Welcome to Gaia! ::

Nomee:



I am a child of the moon. A fun-loving, free-spirited Trekkie. I hope to create a place of ease and pleasant thoughts. However, I know, life is not always shade and sweet water. So feel free to rant here.
I have been in the world of Gaia since August 2004 and although I've tried and failed many times to create an interesting thread or quest, I accept that I'm just not creative enough, or artiscally gifted enough to come close to excellence.
So here, I will share my wishes, my dreams, my hopes, etc. I encourage you to do the same.
This place is a haven not a dumping ground for foulness, please remember that wink

I would love to get to know each one of you. I hope you will take a moment to get to know me.

My RP Character:

(Character in development::: )

Name - Vanaheo'o, Vanahe
Companion - searching
Race/Lineage - Wiccan; Hereditary
Education - Student
Sex - Female
Height - 5' 5"
Eyes- Hazel
Hair - Shoulder length
Complexion - Medium
Guild - Scribe(in training)

She is a kind-hearted dreamer with an innocent appearance. Her heritage dictates that she should follow the path of her great-gransire as the Tribal Shaman. Her imagination and curious nature inspire her to travel and learn. Thus, she finds herself at a Gorean doorstep. A willing and inquisitive pupil, she is accepted as a Scribe.
She remains docile and meek until riled or stepped on, causing her blood-line to boil to the surface with razor-sharp intensity.

Special thanks:
S'qarr and Mahayr for inviting me to this wonderous world.
Thank you Mahayr: heart for extending a friendship I will always treasure. heart

redface My birthday is July 7th heart

This was me before FoJ

And this is me now.....

Well isn't this nice! To think I am such a neglecting Guild person! Now that I have come back and been reminded, I will hope to stay current, foolish me!

I will answer some of your posts as I can, of course!

How lovely to have you here.

You're very welcome. I will still be answering more of these, but I have Sqarr's attention at the moment and we are working on the Foundation Threads at last!

Untitled (so far sweatdrop )

Kneeling at the fireplace. Moving grating out of the way, retrieving a broom and pan and sweeping up ashes and debris with thoroughness. Checking the fleu (sp?) and coughing as soot lands on face. Reaching into copious pocket and pulling out tinder, setting it down within reach. Standing and hefting a couple of reasonably sized logs. Sets logs in the fireplace arranging them with care. Rekneeling and picking up fire starter items. Working silently trying to build a cheery fire. Finally igniting the logs. Flames crackling and popping. Warmth wafting gently. Replacing grate and walking to an area to clean self up. Returning freshly scrubbed and changed. Stretching out a short distance away from the fire and drifting into dreams.

Kneeling to sniff a fragrant blossom of honeysuckle, a distant thrumming causes her to lift her head and listen. In the distance, but getting closer, quickly, are the sounds of galloping horses. With a thunderous crash several wild horses shatter the silence of the scene. Huge roans are seen running full tilt toward the young woman, who with a startled yelp, grasps her skirts and runs diagonally to narrowly avoid being trampled. The horses pass by, barely missing her as she stumbles and ends up in a breathless heap. Her face flushing a deep red and chest heaving with effort, she cries out as the wind is knocked from her lungs. For a moment she is weightless, her legs flailing wildly. In an instant she finds herself thrown face down across what she can only hope is some sort of saddle. Moments before her vision grays, she hears a gruff voice. To her ears, the voice sounds strange, but male. Unfortunately, she blacks out completely before she can attempt to decipher what she heard.