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 Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:56 am
Guinevere’s crimson orbs surveyed the scene of destruction and devastation before her, forked tongue clicking thoughtfully against the roof of her mouth. The tunnels collapse had been her fault, having been over eager in her attempts to expand the den that she had misjudged the stability of the support beams and the construction as a whole. I guess pregnancy really does make you absent minded, the woman thought to herself, leaning on the shovel at her side while idly caressed her swelling stomach with her free hand. Although she probably should have been resting and taking it easy, Guinevere was hardly one to sit still when there was work that needed to be done – especially when there was no one, aside from herself, around to see that things were completed. With every passing day her ability to work and expand her dwelling, the building of a nursery being at the top of her list, dwindled; and the naga was likely to have even less time after her baby’s birth. Hence, things needed to be begun and completed as quickly as possible.
Unfurling her ivory extremities from beneath her, Guinevere slithered forward and began to shovel the smaller debris into several buckets she had dotted around the scene. The snake-woman hadn’t gotten very far before something amongst the dirt and rocks caught her attention, something that was distinctly un-earthen despite its russet colouring. A frown creased her pallid brow as she stooped to pick up the canister, shaking it gently to try and discern what rested within – a tactic which yielded no results.
With much effort Guinevere pried the container open, gently removing the fragile manuscript from within. This certainly hadn’t been something the naga had been expecting to find buried within the confines of her abode, and admittedly she more than a little curious as to the contents of the still furled scroll. Running her finger beneath the seal Guinevere carefully unfolded the fragile piece of parchment, allowing her eyes to rove over the images that greeted her. Strange characters graced the pages top, ones that were undecipherable, but the illustration of a rainbow was clear enough – especially given the aged appearance of the scroll.
“Curioussss” the naga hissed, brushing a pallid finger over the surface of the document. Returning her find to its canister, Guinevere placed the object carefully to the side as she returned to her excavation. She would examine it more when time permitted, attempt to decode and translate the words upon the page and ascertain the scrolls origin – or, if all else failed, find someone who would be able to do that for her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 7:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:44 am
Journal A must peculiar event has occurred, one that has left feeling rather befuddled. The strange scroll, depicting the image of a rainbow, no longer exists, at least not in its previous form. Rather, it has transformed into a child, a young girl. I was informed by two researchers from a branch of the Royal Library of Alexandria that the child, whom I have named Aya, was sealed away in the scroll; however, my enquiries into why such a thing occurred were blatantly ignored. Now, in retrospect, it seems to be of little importance (although I remain curious) considering the beacon of joy and happiness it has instilled in my life. For, truly, Aya is a delight.
For now my writings must cease, for my time now has a new focus. Sweet partings.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 12:44 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:39 pm
Despite the protesting squirms and wriggles of the fair-haired child, Guinevere continued to hold Aya close as she navigated her way through the holiday season crowds in the overly-decorated department store. The naga was far from comfortable, dodging this way and that, cursing under her breath as her tail was trodden on by another inconsiderate shopper. Having ventured out for the sole purpose of finding clothing, toys and other infant supplies for her daughter, the naga found herself debating whether it would be easier and less stressful to allow Aya to run around naked instead and emerge to search for provisions once the holidays were over.
As a break opened up in the crowd Guinevere was quick to make a b-line forward, even more thankful for the reprieve when the rough path deposited her in front children’s clothing store. Finally, the frazzled woman sighed inwardly, slithering toward a rack containing brightly coloured sets of snow appropriate attire. “What do you think little one?” Guinevere spoke tenderly, a faint smile gracing her lips as Aya reached out to pull several of the garments toward her. Babbling happily, and now distracted from her earlier attempts to escape, Aya grinned at her mother and emitted a high-pitched sound akin to a squeal and a giggle that indicated her approval. Ok... I can offically say. I. Hate. Humanity. Period. End of conversation. That was about the only thought Isdra had had since she had walked into this hell hole called a mall and for some unknown reason the only thought she continued to have. It didn't help that Arowana didn't have any legs. That in her mind was worse then having a screaming kid. At least with a screaming kid you could put them on you hip and not hurt your arm. But 'ya know, mer-people had to be challanging.
Glancing around her, not that she saw anything other people's body parts, she tired to get her bounds of where she was. Catching a quick glimpse of a bench, she pushed through the crowd and quickly jumped on it, looking above most of the peoples head. "AH-HA!" Isdra shouted as she saw the store and jumped down and pushed through the crowd to get into it. "My freaking god people," she muttered as she pushed on last person out of the way, finally getting into the story. "Is it really that hard to walk?! I mean I can do a back bend with out caring, they should be able to learn to walk."
Dusting herself out, she turned and set Arowana in one of the cribs the had at the store. "Sorry Ara. I know you don't like crowd in all, but you and Grey need clothes. And you know how I dislike even associating with your dearest twin." She smiled and gave the small child a quick pat on the head as she rearranged all her clothing. “Aya, no, they aren’t for eating” Guinevere said with a light laugh, prying several items of clothing from her daughter’s mouth. Aya merely grinned at her mother, seeming more then a little proud at turning crisp red material into a soggy mass. Shaking her head in good humour, the naga laid the garments over her arm and turned back toward the stores entrance – searching for a basket to hold her purchases. Locating the dark blue plastic containers and depositing the damp clothing within, Guinevere paused to case the rest of the shop in hopes of discerning a general direction of travel. Failing to spot the other scroll child and the mer-infant amid the hustle the naga continued to scout the room; a frown gracing her features as she was left deciding where to start. In truth she knew little about the types of things that Aya would need, although she was going to do her best to debate, reason and rationalise as she shopped.
Having little concern about the busyness, Aya occupied herself with taking in the different sights, sounds and smells of the store – finding it exceptionally different from the sub-terrain, earthen abode in which she lived. All the people seemed so strange to her, not possessing the same tail and pale skin of her caregiver; but the child’s eyes lit up and her happy expression brightened as an unusual girl and her equally unique companion caught her eyes. Reaching toward the pair, squealing and babbling in excitement, the spirited child waited for somebody to notice – whether it be her mother, who she hoped would move closer, or the teenager and the toddler with her.'Ugh!' A loud grunt she had believed she'd only thought escaped her lips as she gave up on her skirt. It had been a futile to get her skirt back to a presentable appearance, but after the mad dash through the mall, the baby food that had gotten on it in her attempted to control Arowana's carseat, and the fact she had actually sat in it, the skirt refused to go back to it's original cute state. Her clothing was never meant for wear and tear, just appearance. The very thing her child siblings seemed to be brought to this earth to do. Weather it via spit-up, a food-fight, or Greyling's obnoxious obssesstion with markers, they some how managed to wreak them more everyday.
And, to join the ranks of her obnoxious sibling, Arowana, had to cry. And cry... And cry. The poor child had looked up. Not a good thing since her eyes were the most light sensitive things her teenage sister had ever seen. "Arowana! Come on baby girl, stop crying! Don't worry, you'll be fine!" In a frantice search, Isdra began patting herself down as quickly as she could. It was a less then dignifying show for the teen, but she felt horrible for her sister, not to meantion slightly embrassed. "Ah crap..." Realizing she had forgotten the mer-baby's sunglasses, she picked up Arowana and covered her eyes with her hand in an effort to calm her down. Though, it only serve to scare her and provoked a louder cry. The shrill crying wasn’t something that would have remained unnoticed and unacknowledged by those within the immediate vicinity, and Guinevere was no exception to the unspoken rule. Frowning, turning at the waist toward the sound, the naga was quick to analyse the situation and moved, as quickly as the crowd would allow, to a stand containing all manner of brightly coloured and decorated sunglasses. Seizing a random pair, which would prove to be of aquamarine colouring when the naga bothered to examine them, Guinevere slipped awkwardly back through mass of people and offered the sunglasses to Isdra with a faint, knowing smile. The snake-woman had her own issues with eyesight, namely that hers was worse then poor, although she had learned to compensate through the use of vibrations through the ground. “Maybe thissss will help?” Guinevere suggested, still holding the glasses within pallid fingers.
Having achieved her objective, Aya laughed and giggled to herself; reaching toward the tailed toddler with a mix of eagerness and concern for her tears. She found the other child fascinating, comforted by the semi-familiarity with her lower limbs yet intrigued by their uniqueness. Struggling and wriggling her legs until her mother shifted her, allowing her lower extremities the freedom they wanted, Aya kicked her legs and waited for the other child to do the same – wondering how her ‘legs’ worked. Shifting around quickly and grabbing them, Isdra nodded but only briefly noted the person offering them. Her main concern was the skreeching child in front of her. After taking a minute to make sure she didn't stab the toddler in the eye, Isdra placed the sunglasses on the girl. Arowana's fit didn't quit for another thirty seconds, only because the tailed child hadn't opened her eyes until then, but once she had her screams quickly stopped and the mermaid was reduced to sniffles and sobs. "Shh... It's ok, babe. It's ok." When Isdra was confident in the girl's silence, she turned bowing her head to the woman infront of her before even looking. "Thank you VERY much.... How did you know?"
Arowana blinked through the aqua tinted lenses and then smiled at the blond smiling toddler in front of her. Flapping her lower half around, she managed to hit the girl briefly with the tip of her fin, pleasing herself in her fins' reach. "Gah." She announced in a form of introduction between the two toddlers, hoping... Well, she forgot what she was hoping when she noticed the girl's gaurdian's area below her rump. Within instances, she was reaching, 'goo'ing, and all together trying to find a way to reach the smooth tail-like extremities of the women. They were like her own... Kind of. Offering Isdra a faint smile, one that expressed her relief that Arowana’s cries had ceased as well as her acceptance of the teenagers thanks, Guinevere answered – “I have my own vissssion issssuesssss, although they fall on the oppossssite end of the sssspectrum. That knowledge, coupled with the warmth, and assssumed brightnessss of the lightssss, made it a logical conclussssion”.
“You’re welcome” the naga added as an afterthought, inclining her head in a similar fashion as the scroll teenager. Lifting her crimson orbs, all the more vibrant due to the pale features in which they were set, the woman adjusted the toddler in her arms before proceeding to make formal introductions. “I’m Guinevere, and this is my daughter Aya. It is a pleasure to meet you...”. The sentence trailed off, waiting for the teenager to insert her name and that of her young companion.
Aya giggled delightedly as the fin’ brushed against her feet; their clean coolness momentarily startling to the girl. “Gahhhhh!” the blonde child echoed enthusiastically, grinning obliviously in the face of Arowana’s distraction.
Turning her attention to the toddler, Guinevere couldn’t hide the smile in the face of the mer-child’s eagerness and excitement. Shifting her weight forward to balance herself, the naga lifted the lower extremities of her tail to within the toddlers reach. “Not as impressssive as yourssss little one” Guinevere commented lightly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:32 am
Journal Aya is bright, in every sense of the word. In the many months she had been in my care I have yet to see her cry, witness tears stain her pale cheeks, and have caught only the briefest down-turnings of her mouth. The earthen depths of my abode now seem filled with ‘colour’, a light that was not afforded to them before now. I have no doubt this is because of Aya; sweet, vibrant, delightful little Aya.
As for my pregnancy, it continues on; although it is with much relief that I can write the nausea has passed, for the most part, although there is the occasional resurfacing of this bothersome symptom. Feelings of tiredness seem to onset more rapidly now, spurred on by Aya and her boundless energy, but I do not blame her for this, and would honestly have it no other way – and at least this way I will be well rehearsed on dealing with fatigue when the little one arrives.
Speaking of the little one, I am beginning to feel little flutters of movement from inside; although whether from a hand, tail or other appendage I cannot tell. Regardless, it all only makes me all the more excited about the birth, heightens the eagerness to meet the life growing inside of me; but it also serves to ‘slow’ time, to make the wait all the more excruciating.
I hear Aya stirring from down the hall, her happy giggling and bright singing of her toy, and I’d best tend to her. Farwell. 
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 1:40 am
The chill of winter had finally given way to the gentle warmth of spring; and with the beginnings of new life inspired a renewed sense of wellness and energy in Guinevere. It had been challenging over the colder months, a time that the naga usual spent in hibernation, to remain the active and doting parent to her daughter Aya; but all this was of little concern now that summer was approaching once more. In fact, Guinevere’s exuberance had even driven her to face a dreaded and most challenging task – shopping. The woman hated crowds and the claustrophobic feeling that accompanied them, but the need for supplies, both for Aya and her unborn child, could no longer be denied.
Lifting her crimson eyes upward to take in the bright pastel sign, decorated with cartoon images of bucktoothed children sporting wide grins, Guinevere inhaled sharply and pushed her widened figure the stores entrance. What greeted her, isle upon isle of unfamiliar and frightening paraphernalia, caused her head to swim; and the naga found herself grateful that Aya was still sleeping comfortably in her arms, leaving her to deal solely with the startling reality of the store without needing to tend to her child also.
“I wonder if a look assss losssst as I feel” Guinevere hissed quietly, ivory countenance turning from left and right as she attempted the gain her bearing."For the one hundred million, billion, trillion, gazillionth time... you are not fat!"
A few passersby gave Aiodhan the oddest look as the words fell from his mouth, probably wondering why he had projected his voice so loudly. Truth be told, Aiodhan himself wasn't quite sure what had inspired him to speak so loudly, loud enough likely to carry from the sidewalk outside through the doors and into the store itself. Being half-dragon had its drawbacks, and a naturally loud voice was one of them.
Oops.
Attempting to look innocent, Aiodhan quickly padded after his mate, realizing he had just created a scene for absolutely nothing. Amyla wasn't listening; she had tuned him out somewhere around the word 'million.' That meant that his little stir had been all for naught, and he was still faced with the problem of a cranky, occasionally weepy, hormonal mate who wasn't pleased by the fact that she was getting awfully... large.
"Keep up, Fuzz," the short woman called back over her shoulder, making the hybrid growl and hurry his pace all that much more. He hated that name. He let out a prolonged groan as soon as they were inside; how had he gotten himself roped into shopping again?Much like the passersby outside, Guinevere too turned at the rather loud statement. It wasn’t hard to find the source of the sound, and, despite the sentiment behind the words, it clearly hadn’t had the desired effect. For a moment, sympathy over-road the naga’s feelings of bewilderment, although the emotions were quick to return as Guinevere turned back to the baby products. When Aya had emerged from her scroll she had been a toddler, and, although there had been the process of toilet training, there hadn’t been the need for the same delicacy and an overwhelming number of confusing knick-knacks.
Lost in her myriad of thoughts, the albino woman failed to notice Aya stirring from her slumber, undoubtedly the result of Aiodhan’s vocal projection, until the child uttered a noise that registered halfway between a yawn and an excited squeal. For, even in her drowsy state, she had managed to spot the winged and tailed draconic male. Wriggling in her mother’s arms until she was finally lifted her higher, Aya hung over Guinevere’s shoulder with her arms extended toward Aiodhan, continuing to squeak and babble to gain the man’s attention.Amyla moved inside with assurance born of many years of practice. She knew exactly to where she was headed, and she had every intention of getting there as soon as possible, until she heard a lot of curious baby-talk that distracted her from her mission. She spied the toddler and the female the toddler was held by. Long years of treating those of various races told her instantly that the female was a naga, and she was instantly curious.
Her mate, however, was more curious, especially since the girl was aiming her baby talk at him. After a brief moment of simple, inquisitive staring, the dragon-man padded a few steps closer and gave the happy child a wave. "Hi there. Wish I could be as happy as you about being here," he said, knowing his words were likely falling on uncomprehending ears. Ah well. It made him feel better about being dragged out here.Delighted that the unique man was moving closer, Aya grinned broadly and returned Aiodhan’s gesture with a two armed, enthusiastic, wave of her own. Now that he was closer, the toddler found the extra extremities all the more intriguing and commenced wriggling and squirming within her mother’s arms, designed to cause her mother to set her upon the ground so Aya could get a better look at the dragon-hybrid.
At hearing an oddly familiar voice from behind her, one whose words left her rather puzzled (especially considering Guinevere wasn’t all that happy at being here), the naga turned abruptly; crimson eyes widening in surprise at the figure standing behind her. For a moment the woman merely studied Aiodhan, unsure of his intentions, but was quick to relax when she noticed Aya’s eagerness; trusting her daughter’s judgement. Setting the toddler on the floor and ensuring she was steady, Guinevere turned her attention back to the draconic man. “At leasssst I’m not the only one unhappy about being here” the woman uttered, forked tongue flicking past her lips as she spoke.
Now free from her mother’s arms, Aya charged quickly toward Aiodhan, by passing the man entirely in favour of latching onto his tail.Had it been a few years earlier in his life, Aiodhan would likely have run for the hills at the sight of a strange child charging straight for him. As it was, he had experience with small beings and was well-used to having various portions of his odd anatomy being grabbed at. He simply chuckled softly as she claimed ownership of his tail.
He then turned his attention back to the mother, who wasn't of any species he knew of. He tilted his head to one side to look curiously for a moment and then gave a wry grin. "Yeah, this wasn't exactly my idea of fun. Has to be done at some point, though." He made a face. "Who dragged you here?"
It took Amyla a few moments to realize that her mate hadn't followed her into one of the aisles. The woman sighed and placed the boxes she had been looking at back on the shelves before backtracking to find where her mate had... wandeered. She found him, talking to the naga she had seen earlier with a small, strange child clinging to his tail. Her frown instantly transformed to a grin; she was never going to let him live this down. “I dragged mysssself here” Guinevere replied, pallid hand lifting to caress her swelling stomach. The woman still sounded unenthusiastic at having to find herself in the current environs, although knowing she wasn’t alone in her reactions provided some comfort. “Wassss a bad decissssion made after the post winter sssslump” Guinevere elaborated, adding a moment later – “and one made worsssse by my utter lack of product knowledge…and ussse”
Having been victorious in seizing Aiodhan’s tail, Aya stroked the scaled appendage in wide-eyed awe; small fingers tracing around the scales awkwardly. The man’s tail felt a lot like her mothers, baring the same unique and crisp texture, but at the same time it was different – and, within the toddlers mind, there was one way to tell the difference. Clinging to the additional limb to steady herself, Aya lifted one leg over the tail until she was straddling it, and, once she had seated herself, proceeded to squirm and stamp her feet. “Rwide, rwide!” the little girl chanted, grinning broadly up at Aiodhan.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:02 am
((Reserved - Amyla and Aiodhan [Meeting Reflection]))
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 4:42 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 9:38 am
Early one morning the household awakes to find the front window busted in and the entire downstairs destroyed. Papers are flung about, cushions ripped open. It looks as if someone had been looking for something rather diligently, despite the fact that no one seemed to have heard the intruders. However, painted on the floor in front of the stairs is a large red cross, a very telling clue.
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