregon ( ) Farandil Aldin

---------- ---------- When Elathion was done, the elfess nodded thoughtfully and gave herself some time to ruminate before she chose to speak up again. ”I see now that I ought to elaborate on what I meant when I explained why I was gone, I want to clarify that I have no intentions of running away from anything if I was to be voted in by the citizenry. By that time it would not only be myself and my family I am expected to personally protect, but the people at large. Instead, I have found that the recent course of events has broken the chains of my cowardice, and imbues me with the desire to really put the work in to not any time soon feel again that my state cannot provide for me the safety to simply stay alive. I’m glad to hear there’s already elves with the same line of thinking as I have, and I eagerly await more details on that bunker with the hope that Sillumir will be given training on directing crowds to such a place in the event of trouble. I think it will make flights such as mine far less common.” Aiera Sullas provides a brief smile as she pauses amidst her continued debate, relief awash in her to hear plans for long term security. “To touch on matters of business though, verily, I don’t find mina needless so much as that I don’t think it’s something to be proud of. We don’t need money to live, to work, to be motivated into action as the other nations do. It is, I’ll reaffirm, unfortunately necessary that we need bits of metal at all to feel we have security in the greater realm beyond Haelun’or, when all of the treasure in the world is stored in our own minds, and on our own pages. History, legacy and progress forward are the words I would use to describe the truly wealthy. They are the real riches, as I have learned by now, cultivated throughout the centuries of our lifetime and not through the temporary objects we surround ourselves with. But that won’t mean I intend to push aside and ignore the need the state has always had to encourage donations, because of the reality that we live in, and not the dream of a better way. I will remind discerning elves to donate excess funds acquired through their business ventures with collection boxes among other incentives, and indeed, that allows me to touch again on ‘merchantry’ as you put it. As I disagree with the need to foster a widely successful, monetarily superior economy in Haelun’or I mean to primarily ensure that the skilled handicrafts produced in our city are given due attention and for them to be the main export and source of ‘business tourism’ here. This is aside from establishments providing services, which I would like to see more of, and of course the usual landmarks which are the reason anyone from the outside cares to visit. I have been liking the talk present during multiple debates- including this one- of festivals to celebrate artisans, to be sure.” ---------- ---------- At this point she draws once more on her water skin, clearing her throat and keeping her tone from growing hoarse at any point. “Hopefully this has given you a little more confidence. Business works differently here, as you apparently have not noticed in all your experience, it does not need to hinge on being the difference between poverty and wealth because no elf in Haelun’or experiences the frightening struggle for wages that many others in the valleys around us do. It is for the fun of it, and the profits lead only to luxury and reassurance for the people that should one of their facilities fail them, for example a difficult season burning through the stockpiles, there will be a way to bring in what is needed to survive. Moving onward, I would have figured that the matter of other supply chains would be rather obvious, though I understand that all avenues must be accounted for to know that a candidate will truly be thinking of anything and everything. I’ve of course had it on my mind and while I have special knowledge available to me on the agricultural side of things, I more than intend to bring on a capable Tilruir’leyun and the help of as many additional individuals as necessary to keep up the stores of everything from metal and jewels, to stone and loam. In conclusion, I too hope we can make an attempt to become associates at the end of the election, as it’s obvious we both have the needs of the state in mind, if in differing ways. Maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, Elathion.” ---------- ---------- Again bowing her head and stepping back, the Laurir sought for a break and a sit-down nearby to listen for further argument to be made, while resting herself up for any that she may have to do in return.

---------- ---------- Shortly after Elathion’s conclusion, an older elfess pushes her way onto the scene, a few papers clutched in hand. “Sorry to intrude, ah,” the woman pauses as she sidles up to where the presentations were to be conducted. ”It’s imperative that I put myself to task. I, like many another elf behind our walls have squandered chances to be productive. I don’t see this confession as a show of weakness, but rather the opposite. I am Aiera Sullas, Laurir of my esteemed family, and I do wish to act now that I find renewed courage in my heart. I nominate myself for Okarir’nor, today.” A short pause followed as Aiera adjusts her spectacles on her nose, and shuffles some papers around, permitting her to be sure of her coming argument. ”I can say with an educated mind that as a long standing citizen I have much to give to a position such as this. I understand that I have been a little scarce as of late, but ask for you to understand that I was afeared of the recent turmoil alone and not of the work I could do. I implore those with questions about who I am and my background to please prod me for answers. To this end, I believe my neutral position among the citizenry means I will not be led astray by any single individual to serve only their own wants and needs, rather, I’ll seek to use a solid head and firm hand to provide for the citizenry as a whole and for the whole alone.” She took a breath as her speech began in earnest, letting those witness to it take in her affirmations before continuing. “With that said, I intend to be dutiful in fulfilling the responsibilities expected of me. I am organized, experienced, and a capable speaker who most certainly will be checking in on all social and economic functions that could be having the need for government support. When I am not in the city square checking shops for their success and stock levels, noting my observations, and providing for new business ventures- I will be down in the farms, surveying with my own eyes the state of growth and health of every flora and fauna I can accommodate for. I am in turns a home gardener with an eye for the needs of plants, and someone who has raised or seen livestock enough to identify issues without getting too attached to individuals and becoming emotional. I will of course be diligent to keep a tab on the water supply, and store some aside for any potential drought. This should, with the help of hired associates continue to uphold the national status of a self sustaining wealth of native goods, keeping imports down and which will lead straight back into businesses, guilds, meetings, and standalone events who will not have to wait weeks in advance for deliveries. When it comes to the architectural, I may not be a designer myself, but I know for sure I could rally the work necessary, aid in physical construction, and arrange for the materials needed to complete the work of artists better than I. Having thought about this, an idea comes to me about a project to be attempted if I am a elected. A bunker, for non-combatants and children to run to for safety in the event of city-wide danger. I’m hopeful that I can find like-minded elves who would be up to undertaking such a task with me. Something can be said for my eye for interior, too, which if not toward official and permanent arrangements could be put to redecorating for temporary gatherings and the like.” A small frown graces Aiera’s face as she reaches the last third of her campaign, but she lofted her chin and proclaimed the rest of her dedication to the gathered audience, taking a grave tone for the closing statements that she shared. “So too would the unfortunately necessary job of collecting coin for imports or emergencies fall to me, and the citizenry should feel safe knowing that I value nothing in this world that I could acquire with money alone, to the end that I would handle all dealings of the sort with utmost respect and solemnity afforded. I have no grand illusions that I will rise to heights never seen before, rather, I will be a safe and reliable choice that is precisely what is needed in these tumultuous times. I will reaffirm what has already been built up by the people, and give them the tools to continue to succeed as is already my duty every day as a matriarch, a mother, and a silver citizen born under the shadow of the Eternal College of Larihei, which no doubt gave me the strength to stand as it did for the centuries I have seen since. Remember the name Aiera Sullas when the ballots begin, and if you are not confident in me, you’ll find me in a position where I will prove myself worthy in another way. This I do swear.” ---------- ---------- The Sullas woman finally withdrew from her stand and took in a tired breath, seeking some refreshment from an old water skin and tucking her papers away to patiently await any questions or counter arguments. Her head dipped respectfully to her opponent, now that it was done.