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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 5:32 pm
Day 29~
Dear Journal -
GAEL IS HERE! Yes, while Jizzy, Sanar, Tobias, Chao and I were inspecting the insides of the cave and hiding from the evil, evil rain, Gael's jar went from glowing faintly to breaking and turning into the most awesome little Gryphon ever.
But she doesn't seem to like me much. She... bit me.
That aside, I couldn't wish for a better gryph. She's awesome. I brought her home last night, after we got back from the cave, and she snuggled up on my pillow when I went to bed. Funny thing, Gael flat-out refuses to sleep in the bed that I made her in the main room. She is quite forcefully insistant on sleeping on my pillow.
When I woke up this morning, Gael was already up, perched on the windowsill and fogging up the glass. I don't know what she was staring at, but whatever it was, it intranced the little gryph. I asked her what it was, what she was looking at, and I was greeted with a n** on the finger and Gael scampering towards the door. I just barely caught her and scooped her up into my arms before she bolted out the door.
I decided to take her out then, just to see what she was looking at. We walked around the back of the house, staring at the feild behind the house. Gael was squirming in my arms as we got to the water barrel in the back of the house. Curious, Gael stuck her beak into the water and came up sneezing and spluttering.
"Was that what you were looking at?" I asked her as I dried her beak off with the corner of my shirt.
Gael looked at me blankly and then seemed to understand - at least a little bit. She turned her head away from my shirt-holding hand and gestured with her beak towards the feild.
But, we have yet to investigate, as at that very moment, my stomach gave a mighty growl and I looked sternly at Gael. "This shall have to wait, alright. I'm hungry and I'm sure you are too."
Sin.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 4:54 am
Day 31~Dear Journal -
Today I got a letter from Anthony Blakewell, detailing what jobs would work well for Gael, with regards to her natural tallent for them. I'm rather glad to see that Gael has a great talent for being a historian, my own major. I shall be able to help her once she begins to master her untapped talent.
Journal, I'm rather disturbed with myself, as I wrote that, I cackled an evil cackle to rival the one that Michael Crawford does in Phantom durring Il Muto. I must really stop doing that.
Anthony's Note A list of jobs has been compiled for Gael as follows: Gael: Historian (Researcher) 86% Hunter (Close) 55% Spellweaver (Elementalist – Air) 50% The higher the percentage the higher the natural talent in that area. If you could get back to me to let me know which of these jobs you would like Gael to do then i'd greatly appreciate it . Anthony Blakewell, Ar'Idil Administrator.
My Response Dear Anthony - Thanks so much for sending me the list for Gael's work potential. Knowing her, I would have to say that she would most likely choose to be a researcher if she could talk. Thanks again, Sin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 7:37 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 7:37 am
Day 35~
Sin sighed deeply and leaned back against the welcoming oak tree, enjoying the coolness of it's shade. Earlier that morning, Gael had decided that the best way to absorb a book�s contents was to eat it. Sin wasn't sure what she could come to expect from the young gryphon now, and had banned Gael from going near the books until she could think of a decent solution to the problem.
Sin glanced over her shoulder, where Gael was staring into the window, a lost expression expressed clearly in her eyes. Sin wondered what was going on behind those deep intelligent eyes. She padded silently towards Gael�s back, wondering what she was looking at. "Gael?" She asked, her hand raised to touch the gryphon between her ears, a place where Gael had made it very clear that she liked scratched.
Gael stirred, and rolled her head to one side, one black eye open slightly. She turned away from Sin�s open hand, and chirped somewhere between a growl and a startled peep. Sin followed Gael's gaze and found herself face-to-face with a large manila envelope that had been shoved into the window-frame, sheltered from last night's rain by the overhanging branches and roof of Sin's bedroom window.
An envelope? Sin thought, reaching past Gael to pluck down the thick paper. "It's okay, Gael." She bent down and showed Gael the envelope. Gael sniffed it curiously and then pawed the lettering on the front of it with her forepaw. "Oh! You want to know what it says!" Sin smiled and read out the front of the envelope to Gael. "Erasin." At Gael's questioning look, Sin continued, "I know it looks like more should be written there, but trust me, there isn't anything. This is Greek - an ancient stream of it. I think that I may be the only person on Gaia that speaks it." She explained this quickly, all the while glancing around, wondering who could have sent this letter.
The only problem was that she already knew who had sent the letter. It was obvious, no one outside of the several Greek scholars and her parent's extended family wrote in this sort of text, and even that was rarely. What bothered her was that she knew who among her mother's brothers would use this sort of lettering. And why, in any case would he be writing to Sin in the first place.
Gael pressed her beak into the ground, scratching out a shape in the sand, to Sin it looked a little like the first character of her name, the symbol that she had rarely seen out of statistics class. The 'E-psilon' which, in all technicalities, was the letter 'S' in English. "Wow, Gael." Sin marveled, idly scratching behind the gryphon�s ears. "That's quite good. Do you think that you can do an Omega? It looks like this." She quickly sketched the shape in the sand.
Gael chirped happily and scratched the letter out, carefully making sure that each of the open tail of the letter curled up slightly to suggest that there was more that could follow it. Sin smiled proudly. "Shall I tell you a story then?"
Gael turned her head, apparently confused at the question. What did writing letters have to do with a story?
Sin laughed, "I wanted to tell you the story of the god Hermes. He's clever like you are, and he learned to write in quite a similar way, only he was the one actually inventing the letters, not just learning them."
Gael seemed to agree a little more with this idea and settled down into Sin's lap, her head resting gently on Sin's knee, her paws folded up underneath it. She looked, Sin mused as she searched her brain for the right words, content.
"When Hermes was first discovered to he a god, his mother had left him alone while she slept. Durring her sleep, Hermes awoke and ventured down a mountain. He, as he is the god of tricksters and theives, decided to steal his brother, Apollo's herd of white cows. Now, these white cows were of great importance to Apollo, because they were considered to be his totem animal." Sin paused, her fingers brushing in Gael's ears. "Gael, you're special, as you have two totem animals. The stripped hyena and the secretary bird. We'll look at pictures of them later, as it's important that you know your heritage."
Gael chirped and Sin continued the story, but her thoughts were elsewhere. What was the purpose of the letter?
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Later, while Gael was napping in the sun, Sin ripped open the envelope. Something was off here. He never wrote to her unless something about their agreement had been changed.
Dear Erasin -
I have now sent you several notes at your previous residence, but as I have now been informed, you have moved, contrary to our agreement. I am displeased with you, and I would like to remind you that there are some things that you are not doing correctly, as per the terms of our agreement.
If you wish to continue your peaceful existence, be prepared for a visit sometime in the near future.
--A
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 9:22 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 5:08 pm
Day 38-9~ Sin wearily waited as the timer on the stove in front of her ticked slowly down to zero. Two hours had gone by. Why was the oven being so finicky? The cake that she wanted to cook was, well, still a pile of mush. Perhaps things would work better in the morning.
Sin gaged that it could be a loosing situation for her, so she decided to not worry about cooking and go to bed.
As she lay down, nestled next to Gael and her pillows, Sin felt content. She'd figure this out in the morning.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 7:02 am
Day 39 Sin awoke in the early hours of the morning, the sunlight streaming through her partly-closed blinds and into her bedroom. Across the way, and slightly into the living room, she could detect her uncle snoring and Gael's annoyed squeaks. Sighing, Sin pulled herself out of bed and poked her head around the wall to see what the commotion was about.
"Gael?" She called, her hair falling into her eyes and looking, in all honestly, like a family of mice had decided to live in it.
Gael was sitting on the arm of the couch, hissing at Cydius every time another loud, rather belch-like snore penetrated the silence of the house. Gael's hair was on end, and Sin could tell that the gryphon was very angry. She smiled slightly, "Gael, you've never met a person who snores, have you? It's perfectly normal, if only a little annoying."
Gael turned her head to stare at Sin, her eyes not quite expressing their understanding, as she glared angrily at the man who'd insulted her name as well as woken her up from her peaceful nap on Sin's head. No one could ever be forgiven for such a grave crime. She hissed again, and shook her head, her beak nearly hitting Cydius on the head.
"Come and make some breakfast with me." Sin said, picking up the gryphon and taking her into the kitchen. On the counter stood the remains on last night's cooking project, a sure mess indeed. Sin sighed, she'd have to clean this up later, something she wasn't too keen on doing.
She turned on the oven to 350, and got out a frying pan for some eggs. Gael had always loved eggs, and now the gryphon put on a slightly happier face and jumped up onto the counter, where she watched the eggs cook.
Adding in some cheese, Sin called to her uncle, "Hoi! Wake up!"
There was a loud snore from the other room, and then a yelp, as what sounded like the noise of Gael sinking her claws into her uncle's arm. There was the slight sound of a scuffle and soon Gael came running into the room, a satisfied twinkle in her eyes.
Sin shook her head, "Gael, what am I to do with you?" She asked, scooping the young gryphon up into her arms and scratching her behind the ears.
A minute later, Sin was forced to set down her charge as Cydius came bounding into the room, a slight trickle of blood coming from his arms. He looked, amused, if not a little angry, "Erasin! Did you ever think of teaching her manners? THAT HURT!"
Sin smiled, "She's only a gryphon, according to my information on the aerandir race, she's not supposed to really understand us until she grows up a little bit." Sin shook her head at that last bit of information, Gael understood her very well, and the books that she had been reading to her for almost as long as she'd been Gael's guardian were proof enough to Sin that Gael was far more intelligent than the rest of her adopted children were at her age. "Although, I believe that Gael is growing up to be a smart one, verrry smart."
Cydius laughed, his round face cracking into a genuine smile, a true rarity on his normally jovial features. Almost as suddenly as he smiled, it vanished, replaced with a business-like look. "Come, let us eat, I have much to instruct you on." He glanced at the clock. "My time here is waning too."
Sin set the plates on the table, and Gael jumped into her lab. Smiling slightly, Sin stabbed a few pieces of egg and offered them to Gael, who clicked happily and began to eat. "Uncle, you have been distracted since you first got here, why?"
"He is coming for you, Erasin." Cydius said, "I had intended to take you back to your parents today, but when I saw that little rascal, I didn't think that moving you would be wise. You have to understand that you are in great peril. He doesn't want to play his games anymore. You need to be warded, and protected."
"I have warded the house." Sin protested, stabbing, perhaps too enthusiastically, a piece of egg.
"Yes, but you yourself, and Gael as well, both of you need to be warded to protect you from his prying eyes." Cydius reached under his shirt and pulled out a small disk-shaped amulet. On one side, there were the runes that Sin recognized as the ones that would protect the wearer from prying eyes. Whispering a word, Cydius drew his hand along the amulet, splitting it's fine bronze into two disks. He wordlessly tied cords around both of them and handed them to Sin. "One for you, and one for Gael." He pushed back his chair and smiled at both Sin and Gael. "Now I must leave you, for my time here has long since expired."
With a breath of air, blessed by the north wind, Cydius vanished into the floor, leaving only a un-eaten plate of eggs in his stead.
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Dearest Journal -
It has come to my attention that I have no longer been writing in you as much as it could be desired. Please forgive me.
Gael now has an amulet to seal her from prying eyes. I don't know how well it'll work, but I think that my uncle's magic is stronger than most. I hope that I can find a way to get rid of this sense of dread that I'm feeling.
I worry for Gael, but later, we're going out for a walk.
Sin
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 5:55 pm
Erasin's home, as he approached it, seemed to him a little overgrown but his own taste was very hard to apply on such a wild Island as Ar'Idil. Sweet flowers such as violets and marigolds didn't much like the sandy conditions of the Island chain. His sandals tapped noisily on the path leading up to the home, his presence announced to anyone within earshot.
He hoped that the guardian would be in as he very much wanted to give this item to her personally. Feeling that leaving it without explanation might not only bewilder the woman but also have an adverse effect on the development of the young Aerandir at hand he felt it would be remiss of him not to hand it over to her.
Anthony approached the door, stepping up onto the small porch, and rapped on the wooden frame. He waited patiently, listening for any sounds of life from within.
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Anthony Blakewell Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 6:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 6:36 pm
Anthony brushed an invisible speck of dust from his jacket as he stood waiting. He had never really talked to this woman before and knew her only through correspondance. He had heard of her venture into the caves, though, and the knowledge that she'd go to seek for interesting things in such a place touched a chord within him. He hoped that her trip would have made her more receptive to the item he now carried, as well as its significance.
He smiled a little nervously as she opened the door, bobbing his head slightly in a brief nod. "Miss... Erasin?" he ventured, hoping as one does at the very last moment, that he had not gotten the wrong person. "I... have a delivery for you." he said, holding up the bulky letter he had been carrying. It had her name upon it, written in a slightly flowery hand.
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Anthony Blakewell Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 5:53 pm
Sin opened the door to discover a rather flustered looking man, but one she recgonized instantly, "Anthony!" She said happily as she opened the door. He looked rather... ah... embarassed, but what Sin really latched onto was the fact that he had used her birth name, which was not something that many people on the island knew. She faltered a bit, and was silent as he presented her with a thick envelope.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Sin inclined her head, "What's in the envelope?" She asked, her brows knit as she tried to make sense of the new development. Anthony knew her name.
"And how do you know my given name?" She added as an after thought.
Gael's nose poked it's way around Sin's pantleg as she also inspected the newcomer, who smelled like rain and the woods. She decided that he was of the 'alright' sort, and made her way out to greet the man.
Placing a paw on his leg, she looked up at him, her eyes betraying the laughter she felt.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 6:41 pm
"Ah.. uh.. the letter, yes!." he said hurriedly, offering it towards her. "well, you see, the Aerandir seem to bind themselves to an object in order to grow into their humanoid form. I had the pleasure of choosing this one for her. As a historian I thought this might be appropriate for her.. being as it's.. well, why don't you open it and see?" he said, smiling somewhat.
"Your given name, oh... is that innapropriate?" he flushed slightly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't sure, that's what was on the documentation I was given about all of the owners. If you'd like me to address you some other way then please tell me what you would prefer, Miss." He paused, slightly out o breath.
Looking down he spied the small gryphon at her feet. "Ahhh!" he exclaimed, all fluster forgotten. Kneeling down he looked over Gael with a curiosity driven fervor. "This must be Gael!" he said, offering a hand towards the little gryphon. "I haven't had the pleasure of seeing her before."
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Anthony Blakewell Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 5:00 am
Sin smiled slightly, before taking the envelope. "So Gael will grow if I give whatever's in here to her?" That sounded like an interesting development, as Gael had been demonstrating many signs, at least in Sin's mind, of wanting to become a bigger, better person.
At Anthony's awkwardness, she grinned, "It's just that that name - I somehow attach it to my childhood. I have demons. Lots of them." She nodded, and then ripped the envelope open.
She knew that Gael was more than ready to begin to tell stories, already, when she thought no one was looking, Sin had caught Gael playing with some of her discarded dolls - moving them around, clicking to herself. The young gryphon, as Sin figured, would be a wonderful storyteller, and her natural curiosity made her investigatory skills made her prime for the job that Sin had choosen for her in her infantacy - a researcher.
Gael, perched on Anthony's leg, did not understand the silence that had come from her mother's real name being used. As far as Gael knew, there was very little that Sin could do about what she was called, as could Gael. Cydius had made that very clear to her. But Gael liked this sandy-colored boy. She clicked happily.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 12:25 pm
"Yes, the item in there will hopefully cause her to take on her more humanoid form.. a wisp form first though I believe." he sighed a little "We're still not sure WHY is the thing, it's all very confusing." Inside of the envelope:
As well as a rather odd list of random items. We ask the ownrs to find the rest of the items for the change as it brings them closer, we feel, to the child. It's less... clinical, perhaps, but in the end these children need a home, not a laboratory."
"Ah, I see" he said, referring to her comment on her name. "Is there something you'd rather I call you?" he asked as she ripped open the envelope, his hand still hovering in front of Gael, not wishing to pet her if she didn't wish it since she had a rather wicked looking beak despite the friendly overtones.
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Anthony Blakewell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 1:30 pm
Sin smiled and read over the letter, she bent and showed it to Gael. "What do you think, little one?" She asked, smiling slightly as the young gryphon sniffed the artefact and inspected the paper it was attached to at all angles.
Gael was facinated by this new development that the sandy-coloured man had brought with him. It was ... interesting to say the least, and Sin seemed to think that having her look at it was a good idea. Gael wondered if the artefact was eddiable...
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