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1. [DL-N]Fumbling for Words
From: "Edward Murray" <elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [Changeling-WW] Dance
From: "Rob" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2004 21:04:16 -0800
From: "Edward Murray" <elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N]Fumbling for Words
Day 5 Evening
[Snip]
"Then Jale, how *do* you think of me?" she asked. Jale's face was in
shadow,
and Freya suddenly realized how fast her heart was beating, and how
much she
needed to know the answer of that question.
[End Snip]
The question hit Jale and though he wanted to say something nothing
came to
his lips. What could he say, he cared very deeply for Freya, but he
knew
that if she really knew all his deep secrets she would run away and
not only
would he be out a good friend but an assistant as well.
**What are you an idiot** Pearl asked.
*Well sometimes. Hey stop that* Jale answered in frustration.
**Well tell her you love her and that you can't wait until. When do
you
humans mate?**
*None of your business and I can't tell her that I don't even know for
sure
my feelings as of yet. But even if it was true, even for a minute, it
would
just come out all wrong*
**Well say something instead of just standing there as though you're
in
shock**
Jale looked down into those doe like eyes of Freya and tried
desperately to
pull his thoughts into one coherent pattern. Yet, being near her was
unlike
anything he could explain any way but decided to give her some
explanation.
"You are my friend Freya," he started. She nodded her head and looked
away.
"Yet you are something more. When you come to visit or help out in the
med
center it is a great comfort to me. Its like if I ever had a home that
feeling of belonging."
Freya had not turned back to look at him and Jale worried that he had
not
said enough. Taking her hand, "I guess you could say I don't see you
as a
searchling because you are ready found. If you can find it in your
heart to
forgive this worn out healer for his lack of colorful words and let
him walk
you home it would be most kind of you."
[Tag Carina]
Submitted by
Edward Murray
AKA Jale rider of Pearl
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Message: 2
Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2004 00:43:17 -0800
From: "Rob" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Changeling-WW] Dance
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
- "Dance Me to the End of Love" Leonard Cohen
<excised from previous posts>
A huge clawed paw came cra****ng down around Miv, trapping her in a
cage of
dragon claw. The wyrm swung it's gaze to Kenisha. "You will entertain
me."
Then it sung to Calyn. "You will go help the huntress find my meal."
With orders given the wyrm settled down, staring at Kenisha.
"Hey! Lemme go!" yelled Miv, beating at the wyrm's huge scaly fist and
attempting to squirm free, but to no avail. Scrunching up her eyes in
concentration, she tried to change into her cat form, but despite her
earlier success in 'changing while watched', her body stayed
persistently
humanoid.
"Getcha big scaly paw off me!" Miv squealed at the dragon, earning a
glare,
while her captor tightened his grip even more, causing Miv to gasp in
pain.
"Quiet, my clamorous little snack, I was trying to listen to our
entertainment." the creature glanced meaningfully at Kenisha.
Defeated, Miv stopped her wriggling. Peering out from her cage of
claws, she
called out, plaintively, "Hey, Calyn, don't be too long fetching
dinner,
will you?"
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"I... I..." Kenisha blinked, clearing her head as Miv's piteous plea
shook
her.
Dragon. Wyrm. A creature as much fairie and glamour as it was
elemental
strength and stark power made flesh. Such things existed, but even to
the
seelie and unseelie courts encounters with the great ones were the
stuff of
legend. In her life Kenisha had been to shamed to speak, to
overwrought
with emotion to put her pain into words and even too happy to give
coherent
conversation much a chance. But she had never before been struck dumb
with
awe. Awe seasoned quite heavily with fear.
Not that Kenisha had never seen a dragon before. Draconic forms were
common
in the world of the unseen, created when human dreams matched with
badly
made movies within glamour. Nightmarish forms of considerable power
could
be birthed in the fairie realms, and the need for Sidhe nobility to
vanquish
them kept questing knighthood in business.
Despite her flippant discussion with Sari at the edge of the icy
spring less
than an hour before, Kenisha did not take even glamour born dragons
lightly.
Now faced with one of the elder warms, she had for a moment, quite
simply
froze. Miv's plight and poignant position brought everything back
into
sharp focus.
Play or die. Kenisha was quite certain she continued to breathe
solely upon
the sufferance and good will of the wyrm. Her knees trembled at the
sight
of the monstrous beast, her heart pounded in fear, but it also flushed
with
a thrill. Adventure.
No, not just that, it was ADVENTURE!
She let herself breathe. Softly. Slowly. Deeply. Inhaling the
essence of
the moment, gathering the glamour of this occasion. The Wyrm was an
elder
thing, it was unlikely that there were any stories it had not heard,
impossible to think there were no songs that would be new to it's
ears. Boy
meets girl, boy loses girl. Hero defeats villain, man does evil to
mankind.
In reality there were a limited number of topics any song or story
could
have, and everything else was just a variation on a previously used
theme.
Kenisha would just have to make this the absolutely best dance that
she had
given in her life to date. It would be the best one in her life, or
it
would be the last one of her life.
Kenisha smiled.
The dance began simple. A slow, almost luxurious stretching as
Kenisha shed
her cloak. Snowflakes swirled up from the ground, caught in the
rising
glamour they drifted, sparkling motes up in sinuous orbit about her
body.
Sari began to accompany Kenisha, providing a musical theme to her
dance, as
the bangles and bracelets on Kenisha's body chimed.
The music was a question as Kenisha's dance brought her in a slowly
winding
arc, as if she were lost. Then as her feet brought her before the
dragon,
Kenisha's slowly revolving dance brought her face to face with the
wyrm and
her eyes opened. Sari's song reached a sudden crescendo as Kenisha
danced
the expression of fear that had thrilled her body just moments before.
The
icicles on the trees snapped off, sharp counterpoints ringing out with
Sari's song.
Gathered in glamour, the shards of ice became her percussion, ringing
out
the beat as Kenisha swirled faster, leaping and laughing as she danced
what
was in her heart. She was heat, she was awe, she was wonder she was
adventure. Kenisha let herself become possessed by the sensation of
this
moment in time, this adventure, this heart pounding
terror-and-wonder-epiphany of experience. Time passed without her
knowledge, the performance might have been just a moment, a single
pirouette
in a heartbeat of time; or it might have been hours that Kenisha
danced for
the dragon. She was senseless, as much an instrument of the moment as
she
was the performer.
She only knew that it was over and she was on one knee before the
dragon,
bowing her head to the ground with her arms cast behind her like
wings. Her
breath came in shuddering gasps, pluming in the frigid air like a
steam
engine. Her arms and legs trembled, every muscle shuddered; but not
with
fear. It was with exhilaration and exhaustion. Snow fell about her,
released from the glamour dance. Sweat dripped from her brow and made
her
clothing stick to her body.
Bereft of the sup****t of her performing, Kenisha suddenly overbalanced
and
barely caught herself, palms skidding on the ice but not falling on
her face
in the snow before the wyrm. She remained there, on one knee and
leaning on
her outstretched arms, panting for breath and ****vering as the cold
reasserted itself. Sari lay draped across Kenisha's shoulders limp
and
spent as well, unable to ward off the cold for her friend and partner.
Not daring to look up at the dragon, she looked through the bedraggled
hair
that hung down obscuring her features and glanced at Miv, hoping that
if
Tsocolanth were displeased with the performance and decided to eat
Kenisha,
that he would not force the young pooka to watch.
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