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 Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 8:05 pm
The arrival.
The grey light of morning had long since crept over Port Gino, giving way now to the golds, pinks, oranges and other varied hues of sunrise. Endia, naturally, was fast asleep.
The lump in the queen-sized mattress had ceased to move a few hours ago. It takes a magical blend of vodka and lime cordial to achieve an entirely motionless, dreamless unconsciousness. Endia had perfected the recipe years ago. It was rare that the sun strayed into her room before midday. It had learned what was good for it, it seemed.
Her wards, however, seemed happily up and about, save for the little firey Seraphii whose habits were shockingly like her own. Piace, her little dancer, was skittering about the kitchen, readying it for the explosion that was Esme and Tacey to awaken. The two Aduthule rose as one and set about creating chaos, one with her incessant need to be the centre of attention, the other with her aggrivating habit of fading in and out of the eye of those around her, and using it to horrendous advantages.
Still, they were Piace's 'sisters,' and he loved them as such. And looked after them almost as a parent, it seemed.
Still, on this day something seemed different.
The sunrise seemed to hold it's breath a moment, seemed to slide a little slower over the Solluna hills. It did what little on this earth could- troubled the purple-skinned teen.
Something seemed to have slipped by his consciousness. The rhythm of the dance had changed, and his feet had not yet adjusted themselves. With a puzzled look, he stopped his almost constant humming, put down the quivering eggs in their pan, and set off about the house, leaning to look under tables and chairs.
It had to be there somewhere.
His search passed the other inhabitants, idle in their beds, without a hitch, until finally every inch of the house barring Endia's bedroom had met with his gaze. That would be awakening trouble.
He opened the door slowly, so slowly. Carefully, so carefully. Every few seconds his eyes flicked onto that lump in the bedding, breath catching in his throat lest he unleash the hangover.
And there, in the dimly lit room, was a faint glow, connected to a pair of chubby feet, and equally chubby hands. The feet sat on the bedspread, the hands were outstretched towards that lump. Piace's eyes widened as the space got smaller, smaller, until finally he could take no more and slammed the door, awaiting the outburst as Endia realised another baby had joined the family.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 12:04 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 10:38 am
 The Horizon. The area that seperates the earth from the sky. That great beyond that inspires and moves us all to believe there's something greater out there. Aube is the spirit of the horizon. Take her somewhere were she can truely see what she is and where she came from. Somewhere that stretches beyond our sight, to where the earth meets the sky. 
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Incantation Esprit Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 11:56 pm
Touch the horizon.
Not much time had passed since Endia had found her, this latest member of a household spinning out of control faster than her mind could cope with. The baby, at least, was less trouble than the two girls she had followed, causing little mischief and only prone to bursts of activity around dawn and dusk. But time wore on, and even Piace, the teenager who did most of the household running whilst Endia worked, needed time off. And so, one night as the sun set, the woman and the vibrantly hued babe set off.
They were going to the beach. An old friend had said this might appeal to little Aube, for the sea, Riife had said, was the merger between earth and sky.
Where the sun dips below the waves, there is no ground, no heavens, only that lingering carress of golden light on the crests of the waves, the kiss of a sun that leaves it's beloved behind it.
All too poetic for Endia, but if it kept Aube from bouncing about like she was on some substance Endia quite fancied trying, it would do.
The journey was a quick one, Port Gino being but a small town, and soon the white sand spread before them, stained pink and golden from the sky above. The glistening silicone bites sank into blue-black waters, only the tips, those white crests, obeying the sun's last hoorah, glittering in ways that could almost blind the beholder.
And there, hanging over the distant horzion, was the last of that golden orb, suspended in an orgy of colour. Reds, pinks, oranges, all danced in it's grasp, ignoring the black-blue of night stretching towards them.
"Home," Endia whispered in Aube's ear, seating herself cross-legged in the sand and plopping the infant in her lap.
"That's your home."
The babe seemed to grasp enough of this to whimper and extend a pudgy hand towards the glowing orb. She wanted to touch it, to hold it. She wanted to play with it! Those glowing fingers lit the growing darkness around her, as she whimpered and babbled at her "mother" to capture it for her.
"Not until you're 18," Endia spoke by force of habit, checked herself, then shrugged. It seemed to apply well enough.
Across the horizon, the crux of dusk had been reached, and hanging above the sea as if the moment had frozen, as if time itself obeyed this magical moment, the sun shone it's last few golden beacons, before the moment past, the dazzling point was gone, and it slipped beneath the rolling waves.
"Not until you're 18."
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 2:33 am
A long day on the job.
The door handle rattled, an angry thunk sounded on the door frame, and the handle rattled once more before the door gave way. A figure appeared in the doorway, ruffled and bedraggled beyond even her usual ways. She exhaled before shifting the toddler on her hip and allowing her scythe to fall on the floor with a thud.
Her striped hair was matted against her head on one side, and sticking up as if electrocuted, on the other. Her apparel was crumpled, rumpled, and stained with bright orange splodges. In her arms, Aube was just as messy, though looking rather more satisfied with the arrangement. Her multi-coloured hair was in a tangle atop her head, a fork stuck out of the arrangement. One hand was entirely bathed in orange, and her sund ress was now more orange with purple patches than the purple in had started as. She had no shoes at all, though one half-hanging sock had survived to tell the tale. Wiping one glowing hand against her cheek, the infant left a bright trail across the cheek, giggling with each centimetre.
Behind the pair, two girls trudged, one fading from view from the feet up, though her white hair was now overtly visible, given that it was as orange as a corn chip. Her twin, generally golden from head to toe, was now a sort of tarnished brass, and looking distinctly pissed off about that fact. Her once perfect ringlets stuck to her head aside from one section in the back that was reaching for the sky, defying gravity with alarming success.
The adult of the party let out a loud grunt as she collapsed onto a couch, and began attacking her boots.
"You three are never coming to work with me again."
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