Imperfectly Period

While preparing to teach Wordsmithing and the Bob Ross Approach to Scribal (aka Anybody Can Freaking Scribe!) I was digging through my photos and came across some of my earliest work and wow does my calligraphy climb uphill!  Pretty sure the smudging happened after I turned it in, or at least that's the story I'm sticking to!  Still, I'm proud of the art.      

  Recently our barony opened up a service route for courtiers.  Since I was already a Scholar, the A&S track, I threw my hat in with the first two applicants to support them and give feedback on the process from someone who's already been through one path and from the side of the applicants.  Basically I'm there to poke holes in things and report on what breaks, but not destructively. I got an advent calendar of inks that are shimmery, colourful, colour-changing, etc. so I used one for my letter of intent since I don't really care about historical accuracy on this since it's not an award.  Doesn't mean that I didn't pull out all the epistolary stops including salutation, securing of good will + proverb, narration, petition, and conclusion with all the requisite butt kissing.  I also gave him rhubarb curd that I'd frozen from my last batch since the baron had said he'd love some for Yule. The merovingian hand was a little bit of revenge for springing ...

No pretty pictures, just lots of words that I've written for various charters over the past year or so, but mostly within the past several months. When we see artistic display Hearts lift with joy against the day By one without comparison Thus _______ We do summon Having heard good by your hands Give beauty to Tir Righ, Our Lands. Your skills and talent inspire, So to recognize them we desire. Princess Athelina and Prince Kheron Noble, fair, undoubtable sovereign, The Etoile d’Argent wish to bestow, Upon you this _________ Anno Societatis LIX. Now go forth and continue to shine. -An Arts & Sciences wording based on a translation from the Occitan of the Provençal poem Can vei la lauzeta mover by the 12th century troubadour Bernart de Ventadorn   O nightingale, fly beneath the clouds and warble of [NAME] who weaves together the glories of our Principality Tir Righ, from the shores to the mountains. The Prince and Princess of the Storm Thrones, Magnus and Sina, sing out...