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1. Jaden's Post
2. Contents
3. About Medea
4. Family
5. Pets
6. Friends
7. Possessions
8. Events
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"Captain" Tybalt is a genuine pirate; ironic due to his parroty form. Supremely confident, he follows no rules but his own. He's prone to fits of anger, and can be very cruel both physically and verbally.




Caduceus has got a cynical streak almost as wide as Inle's, and tends to be somewhat manipulative. Deep down, he's got a good heart. He often helps Inle take care of the younger members of the household. Deuce, as he is nicknamed, is rarely seen without his staff and lantern.



Calumet is an oddball even among his own family. He is mute, though whether that is by choice or design has yet to be seen. The myriad of illusionary lights he is capable of producing more than makes up for his lack of speech, however. Calumet loves nothing more than cartoons, candy, and anything colorful.



Conti is a Hayeta, a creature made of ashes, magic, and in her case, a beetle shell. She's a motherly type who tries to look out for everyone in the household, although at just under 6" it's pretty hard. She'll be the first one to offer a shoulder to cry on, but she also won't hesitate to lecture and scold where it's needed.



Ciaran is a curious toddler. He's aloof and distant, and one can never be sure what he's thinking. He uses his babyish charm to manipulate others into doing his bidding and to get his way.




Pavel is a Kuatalmot, the embodiment of a certain emotion; in Pavel's case, it's Paranoia. He is afraid of just about everything, and will often blow things out of proportion if there's even a hint that it might be dangerous. He's very curious, although whether it's genuine curiosity or a spaz attack waiting to happen is a different story.



Ephenrix is an Inspirati, the embodiment of sin--in this case, apathy. He is slowly learning to feel, although he's still quite subdued. Though he tops out at nearly 8', he's as tame as the cat he appears to be.

4/18/05 - Narrative

The last chilly breaths of winter had given way to the fresh air of spring, true spring; it was neither too hot nor too cold, and the sun was shining on the freshly-blooming foliage. All in all, it was too good of a day to waste on staying inside, so Inle had taken Ciaran and Tybalt to a local park. Although she herself was no fan of fresh air and sunshine, there was no reason to deprive her children of such necessary things, which is why she was sitting on a park bench beneath the shade of a tree while the young children played. Although Inle knew her children would safe--she could, in fact, see them move from the corner of her eye--she would occasionally look up to watch them, enjoying the way they seemed content to play together. It was a relief, to her, to see them getting along so well. With a content smile, she went back to her book.

When she next looked up, she found the pair firmly encamped in a large sandbox, Ciaran setting up mounds of sand while Tybalt dug through it, looking for treasure like the pirate that he was. Normally, this was not a scene that would invoke concern within Inle; what made her worry was the person--was that a person? A person with hooves and horns?--sitting on the edge of the sandbox. The person--who looked to be male, if it was indeed a person--appeared to be talking to the two young children, and occassionally he would laugh animatedly at something they said. Inle watched them for awhile, her maternal instincts not yet kicking in; the scene looked innocent enough. Her worry abated completely as Tybalt looked up and waved her over. With an indulgent grin, she bookmarked her page and walked towards the trio.

"Mama, th' man says there's treasure inna sandbox," Tybalt explained, his plumage covered with sand both wet and dry.

"I don't believe him," Ciaran piped up, looking up from his tiny sand dunes to smile serenely up at her. "And you're not supposed to talk to strangers."

Tybalt pulled a face at his brother, causing Inle to laugh as she crouched down at the box's edge. "That's very true, Ciaran."

"Well, then, let me be a stranger no longer. My name is Jaden." The satyr--now that Inle was closer, she could tell that Jaden was, indeed, a satyr--extended his hand, and Inle cautiously shook it with her own.

"I'm Inle, and these are my kids, so to speak, Ciaran and Tybalt," she replied.

The satyr looked as if he was about to say something more when Tybalt interrupted him. "There IS treasure, Mama, is just buried! Come dig!" Inle didn't mind the pseudo-command, and indulged the pirate once more, moving into the sandbox and sitting beside him. This put her back to Jaden, and she began to dig, tuning them all out as the boys resumed whatever conversation they had begun before her arrival.

Moments passed, and the conversation seemed to die down a bit. Inle had already scooped a fair amount of sand out of the way when the satyr addressed her once more. "You will find treasure where you least expect it, you know...if only you'd like to find it."

Inle turned, intending to question Jaden's cryptic remark, only to find him gone, no trace of his presence remaining...save a business card. As she twisted to reach for it, her fingers sifted through the sand and caught on something. Distracted for a moment, she instinctively grasped it, pulling it out of the sand. It was hard to tell what it was under all the grit, and at first it looked like an old, rusted spring. A brow quirked, however, as what it was became more and more apparent.



"Well," she said softly, mostly to herself, "I'll be damned."

Tybalt stared at the serpentine-like bracelet for a moment, in awe that his mother actually found treasure buried within the sand, before redoubling his efforts, sand flying behind him. Ciaran stared as well, but his gaze was a bit more dubious; he wasn't treasure-hungry like his brother, and was able to think a bit more clearly about the whole situation. Eventually, however, he too went back to playing in the sand. As the boys played, Inle pondered not only the bracelet, but the strange satyr who had somehow known it was there.

Eventually, the sun began to dip, its dying light kissing the horizon. It was time to leave, and the boys stood and left the sandbox reluctantly. Inle rose to follow them, bracelet in hand, and noticed the still-untouched card out of the corner of her eye. She picked it up and studied it--there wasn't much to look at, as it held but one word: "Changelings." She felt as though the word should mean something, but couldn't place it, and with a shrug, she stuffed it in her pocket and the three of them began the walk home. Inle didn't notice Tybalt casting longing glances at the bracelet.

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It was hours later, and Inle was asleep. The bracelet had been washed free of sand and was sitting on her dresser. It wasn't something she was likely to wear, but it was pretty nonetheless. That and its mysterious appearance prompted her to keep it. Tybalt, who had snuck out of bed and into Inle's room, was glad she had.

He tiptoed as quietly as he could towards the object he sought, and with his clawed feet, it took quite a bit of effort. Finally, the bracelet was within his grasp. He merely stared at it for a moment, taking the time to admire the way it seemed to glow in the moonlight streaming through the window, the way the eyes seemed filled with life. After making sure Inle was still asleep, he snatched it and made his way out of her room, down the stairs, and outside. He had taken to keeping his treasure in the open space of a tree where the dirt was dug up around the roots, and he didn't hesitate to add this shiny to his ever-growing collection. With a satisfied smile, he made his way back into the house and into bed, happy with his newly stolen treasure.

4/19/05 - Narrative

"TYBALT!" Inle's voice could be heard throughout the house. It was no secret, by now, that she was looking for the theiving little pirate, and had been since she had awoken to find the bracelet gone. She knew that the Tall Tale had something to do with its disappearance; it wasn't a mother's instinct, merely common sense.

Inle was not the only one who had common sense. Tybalt had escaped the easily-searchable confines of the house the first time he heard Inle call for him, but not after snagging some food, which he put in a pillowcase. He knew that his mother would be looking for him for quite awhile, and he'd be damned if he entered that house again for anything at all.

Tybalt made a beeline for his treasure tree, thinking it the best place to hide; the branches had filled with leaves in the weeks since true spring began, and would provide excellent cover. An instinctive check of his trove showed nothing out of place, although the bracelet wasn't exactly where he had left it...and what were those tracks? The pirate knelt in the grass for a moment, looking at them intently; he was no tracker, and had no idea what had made them, but whatever it was looked to be big. Before he had time to speculate further, he heard Inle's voice once more, and caught a flash of her form as she ran past a large window that overlooked the yard. Deciding that escaping with his life, or at least with all of his feathers intact, was more important than anything else, he quickly scrambled up the tree. His strong, taloned feet made for an easy climb, in spite of the cumbersome, food-filled pillowcase.

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Day turned into night, and Inle found herself exhausted. As the hours passed, Inle's search had turned from the bracelet to her still-missing son; the bracelet she could do without, Tybalt would prove much harder to replace. The frazzled woman had searched every nook and cranny in the building and found neither. She hadn't counted on Tybalt going outside, as the pirate usually took delight in finding new hiding places within the house itself. Eventually, however, she admitted to herself that he had to be outside. There wasn't anywhere else he could be, right?

The lack of light made Inle's search all the more difficult. Although the backyard was large--the house sat alone, surrounded by acres of not a whole lot--there were very few trees. Few trees meant fewer hiding places for Tybalt, and Inle finally happened upon the treasure tree. The opening was not visible to Inle from the direction she was approaching in, so she didn't see the gap in the earth, or more importantly what the gap contained. What she did see, however, as she looked up into the leafy boughs, was Tybalt, who was asleep sprawled across a pair of sturdy branches. The sack of food sat in the crook of a branch near him, and looked to be nearly empty.

Inle smiled and sighed in relief. The purpose for her search was all but forgotten; her son was safe, and that was all that mattered. She considered waking the pirate for a moment before dismissing the thought. He looked so cute up there, and his escape might prove to be good for his already stellar self-confidence.

Inle couldn't climb the tree to get him, in any case, and she highly doubted that, if woken, Tybalt would come down of his own volition with the knowledge of Inle's anger at him still in his mind. And although he was alone and helpless in the tree, he would be well-protected--the family pets that roamed outside at night would ensure that. With an indulgent smile and a quickly blown kiss, Inle turned and headed back for the house, her mind at ease for the first time that day.