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 Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:33 pm
Title
The Folklorist's Prize
Or Prize Idea?
February 26th, 2006
After her 'fated' meaning with Ianna at the Wand shoppe, Neveah had little on her mind but the supposed Drow wand she now possessed. Even as she went through her after-travelling routine of going through her house and cleaning from one room to the next, she couldn't allow the wand out of her sight for longer than two minutes, and the prospect of a child out of her mind. Though it was true her mind was usually scattered, it was doubly true now...the butterfly had next to no maternal instincts even in the finest hairs on her head, and she was supposed to care for whatever came out of this wand? Work always called for her, it always dragged her away to far-off places...at most, she was probably only at her home for less than three months out of the entire year! She couldn't put a child through that, especially one as dangerous and care-needy as the light-sensitive Drow. Whether it were male or female, the child would still be Drow, and would still pose a major problem...
Wait, Drow? Thats right, this child would be a Drow!
With an almost sly grin on her finely painted lips, Neveah scooped up the comfortably warm wand and turned, heading towards her library. Pushing open the doors, she eagerly walked across one of the stacks on the side wall. Her books had always been kept in strict alphabetical order by title, so it wasn't hard to find what she wanted...even if what she wanted was never really there. Holding the wand out as if it could see, Neveah showed him the 'D' section...more specifically, the place where 'Drow' would have gone, had there been anything written ON the Drow.
"Ah hah! See that, Spiderling? I've got no books on just you!" She informed the wand, not really realizing how silly she may look in doing so. Now drawing the wand closer to her, and carefully traced her fingers along the purple thread the spider bore around the obsidian shaft. "You've just given me the perfect excuse to not travel anymore!" Her tone was strangely affectionate this time. Hugging the wand to her thin frame, she continued to talk. "And I can't thank you enough! Aww Spiderling, you've saved me from the moon frogs..." She breathed out with a strange sense of euphoria, nuzzling the spider mascot that topped her new scapegoat. The wand would have no idea what she was talking about, but hey...she was talking, right?
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 1:33 pm
Title
The Folklorist's Prize
Or Prize Idea? Part Two
February 27th, 2006
"Back again, Monarch?" An old man called out from his seat across the room, the back of his tall chair to the door. "I was sure you'd become a hermit for at least another week." Now the voice was teasing her, and now the chair moved. As the chair rotated so its user faced the door, the old, withered face of a man was seen. He had long since been suffering with the white hair of old age, and the wrinkles that crossed his brow and the corners of his old eyes only seemed to accentuate the half-moon specticles he wore on his slightly crooked nose. This man looked wise, very wise...even wise beyond his years, if that were at all possible. "So?" He questioned to the still silent woman who stubbornly stayed in the doorframe.
"First off, Don't call me that. I'm not a Monarch Butterfly." The lithe woman growled out at first, her angled eyes narrowing in distaste. "And Secondly, you old s.o.b, It's your fault if I go into hermithood!" Like the old man did, she lightened up by this point, her tone fading from serious to joking...though she was still fairly serious and steadfast that it WAS his fault she's paranoid about moon frogs or ocean trees. "And Lastly..." She started, taking her hands from behind her back to produce the Spider-tipped wand she had received the day before, holding it in the old man's sight for a moment, before placing it on his desk. "Do you know what this is?" The butterfly questioned, her voice and eyes strangely serious.
Sighing through his nose, the old man's wrinkled gaze turned downwards, eyeing the strange staff as it was placed on his desk. Glancing back towards the butterfly woman that stood before him, he made a slow motion with his hand, silently asking permission to touch the artifact placed before him. After receiving an equally silent nod in confirmation, he reached out and lifted the wand with such gentleness it was hard to tell he were holding something. He gave a soft gasp then, almost as if he too felt the strange sense of warmth from the wand, something that made it feel alive, and not just an inanimate object. After looking it over, he returned his old eyes to Neveah. "I don't know what it is aside from a warm wand, I'm afraid..." He started, then broke into a thin, hoarse cough. "However...the spider on the top...that is a rare thing to top a wand with. Does this have anything to do with...?" The folds of his winkles lifted as his eyes widened in what may have been surprise.
"The Drow, yes." Neveah finished, though he may or may not have had that in mind when he had asked. The butterfly woman giggled as the old man put down the wand instantly, removing his hands as if he'd been burnt; but what got her the most was the look of awe in his eyes. "A woman gave it to me yesterday, from a Wand Shoppe here on Gaia. Its a Drow soul thats housed in that wand, Philos..." She confirmed, though she was careful to not say exactly where the shop was. This was HER territory now, damnit! "The woman who gave it to me ventured into the Underdark just to retrieve it, and to give it to me. She told me I was destined for this wand, and the infant that would spring from it.."
"Neveah, I must urge you to not do this! You know as well as I do what happens when one gets anywhere near close to the Drow!" Philos demanded almost pleadingly, the seemingly frail old man smacking his hands down onto his desk as he stood up. "We're on the surface, Neveah! I urge you to take the wand back, or to destroy it, the Drow ar--"
"There is a good reason we have next to nothing solid on the Drow, Philos! What we've accomplished so far is only so because of a few scattered reports of the ones who were captured!" Neveah cut him off, knowing very well that she had to get her say in this, she had to convince Philos to bend to her will...there was so much riding on this one enounter.
"That is because they are ruthless--"
"Its also because nobody knows where the tunnels to that place are! It was a fluke that they found the tunnel all those years ago, and nobody has ever had the guts to even think to venture into the Underdark since!" She pushed on, making sure the old man got as little in as possible. It was her turn to put her hands on the desk, and once she had hit the soft wood, she leaned forward...her shadow casting over the wand. "Once the soul from this wand emerges, we won't have to even think to go to the Underdark! Don't you see Philos, this is our chance to do what nobody has ever done before..!" By this point, Philos' face had stilled, no longer yearning for Neveah's release from the wand, and no longer frightened for what may come. Instead, he looked almost...thoughtful.
"I'll take care of this wand, I'll care for the infant that comes from it...and as I do, I can takes notes on him or her, I can study what they do and why! The woman told me the memories of the soul come back full force once its a teen...and once its grown to that stage, it should be able to help us complete what so many publishers have been too afraid to do!" Deep down, she knew it was cruel...to use her own son or daughter in a research journal. But she had to, there was no other choice...if she took up the study on whatever came from this wand, she wouldn't have to travel anymore, because her assignment will always be a room or two away. In the end, everybody won...Neveah didn't have to study something like Moon Frogs, the Child would never have to move from place to place, and her boss would get the rights and notes on a race that people know very little about. "I'm keeping the wand regardless, Philos. You can't stop me from doing that." Neveah finished, her tone almost threatening. "But we'd have a full blooded Drow on the surface, who would know what nearly everyone does not." Now that the bait had been hung, all that was left to do was wait for Philos' reply.
"...Neveah." Philos began at length, running his old fingers down his white beard. "You've put me in a difficult place here, with what you're suggesting." He informed her seriously. "You're asking me to choose between my prize folklorist's safety, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." He was partially whining now...obviously the butterfly woman meant an awful lot to him, but at the same time, having solid proof of the Drow in general was as tempting as a fresh piece of meat in front of a starving animal. "I don't know if you can handle something as dang--"
"I can handle it." Neveah snapped back, her angled eyes narrowing almost angrilly.
Philos heaved a heavy sigh. "In that case..." Closing his old eyes, he sank back into his chair, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. "Fine, you can take up this assignment." He gave in, reaching into his desk for some confirmation forms. "However..." Naturally, now came the specifics in which Neveah would be working. "You are not allowed to take on anymore assignments until this...soul...is able to live on its own. I will also be the judge of when that is, and when you are free from this assignment." Philos wasn't looking at her, so he completely missed her small fistpump in victory...No more moon frogs for her! "You are to send a written report every week, with details on the creature and on yourself. Should something go wrong, you are to report in and take the steps to correct the situation by any means necessary." He informed her, his pen furiously scribbling across the form before him. "And finally, should I deem this experiment of yours too dangerous, I WILL take action, whether against your will or not. Should this creature come to be a threat to your existance, I will have it eliminated." This time, his cold glare shot up to her, as if daring her to go against his wishes.
Internally, Neveah was cringing. This wasn't right...whatever came from the wand would be her child, and like any Mother figure, she would be expected to protect it against anything. However, not agreeing to all the terms set forth meant a termination of this assignment and future travelling around the world. Not to mention now that Philos knew she possessed the soul of a Drow, he could ultimately destroy the soul's wand to prevent it from ever escaping if she were to disagree with him; whether it was sooner or later, the wand would eventually be destroyed against her will. So much was riding on it...she had no choice but to accept the terms given to her, though she hoped the Drow wouldn't become a threat to her...hadn't Ianna told her the infant would grow depending on how she raised it...? "...I accept the terms, Philos." She said flatly, leaning down to sign the forms that were turned towards her.
"Good...be careful, Neveah. Remember, you're under contract." Philos reminded her equally flatly, taking the signed papers and putting them into one of the stacks on the corner of his desk for later filing. Then, with a fatherly grin and a wave of his hand, he dismissed her. "Good luck, Neveah. You'll need it. Now get the hell out of my office." He teased, his wrinkled grin widening as the butterfly woman bristled.
"I don't need your well wishes, you ancient p***k." She growled out, picking up the wand and turning, leaving the room. "You'll thank me for this." She half-threatened, half assured him. Waving her hand over her shoulder, she left the office and headed back home, reveling in the fact she'd won quite a large battle today.
Next up, bookstore! Her lack of Maternal instincts needed to be severely remedied, and fast.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:04 pm
Title
Private Journal Entry 004
March 18th, 2006
Diary;
Holy crap. I only just now remembered I even HAD a private diary. I looked back at my last entry, and it was written just before my stupid year-and-a-half waste of my life. See? Thats how often I get to write for myself, especially something like this. Only three entries, plus this one...and I've had this journal for about three years now. Ain't that just peachy?!
Anyway, down to business...I write this in here, because I don't want Philos to see it...I have another journal specially for my letters to him. But this one is mine.
You know, I've always liked living alone. Its strange because I'm a butterfly, but for some reason, I never really gave it a thought to adopt, or to find a mate, or even a pet (outside of the random butterflies that seem to latch to where ever I am). But, somehow...something chose me.
At first I thought it was a trick from Philos, because I can't put that past him...but the more the woman talked to me, the more I realized that it wasn't a trick. It was real. Somehow, a Drow soul chose me. Which seems pretty silly, considering Drow can't stand the sunlight, and I soak in the sunlight like a sponge.
I don't know if I can do this...! HELP ME.
On the other hand, I'm fairly sure there are books on parenting around Gaia somewhere. I'll have to go out tomorrow and find a few to study...
Anyway, I have things to do, so I'll see you later!
-Neveah
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:05 pm
Title
Baby Books
With Patrick, Yashima and Akilah
Summary:
Neveah, on her way to find some books on parenting, is startled out of her own thoughts by an energetic meerkat who wants to eat her! Soon after, she was 'rescued' by Patrick and met little Yashima...proving that the wand thing wasn't a hoax. Patrick shows her the best store to get things for toddlers from, and Neveah takes this opportunity to learn as much as she can from the man while he's near her.
This RP is still in progressRead it here!
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:06 pm
Title
Kierla and Aricia
Part One
There was no way she'd let him know that there were other, different wants besides the one she possessed, the Drow spirit that rested in the spider-tipped wand on her lap.
"Geez spiderling...the more I learn, the more I want to punch Philos, quit researching you and study moonfrogs in your place..." Again with the Moon Frogs! She spoke outloud to the wand without realizing it, her distress apparent in the butterfly woman's voice.Just a nice normal day. Fwee.
Rather unusual for a day in Gaia.
Kierla was so glad it was normal, she was even humming to herself as she walked up the streets of Barton. Humming? That's not exactly Kierla. But whatever floated her boat on this fine, very normal day.
Then she saw the butterfly...thing.
With a wand. Standing in front of the Ghosts to the Past shop.
Damn you, butterfly thing with wand thing. Damn you for ruining my day.
Well, there was no helping it; if she was a guardian, Kierla would have to meet her sooner or later anyways. "Hello," she said, jerking her wrist in a very small wave.Neveah's antennae twitched as the other woman came closer to her...but alas, the woman herself didn't look over. Oh yes, she was very, very spaced out. The greeting was given, and the blue butterfly still didn't move to acknowledge it.
Then...then there was the small wave. Now that caught her attention. Giving a startled cry, the woman jumped and spun around to face the other (crying out something along the lines of 'THERE'S NO GOD DAMN WAY IN HELL I'M GONNA LOOKIT STUPID FRIGGIN' OCEAN MOLES!'), looking as if she could bolt at any time. Then, as suddenly as she had moved, Neveah went quiet and stared in bewilderment at Kierla, blinking a few times.
"Oh, hello there!" The woman greeted cheerfully, standing up fully this time. She was grinning eyelessly and waving...it was almost as if nothing had happened!Oh yes, damn you to the farthest reaches of hell, you -
Kierla's thoughts were broken by the creepy butterfly-thing awful caterwauling. Staring coldly at her, she waited for her to calm down, somehow conveying the feeling that she most did not want to be there, talking to a butterfly-thing. "Um.." Eurgh. She said um. What an indecisive word. "I noticed that you had a wand as well.." Kierla held up her own.
Continuing to stare at the butterfly-thing, Kierla wondered if it would be polite to ask, What are you? No, it wouldn't. She substituted with a, "I'm Kierla. And you?"Naturally, the butterfly humanoid took no notice of the cold stare she received. If she had, she would have ignored it anyway...she's good like that. "...Wand?" She blinked, then gasped, staring down at the spider-tipped wand she held in her hand, holding it up when the other woman held hers. They looked strange...this elegant, white winged wand next to the obsidian, spider-tipped wand. "Oh yeah, I have one. Not sure what I'm supposed to do with it, but I have one!" She smiled again, pulling the wand closer to her.
"I'm Neveah, nice to meet you!" She held out her right hand. Her hands were slender, and her fingers were slightly longer than the average human's...nor did she have nails. Her fingers just find of...got thinner until they were fairly pointed, though harmless. Her naturally angled, almond-shaped eyes blinked curiously at the full human, finding this to be a rare species...which was very neat! "So uh...what brings you out here?" Neveah wasn't too sure about small talk, but hey...it usually led to bigger and better things, right? Her antennae twitched at the thought."Pleased to meet you, too," Kierla replied warily, taking the hand, keeping hers there just long enough to seem polite, then dropping it again. This creature seemed as scatterbrained as she was; perhaps they wouldn't be enemies, then. Birds of a feather flock together. Or butterflies.
"What brings me out here," Kierla echoed. What she would have liked to say...well, it didn't matter. She couldn't say it anyways. "I was just taking a stroll..and I noticed you had a wand too. So I figured, might as well get acquainted with you now, as opposed to later when our children severely harm each other in a rock fight." This was said without the faintest trace of laughter; but surely she was joking. Right? Neveah brought her hand back to her side once it was released, a thin smile still on her lips. Being scatterbrained was a habit now...considering that was her only defence against brain meltdown! The woman seemed to consider Kierla's words very, very carefully...even to the point of tapping her own chin in thought.
"I'd worry more about Spiders than rocks.." Neveah said flatly, meaning she was very serious about it. Drow were known to be able to speak with/control spiders. If the right type of spider came long...well, anything from completely melted innards to severe skin decay to an annoyingly itchy bite could happen. Not to mention the Drow are killing machines. "But the methods of harming doesn't quite matter! You're right, its best to meet people in good circumstances!" Nodding her head energetically, she slipped her wand into a hidden pocket of her coat, to keep it warm as well as to keep tabs on it.
"Oh, this is the second wand I've met! Well, I've technically only met your wand, but I met a baby from a previous wand, so technically I met that wand, too! Do you know about what happens between the wand and infant stage..?" She had to know from someone who was experiencing it now! That was just the folklorist in her speaking, of course. Also, it seemed she didn't notice the faint wisp that latched onto the winged wand.Blinku. And internal one, albeit - Kierla wouldn't let any sign of being fazed come over her outer shell. Spiders? But Kierla shook it off. Meh, spiders were easier to squish than rocks.
"I myself have met - " Kierla paused for a moment to count, then gave up " - mm, I don't know how many. Not too many, I'm just not feeling up to counting right now."
At Neveah's next question..Kierla considered going onto one of her hypreventilating rants on the injustices of being the mother of a wisp of a soul of a wand. Oh, the horror. But - best make a good first impression, right? So, no rants for today. "Well, as you can see," Kierla said, gesturing to her wisping wand, "The first thing that happens is a sort of wisp-thing gathers at the tip. I don't know personally next, but I've been told that then the wisp becomes a ghost-like creature, and then finally a flesh and blood baby."NOW Neveah took notice of the faint wisp that gathered at the top of the other wand. Okay, NOTE TO SELF! No vaccumming. Or leaving the windows open. Or aerosol spray cans! ...Wait... She didn't have any aerosol spray cans anyway! Silly butterfly. Dragging her mind back to the present, she listened to Kierla quietly.
Neveah did what Kierla wouldn't. She began to rant. "So now I have to avoid any wind whatsoever? Thats so not fair! Its unfair that I have the wand, too! I have absolutely NO maternal instincts. None. Zip. Ziltch. Nada." She took a breath...finally! Then continued right on, not really realizing she was ranting. This sort of thing happens when you lived on your own. "And I LIKE being outside in the sun, and I won't be able to anymore because the soul is a Drow and the Drow don't like the sun because it burns their skin an---" She stopped mid-breath, staring at the woman in front of her. Only now she realized that she'd been ranting, and frankly...she looked sheepish and embarassed now.
"Uh...ahem." She straightened, coughing into her fist and composing herself. "I mean, I love this wand and I'm sure it'll be an enriching experience for me." If I live, she added mentally."Huh. Tell me about it; I'm not the motherly type at all. I was rather...shocked, myself, when I first heard of it." Shocked being it put mildly, Kierla thought wryly. She lost her temper, something she had never done before.
Waitasecond. "Er..." Gods..another indecisive word, yucketh. "You have a Drow wand?" Kierla chanced a surprised glance the pocket in which the Drow wand was contained. "Mine is a pegasus. So I was told." She wasn't sure if she could trust Ianna yet, although why she would have a reason to lie about that, Kierla hadn't figured out.Neveah looked relieved that her rant had gone practically uncared for. She was starting to like this woman! "Well...I thought that she was trying to kidnap me on behalf of my employer to send me to the moon to study moon frogs." Giggling sheepishly, the butterfly closed her eyes, remembering. "And I almost walked out on her..." So really, its her own fault for having the wand now. She had a chance to get rid of it! Guilt was the thing that brought her back, though...
"Eh? Oh yes, I was told the wand is a Drow wand. It makes sense, because the spider at the top is a replica of a form of Lloth, the Spider Goddess the Drow worship." Which means that Ianna was not lying when she said the wand was Drow. Neveah did her research shortly after. Either this was real, or it happened to be one VERY impressive fake. Her eyes lit up at the mention of pegasus. "Oh, a Pegasus! I'd LOVE to see it when its a baby! That'd be something really cool...D'you think it'll be humanoid, or d'you think it'll be a little foal?""There are...frogs on the moon." Now Kierla truly was bewildered. Although she still remained stoicly calm on the outside, as usual.
Waaait. Spider Goddess? Wuzzah? All Kierla knew about the Drow was that they scared Kiarna out of her wits, so they must be a good thing. But Kierla didn't want to say that. She would have to look up this fascinating creature called Drow later. No comment.
Oh, great. Another thing to confuse her. Why did this Neveah have to bring up so many things that Kierla didn't know? Kierla didn't like this feeling of not knowing. "Well...I don't know. Hopefully humanoid. I don't think I can handle another shock like that.""Oh, I don't know if there are real frogs on the moon." Neveah said nonchalantly, waving her hand dismissively in the air. "I'm a folklorist, so I can't cross the possibility of them out. That and I don't want to go to the moon." Its probably cold and angry and not pretty like Gaia.
"If it isn't humanoid, wanna trade?" She was giggling, so it was obvious that she were joking. She'd love to have a Pegasus as a charge, but the Drow chose her, and she had no choice but to take charge of the Drow, and ONLY the Drow."Well, there aren't," Kierla said icily. "Even if there was some living creature on the moon that vaguely resembled a frog it wouldn't be a frog. It'd have an entirely different way of living adapted to the moon enviroment, as opposed to a frog on Earth."
Maybe she should shut up now. Yes.
But the next question refrained her from doing so, requiring an answer. "Well, I'd love to," Kierla lied, "But unfortunately Ianna told me that if I reject the pegasus, it'll die. And I don't think Ianna or Matilda would be too happy with me then."Neveah's expression suddenly got serious, and her happy smile turned into a somewhat twisted one. "Have you ever been to the moon? You never know. There are more than one breed of everything. You can have entirely different environments and personality patterns, but they're still essentially the same thing." For a moment, she looked almost scary. Yay bipolar butterfly women!
"I was joking anyway...I can't give up the Drow either. With or without maternal instincts, I'm gonna keep it and try my best." Suddenly, she was back to her normal self, including her happy-go-lucky, scatterbrained smile. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if the soul disappeared because of me...""The entire internal system would have to be different, so, no, they would not be the same," Kierla couldn't help but protest. She couldn't help but love debates. Even those not quite so friendly.
Yeah. Moving on. Don't make her angry. "Oh, I would be able to live with that. I just don't want Ianna and her other-realm-magicalistic daughter to be hunting me down for the rest of my short life." "If they existed, which I'm not sure if they do, I bet they'd be similar, but not identical." After all, wasn't that what she had meant? Vaguely, NOW she wanted to go to the moon and find moon frogs, just to prove that she was right. Again, the folklorist in her was itching for it. Down folklorist, down!
"I couldn't...but short life? Aren't humans supposed to live for nearly a century?" Thats not very short. Short compared to most races yes, but a century was a long time. Maybe this woman had something wrong with her? No matter what she said outloud, she sounded innocent and curious...nothing she said meant anybody any harm.There was only one thing that could be said at times like this, and it would not help Neveah to keep that folklorist in her down. "...Prove it," Kierla stated blankly, the flatness of her tone seeming to border on nonchalant impudence. If one stretched one's imagination a bit.
"Well, I don't plan on living that long. I don't want to spend my last years in a sickbed, unable to move, blind - no, I want to breathe my last out there." Kierla seemed more excited than she ever had before (other than that time she had lost her temper); her eyes were snapping with a strange glow, and she was gesturing wildly everywhere. "Wouldn't that be interesting, to die in Death?" she mused, more to herself than to Neveah. "Oh, I must remember to write that down when I get home."Neveah's naturally angled eyes narrowed in challenge, looking rather smug about herself, for one reason or another. "Alright, I will!" Aah...and there went the Folklorist in her. Snapping to a challenge! Oh dear, Philos was going to kill her for this. But hey, she had to prove a point! A frog can still be a frog, no matter where it lives! Again, she suddenly cheered up.
"Ew, me neither...its not nice to be on a sick bed." The woman's nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Its inhumane." Neveah chuckled softly at the interesting lyric that came from Keirla, nodding in agreement. "Nice quote." She decided the other should know what she thought, so there it was! "By the way, since we seem to agree on this...why don't we make a pact? I don't want to be on a sickbed in my last days, and neither do you...so how about if one of us is just that, the other should mercily end her life?" It sounded fair to her, and since she lived alone...she kind of needed someone to pull the plug for her. That is, if the Drow hadn't killed her before then."Good, good...you go ahead and do that," Kierla said distractedly. "Would make the front page, I expect, eh." She was eager for this subject to be closed. Who cared if frogs lived on the moon or not anyways?
She had just reached to the point of mumbling gibberish to herself and jabbing finger in the air at random places, pursuing this interesting trail of thought - when she looked up at Neveah dazedly. "It's a quote?" she said blankly. "No, no, I was just speaking to my mind. What is it a quote from?"
This Neveah...creature was truly interesting. It only took her a moment's hesitation to answer her offer. "Mm. Why not." She nodded, a sudden wide smile flashing on her face for a split second. "That would tie up loose ends very nicely, I should think."Neveah couldn't help the amused giggle that left her lips. "The quote is from you, silly! I've never heard that phrase anywhere else!" Her nailless fingers pressed against her lips in a rather childish way of quieting her giggles. "Anything a person says can be a quote...you just gotta remember it in order to give it meaning!" Grinning, she let her hands drop back to her sides.
"Oh good, now I don't have to worry! Shake on it?" She held out her right hand again. "And yes, it rather does...I also think I should leave it at that for now...I've got some errands I needed to run." Neveah looked entirely apologetic; her antennae disappeared into her hair, and even her wings managed to lower somewhat! "But it was really nice meeting you, I hope we meet again!" They'd have to, considering they had a pact to off the other when she was in sickness!"Oh." Kierla gazed at Neveah with the same dazed look. "Shouldn't quotes come from...oh, I don't know. People who are important?" Well, whatever. It wasn't like anyone knew the 'quote' except for Kierla and Neveah; unless Neveah went around repeating the 'quote' to every person she met.
Taking the hand and shaking it once, Kierla smiled. Not bad, not bad. So Neveah...was a friend, in sorts? Maybe. She found herself feeling slightly sad that Neveah would have to go; their conversation had been an interesting one. "Yes, hope you see you again, sometimes..."
And Kierla went her way, mind filled to the brim with wonderings of Death and moon frogs.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 9:41 pm
Title
Private Journal Entry 005
March 20th, 2006
Diary;
Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find Spider paraphinalia? ITS BLOODY MURDER! I figured that I should get some things spider related for the Drow, just incase it is female and will try to kill me for not having anything to pay homage to the Spider Queen with. I went out recently, and I found a spider rattle! I couldn't believe it! Its the first thing with ANY image of a spider on it that I've ever seen. I was so happy that I bought it on the spot! Here, I even took a picture of it;
There, see?! ITS TRUE I HAVE SOMETHING WITH A SPIDER ON IT, BWAH!
As it just so happens, when I went to go book shopping I came across a fellow wand owner...only the thing he had wasn't a wand, it was a baby! The baby's name was Yashima, and he used to be a messenger for Inari, the Japanese God of Rice. The boy's 'Father', a man named Patrick, helped me out a lot with what to expect and what to buy for the little bugger once s/he gets here. While we were out, I found this!
PARENTING FOR DUMMIES! Finally a book made for someone like me! Its been my bible so far, I've almost read the entire chapter on infancy...because I never know when a baby is suddenly going to spring up near me. This IS Gaia, after all!
And I also bought a new quill! Isn't it cute?
I love quills so much. I don't know why, I just do. In any event, it seems that wand owners are making their appearances known to me! The day after I met Patrick and Yashima, I ran into a woman named Kierla who had a white wand with white wings on it, plus a little wisp-like thing coming out of the top. She was a strange woman, but somehow...I have this strange feeling that we're more alike than we want to realize. She dared me to prove that something like Moon Frogs exist, so I'm going to take that as a side job, considering my first and foremost job is the Spiderling.
On the plus side, I do believe I have someone who'll only happily kill me if I'm too sick to recover. Thats always really, really nice to know! n.n
Anyway, I have to go read some more. Toodles!
-Neveah
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 10:09 pm
Title
A Thank you Gift!
To Patrick
Letter
Patrick;
I'm sorry if I seem rude, suddenly dropping off this gift...but I just couldn't wait! I looked your full name up in a tome thats in the Wand Shoppe, so I used that to find your address. Again, I'm very sorry if I come off as rude for that! Anyway, onto business...
Thank you so much for all of your help a few days ago! It meant so much to me, so I decided to do more than just lend you some copies of the books on Inari. I gathered up all of the information I could find on Inari and the fox messengers, and I had them bound into a nice little book for your reference. You may keep this book, there is absolutely no need to return it! There are plenty of books on s/he here, so don't you even think of doing anything but keeping it!
There we go, I kept my promise and then some!
Thank you so much, and Have a great day!
-Neveah
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 11:22 pm
Title
Wisping!
Something comes out of the wand!
Neveah had read up to the toddler section of her parenting book. She'd kept the wand close to her, kept it warm in blankets and on her person. Neveah had done everything she could to keep the wand safe and warm. She'd called off all demands for letters from Philos. And through all this, nothing was happening. The Drow wand had, as of late, started to show signs of cooling down, no longer carrying that warmth that it used to, like on the day Neveah first touched it. Something was different about the wand now, and not knowing what else to think, the butterfly automatically assumed this occurance to be a bad omen.
"Oh no...oh no...what am I gonna do...?!" The butterfly panicked, holding the only slightly warm wand in both of her slender hands. Her wings fluttered in nervousness, and her heart clouded with guilt. Had she already killed off the soul? After all that work, was it all in vain? No, it couldn't be, that wouldn't be fair! "Oh God Oh God Oh God Please don't be dead...!" She begged the wand for this simple favor that meant so much...but as usual, she got no response. It was only a wand after all...its not like the thing had a mouth to speak with. One thing was for sure...Ianna and Matilda would absolutely murder her if she somehow managed to kill off the Drow's soul...its one last chance.
She wouldn't be able to live with herself if the little thing died on her! There would be no way she'd even feel the need to breathe air is she robbed a little one of its one and only second chance...there had to be some way to warm the wand, there had to be some way to bring the heat the wand once possessed!
Neveah tried everything after that. She tried putting the wand on the heater, she tried putting it in a bath of warm kettle water. Blankets and rubbings and heatpads and dog fur...nothing! Nothing worked. The wand would cool back down after a minute or two, as if nothing happened. It was starting to frustrate her, yet worry her to death at the same time...what was she going to do? What would she tell Matilda...?
One night, after laying the drow wand on a pillow in the guest room, Neveah finally told herself that she had in fact killed the Drow soul. Sitting down at the kitchen table with a pen and a piece of paper before her, the butterfly resolved to write a letter to Matilda and Ianna, apologizing for her lack of skills in just keeping a soul within a wand alive. Just as she put pen to paper however, a chilling sound caught her sensitive ears...she couldn't place it, but the slow, high-pitched whistle was enough to send chills of fear down her spine...and it was definately enough to raise the thin fur on her forearms.
At first, she tried to ignore it...but the noise got louder and louder, and more and more demanding. Pressing her hands to her pointed ears, the woman stood up, abandoning the paper and pen to go searching for the creator of this godawful noise. Eventually, her search led her directly to the guest room...where the wand lay on the pillow. With a strangled gasp, Neveah tried to walk into the room. However, her efforts were in vain; the piercing whistle broke her resolve and shattered her train of thought, not to mention throwing her resolve to move out the window. Even during this, she stubbornly stayed in the doorway, the words 'This must be what happens when the soul dies...' repeating themselves over and over in her whistle-clouded mind.
Then, the wand began to move. It jittered and jumped on the pillow, as if it too were agitated by the whistling noise that surrounded it. Shuddering for a final time, a dark black cloud formed around the wand, and then slowly the cloud lifted off of the pillow, taking the wand with it. Gasping out loud, Neveah tried her hardest to struggle forwards...something was trying to steal the wand from her! No, she wouldn't allow that! Dead or alive, disorienting whistle or not...she was going to keep that wand! She made a promise, and she wasn't going to let it go!
Gritting her teeth, Neveah slowly shuffled forward, moving towards the cloud of darkness that hovered in the middle of the room. Surprisingly, the closer she got to it, the less disorienting the whistle became! Spurred on by this, the butterfly moved closer to her target...but just as she reached out to take it...
The wind howled at her, kicking up a small cloud storm within the room. After a moment or two, the wind as well as the clouds created a sort of air whirlpool in the air above the woman and the wand, the very base of it coming from the spider's front two legs. The wind and the whistle eventually vanished, but in its place, hovering from between the spider's front two legs, rested a strange little wisp...
Blinking at the sudden silence, Neveah stayed still, still outstretched as if she were going to take the wand from the air. Little did she know as she stood there, willing her ringing ears to stop doing just that, the wand floated towards her, and nestled itself in her out stretched hand. When she realized the wand was on her grasp, the butterfly blinked curiously, focusing both of her angled eyes on the wisp that sprung from the very tip. "Uh...what...?" She breathed out, lifting her free but trembling hand to brush over the little wisp. Naturally, it was startling to feel absolutely nothing solid under her fingertips...there was much joy in the woman's face however, when she felt the warmth that had become all too familiar to her.
She hadn't killed the wand, it was just preparing to grow! The wisp was as warm as the staff had once been, though the staff still remained fairly warm itself. There were no words to describe how relieved Neveah was, accept perhaps.. "OH THANK GOD! I didn't kill it! I could...I could kiss Philos for this!" Considering Philos was probably one of the oldest, most wrinkled old men in the world...it was easy to assume she was very much relieved.
With a cheery whoop, Neveah lead the wisp and wand around the house, re-showing it every room and every everything she could find.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 10:17 pm
Title
Malen and Kishi
Ah! Female!
Read it here!
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 10:23 pm
Title
Airaka, Daniel, Malen, Kyocho
Ag! Big group in the library!
Read it here!
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 10:31 pm
Title
Patrick, Neph, Nai
Ag! Big group in the library!
Yashi stubbornly clung to his wand, little legs trembling under the weight of his own body, huff-snorting. "Tousan!" He squealed with a howl, clinging to his wand with a sniffle. "TousantousanTOUSAN!"Nephy wandered into the GOTP headquarters hoping to meet some new guardians or at least see someone that wasn't a teenager, she loved her kids but gods knew they were driving her crazy. She walked into the shoppe completley unnoticing of who was in there until she came a moment from kicking a pregnant male.
A smile gracing her lips Nephy looked at the man and his child "cute when they are that little aren't they?"The last howl of 'Tousan' would make a very rude wake-up call.
Actually, it was!
At the final, stubborn cry, the eyes of the once sleeping Neveah snapped open, widening...which was accompanied by the natural reaction of jumping to her feet, words of denial all ready on her lips. But again, fate wasn't kind. For you see, jumping to your feet was a difficult thing to do...
...When one was sitting in a chair at a table. So with this in mind, instead of jumping to her feet, she jumped up, banged her thin knees on the underside of the table, let out a cry of dismay...and fell backwards, head over heels with a rolling chair. Instead of words of denial, something more vulgar left her lips
"God damnit...where the hell am I...?" She groaned as she sat up, rubbing her lower back and gingerly touching her slightly crumpled wings. Damnit...thats going to leave a mark. It took her a few moments to realize that she was in the Headquarter's library...and once she remembered where she was (she'd fallen asleep doing research on Drow), she seemed to remember that it was a child's cry that'd started all this. Wait...child?
"I'M SO SORRY!" She yelled from the library, not wanting to brave getting up yet, but definately not wanting any young children repeating what she'd said. "He's not cute when he's trying to un-learn what little English he knows. Goddamn sailor Moon for tainting my fox-kit!" Patrick growled, reaching for the kitsune in question. Yashi squalled and fell back onto his diapered butt with a squeal. Luckily, he didn't land on his tail.
"...so. Who's sceraming 'aww ********' other then my spawn?" Patrick lurched towards yashi once more, only to have the child crawl away at him with lightening speed. He growledNeph smiled "Hey just be thankful he isn't watching bible black, that one warps kids deeply..." She glanced towards the library "Are you okay whoever you are?" She didn't really note the vulgarity loard knows she had said worse in front of her children. Speaking of children Neph kneeled down and smiled at Yashi "Hey little one." Once Neveah was brave enough to try to stand, she did. The second she did, the small purple wisp floated to her side, lightly brushing against her. Somehow, she doubted the wisp knew what it was doing, but at the same time...it was comforting somehow.
"Yeah...I'm alright...just took a little spill..." The butterfly admitted with a laugh, having composed herself enough to limp out of the library, the drow wand in hand and the wisp floating around her wrist still, as if attached.
"Hello! I'm sorry again...I didn't mean to scream like that..." Laughing nervously, she waved to the other two in the room, then to the infant who looked very familiar to her...Nai sleeps somewhere different from his usual nook in the branches of one of the trees in the garden. Now, he's sleeping on the couch in that little entertainment room, a controller of a video game in his hands. He'd been trying to figure the thing out all night, working at the buttons with abandon until he just gave up and let, fiddling with buttons elsewhere. Eventually he came back to it, but only succeeded in getting angry at the blank screen. Very simple reason he didn't get anything to happen: Neither the system nor the TV was on. Yashi squealed when the female came over, jumping a bit when she neared up, scrambling back on his hands. "Iya!" His voice rose to a pitch, scrambling away, tail in the air and sniffling. He didn't like girls. They felt...
They all felt so -
BOY. BOYBOYBOYBOYBOYBOY. NOT A GIRLTHING. The foxes head jerked up, small chubby hands moving to wave at the drow wand when - fwump! His chin hit floor and his face crumpled. ".....WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Patrick winced, skirting over and scooping the boy up, cradling him close to his chest. "s**t! s**t! Sorry - he's not really good with girls but..s**t! Yashi! You're okay!"
"W-w...WAAAAAH!"Nephrenia stood and took a step back at the reaction of the child "I am so sorry, I never ment to distress him truly." And she hadn't she had simply wished to see the child.
Oh well, her eyes travelled to the butterfly woman, "So... that wisp.. the wands do that?"Neveah's antennae flattened into her two-toned hair, once she recognized the little toddler. Of course, it took the boy's grabby hands at the drow wand to make her realize it. Bad folklorist, bad! She was about to say something more, but Yashima's wails definately cut her off.
"Oh my! Loud baby!" Neveah whimpered out, her hands clasped over her sensitive ears. The purple wisp lazily drifted from Neveah's wrist to 'brush' against the wailing toddler; even then Neveah was sure it didn't realize what it was doing. Maybe luck brought it closer to the loud baby? "Patrick! I pity you!" She whimpered out, before glancing towards the other girl in the room.
"Wisp? Oh, that thing!" The butterfly questioned, then instantly covered it up, pointedly looking at the purple wisp near Yashima's ears. "Yeah, it sprouts from the wand...its not very active though. I'm surprised it went over to the toddler, actually!" Her wings, though one looked a little bent out of shape, fluttered in discomfort then eventually pressed together behind her back. The butterfly was too busy watching her wisp with Yashima, that she failed to notice the man sleeping on the couch.((Much better.))
Nai woke up a little while after hearing the scream, holding his head in a massive headache. Geez... He didn't recall setting an alarm. He looks around for a bit before getting onto his feet and stumbling over to the doorway. There he sees the little group, plus a wisp that is much more active than his own. He pulls his wand out and looks at the, apparently introverted, wisp coming out of it. He puts this away and wanders over to kneel near the group.
"What's going on?" He asks."Oh, pardon me..." Neveah murmured, looking down at her watch, then at the nearest clock, as if to confirm the time was correct. "But I have to get going now...I'm sorry! I hope to meet you all again some day soon, goodbye!" With that, the butterfly hastily exited the area, her spider wand in tow
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 10:33 pm
Title
Private Journal Entry 006
March 18th, 2006
Diary;
Its kind of neat...I mean, all the things going on around me. I've met so many people so far, and really...more keep showing up! I've met all manners of people, and the spirits in the wands have been growing rapidly too. I mean, a sidhe, Inari's messenger, a succubus, a wyvern, and others! Part of me can't wait until they and my drow materialize, but the other part of me worries deeply for that time. I don't blame it...honestly, what kind of destruction could a Drow bring to my household?
Its scary, but at the same time...I'm dying to see it through.
Well, lets hope I don't die.
Anyway, I have a report to write to Philos...
-Neveah
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 10:34 pm
Title
Letter to Philos 1
April 16th, 2006
Philos;
Pardon my tardiness with this letter, I believe your secretary got my message about that earlier? I've yet to hear from you, so I'm taking this as the case.
A few weeks ago, I found a way to prove that what the woman, Ianna, told me about the wand was not a falsehood. The obscure idea that a Drow soul could rest inside a wand such as this is entirely plausable, and entirely real. Part of me was relieved after discovering this, the other part of me was not, all things considered.
It seems that the spirit will emerge in stages. After having the wand for a week or so, it began to cool down from its original warmth. For a while, I'd begun to think I'd somehow destroyed the little soul within...but this was not the case. One night, while alone in my house, I heard whistling. I walked into a room to see the wand, floating in the air and surrounded by an unnatural wind. When the wind faded, I was left with the wand, and a curious wisp emerging from the tip. The wisp is purple in colour, and the wand is a little colder than it once was...but thats probably because the wisp itself is warm with life.
This seems to be the wand's second stage, and my research leads me to believe that there is one more wisp-like stage before the spirit materializes as a real baby. I believe that the next stage is more baby-like, but still very ghost-like.
As a wisp, the soul doesn't do much. The extent of its movements is floating around my wrist lazily, occassionally venturing out for a minute or two before returning to me. I've been especially careful about being outside, and I've also been keeping the windows closed, incase a wind takes the soul away from me.
It has, however, brought about some highly unusual activity in my household. Since the wand 'wisped', there has been an increase in the amount of spiders in my house. It seems they are drawn to the wisp, and have taken up permanent residence in my house...in my food cabinets, to be exact. I've discovered a fear of spiders because of this, but I imagine I'll get used to it eventually, as the Drow are known for their affiliation with the arachnids.
As for gender, meeting with certain people has led me to believe that the wand is not a female, but a male. One prime example of this was during a meeting with a friend of mine and his female daughter...the wisp shied away from the girl, and nearly hide behind me. I'm taking this as a fear of women, and such behavior only fits a male drow. Somehow, I think my work will be a lot easier on this case, as I won't have to compete for head of the house with another female. It should be easier to live with a male drow, but we will see, won't we?
I've included a picture of the wisp and its wand, as well as a detailed outline of the larger nests of spiders in the house, for future research.
See you soon,
-Neveah
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:10 pm
Title
Easter Event!
Egg hunting in the gardens!
Read it here!
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 1:48 pm
Title
Preparations to Baby Room!
Lets see Neveah's research skills
During pregnancy, its always best to plan ahead for when its finally time to take your baby home. It is wisest to fix up baby's room just for them! Having them in their own bedroom early on helps develop more independence to carry with them as they grow up.
When planning a baby's room, don't forget to make sure he or she can't get into anything. Don't place the baby's crib near a window, especially one with strings. This may lead to suffocation once the child starts to play with the things around it. At the infant stage, it is best to keep the crib near a wall with the bars up, so the little one won't slip between the bed and the wall, and nor will he or she fall to the floor.
Other important items in a baby room is a change table and a sturdy dresser.
When painting the room, be sure to use gentle pastel colours that are inviting. Yellow, Blue or Pink are a few good choices. Boarders with designs on it are also encouraged, as the baby may take interest in the shapes and colours, therefore helping in the development of their eyesight.
Please also refer to the section on bedrooms in the infant section for more details.
Congratulations, you're one step closer to bringing home baby!
With a sigh, Neveah put down the baby book that proved to be the most useful and descriptive. Geez, babies were hard work! This one was probably even more hard work, considering its race...whenever she read something from her collection of baby books, she had to factor in the mere fact that she was not pregnant, and then she had to use what little anyone knew on the Drow to tweak what the books had said.
Naturally, this is a polite way of saying that even though its spelled out for her quite clearly, she was still thoroughly guessing.
Having read the section in the baby book, the butterfly shifted that book to the side and pulled out her notes on the Drow that she had collected. Being a folklorist, she was very, very percise with her work, and therefore not a single detail got left undocumented in her clean handwritten note.
Little is known on how the Drow raise their young, but we know for sure that the rooms are cluttered and dark, probably with stone walls and cots for a crib. They must have some special way of encouraging eyesight in their infants, as very little may give off a shape or a colour to decipher. Considering their infrared vision however, they probably stare at the heat patterns from what may give heat in the underdark.
"Wow, that was...informative." The sarcasm on her voice was not lost to the little purple wisp that floated lazily near her. In fact, once Neveah stopped speaking, Spiderling bumped into her, sending that odd sensation of goosebumps up her pale arms. "Geez Spiderling...you're not helping any..." She muttered affectionately, tweaking at the outskirts of the smoke entity with her index finger.
"Okay, so judging by what I've read here...I'll definately need a crib, a change table, and a dresser. So I'll write that down..." Looking between book and notes, she jotted down what she knew she needed onto a clean pad of paper. "Well, I'm guessing you'll have sensitive eyes when you materialize...so instead of pastels I'll have to make the room nearly black, or maybe completely black. Maybe with a few low watt lamps so I can see what I'm doing...oh, and curtains! We'll need heavy curtains..."
"I think I'll go with the baby book when it comes to the crib. I never told Philos I'd recreate a Drow household, after all! So I can tweak the rules a bit..so a nice, padded crib! Might as well pick up diapers and that while I'm out, too...you might not materialize for a while, but I've got the money now, so why not get a little bit ahead, eh?" She teased the wisp.
Shortly after, the butterfly went on mummbling to herself, going between books and writing everything she tweaked and needed onto her pad of paper.
Before long, she was out shopping for all the furnature a baby could need, plus some blankets and toys that she was told worked well with children. By the time she left, she'd not only had a crib, change table and dresser, but she also had a carseat (though Neveah rarely drove), a baby carrier, a walker, three packages of eighty diapers, six blankets, seven bottles, five packages of baby wipes, gumming chew toys, and an assortment of other toys and nicknacks babies were supposed to like.
Now that she had everything, it was only a matter of making the room.
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