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 Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 6:35 pm
Oriana stared down at the pages of her new diary, the sheen of the gloss reflecting off the dim light. Beneath her, the hum of an engine groaned and screamed, displaying it's annoyance in turn. She turned her head side to side, her hair slapping her lightly in the face as she stared at the people. Elf didn't look too hot, her light skin nearly translucent in the light, those pale blues eyes hidden beneath veined lids and midnight black hair. Oriana looked down at her own tan and sighed deeply. Oh what the year had transpired.
Time in Europe, tanning in Spain, all while Elf went through perhaps the most tumultuous time in her life. She had learned some Spanish, she had learned to be more than the toddler she was and with her animal friends, she was learning to take care of her tortured mother.
To her other side, Oriana's sister Esperanza sighed and touched her sleeve, signaling to her that it was time to stop caressing her thoughts and instead to create something tangible, to write them down. Too much had transpired for her to think through it all, for her to comprehend it all, but she was a new person- that she new. So new she was that it was hard to breathe. Life had become something new, some new adventure, some new adventure and she couldn't wait to get to the mountain home, to the animals she had inadvertently neglected and to her future.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 2:13 pm
 12.23.07
Taday Today, I sat beneth beneath the appul apple tree and watched the anamals animals move. I culdcould see the rabbits, the bun buns and the deer. I hate this snow, it has killed all the plants- where is the greenery?
Spain told me to try and love everything.
Esperanza sits with me right now. From her, lite light seems to be created...the anamals animals don't like it much, but it is calming. It is very calming.
There is so much more to this page than I feel I can rite right write about.
It is so glossy and clean- so much like the snow around me.
Espe is telling me that my spelling is getting much better. Every few seconds she will correct my spelling. I don't like having to scratch out words, it is not clean enuff enough but it is the only way I will lurn learn.
Some days, it feels like the world is diffurent different. What I learned is hitting me hard. So many things I used to believe, I have now learned are false at best. An entire year with tutors, holed up in touwers towers and looking longingley longingly at the beech beach, have given me something.
Oh, Elf is calling. There are strange men coming up the walk, suits black like midnight. This cannot be good. Espe is grabbing my hand, making me muve fastr than I ever thught I could. She isn't even going to currect my spelling. Goodbye diary.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 1:21 pm
1.1.08
New year.
We had this celebration- this thing called x-mas, at Elf's house. Sisters and brothers came over. Creatures she calls 'koshis' came too. Everyone came from the house near the beach, to the house in the mountains.
Animals seemed to gather around outside, gathering around our family. Elf is doing much better, and the strange people have stopped coming and nocking knocking at our door.
It was a good celebration. I enjoyed myself. Elf put up a tree, and it glittered and glowed. A brother of mine, Cyrus, is magic with plants. The tree lived through him for days. I wish I was magic.
Elf does not really talk to me about me anymore. By saying this I mean she doesn't talk of who I am- what I am. It is as if this thing I am -this being called Sin- is non-existent.
She talks of Koshis and Chunsa...why not of Sin? What is going through her head.
Some day...I suppose, some day I will know.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:40 am
1.5.08
Watching the snowfall is nothing but pleasure for me. If you stare really hard, out the foggy window, you can just see the outlines of the deer and the rabbits, of the people wandering and of the trees swaying in the wind. Cyrus is here, the only family left from the Christmas escapade. Both Cyrus and Espe seem to watch nothing but Elf, wondering at her. How I wish they would wonder at me. I twist my little arms in their faces, I holler in the wind and amble outside in nothing but a bathing suit- yet they do not notice. When will this end?
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 12:10 pm
Nemo looked over into Oriana's room, the dark veil of night clouding her features. She shivered and gripped her cloak tighter, wondering at how she had ignored this little child. Behind her, Espe rose and glided through the night- the ghostly illusion of a child masking the eerie glow.
"Espe...will this take long?" Nemo asked, she didn't want to leave the child alone. Though Cyrus was in the room next, she did not trust the burly teenager to protect her darling girl; the girl she had neglected so much.
Espe shook her head as she began out the door. She had to show Nemo something.
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Nemo stared at the diary blankly in her hands, the snow that crunched beneath her feet was something of a distraction and she had difficulty putting it from her mind. Oh what she had done. To stare at that writing, to look at the effort that had been put into every word and know that you had nearly nothing to do with it was heartbreaking. If only Nemo's small war hadn't ventured into their house so early in her life...or during her life at all.
Dawn started to creep over the wood and the animals began to awaken. Espe took the diary from Nemo's hand and deftly put it back in it's hollow, back with it's avian carrier and they headed back to the house.
Oriana still slept.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 6:41 pm
Oriana Oriana! It's time for you to go on an outing. You need to go with someone of your family to see a local musical. It can be any musical you'd like, and you must write a diary entry on it. Comment on the costumes, the songs, whether you liked it or not, and anything else that you can think about.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 7:05 pm
1.13.08
Today, Elf came out of her cave.
It was a strange happenings.. she woke up, she looked at me and then she said to me- we are going out.
For some reason, Elf decided that she wanted to (of all things) go to a play.
It, this play, is called The Phantom of the Opera.
Elf told me it is her favorite movie, her favorite play and that she wanted me to see it. So that is where we went.
It was beautiful. I couldn't even believe it.
Simply, the play started. It was set in Paris, in the late 1800's. The dancers flitted across the stage, playing the part of the hummingbird as they moved. But the stars of the show were Christine Daea and the Phantom.
Christine came out, swathed in beautiful robes. She was a dancer of the highest form and the way she moved was blissful. Her voice...oh, her voice. Such a voice could be heard only in the greatest opera theaters.
The Phantom...oh he was the perfect yin to her yang (or vice versa). In contrast to Christine's clothing, his was perfectly suited for the ill-fated antagonist.
The costumes were hauntingly beautiful. The woman were bathed in regal reds and clean, shimmery whites or colors colorful like candy.
For most of the play, it was like a play within a play. There would be the Operas that Christine would sing in (or the other singer, her name escapes me), and the music for each had it's own distinct ring.
"The Point of No Return" was probably my favorite song. Though it was one of the last songs in the play, it was probably one of the most well crafted. As Christine and the Phantom walked up those twisting stairwells, lust in his eyes and deceit/fear in hers...it was beautiful.
I think I am still in awe over the beauty of the play. The set was amazing...there were bedrooms and towers, underground labyrinths and evil lairs.
It was strange, this bonding with Elf. The lean stranger I had so often been bound because of suddenly burst into full bloom in front of me. Alive and kicking, she is so vibrant right now. I wonder if the musical brought her senses alive, as it seemed to do mine.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 6:25 pm
Oriana sat in front of the fireplace, her hands poised in perfect warming position. Elf sat behind her, her new obsession of knitting occupying her attention. Outside, Ria could see the snow falling, making lazy patterns as it slowly wound it's way to the Earth's surface.
It angered Ria slightly, that Elf, who only a day ago had seemed so interested in her, was now so distant and as she stood there, warming her cold hands, she felt that anger rise.
Looking at the knitting, at the horrible dark blue, Ria couldn't help but feel that the fabric would be so much better if it matched her mood- her mood of red.
It was almost an immediate affect- Ria looked at the fabric, she narrowed her eyes and most suddenly before her there was now gleaming red fabric.
Elf looked up in awe, her senses on high alert and suddenly Ria had what she wanted- attention.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 8:42 pm
1.20.08
I am not sure what it means that I can change fabrics.
Elf has been annoying me all week. Her attention is constant and fixed upon me now, as if she is suddenly seeing me as something worthy of her attention. It's child ex-plot-ation exploitation, this want of hers.
I have changed much of the fabric in the house. There are designs, patterns, anything that Elf could think of for her new interior designing binge.
She has even banned me from putting the colors of black and white together!!!!
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