|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:30 am
A New Home
It was a difficult thing, coming to the academy so soon after losing Gram but it was what she wanted of me, wasn't it? Left behind after she passed was her will, it said in it that I would be given the house, the land, and everything that was located on it but only if I went to school here. It was something that I thought on doing once I came of age but it would appear that she meant to ensure that I went even after her death. Perhaps she knew that, without her forcing me to do so, that I wouldn't? It was painful to lose her, like no other pain I have felt before, but she wanted me to keep moving forward instead of hiding forever in our home or in the gardens as I did when I was a child. I think I might have done just that, hidden myself away among my flowers but that wouldn't have gone well, not with what I am.
It hasn't been to long since I arrived here but already my things have been unpacked, and I know for a time this is my new home though it feels so lifeless and empty, so quiet. There is plenty of space in the place I am staying in, a lot of shelves. I think that I will start to collect new friends to keep me company while I am away from home, perhaps some miniture roses. They are a very, very small version of what I have growing back home so maybe they will take my mind off things? I know deep down that our neighbors, as appointed by Gram, will take good care of our home while I am away, I trust them to do so. At the same time I can't help but to worry that they will change things, rearrange, or not take as good of care of my garden as I did. Surely they won't get rid of any of Gram's things, right? I think that it should be up to me to decide what to do with them but will they leave everything there for me until a time where I can decide?
So many questions are plagueing my mind and I have so few answers. They are all questions I can't linger on either, as much as I want to, I know that my classes start soon and that is where my main focus should be. To lose her and then be thrust into this new world full of new people and so many of them at that, it's so dizzying and I am sure this journal entry likely makes no sense and sounds as though I am babbling but it helps to ease my mind if a little.
Classes start soon, it means honing the powers I was born with. It also means being around so many people with magic and it will be a test of my endurance. I know what it means to feel hunger when it comes to magic, I know the taste of magic too though only one sort. Gram always made sure to share with me her power so that I wouldn't ever feel the true hunger that majin can suffer. I've never felt so ravenous that I would lose myself or risk hurting anyone. I need to try to maintain such control of my sense of self as what I had at home while in school. So many people, so much magic, I suspect it will feel overwhelming at first. I also thing it shouldn't be noticed if I sneak a bit here and there, right? I hope not. Without someone like Gram to provide for me I will need to fend for myself, something I can't ever recall having to do. I need to do so, to keep the hunger at bay, but there may be those who don't like what I am, those that would kill me before feeding me. I need to try to learn who they are so I know who to avoid.
There is a lot ahead of me to do but I took the first step in coming here. Now all I have to do is keep going in the right direction, keep my nature in check, keep fed, and graduate. Everything else I will figure out as I go.
~ Uaithne Cahal
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:32 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:34 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:35 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:36 am
Disastrous Ball
I got my courage up, and believe me it took a while, I got myself done up as nicely as possible, though given some of the others were wearing I was quite under dressed, and headed to a ball recently. It started out well enough, I found someone interesting enough to talk with, a rather nice witch with pretty eyes, but then things went from good to bad in an instant.
A man showed up there, one that seemed to look like a Reaper and was armed like one, but who was stealing hearts in the same way that a Witch Eater would. It was like nothing I've ever seen before... and like nothing I've ever seen before was what it looked like when a heart is taken from a witch. It was terrifying and for a moment I could understand why the human fear us majin. I fear after that attack that majin, myself included, will be judge even more harshly. After all it is our kind, the witch eaters more specifically, that are more well known steal hearts in such a way. Even those that aren't a part of that ritual are still looked down upon by some, Reaper especially.
I remember clearly Gram keeping him home because of just that. She always feared that if I wandered off on my own, away from home and unprotected, that I would be killed for what I am. A part of me wants to hide it at times, to pretend to be human and hope that others buy it. At the same time though I feel that I should embrace who I am. To hide it is to turn my back on my fellow majin and that isn't something I want. I shouldn't reject my own kind due to the prejudices of others.
I will have to keep an ear out, to see how the attack at the ball effects the minds and hearts of those around me. While I want to hope that people will still believe that there is good in us, which I know there is, I fear the worst. I can only keep trying though, forging ahead toward the future, and doing by best to keep on the straight and narrow. All I know is that I never want to do to a fellow witch what I saw there that night, I never want to been the cause of the light going out of someone's eyes in such a manner... if I ever did that, on purpose or on accident, I don't know if I could live with myself.
For now I can only strive to keep my hunger in check so that I can avoid such a dark and dangerous temptation which is exactly what a witch's heart is to me. I need to find a more stable means of feeding my hunger for magic other then stealing bits here and there at school. Once I graduate after all I won't have such an abundant source of magic or witches on hand as I do now.
~ Uaithne Cahal
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:41 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:04 am
✰★✰ Hᴏʀʀᴏʀ ♥ Mᴇɪᴅᴏ ✰★✰ 
Congrats on winning! You are awarded one Incense of Time for this character.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 8:24 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:08 am
First Reach: Uaithne & Other members of the Majin Friendly Movement.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:09 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:45 am
Rerooted Rose
Uaithne had been given a rose by a young woman that he'd met while he was out on one of his trips into the forest, it had been a rather nice meeting with a rather interesting girl and for once he'd been given a cut flower that he didn't instantly dislike due to the one that had given it to him and because of the way she'd gifted him. Kalypso had produced the rose seemingly from nowhere and with a flourish, something that had amused the more innocent part of Uaithne. Since then he'd taken good care of the flower, having found a pretty vase to put it in, watered it daily, and fed it a touch of his magic from time to time to keep it looking fresh. Today though he was going to be trying something new that he'd found in a rather interesting book that seemed to be found in a book of spells written by a gardener witch, someone that Uaithne had a healthy respect for. He wanted to become a powerful witch too, even had a slight idea now what path he was interested in following, but he would never give up on his hobby of gardening. If anything he figured if he got really good with magic that allowed him to manipulate plants, more specifically helping them to grow big and strong, he would end up with a magnificent rose garden.
"Alright my little friend, it's time to see if I can do this." He told the flower that was sitting in it's pretty vase in front of him, leaning in really close in an attempt to hear if the flower answered back... but still no luck with that. He really should have tried to talk more to Cedar about that power of hers, to see exactly how she had come to be able to hear the flowers but decided that, perhaps, it was a skill that one could only pick up after successfully completely the Grave of Fairies trial and graduating? He would need to work even harder to make sure that he was able to do exactly that, "I am looking forward to graduation though I have to admit that the Grave of Fairies trial intimidates me." There were other students, those that had tried and failed their first go through, that he'd overheard talking about it, making it sound like quite a feat to get through, "Ahh... but that is neither here nor there, is it?" He was still a student and he shouldn't psyche himself out over something that was still some time away, especially when he was working on such an important task, right?
Reaching out he picked up the flower carefully from the vase, looking it over, admiring that it was still holding out pretty well though he could tell that it was probably tired of being in a vase. The flower would likely be more content with roots in soil again and that was where this spell came in. Reaching out with his free hand he dragged the heavy spell book over to him, scanning down to where it made mention of what he was trying to do, and he set to work doing exactly what it said word for word, pouring his growing power into the base of the flower's stem. At first nothing seemed to be happening, making Uaithne wondering if perhaps he'd read it wrong, done something wrong, somehow missed a step... but then a moment later the cut end of the step started to shift and twist, producing from it a few roots that grew to a good size, what he hoped would be enough, before everything went still leaving him starring.
"Oh... wow..." He murmured, moving his free hand from the book so that he could lifting his hand up to bush his fingers against the newly formed roots before he gave a smile, "Alright, it seems as though it worked. Let's see about about getting you in the pot." He murmured, reaching over to catch hold of the pot was sitting, ready and waiting, dragging it closer. It didn't take long before he had the rose's new roots in the soil, fed, and watered it, "There we go." Now all he had to do was wait and watch, to make sure that the flower was able to take to the new roots and the pot after having lived in a vase of water for so long. He could only hope that he'd done enough since he didn't want anything to happen to his precious gift.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 3:39 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:27 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 12:37 pm
Taken!: Meta! Uaithne & Many Others
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 5:36 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
