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 Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 7:01 pm
Ellandra sighed softly as she made herself comfortable on the bed and rubbed at her still-sore feet a bit. Faolan had left for work, taking Ziazan with him this time, and she was alone in the vardo with Rags. . . and the deceptively still spark nestled in its box, though the lid was open and she could see wisps of misty blue Essence rising from it, like tinted vapors. Though she really felt like she could do with a nap, Ellandra knew she had to record something about how she'd received this as-of-yet dormant Essentic, so she got up from the bed, went over to where the remainder of her packed things were sitting, and rummaged through them until she found her small, barely-used Diary. Nabbing a pen from a nearby table, she sat down with the diary in her lap, and began to write. Ellandra I can't really believe this - well, I suppose I can to an extent - but I have my own Essentic now. Though I don't like the fact that the little one will consider me its Owner, I suppose it's something I'll just have to live with. Faolan and Ziazan manage all right; I don't think that term really applies unless the Essentic's treated like a possession. . . but I digress a bit. It all happened so very quickly.
I'd received an offer of one of these precious but illegal creatures some time ago, but was too afraid to take a chance on agreeing - until I started meeting them. Now, such a short time later, I'm married, with a baby on the way, and I realized - I really do need some help, so that I can be the person I need to for my husband and our child.
I had been planning to finally act on that offer, when to my surprise I found I didn't need to! Faolan, Ziazan and I were all invited to a ball up at the DeLonghy manor; it was quite fun, though my feet still hurt. Take care, you who stuck me in those shoes - I will find out who you were and take proper vengeance. My toes demand it!
Anyway - goodness, for a writer I ramble a lot - there were a lot of people there, Essentic owners and others (who I can only assume are all potential owners for some reason or other), and I met many people and a few more Essentics, before oh, about five of us (including my friend Verdant) were called away from the rest of the party. . . Miss Eversong I think her name was, she went first.
When she came out, she had a spark in her hands. That's when I really knew what was going on. I was next; and Banning and I chatted for a moment before I signed his contract. . . and got to "meet" my new spark. I don't know what it will become, and it didn't speak to me in words, more a touc of feelings here and there, but it's certainly quite lovely right now. It's strikingly sleek-feeling, like touching satin almost, and looks rather like an artist took a brush to it.
I may not know precisely what to expect from this little life, but I do know one thing - it will be cared for, and loved, and will never, ever feel like it's of less worth than a human.
I swear it.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 8:29 pm
"Rhian? Rhian, where are you?" Ellandra called as she entered the vardo, dressed in her nightgown and a robe of Faolan's. The butterfly proto had been left alone for a few minutes when her owner had gone to take a shower; Faolan was at work and Ziazan was. . . . somewhere; probably with Faolan, but Ellandra wasn't certain of that. Seeing no enormous butterfly anywhere, Ellandra started to worry - until she saw the butterfly sitting perched on a rafter looking down at Rags, who was staring up at her with eager eyes. The Proto bobbed her head to Ellandra as she came in but refused to move. "Rags dislikes me. Thinks I am most helpful as his lunch. Please assist?"Scowling, Ellandra scooped the cat up and tossed him out the door, shutting it behind him with a not-quite slam. She liked her kitty, but his habit of trying to hunt flying Essentics was grating on her nerves. "There now, Rhian. Rags is gone, you can come down now." The Proto happily obliged, fluttering down and wraping her tail section around her owner's forearm, brushing her antennae over the brunette's face as she did so. "Thank you. That was. . . unpleasant. I dislike the cat," she said, looking a little indignant. Her translucent hands were cupped, and within them was a small pile of coins, Rhian's current favorite object. Ellandra stroked a ilky wing of the little proto and sighed. "I know, little one, I know." She moved into the bedroom, and Rhian flew to one of the rafters there to admrie her coins as her owner pulled out her diary and began to write. Ellandra My life has been flipped sideways yet again. Is it too much to ask for it to just settle down for a little while? I remember everything now, or, well, nearly everything. The important parts of my past that used to elude me, I know what happened now. I remember my mother. How she died.
Who killed her.
I think I'm the only person alive who knows that. And I'm never telling anyone, though I need to say it somewhere, so I'll state it here, then move on to better tidings:
My mother was shot by my own father.
I'll never call him "Papa" in my mind again, knowing how he betrayed her, and me, like that. Never.
But, in happier news, my spark emerged. I didn't actually witness it, precisely, I was lost in my own memories at the time but my little one is hre now and she's so very wonderful. I've called her Rhian; at the time it just seemed to fit, and it still does. She looks like the largest butterfly anyone could ever see, though she has humanoid hands; oh, she's just darling.
She radites serenity - quite literally, you can't be in her presence without being soothed. I suppose it's a part of her purpose. She doesn't have much personality yet, but it's beginning to show up, and quickly too. Already she's found that she likes coins, why i don't know, but if it makes her happy - she's also very insistent on staying with me; it's hard to have to leave her behind, but a giant butterfly is just hard to hide easily.
I'll have to figure out a way to smuggle her out of here soemtimes, it's just not healthy to leave her inside all the time. . . she's a dear little one, though, always eager to please. Rather like Lauss in her enthusiasm for her purpose, now that I think about it.
Ziazan's having a bit of a hard time getting used to her, but it will come around eventually. I hope.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 11:55 am
Ellandra I can't believe it. . . my hands are shaking so much I can hardly write this, so I apologize for any illegibility. I'm just rather excited, I suppose.
I'm carrying twins. Two babies, and hre I was certain there was only one. Twice the work, some mght say, but with two Essentics to help out, I'm sure we'll manage just fine. It's. . . . just, two. . . two little ones. . .
Will the surprises never end?
On another note, I'm currently helping out at the ticketbooth, because I want nothing to do with Keagan for a little while. He brought up some things, I won't mention them precisely, but, well, suffic it to say bringing them up hurt Faolan deeply, and as shaken up as I am over it all, I can't help but be angry with the man.
Rhian's opening up more and more each day. She's still thoughtful, and can be quite wise at times in her own way, but she's also much more cheerful than she was at first. By cheerful, I rally mean she's rather bubbly. It's nice to see how asily pleased sh is just by getting to help Faolan count money - though she insists on counting the coins only; sh's developed a fondness for shiny objects.
Then there's the cotton candy. . . Ziazan brought her some as a treat the other day, and now she's nearly always asking for the "treat" when anyone comes home. She hasn't really shown any signs of picking up any influences yet; though I'm beginning to wonder if her obsession with cotton candy might turn into one . . . speaking of which, she's calling me now.
I didn't have all that much to say anyway, I just wanted to mention the babies.
Babies.
Two, not one.
Such a strange, yet wonderful idea. Ellandra placed her diary aside and hurried into the front room, looking around for her butterfly. "Yes? Rhian? Flutterbye, what do you need?" She asked, and suddenly found her arms full of fluttering, giant bug as she was hugged bfore Rhian gracfully perched on her owner's arm. "Ellandra, Ellandra, Sibling went out again, will Sibling bring me a treat back this time?" The butterfly Proto's wings fluttered rapidly as she peered at her owner. An amused smile sprading across her fac, Ellandra patted her "Daughter's" head and went to sit on the couch. "I don't know, Rhian, that's up to Ziazan. Now, let's find something to do until Faolan and Ziazan get home, hmm?" Rhian nodded, brushing her antennae over Ellandra's cheeks. "Yes, yes, something to do! I will help!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:42 pm
Ellandra curled up on the bed, lying on her side and facing the wall. Rhian was snuggled over her, acting like a silken, butterfly blanket. She’d been glued to Ellandra’s side for days now, humming and soothing nearly constantly. At long last, the brunette sat up and, tearing her eyes away from the oh-so-fascinating wall, got up and dug around for her journal. She needed to write about this, no matter how many tearstains wound up blotting her paper. Ellandra
My babies are sick. There’s . . . no other way to put that, no matter how much I wish I didn’t have to write that. They’re sick, they’re not healthy, and it’s all because I got sick and passed it on to them. And . . . it’s not something minor, either, this is something that can cause severe problems. I’m lucky they’re both even alive, but it hurts. It hurts so very much.
Faolan’s been sleeping in the front room. I don’t know why – whether her blames himself because he got sick first, or because the twins won’t be healthy, I just don’t know. But it feels like he’s abandoning me, and I’m scared he might actually do that . . . silly fear, I suppose, but . . . everything’s crashing down on me again and I just couldn’t’ take it if he were to leave too. I know I couldn’t . . .
Rhian’s been quiet lately, too. I’d be worried if it wasn’t for the fact that I think she’s doing it for my sake. She hasn’t begged for cotton candy or anything, just stays with me. And I’m so thankful . . . I’m so glad I have her, my darling flutterby. She’s my daughter in butterfly-skin, and a counselor and comforter as well.
I just . . .
Being pregnant is supposed to be a wonderful thing. Having children, being a parent, it’s something so many people want; it’s something I want. But I don’t think many people think about the fear, and the guilt, and the sheer terror that comes with it, not until they’re faced with it.
Maybe because if they did, no one would ever take the chance.
But . . . I’m going to – to try and pull myself out of this; I don’t know how, but I am. And my babies are alive, and I still love them, and will always love them. I just . . . wish I hadn’t ruined their lives before they’ve even gotten the chance to be born.
That’s all. Trying to brush the worst of the wet spots off of the pages of her journal, Ellandra finally gave up and closed it, setting it aside. What was she supposed to do now? ”Ellandra?” Rhian asked tentatively, from where she lay hung around her owner-mother’s neck like some sort of capelet. Ellandra tilted her head, not trying to look at the flutterby, but letting her know she’d heard her. “Y-yes… yes, Rhian?”“It will get better. I know it will.”There was so much assurance in that statement, so much confidence . . . Ellandra hoped that Rhian was right. But then, things couldn’t get too much worse than this, so she probably was.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:00 pm
Ellandra sighed as she sat down, opening her journal and preparing to write down her thoughts on the latest events in her life. The brunette was surprised she'd managed to find a moment alone to write, what with how crowded the vardo had become recently. But then, Rhian was taking a nap - with Lauss as a pilllow -, Ziazan was off who-knew-where, and Faolan was either at work or helping Lee get used to being at Farstep, Ellandra didn't know which. Right. Lee. That was what Ellandra had gotten out her journal for; the events that had occurred most recently in her life her too hard to deal with as simple thoughts in her mind - she needed to get them out onto paper, then perhaps she could deal with them a little better. Sighing again and chewing her lip, the brunette put pen to paper at last. Ellandra The last few days have been. . . well, I suppose "uprooting" would be the best term for it. It seems like, lately, every time my life is starting to settle, to become something i can live with, something I can be happy with, another disaster - or at least life-altering event - comes my way and everything's uncertain and worrying again.
I'm not angry at Faolan, or at Lee, for what happened. He did what he had to do to help Lee, to get her away from her family and that terrible William. But. . . I never saw myself as a wife in my lifetime, let alone a co-wife. I'm not angry at them, what was done is done it's what was necessary. . . Faolan wants to make this work, and Lee, well, she's caught the man she wanted, though I don't know how prepared she was for it to happen.
And I know Faolan said he won't push me aside, and that he still loves me. . . but. . .
I'm sorry, I'm being selfish. . .
But I don't know that I can share him.
Without Faolan, before we met. . . I was a shell of a person, walking through life hollow and incomplete. . . he made me whole, and happy, but now it feels like I'm losing a piece of him. . . and I don't want to go back to being so miserable I'm numb to the feeling - I don't.
And I want this to work, because faolan wants it to work, and he would be so unhappy if he couldn't manage it. . . and i want Lee to be happy, because she's been in such a similar place to mine,, though she doesn't know it. . .
So I'll try, and I'll bury that little selfish part of me that wants to rant and scream and cry that I don't want to share, I don't, I don't, because I want both of them to be happy and this is the only way to make it work. . .
And if I wind up losing a piece of myself, or multiple pieces, because Faolan takes them back and gives them to Lee. . . well, I lived incomplete once. I suppose I can do so again. With one swift motion, Ellandra wiped away the tears that had gathered in her eyes as she wrote and closed the journal, rising to her feet and putting it away. She had things to take care of before the rest of the residents came back or woke up, and she needed to bury her hurt as deeply as possible under other feelings, because it had no right to exist; she was lucky to be married to Faolan at all, after all, she shouldn't be so hurt about him doing something that would make him and Lee happy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:39 am
Ellandra Heartbreak, I've found out recently, comes in many different forms, and in many different ways. And sometimes, true love isn't as true as you might have thought. I love Faolan, I do, but it seems like lately he's just trying to appease my feelings than to help me actually get past them. I don't know if it's because he doesn't realize it, or if it's for some other reason. But as much as I love Faolan, I'm beginning to realize how stupid I was to rush into this.
How idiotic.
How naive.
My heart is crushed, shattered, broken. I depended too much on Faolan - perhaps I expected too much of him - trusted him too much, perhaps, because of that love. And I let fear of losing him lead me down a very unhappy road.
I've made so many painful mistakes, this situation is a mess, and I've handled it poorly.
But no more. . .
I love you, Faolan. With all that I am. And I still think that you love me.
But I've realized now. . . love isn't enough. This is hurting me more than I can put into words, but I think - I KNOW - that I'm doing to right thing. And I'm so, so sorry, because this is going to hurt you, too. It's going to hurt both of us.
If it seems like I'm being selfish, well perhaps I am. But it's about time I did - I need to take charge of my own life, my own destiny. And. . . I don't think I can do that here.
The naivety I had before is gone. I understand what I need to do, and as painful as it is, it is what needs to be done.
My life isn't a cheesy romance novel, nor is it a fairy tale. "True love" only goes so far. And it's reached its limit now.
I'm going to do something, for once, that isn't self-sacrificing, that is for my benefit - mentally, emotionally, and physically.
Painful or not, for myself and for you, this is the right choice. The brunette sighed softly as she put her journal aside for the moment, loking around the quiet vardo for a long time. She knew she was making the right choice. It hurt - in fact it was tearing her to shreds - but it had to be done. "I guess. . . true love really is just a fairy tale."
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 1:29 am
~And then there was a little note~ A small, candid letter appearing at the doorstep.
I wonder who sent it...?~Message Loving regards are sent to milady Rhian,
lest she know that she is dearly missed.
One is looking forward to seeing her again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 1:25 pm
”Mama, what’s super-floo-us mean?” Rhian asked while looking up from the textbook she was trying to figure out. From the doorway, Ellandra stepped into Rhian’s room, Bel in her arms and Contessa at her heels, and she smiled at her flutterby-turned-teenager. ”Superfluous, Rhian? It means unnecessary or extra, why do you ask?” The pigtailed flutterby shrugged and smiled at Ellandra, peering back at her textbook with a wrinkled nose. ”Just wondering. . . It was in my book and I didn’t know what it meant, but it makes more sense now! Thank you for helping, Mama!” Ellandra smiled and stepped a bit further into the room, wrapping an arm around Rhian’s shoulders in a one-armed hug, while the infant in her other arm gurgled and waved an arm around. The brunette peeked at the book the Essentic was looking at, and satisfied that it was in fact a textbook, she whispered a reassurance into the flutterby’s ears. ”Don’t worry, Rhian – you’ll see Lauss again soon. If you keep studying like this, perhaps he can come over to visit this weekend.” Rhian offered a slightly weak, blue-eyed smile up to her Mama and nodded as the woman left the room, the puppy staying behind and woofing softly at Rhian. When Ellandra had left the room, Rhian reached down and patted Contessa on the head, before switching the textbook out for a small notebook that was in a desk-drawer. Rhian I miss Lauss-teacher. Lots has happened in a real short tyme and Mama’s been busy taking care of the babys so I thot I’d write a little about what has happened. I’m not vary good at speling, not lyke Mama and Lauss-teacher, I mix up leters alot and mess things up, but I’ll try to do beter, I want to get smarter and stuff so I can be beter help than I am now. I think the biggest thing to talk aboot is that I grew! I lost mi wings but I can wear pretty cloths and go out now! But I haff too go too school now too, and I’m not vary good at it. I think I’m stupod oor sumthing, but it just dosen’t mak anee sense too me. Mama and me left Faolan for a whyle, but we came back; Mama and Faolan were both vary sad, and Sibleeng Zi was to. Now evary body’s happy again. We live in a house now and the babys were born, they are cute but kinda smelly. Lauss-teacher grew to, at the same tyme I did, and it made Myss Lee all upset and envy-us but I don’t know why. Mama and Faolan have two dogs now, Contesah and Bert. Contesah’s pretty but kinda snobby, and Bert is fun to play with but snores and smels funy. I wish I were beter at my purpose, I don’t think I’m what I shud be, but I’m trying. I keep mayking mistaykes and breaking rools without knowing it, and I hav not seen Lauss-teacher sinse I mesed up real bad and plaide a game that was bad. But I want too get better, I want too help Mama and Faolan and Sibleeng Zi and Lauss-teacher and Myss Lee and Aoi Flour and Orfy and Misha Flufy and Vin-Vin and Bel and Sam and . . . well, I want too help evary body! But I kan’t doo that if I’m stupid and bad at my purpose. So I hav to get beter. And study more. And stop playing with Bert so much I think I’m starting too snore lik him and I don’t want too! Rhian sighed and stretched her left hand, the digits in it cramping from having written so much in such a short time. Sighing a little, she put the little notebook away, ashamed of her poor skills in writing, yet feeling a little better from having written about how she felt anyway. Maybe this was why her Mama wrote so much all the time. She couldn’t see why else – it was so hard to do! As she put the notebook away in the drawer, she glanced at a little note she had folded up beside it, and unfolded it to read again. ”I miss you too, Lauss-teacher,” the flutterby said to the note with dimly-flickering antennae, and lightly kissed the piece of paper before putting it back into the drawer with the notebook. Maybe Mama would like her to help with the puppies – or she could really try and work at studying like she was supposed to be doing in the first place.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 4:35 pm
Rhian didn’t know why little Miss Riley was dragging her along with her so insistently, but she’d been more than willing to help the little girl carry a big bag full of food to her destination – provided it was safe and within Farstep, of course. She still couldn’t speak after the horrible attack that still haunted her nightmares, despite it being more than a month in the past now. Somehow, though, she was growing used to not speaking – though she thought she might be ready to try and speak again soon. The flutterby knew it would certainly ease her parents’ worries. “Hurry, hurry, Miss Rhian, sis’er will be home now!” Riley chirped, grabbing hold of Rhian’s hand and swinging it in hers as she skipped along. “Mama worries ‘bout how sis’er donnae eat ‘nough, bu’ Mama shoul’ be worryin’ bou’ herself, she’s been all sick wi’ w’rry since Daddy lef’,” the little girl said, chattering away and filling the silence that Rhian would otherwise have unintentionally left. “I asked yes’erday ‘bout when Daddy’s comin’ home bu’ Mama jus’ got all sad an’ said he wonnae b’ home f’r a long time, an’ then she said sh’ might go ‘way, too , but I hope she doesn’ ‘cause sis’er woul’ never b’ able to take care o’ herself wivvou’ Mama cookin’ f’r her an’ stuff.” Green eyes watered as Riley squeezed her seemingly-older friend’s hand a little tighter, and Rhian stopped in her tracks, setting the bag of food on the ground and kneeling next to little Riley. Thankful that her antennae at least had finally healed, the flutterby gently brushed the youngster with them, her blue eyes radiating empathy. ‘It will be okay,’. There were no words to say as such, just a general feeling of reassurance and confidence, but that was more than enough to provide the intended meaning in that simple exchange of emotions. In response, Riley threw her little arms around Rhian and hugged her tightly for a long moment, before blinking her eyes free of tears and grabbing the flutterby by the hand again. “Than’ ye, Miss Rhian, now le’s go tae sis’er! Ye’ll li’ sis’er, jus’ donnae le’ her thin’ ye pity ‘er, that bothers her,” Riley said as Rhian picked up the bag again, and then the two continued on their way. --- Meanwhile, back at the Grady home, Ellandra was sitting at her desk in her little office room, the twins lying on a blanket on the floor (with the door carefully shut so as to keep the puppies from getting to the infants). The brunette watched her babies for a moment, then sighed and turned back to the manuscript on her desk. It wasn’t her latest work of fiction, nor was it a letter or an invitation. Instead, it was the much-neglected journal she hadn’t written in for quite some time. She had been hesitating now for almost an hour, uncertain of what to write. A whimper of pain from little Bel had Ellandra nearly out of her chair, before the infant simply fell back to sleep, not awoken by the pain of her emerging horns – for once. Seeing the two babies lying on the blanket, side-by-side and sound asleep, Ellandra was finally able to think of what to write. And write she did. Ellandra My, it’s been quite some time since I’ve written in you, little journal. When I last touched these pages I was spilling the pain of a broken heart, but now, I have such joy in my life that it’s hard to believe that I was ever so sad. To be sure, there have been some problems, but what would life be if anything were truly perfect? There’s so much to say, what with Rhian reaching alter, the twins being born, Kelly coming into our lives, my being pregnant again, the little puppies. . . then there was the dreadful attack on my flutterby, which I truly don’t even want to think about, let alone write anything about it. I think I’ll only bother with the more recent events; some are easy enough to sum up, while others . . . not so much.
Kelly is Faolan’s son by another woman. I suppose I ought to feel bad about that, but truly all I feel is relieved that one of his little ones from before escaped the fate of the others – though the life that he’s lived until coming under Faolan and my care leaves much to be desired. He’s a darling little boy, and I’m coming to care for him as if he were my own son. He’s very shy, but gets along well with everyone. I think Rhian would like to bring him out of his shell a bit more, if she could.
Oh, Rhian. . . her impulsive, rather reckless behavior brought her into a terrible situation some time ago. While she wasn’t dreadfully injured (a fact for which I am most thankful), she was terribly traumatized. She absolutely refuses to go walking into the city any longer, and doesn’t much like to be left alone. Worst of all, she hasn’t spoken a word since she was attacked. She seems to be maturing a great deal from the incident, but I wish she would find her voice again. I miss hearing her voice – we all do, though I think no one more than Lauss. Sign language is a poor substitute for hearing her laugh again. Ellandra sighed and placed the journal down as the twins awoke and started to cry, their emerging horns paining them greatly. Bel was being the louder of the two, bellowing with gusty wails, while Sam simply made little mewling noises. Not that the loudness mattered. The babies needed her, and the brunette woman wasn’t going to ignore them for anything. --- Aisling looked up from petting Dilly when there was a knock on the door. It could only be Riley and her weekly “rations-bringing”, as the teenager had dubbed it. ”Come in,” she called out, knowing the little one would come in regardless of a welcome or not. What she wasn’t expecting was the lavender-blue haired girl – lived with Keagan’s son and his family, she believed – who followed in after Riley, holding the bag of food. Feeling grumpy for no reason, Aisling growled under her breath and forced herself to her feet, even as Dilly marched over to Riley to be petted. Something about this strange girl reminded Aisling of a butterfly, and so her rude welcome came out as such: ”Wha’re ye doin’ here, flutters? I donnae need your nor anyone’s help, so git out!” Rhian reeled back, a hurt look in her big blue eyes, and she started to sign an answer before she realized that the other girl didn’t have a clue what she was saying. She didn’t need to anyway, as Riley turned to her older sister and stomped a tiny foot, glaring up at her older double with a wrinkled nose and flushed cheeks. “SIS’ER! Tha’ wis mean! Miss Rhian’s m’ frien’, an’ she’s helpin’ me tae carry thin’s! Apologize, now!” Aisling blinked, but wasn’t about to apologize to the inordinately beautiful girl who she found herself suddenly envious of, and she just glared hatefully into the other girl’s blue eyes. She felt a stinging sensation in the pit of her stomach at the sadness she saw there, but was unable and unwilling to take back her rude greeting. She just barely held herself back from saying anything more that was unspeakable. For her part, Rhian stared back at this girl before her. . . this angry, broken girl. To be sure, having so much anger directed at her for no reason at all was very frightening, but even at a glance the flutterby could tell that the black-haired teen was no danger. Instead, she saw the girl for the emotions she was leaking everywhere – despondent, prideful in the way that only the deeply shamed could be, and in sore need of help despite her utter refusal of it. Saddened by this, rather than Riley’s sister’s anger, Rhian felt something . . . unlock, or lack of a better term, and stepped forward, licking her lips. “You do. . . need help,” she said, slowly and hoarsely, with a voice weak and thready from not having spoken in such a long time. ”But not. . . from me. I know how to get you . . . the help that you. . . need. . . in a way that won’t. . . embarrass you.” Blue eyes still locked on green – green eyes that were now oddly watery and hesitant, Rhian continued. ”When your helper . . . is ready, I’ll let you know. Come. . . see me then. Maybe we could . . . . even be friends.” Then, ignoring or not really noticing Riley’s excited cries of “Miss Rhian! Y’ spoke! Y’ spoke!” the flutterby unloaded the bag and simply walked out, leaving two sisters, one who was excited, and one who was very, very confused – and oddly hopeful for the first time ever since the accident that stripped her life away from her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 10:12 am
An abandoned journal sits, lonely and ignored on a desk in a corner of the room, its pages flipped open to a page that has only a few sentences written on it. The pages are liberally covered with dried tear stains, and as such the wording is nearly illegible. Still, some words stand out, completely clear. Rhian's Journal He's gone. Lauss is gone!
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 9:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 9:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:35 pm
Rhian tugged her hat down further over her head, making sure that all of her long hair was piled up underneath it, carefully concealing the long tresses. Next she checked over her clothes - plan, ordinary things in earth tones that would allow her to blend in just about anywhere, cut just the right way to hide what curves she hadn't forcefully concealed. Her travel back was packed and ready, sitting by the door. The only thing left to do was to offer her family some sort of explanation, and promise that she would return. So thinking, she sat down at her desk, pulled out her journal, and started writing. Rhian Mama, Papa, Ziazan and the little ones,
I promise I'll come back. Before I say anything else, I want you to know that I am going to come back. I left before you could talk me out of it, before you could try to reason me into staying when I know that I need to go. I need to get away from this place, just for a little while.
To get away from the fact that while you're all here, Lauss is not. I need to refine my focus; figure out what I'm really going to do with myself and my life. I'm not just a little flutterby any more.
Now it's time for me to find out what exactly I am, and what I can be without this pain constantly hanging over me. I love you all so, so much. Don't try to find me, I know how to stay safe now.
When you find this, I'll be long gone. Ziazan can touch it, but he won't figure out where I'm going because even I don't know right now! I'm searching for myself, and I won't be coming back until I find me.
Remember everyone, I love you! I'll see you when I've found myself again.
Love,
Rhian She didn't place it where it would be found immediately, instead closing the journal and sticking it back in her drawer. With Ziazan around, she needed to buy all of the time she could.
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