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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 9:25 am
A Necklace, a companion?
Sayuri touched the circular pendant, hanging from the chain around her neck.
She wasnt sure what exactly it had been that had drawn her into the dusty shop. 'Through the Looking Glass'. That was the name of the antiques store. That day the streets, and indeed alot of her fellow Gaian's were festooned in green and gold colours to celebrate St.Patrick's Day. She herself had bought a small shamrock badge from a street vendor, pinning it to her coat and carried on window shopping. She was only out really to get some fresh air; there wasnt anything in particular that she had to buy and Rhiannon was old enough now to take care of herself for a few hours. Maybe she would get her nails done, she mused to herself. That was before she had walked past the old shop's window. She could just see inside the smeary glass, enough to see that it was what looked like an antiques store.
Well maybe she would have a quick look; maybe they would have an old fashioned folding screen - she had been looking for one of those. The door creaked a little and she walked in, peering around at the items on shelves, and those standing around the store. As she neared the counter at the rear of the store a woman popped out from behind it, introducing herself as 'Emme.' They conversed a little, and somehow during the conversation Sayuri found herself agreeing to purchase a necklace with some sort of mythological background. She joked that it supposedly belonged to a Celtic Earth Goddess called Tlachgta, but that it probably really was just the property of some priestess or other.
So what was the true story behind the emerald green piece of jewellery? Sayuri didnt know. She would have to wait .. and see.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 5:25 am
Sayuri had taken to wearing the necklace, everywhere and within every outfit. She hadnt visited the shop where she had gotten the necklace from since buying it but she would soon. She had been having strange and vivid dreams; of rolling green hills, stormy skies and a woman with long hair and a twisted wooden wand. She couldnt hear what the woman was saying - for she was reciting something, but she had a feeling that is was a spell of a kind for when the woman spoke the skies above her grew dark.
Then the dream changed; it was another time. The woman was screaming in agony, lying down on the peak of the hill, rain falling ceaselessly on her. The woman's stomach was prominent and round, she was obviously pregnant, and in labour. And then...that was when Sayuri awoke. When she had Rhiannon that labour was painful enough; she didnt really want to experience another womans - even if it was just a dream. If it was a dream..the woman - on one occasion she had dreamed that the woman was wearing a pendant. Which looked uncannily like the one around her own neck. She was sure her mind had just planted it there to spook her out. That had to be the explanation.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2005 10:26 am
 After a while, the necklace's color seems to be a bit off. It may or may not go unnoticed, but one warmer than usual night...
By the morning, the necklace's tone has changed completely.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 8:42 am
The nightmarish dreams had abated somewhat - and often times were interspersed with different, lighter dreams. Mostly of rolling green hills with arcing, brilliant rainbows stretching over them. Sayuri got a distinct feeling of anticipation - like she was on the cusp of finding something new. It was odd, but it wasnt until one morning that she realised it had heralded something. The pendant part of the necklace had changed colour!
It had not just changed from the emerald green to another one colour. It now resembled a captured rainbow itself. She wondered what on earth it meant - would it change colours again? Maybe - maybe she would take it back the shop she got it from and show them...
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 1:02 am
 The necklace doesn't change color, and for a while it seems to do nothing at all. But then, the surface starts to ripple. And the middle gets so light in color, that the colors are barely able to be made out.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 1:40 am
What with one thing and another, Sayuri didnt make it into the shop that day like she had planned. But the necklace had not changed again, and so she thought that she would just drop in next time she was in that part of town - no rush.
Until she awoke a few days later. She stood in her bathroom, brushing her teeth and tugged it from under her top. She spat toothpastey water onto her mirror in surprise, hurriedly wiping it off with a cloth and looking hard again. The middle was all...rippley, and the colours were fading from the centre. That was it - she was going to take this weird piece of jewellery back to the shop and find out what the heck was up with it!
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:10 am
 The necklace seemed to have different ideas about waiting. As soon as Sayuri's eyes were off the necklace, the pendent was gone.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:21 am
'Clothes..clothes.' she muttered, moving around her room still clad in her PJ's. She hurriedly dressed and as she went to pull the pendant out again and settle it on top of her t-shirt she realised what was wrong. It was just the chain. She looked around wildly, kneeling and searching the floor - did it fall off?
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:26 am
In the living room, where the end had apparently rolled when it hit the floor, a girl sat on the couch holding onto the pendent. The pendent had returned to it's original self in the girl's hand, but whoever the teenager was, she was definitely someone new in this house.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:43 am
(( Purty! ))
'Holy crap,' mumbled Sayuri, pinching the bare skin on her lower arm. Nope the girl was still there, her rainbow colour tresses spilling over her shoulders as she looked around, eyes shining with possible tears.
'Err hi?' she ventured, walking slowly over to the girl. Who fled, the pendant clasped tightly in her pale hand, running on slippered feet. She ran towards Sayuri's front door, wrenching it open and flew down the path, looking about her wildly. Where was she? Her heart thumped in her chest. More to the point who was she? That she remembered - just.
'Tlachta..' she murmured. Sayuri had caught up to her by now and caught what she said.
'That's your name?'
The girl nodded her head, and then her eyes rolled upwards and she collapsed in a heap on the floor. Sayuri managed to pick her up, the girl was slender and lighter then she looked. She put Tlachta into the bed of the spare room. She would have examined the pendant but the girl was clutching so hard to it that she could not prise it from her grip without fear of waking her. The pendant ... it wasnt just a dusty old piece of jewellery. But what would happen now? This Tlachta - she was meant to live with Sayuri was she? She made herself breakfast, and pondered what to ask the girl when she woke again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 8:45 am
15th April 2005
Dear Diary,
So there was something more to the necklace then just an old and interesting piece of jewellery. I write this, seated in the spare room. The beds occupant is still sparked out, fast asleep. Her oddly coloured hair is sprawled out on the pillow (rainbow coloured hair! who would have thought such a colour would ever be natural). But then what is natural about a teenage girl that through some weird magic came from a piece of jewellery?
Girl, her. I keep calling her that even though I know her name; Tlachta. She must have something to do with the Goddess myth...myth? Can I really still call it that after what I have witnessed? Teenage girls do not just appear from objects. The necklace is obviously hers...or was. When I found her it was clutched in her hand and she will not let it leave her. I put it around her neck as she slept and her hand moved up to clasp the pendant. She is very pretty. Her clothes are obviously Celtic in origin, and with her pale complexion and bright eyes she is obviously of Irish descent; except her multi-coloured hair which defys all conventions.
Sayuri closed her personal journal, tucking the pen down the gap that ran along the books spine. She tapped the leather cover idly with her fingernails and watched the girl sleeping. She didnt seem to be stirring and so she decided to visit the shop where she had gotten the necklace to see if anything like this had happened to anyone else that had purchased antiques from there. As the spare room door closed Tlachta opened her eyes, sitting up in the bed.
'Finally,' she whispered. The weird woman had gone. She looked around the room she had been quartered in. The stuff was weird. What was with the light that came on with a flick of some odd contraption? A magic candle? And what was the purpose of the strange square, hard object with the glass pane on its front? It was a completely alien contrivance to her.
She got off the bed, standing gracefully and running fingers through her tresses. She looked in the mirror that stood on a table in her room. Worryingly she only vaguely recognised her own visage! She knew who she was intellectually but this body seemed different to her. She knew her name, she knew she had a purpose in life. But beyond that everything was very confused - foggy almost. She knew something though. She was hungry..and as she shifted uncomfortably she was also full. She searched around for the outhouse. But all she could find was a weird white thing that kind of resembled a privy but wasnt outside. The situation was becoming rather urgent and so she used the white thing, and watched amazed as after she pressed down on the peculiar metal object that sort of resembled a handle, the 'bowl' of the white thing was flushed out with water.
She left the room, feeling better but still hungry. She explored some more and found a room that looked like a kitchen, but was filled with all the peculiar modern things that filled this abode. She searched the cupboards, finally finding a loaf of bread in a box. She tore into it, stuffing chunks of the soft white bread into her mouth. She was thirsty now, and opened something that held cold air within it. It was lit within by another magic candle and held food and drink in it. She moved packets and boxes around, locating a container that sloshed when she lifted it. It was milk and she gulped it down eagerly. Satiated for now, she closed the cold-box and wandered around some more. She found herself in a long room, another one of those plastic boxes with the glass front, but a larger version, dominated one wall of the room. She seated herself in one of the squashy armchairs, finally finding something that she actually liked.
'So much more comfortable then wooden chairs,' she mused, tucking her slippered feet underneath her. She relaxed, and being less hungry and very comfortable she nodded off.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:46 am
Tlachta woke up hastily, feeling like someone was standing over her and she screamed loudly before realising who it was.
'Hey hey its just me,' Sayuri said quickly, putting down her shopping bags. Tlachta's cheeks coloured a little in embarrassment but she covered it by snapping;
'Do not frit me like that then,' her voice a lilting Irish brogue.
'Sorry,' Sayuri replied. The girl stood, gracefully getting to her slippered feet and shaking her hair from tangles, running her fingers through it.
'You woke me for a reason?' Tlachta asked, leaning a little on the chair.
'It was an accident.' Sayuri stated.
'But now you are awake I can show you what I brought you. I mean...you seem to have arrived in my life for a reason. And I dont suppose you have anywhere to go?'
'I'm not..This isnt my fair isle is it? I'm not in Ireland.' Tlachta said sadly.
'I can tell. This doesnt feel like my home. The land doesnt know me.'
Then she looked at Sayuri.
'Brought..me? And why would you do this? Think you that I will give you my secrets if you ply me with pretty things?'
Sayuri laughed.
'No. I think that if you are going to stay here you will want to be comfortable. So I bought you clothes, under-things. I also bought some new linen for your bed. I havent had anyone stay in the spare room for some time and that stuff is a little old.'
Tlachta had by now bent down and was rifling through the strange containers that made crinkly noises in her ears. The clothes were a strange cut, and the material felt odd but she liked the colours. There were also some dresses - those at least she recognised. Sayuri picked up the bag with the bed linen packages in and went off to change Tlachta's bed. Pushing her hair impatiently behind an ear, Tlachta stripped out of her dress and tried on the new clothes. The trousers were something to get used to. She had thought only men, or farm-girls wore them but this must all be tied into the new modern place she found herself in. They fit well, and she had to admit that showing off the line of her shapely legs wasnt a bad thing to do. She took them off again, trying on the rest.
Once she had finished trying all the clothes, she dressed in her velvety green dress again, feeling more herself in the clothes she had arrived in. Gathering the clothes up, she took them up to the room that had been designated to her and was pleasantly surprised when she saw the new linen on her bed. It was green, with tiny flowers worked into the cloth as a design. She spilled the clothes onto the floor at her feet and sat on the bed.
Fatigue was stealing up on her and she yawned, lifting her feet and laying down. She stared up at the white ceiling. Why had she come here? And why did she not remember much more then her own name? She searched for the necklace, her fingers clasping around the pendant for assurance. This was so familiar to her, and with her one small feeling of security gripped firmly in her hand she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 10:07 am
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2005 10:07 am
Tlachta walked around living room, pacing a little as she listened to Sayuri;
'Tlachta please. You must see sense. You've only just arrived here and now you want to join the expedition to find the missing teens?'
The girl shook her head, her rainbow hair falling around her shoulders.
'I need to do something.' she said, looking straight at Sayuri.
'What kind of person am I to not lend a hand where I can? Besides, you were the one who said I should meet people. Can naught meet those who are not to be found. So I must go.'
'Dressed like that?'
'As you see me,' Tlachta picked up the cloak, securing the clasp.
'I'll be with others. I will be safe.'
Sayuri sighed, defeated by Tlachta's stubborn streak.
'Okay. Be safe and dont take any risks please?'
But Sayuri was talking to the air as Tlachta had already left, the front door banging behind her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 5:28 am
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