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This journal is for Island and Ceil. Please don't post unless Island gives you permission!

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Ceil
Type: nightmare
Emotional food: sorrow
Hatched: 9/1/04

Ceil is not for sale! The dream thread is here.
Posting

Please, if you would like to post in this journal and you are not featured on the list below, please PM me beforehand.
-Those from the Dream Realm
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About Ceil

Name: Ceil
Hatching Date: 9.1.04
Age: Adult
Food: Sorrow
Personality: Abrasive, sarcastic, quiet, oddly thoughtful at times

Scrapbook

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Snapshots

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Ceil's hatching.

Possessions

User Image It's only my hair bauble, but Ceil seems to have taken a distinct liking to it, so I let him keep it.
User Image A Maneki Neko statue for good luck.
User Image A jar of coloured marbles Ceil enjoys playing with. He nudges them around with his wings; it's quite cute!
User Image He got into this jar of honey once-- what a mess!
User Image Odd a toy as it is, Ceil loves his green octopus plush.
User Image A takeout box. I'm not sure why we kept it...
User ImageUser Image Our little bonzai tree, along with some liquid plant food-- one of Ceils favorite pastimes is watching it (seems rather dull, doesn't it?).
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Fan Collection

Ceil and I collect paper fans. He seems to like them quite a bit.
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9.2.04
I got Ceil not too long ago. He was a gift of sorts, I suppose. His egg seemed so light-- impossibly light-- and so fragile. For two days I wrapped him in a soft wool blanket and prayed he would not break.

Just yesterday, I think it was, he hatched. Oh, he's beautiful. It happened in such a sudden burst of light that even through the blanket, I was blinded. And then there he was- still a bit stuck in the softness of his eggshell, black as the night with vines of green and his tiny wings curled around him.
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He was very still for about an hour, moving only slightly. I was worried, so I picked him up-- he seemed bothered, and shrieked softly. It sounded sort of like the chirp of a young bird, but with a deeper pitch. I think he's getting used to me now; he's much more active. Clumsy, though-- he can't walk very well yet.

Well, I've got to go-- I'm taking Ceil outside for the first time today. I do hope he enjoys it..
9.3.04
Today was rather uneventful.. though Ceil got his first whiff of the autumn air. It was a bit chilly, so I wrapped him up in his old blanket-- he didn't seem to mind at first, but after a few minutes, he got restless. He hopped up onto the palm of my hand, teetering slightly as he looked around. My home is small, quiet, and nothing like this other world, with it's brightness and colour and sights and smells. He almost fell from my hands a few times-- luckily enough, I caught him.
"You're fragile, dear; you're only very young. You have to be careful," I told him lightly; not quite a reprimand, but a concern. He replied with a few awkward shrieks, and a coo here and there, but for the most part, he was quiet.
Such a tiny little thing with such a tiny little voice. You'd think, as a child, he'd be more vocal, or more playful-- but he is, at best, observant.
I can't help but worry about him.
9.4.04
We went shopping today, Ceil and I. It was a lovely day, and I had heard there were some great shops we should pass by earlier. Asyesterday, Ceil was quiet, but he seemed quite interested in the bustle of the minishops block. I told him he came from a block not too far from here, but he didn't seem to care. He was too busy watching the frazzled shopkeepers trying to meet their customer's demands.

We only got to go to two shops today, because it started drizzling; I didn't want to take any chances. We did get quite a few things, though; a small bonzai tree with plant food:
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And two lovely miniature koi, to take back home:
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Well, now I've got to be going-- I have to get the aquarium set up. Ceil seems quite attached to the little tree... so cute. heart
The oddest thing... I was dreaming, I must've been dreaming. Ceil, it was about Ceil-- I felt so sad, I just felt so sad, and then-- and then he came, and he was larger, and, and... it was gone. The feeling, any feeling, was gone... my back, my spine-- it felt broken, my body was numb, and he just stood, getting larger and larger and then-- then I woke up.

A slender, pointed body.. black, with graceful marks that glowed like little fireflies lined up, little green fireflies, and two eyes like gems. The word WAKE flashed in my head like a neon sign, followed by GROW, GROW, GROW, flickering, a lightbulb that was burning out.

It was Ceil... he had grown while I was asleep. He must've. He was larger, taller, and beautiful-- he spread his wings out, as if he had heard my thought and wanted to further demonstrate his newfound prettiness. He was vain, alright, but he was mine, my little nightmare. I sat up and crawled over to the desk he stood on, cupping my hands around him, stroking his head lightly. He nuzzled my thumb, and the word MAMA sifted into my brain, slower and softer than the first two.

My beautiful Ceil.
Such happenings since my last writing. Terribly sorry, but I've been so busy... finding more and more Nzige every day, and work, and issues with other Gaians.. it's just a mess. But it's lovely to come home to such a loving little nightmare-- an adult now, if you can believe that. But, on the former point, I must admit I was being a bit sarcastic. Ceil... He's a good help around the house, but I must say, he's quite a bit bitter, and not very friendly. But my little nightmare shows his affection in subtle ways, I know. He just isn't the type for grand displays, you understand? The silent kind, so to speak. But a lovely little boy, and I do adore him.
[the writing on this page of the journal is scribbled and barely legible]
it ben... it been big time
that ceil mother has rite in ths... book
she teachenn.. teaching ceil how to talk her talk now and rite it
ceil head get beter but ceil make talktalk much no good
ceil no abil make talktalk muth open but muth.. mouth no talktalk make
my rite is not much good she say ceil make better later
need praktis she say rite in book she say she not rite in big time and she say i coud.. could rite... f... for her
it hard rite more f.. for ceil no hand have make foot rite but hard make to ...stan... stand
later ceil make rite much now ceil sleep


[at the very bottom is a neater cursive scrawl, though no more legible]
Sweet dreams, dearest.
October 1st, 2004

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