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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 4:59 am
Val laughed at his mother's thorough examination. She knew that Marissa would come up with no bruise, no cut or damage of any kind- but it was still a delight to her to see the look on the gypsy's face as she realized her son was whole again, healed.
"God bless a mother's love. The gypsies had very little to do with it. Even this gypsy." She stood, glad to see this chapter of young Kale's life over and done with.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 1:14 pm
Marissa laughed as well. "We've got a great abundace of it in PhoenixSong, let me assure you," she said with a warm smile. Kale laid his head against his mother and yawned. Chuckling, Marissa patted his head. "We really should be heading back, though." She gathered her things and stood, straightening the table cloth where she had mussed it. She turned to leave, and as a last thought picked up the arrowhead and slipped it into her skirt opcket. "I think I should keep this," she remarked quietly.
Bowing to Velleldia slightly, she made her way to the wagon door. Not long after it had closed, she could be heard muttering to herself.
"I think I'll plant a celabratory Bali Hai Doeskin Asiatic hybird lily for the occasion..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 5:14 pm
Journal,
Kale, since his crossing from animal to infant, had been a very lethargic baby. Today, journal, has been the first I have seen much life in him at all. I suppose I can't blame him; his journey was a troublesome one, and after all that time living in a fox's body I can only guess that a human one is hard to adjust to. Actually, I'm quite thankful that he hasn't been much of a hassle. (Not as much as some of the other babes, anyway. Oh, Pierre! Bless Em's soul, that child is a handful!) He sleeps through the night, eats when he's fed, and seems to cry at the most convenient times. Good fortune on him!
Today, however, I did see a bit of a spark in him. I was out gardening (only my herbs, the basil and rosemary were looking quite parched) when I heard a peculiar sound. Laughter, ringing out from in the wagon! It was the first sound besides those of discontent I'd heard Kale make, so I was very excited. I dropped my tools and ran inside, where he was supposed to be napping in his bassinet, when I encountered the strangest of circumstances.
He was on the floor, supported by his hands and knees. In front of him was a candle, a lit candle! For certain I had left none burning. But there he was, cackling away with the wick in front of him dancing as merrily as could be.
Now, I know no harm was done. It was only a candle. But pray tell, how DID that boy get it burning on his own...?
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 7:32 pm
Journal,
Ah, it has been so long since we've celebrated together as a family! And what a family it is growing to be. Each new member is truly blessed, and I am so priveleged to be a member of this community.
The wagon ordering has been cast. Kale is a fire element, and so Val requested that I choose two earth elements to don my either side, so as to balance the meij power. Daggerheld is at my front. I'm hoping that the determined, strong nature of Pierre's earth will prove to have been a good choice to lead me. At my back there is Narkri Chooma, because the eart present there is rooted deep into the heart of gypsy ground. I must say, with two earth aura's emulating about me, I have never felt more at home.
Kale is growing like a knapweed in summer. I speculate that he is on the verge of speaking, soon. His babble is becoming more and more coherent every day.
Oh! I've discovered the secret to his fire tricks. During the festival today, I went searching for my bar of flint and blade to start a fire, and they were nowhere. I found this odd, as I had locked them in my grandmother's travelling trunk, an heirloom I never open but for occasion. Now imagine this: Kale had them all along! Tucked away in his shirt, Emelyn caught him with them. The sneaky fox! And he seemed right pleased about it all, as well.
So that solves one mystery. Yet, it reveals another, entirely...how did he manage to open a locked wooden chest?
I forsee a tricky future with this child. Meij bless us all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 4:34 pm
 Aryel's cage swung in the breeze. The smell of the river was intoxicating to the bird, and it breathed deep before trilling off the honey-soaked words:
One post from here... where gold changes hands, make sure that of flame reaches your hand.
And then, the bird fell silent.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 1:42 pm
Lorelei hurried up to the door of the wagon, then knelt to place a note, weighted with a shell, on the step. She knocked, considering waiting to talk to the inhabitant of the wagon. In the end, though, she hurried away again before the door opened, going to the next wagon.  I would very much like to meet you - I know that I have been very reticent and have isolated myself. I want that to end. Please, take this gift as a token of my good will... and come visit some time.
~ Lorelei
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 8:28 am
Marissa read the note carefully, fingering the shell with a curious touch. "That was kind of her," the woman said when she was finished reading. She handed the shell to Kale, who looked it over with wonder.
"We'll have to make it a point to meet her ourselves, won't we, iubito?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:07 pm
Kale tapped the stone against the wooden floor, the metal kitchen pans, the ceramic herb pots, enjoying the different sounds they made. Every so often, he would lift the round pebble to his cheek and smile at its emulating warmth. It was a gift he got from Rojoza, and one he would treasure always.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 6:46 pm
Aryel whistled happily for the company- so long had she been the only bird in Marissa's aviary, that she opened her beautiful beak and sang.
Gold gold... to save the child
...Gold. Only gold.Lucia disliked sharing a wagon with this other bird... this... interloper. (Time would only tell if the two would become friends...) And so, as if to show her mistress that she was only bird of note, she dropped five gold couplets on the floor of its cage. Where Lucia had obtained them... no one knew.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 5:32 pm
The young rabbit girl sat on the floor of the wagon, painting some goose eggs. Once they were dry and she was content with their appearance, she placed them in white cloth bags that her mother made. Opening the door, she snuck out into the night and secretly delivered each egg. drawn and colored by kojiro <3
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 10:22 am
Aryel, by nature, was a simple, happy Banya- and when the air came through the wagon today with such delicious kernels of fortune upon the air, she caught the one that had to do with her master- and let it fly with a sweet, chirrupy voice.
Poor little Puppet
Not as safe as you think he is now
The wagon is safe, oh now he is safe
But watch for the choice
The Woodland ChoiceLucia still thought that she was the better bird in Marissa's aviary. Aryel was plain... so plain. So, as if to prove that she was the better of the two, Lucia dropped 20 couplets upon the floor of the wagon.
Where she'd obtained them? No one knew.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:31 pm
Marissa was napping in her hammock, staitioned right below Aryel and Lucia's gilded perches. She snoozed peacefully, for her new place in the wagon order, out of the high power division, had her mind at ease. As the wind blew, however, Aryel's words sifted through and filtrated her dreams. She heard the ominous words: "Puppet...not as safe...beware the choice, the Woodland Choice..." and her poisoned reverie awoke her with a start. Blinking, she looked around her. All was well.
Sighing, she rolled onto her side and succumbed once again to slumber...
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 1:00 pm
It was dusk. Marissa sat at her small wooden desk, silent. Kale played with his warmstone and his silver trinket- which turned out to be a smashed coin. (It was virtually worthless, but not to Kale.) The gypsy woman's face was lit with the glow from her single candle, which was waning dangerously close to the wick. She stared at the object in her hands, a plain gold ring, spotted with two tiny dark stains. Sighing heavily, she stood.
"Kale?" she beckoned. Her son abandoned his playthings and went to his mother. She knelf beside him, cupping his chin in her hand and looking him square in the eyes. "Do you see this ring?" she held it in front of him. His eyes lit gaily at the sight of something metallic. Marissa put the ring on his finger. It fit only his thumb. "Keep this on at all times, do you understand?" Kale grinned and promptly pulled the jewelery from his finger to examine it closer. Marissa snatched it away and shoved it back onto it's perch. "No!" she scolded. She gripped his shoulders. "Kale, you must never take this ring off. You mustn't hide it or bury it, either. It must always stay on your hand. Have I made myself clear?"
Kale was startled by the outburst. He frowned, miffed, and returned to his collection on the floor.
Marissa sighed and ran her hand down her face. She could only pray that he had understood.
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