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 Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 6:40 pm
::. Entry: The Reminder .::
Summary: Ecavi finds the strange thorn she was given some time ago, and contemplates why she'd have to keep it safe- and how forgetting about it isn't a good start. She also discovers how sharp the thorn is when it pierces her finger. Something odd, considering the fairy's main hobby is sewing.
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Ecavi was sitting at the kitchen table, it was late in the evening and everything was quiet. She'd decided to take some time to herself, though she intended to do it quietly in case a certain dragon girl in the household was awake. When tidying up her room earlier she'd come across an object that one would normally just throw away, and honestly she almost forgot what it was and did just that. Lucky for her she remembered.
Keep it safe.
Or else.
OK, so that part hadn't been in the speech- but it was implied.
"Some job I've been doing," the fairy murmured, "I forgot about it."
The object in question was a normal seeming thorn, though it had a dark stain on it. Ecavi had to hope that it wasn't what logic said it must be, it was just easier to think of it as an oddly colored thorn. She set it on the table and leaned in to examine it a bit more, still not seeing anything obviously abnormal about it. Then of course, in Gaia, not a lot would surprise her.
"Well, I better find a safe place for you," she informed the thorn, then reached out and picked it up. With a low gasp, the girl dropped the thorn back on the table and drew her hand up to her mouth. Despite her sewing hobby and the occasional pinprick that comes with it, the thorn piercing her hand was enough for her to drop it. Ecavi looked down at her hand curiously, and a tiny cut near the base of her index finger.
"Humph," she said, picking up the thorn more carefully, "Nothing to worry about."
This time without clasping her hand shut, she headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to find a place to put the thorn in her room. Somewhere where it would not be mistaken for any ordinary object and get thrown aside.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 4:34 am
::. Journal Entry: Good thorn .::
Summary: While writing in her journal about the hectic things going on around her, Ecavi realizes that the thorn hasn't done anything wrong lately (that it's in fact unchanged, really) and is all the more fond of it for that.
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It was late in the evening, and Ecavi was so tired, but instead of going to sleep she decided to get some of her feelings out in her journal- a small book she has neglected lately. When she'd gotten her journal out, she remembered that mysterious thorn, and got it out with her.
With the thorn beside her on the nightstand, and her on her bed with a pen in hand, she wrote. Quote: Dear Journal, It's been so busy here now. We have company, for starters. My friend went missing, and months after she did is when I realized it. Not long after I checked it out, her daughter and Noodle Animals showed up on my doorstep in the middle of the night. I'm concerned about them, especially Tabitha- she's a little odd, and panicked when she found out we didn't have cable (which we do now.) Not long after they show up, everything else goes wrong. Myze and Ceri were attacked by something, and Ceri has tried to give me details- but all I can get out of her is that it was something mean and funny looking. Myze hasn't said anything about who or what it was. And of course, just after that, Jasmine shows up home with just a trenchcoat on. Apparently she'd changed while at the Adoption Agency, and Rhine was there and she didn't take any clothes with her.. rrrrgh. But this thorn, this little thing I keep forgetting about.. it's the only thing that hasn't given me any trouble or gotten into any trouble lately. Nothing. I mean, I've not been stupid enough to pick it up and let it stab me a couple more times, so that's good. It's just been sitting nice and safe in my room. Like it always has. Sigh. - Ecavi
With a sigh, she signed off and looked over at the thorn with much appreciation. Nothing had gone wrong recently with respect to this thorn, so right now she was quite fond of it. Everyone else was growing up and off getting into trouble, one way or another, but the thorn didn't do anything. It has stayed the same so far..
Ecavi smiles smally and puts the journal on her nightstand. Then she turns off the lights and rolls over to go to sleep.
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