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SCA Device by openmeadow
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Lady Christiana Galyard de Caen's heraldic device, currently being hung on a broken foil from the fencing club that started it all.
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My last journal was apparently back in May... I'm bit out of sorts again, but here's my best attempt at playing catch up.

Summer:
  • Moved back home for a job with solid hours and better pay that somehow managed to beat out three jobs combined. 
  • Mostly got my feet back under me in terms of finishing off my degree and prepared to transfer schools
  • Family reunion, in which there was a bit of writing (Muse had been scared off for months), a bit of calligraphy and quite a bit of henna
  • Prepared to move back to school

Fall:
  • School started up (8 classes, 18 credits... the usual), and I'm now three hours from home instead of an hour and a half, and just over two hours from my home SCA group.
  • Definitely start to find myself again in terms of school and self-confidence.
  • A friend's funeral, and the journey that that entailed.
  • History Fest with my home SCA group, which was an awesome if really chilly camping event.

Winter:
  • Twelfth Night event back at home, got to see some of my SCA family again
  • Christmas fun with family and friends
  • Birthday week.... all sorts of fun- potluck supper with friends, skype call home, massive homework piling in preparation for Lupercalia this past weekend.
  • Lupercalia! On that same note, my SCA name's almost entirely registered, and my device is well on it's way to being approved (it was returned for simple redraw but passed all conflict checks).
  • The rest of Lupercalia is better described in narrative, because there's only so many ways of saying that it was entirely fantastic.

She slips through the throngs of milling people, quietly excusing herself as necessary while carrying an empty water cooler to refill in one moment, and a message to be passed on in the next. It's a familiar dance she's in; she's danced it since her first day in the dream-turned-game that is the SCA. Her errands keep her busy as she runs this there, finds that here, and begs a boon on behalf of another. She's fully immersed in all that happens, and hardly draws an eye, just as she prefers. She sees all, hears much and saves it all for rainy days to come.

Court begins, and with her shift at soda selling complete, she slips into the back rows that are more like uneven waves, snagging a chair with the rest of the shire. It's a welcome reprieve to sit for a moment as, with pride, she watches shire member after shire member be called into Court in recognition for their time and service. She's honored to be able to be part of such a group of folks, and glad to be at their sides once again after months of long separation. What she doesn't expect is the cold wave of surprise that follows the sound of her own name.

For the first time in the four years she's danced her quiet dance, she's been singled out. The aisle is suddenly much longer than before, her footsteps suddenly loud in the waiting hush. Their Majesties speak to the challenges that arise from those who take the time to nurture college students, because such members so often must be shared with the Kingdom at large rather than staying in the lands of their birth. Their focus then turns to her as They speak to the service of leadership given to the group on campus- a mantle of responsibility that she parted ways with a year before and still misses, and to the service of hospitality that she's given through sewing days and mad nights of sewing against the clock for an event the next day so that others might share the dream.  There is a pause before the herald begins to read, her broad smile proclaiming that she meant exactly what she said in an earlier conversation with the parting words, "See you soon."

It is her Award of Arms, and even with her newly registered name spelled out in beautiful calligraphy, she scarce can believe it's hers. It's a day that she's thought about once or twice, but never for much more than a few moments at most. She likes her quiet place in the shadows, being useful and serving within the Dream. The shy Christiana Galyard's gone now, and in her place, Lady Christiana Galyard rises to her duties. The dance and dream must be shared, after all, and when the nearest group is at least an hour's travel away, there's plenty of people with which to begin.
  • Mood: Dumbfounded
  • Listening to: SCA bards
  • Playing: in history

Journal History

My last journal was apparently back in May... I'm bit out of sorts again, but here's my best attempt at playing catch up.

Summer:
  • Moved back home for a job with solid hours and better pay that somehow managed to beat out three jobs combined. 
  • Mostly got my feet back under me in terms of finishing off my degree and prepared to transfer schools
  • Family reunion, in which there was a bit of writing (Muse had been scared off for months), a bit of calligraphy and quite a bit of henna
  • Prepared to move back to school

Fall:
  • School started up (8 classes, 18 credits... the usual), and I'm now three hours from home instead of an hour and a half, and just over two hours from my home SCA group.
  • Definitely start to find myself again in terms of school and self-confidence.
  • A friend's funeral, and the journey that that entailed.
  • History Fest with my home SCA group, which was an awesome if really chilly camping event.

Winter:
  • Twelfth Night event back at home, got to see some of my SCA family again
  • Christmas fun with family and friends
  • Birthday week.... all sorts of fun- potluck supper with friends, skype call home, massive homework piling in preparation for Lupercalia this past weekend.
  • Lupercalia! On that same note, my SCA name's almost entirely registered, and my device is well on it's way to being approved (it was returned for simple redraw but passed all conflict checks).
  • The rest of Lupercalia is better described in narrative, because there's only so many ways of saying that it was entirely fantastic.

She slips through the throngs of milling people, quietly excusing herself as necessary while carrying an empty water cooler to refill in one moment, and a message to be passed on in the next. It's a familiar dance she's in; she's danced it since her first day in the dream-turned-game that is the SCA. Her errands keep her busy as she runs this there, finds that here, and begs a boon on behalf of another. She's fully immersed in all that happens, and hardly draws an eye, just as she prefers. She sees all, hears much and saves it all for rainy days to come.

Court begins, and with her shift at soda selling complete, she slips into the back rows that are more like uneven waves, snagging a chair with the rest of the shire. It's a welcome reprieve to sit for a moment as, with pride, she watches shire member after shire member be called into Court in recognition for their time and service. She's honored to be able to be part of such a group of folks, and glad to be at their sides once again after months of long separation. What she doesn't expect is the cold wave of surprise that follows the sound of her own name.

For the first time in the four years she's danced her quiet dance, she's been singled out. The aisle is suddenly much longer than before, her footsteps suddenly loud in the waiting hush. Their Majesties speak to the challenges that arise from those who take the time to nurture college students, because such members so often must be shared with the Kingdom at large rather than staying in the lands of their birth. Their focus then turns to her as They speak to the service of leadership given to the group on campus- a mantle of responsibility that she parted ways with a year before and still misses, and to the service of hospitality that she's given through sewing days and mad nights of sewing against the clock for an event the next day so that others might share the dream.  There is a pause before the herald begins to read, her broad smile proclaiming that she meant exactly what she said in an earlier conversation with the parting words, "See you soon."

It is her Award of Arms, and even with her newly registered name spelled out in beautiful calligraphy, she scarce can believe it's hers. It's a day that she's thought about once or twice, but never for much more than a few moments at most. She likes her quiet place in the shadows, being useful and serving within the Dream. The shy Christiana Galyard's gone now, and in her place, Lady Christiana Galyard rises to her duties. The dance and dream must be shared, after all, and when the nearest group is at least an hour's travel away, there's plenty of people with which to begin.
  • Mood: Dumbfounded
  • Listening to: SCA bards
  • Playing: in history

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openmeadow
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Mmm, shame I vanished from deviantART for so long. You must have terribly missed me. D=

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