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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 5:45 pm
Cat among the pigeons.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:02 am
Quest Time!
With the household Eydis has to endure, it's no wonder she has a hard time coming out of her shell. Nevertheless, she will have her day to shine, even if it has to be in the diamond-in-the-rough way.
Out of the prying eyes of family and into her own little world of flourishing imagination, have Eydis and Frozen do some exploring outside of their boundaries. Whether that means learning a new, previously undiscovered, possibly snuffed-by-family talent, or actually embracing the world and exploring what is has to offer, is up to you.
But make sure she's back in time for dinner! A lady must'n't be late.
Good luck, young Forgotten!
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 4:57 pm
Quest- Snow Blossom.
The Manor had sunk into all-out warfare. Though Frozen's wounds had been minor, to say the least, and most of the fuss was in his general fashion, that final blow had been lain, and Eydis had recoiled from her apparent 'sibling' in more disgust even than she had previously felt. Yes, this was war, and Eydis was not afraid to fight. But before hatching plans, she needed a place all to herself, away from Breena and her chaos, a place that even Ceiba's beloved library could not pretend to be. And so, with Frozen lovingly tucked into the crook of her elbow, the young girl set off into the dim light of a winter's morning.
It was immensely chilly, and even the wool coat wrapped thickly around her small frame shuddered with the breeze whipping up the thin snowfall on the ground. It mattered little to a child seemingly born of ice, which was some luck, for those with higher core temperatures would have been bitterly uncomfortable.
She was not sure where to go. The town of Port Gino had too much bustle, the Luna village had fallen under Breena's territory, and Eydis had never explored The Manor's full estate alone. There was much Lady Naita had never shown her, even though she had entrusted Eydis with the secrets of court. At the memory of that place, with that horrid, horrid man, Eydis shuddered. Well, she and Frozen would find their own little place, away from the world. She stopped short of saying their own kingdom, for the party at the house, too, remained in her memory, and the confusion it caused was severe.
She set off, mouth set in a determined little line, hood covering her white hair and half her face, grey cloak setting off the pale little avian in her arms in a way most picturesque. Luckily, any to behold this quaint little image knew not the stream running through Eydis' mind courtesy of that daemon.
Are you sure it's safe? Where is that beast of a girl? Is she still asleep? She's not safe, you know. Are you sure we're safe?
Indeed, it appeared Frozen's paranoia was greater than ever before.
This string of never-ending complaint continued on through their walk down the snow-kissed green, continued as they wandered through a small wood, slowed a little when they met with a clearing, and was silenced as his beady eyes, and her rather paler ones, glanced on a snowdrift suspended by a few felled logs. Obviously the logs had been left by woodsmen when winter's fury intensified, but the snow, oh the snow! It seemed half magical, for in the sun's thin winter trickle, it glistened and glittered. Even the dirty older bits seemed to sparkle under an appreciative eye, it's grey-brown tint merely showing off the pure white of the newer powder.
Snow's rather powerful effect on the pair was perhaps a surprise, considering their last meeting with snowy perfection, but this beauty, this snow, was theirs. No one else knew of it, no one else had power over it. They were rulers of this one tiny piece of a chaotic world. Eydis and Frozen, snow queen and king for a day. A strange sound was drawn out of Eydis. Well, strange for her, to any observer. It was a squeal of delight, and with it she set off in a run towards the frozen display, plunging her hands into it and throwing some into the air.
Her daemon, his place at her elbow upset by this movement, hovered instead above her head.
Make a man! Make a man! he chanted, words in her mind for once not concerned with safety or fear. No, he wanted to see a snowman. He wanted to play, and to play with his mistress.
She obeyed, rolling out the pieces haphazardly, toying and scrunching the snow until a rather shabby figure stood before them.
"I shall name him... Frederick," she decided, then paused before his pebble eyes. He had no mouth.
Jabbing her finger into his face, she made him one to echo her own. A rare, and wide, smile.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 3:30 pm
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