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Okay, I delivered more flowers, and Sei-Veritas is an adult! But no one's commented on that yet. It's kind of making me wonder why. I mean, that's something major, usually comeone says something... sweatdrop

I also entered another coloring contest! http://rufus.go-gaia.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1325274 Wish me luck. whee I think I'll try and do a lot of coloring of pets. It's easy! Once I've completed the greyscale, it takes from 10-35 minutes to slap color on, and I get half the profits most of the time, if not more!

Of course, even more profitable would be to just do lineart, but it's hard to create something interesting to compete with the vast number of pets.

*sigh* Anyway, looks like I'm going to be a colorist for that first contest I entered! He's already started selling the ones I've colored! Only paying me 40% though... I think I'll try to renegotiate to 60%. Because, really, all he did was buy the lineart, and he makes the certs. That's really only worth 40%, or at the very least we colorists shoudl get 50%.

http://gino.go-gaia.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1335386

(Feel free to suggest that colorists get a bigger piece of the pie!)

I also wish he'd have let us give input on the prices... I mean, only 400g for each one I colored? I'll go ask about that now.

I should probably stop ranting about forum issues and let Corvus post, since he just got back and looks pissed as hell, but here's an update!

First, the thing about colorists only getting 40% was in error, we get 60%. ^^ So whee!

Another coloring contest I've entered:
http://josie.go-gaia.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1324842

You know, it's strange, for an 173-year-old bachelor, Kancho sure knows a lot about kids. wink I shouldn't tease, though. Kancho has been a great help with Kasha. He went up to the ship to fetch supplies and things and should be back later tonight. Kasha's started making more noise, such cute gurgling noises and squeals! Anyway, here's Corvus with the weather...

THAT INFERNAL ***** GEKISHO THREW A ROCK AT ME. Just had to get that out of my system.

I went by the shop today, and since I seem to be perpetually unlucky, ran into Aileron there. While I was instructing people on caring for their blooms, he complained. Then, went I went to the back of the store, he followed me and complained some more about how I won't be his friend. Who would want to friends with a whiny brat like that? And then he accussed me of lying.

Seems he's charmed yet another, as Gekisho then came at me with a rock. That little brat. And to further it, Tosten attempted to throw paint on me. I have barred him from entering the back of the shop, and I shall furthermore bar Gekisho for appalling behavior. Her owner should be told to discipline her. What sort of a world do we live in where children think it's permissable to throw rocks at their elders simple because they don't agree with what the elder is saying? Helluva a way to lose an argument. What ever happened to rational dialogue?

Then again, I hardly want a dialogue with those twerps.

Today was a very difficult day at the shop. Not only was it crowded, things happened. A lot of things. For one, Yeande basically confessed love for Corvus.

So I hat to explain. I had to explain how we don't much like to be touched, Corvus and I, except by the certain people we love. So Corvus doesn't mind me, and I don't mind him. Just because we don't like being touched doesn't mean we don't need it, though... It's a very confusing, complicated place to be in, living in a world where most humans and feien alike hug and kiss and enjoy each other, and the two of us standing at the sidelines shuddering at the mere thought.

Corvus has to deal with a lot of stuff, I think. For starters, there's the touch thing. He needs to learn to repress that instinct to jerk back and yell. It took me many years to do that. I still shudder inwardly when my grandmother hugs me, or especially when my friend Tra is over. He greets people with hugs. It just... ugh. I'm shuddering thinking about it.

But anyway, Corvy is always being perceived as being alone by the other feien. I don't know particularly why. You'd think I was minced liver or something. I guess they fail to see why he prefers not to have the company of his own kind. I know why: his inability to reproduce makes him feel inadequate and undeserving of love. But who says he needs another feien? He's got me. For that matter, who says I need other humans?

Okay, well, so maybe I do, but I've spent weeks at a time not going outside with only my family for contact, and then only barely at that, and you know what? I liked it juuuust fine. I'm not a giant people person. I'm happy if I have a book for company. You know that Twilight Zone episode where the guy is the last person on the planet with all the books and his glasses break? That's me. Except I have nice, durable lenses that don't break. Declining eyesight might be a problem, but I could just go raid the bodies of the dead for new perscriptions. Ha, that'd be funny! Ha ha!

Okay, but back to the matter at hand: Corvus. And here's the other thing when it comes to Corvus and Yeande... so she says she loves him, but I don't think he loves her. We had a very long, very serious discussion about it, or at least it started with that.



So now I know why Corvus has been doing all that research. Silly Corvy, the answer's not going to be there. I have a good idea of where to look. And I think it has to do with something innately feien, not to be found in mythologies outside. I thikn a lot of things, so I guess it's time to put them into action. Damned if I let MY feien die before I do!

And to the original point: I know Corvus has feelings in his heart for someone. I'm afraid to see his heart break, since it might not heal. Why'd he have to pick a love unrequited? And furthermore, what is it that makes San so much more desirable than Yeande? What exactly is the quality that attracts Corvus to her? But that's for another day, I've had quite enough conversation for tonight.

Things happened with Yeande today that I would rather not go over. I don't know how it happened that she came to think she loved me. I think perhaps she's gotten over her crush. Because the fact of the matter is... she's a very beautiful, smart, sweet feien, but I just can't shake my mind off San. I must be the greatest fool to walk the planet to fall for her ploy of feigning interest, her little touch, that whole moment, but I am forced to admit that a fool I must be. And even then, when she touched me, it was there. I forced her away, because it's pitifully obvious to me that she's a lost cause. And yet, that look in her face was undescribable.

That stupid look that gives me hope that she cares. It's impossible to hurt a person if they don't care, and she looked so hurt.

I went to the shop to collect Corvus very late, since he hadn't come home. By the time I got there, the shop was deserted, no one in sight. And then Corvus popped out in front of me, teleporting again.

He looked so utterly terrible. His eyes were red and puffy and his nose was red and he was covered in dust and smudges of dirt. There were a couple of scrapes on his body and a few splinters sticking out of his arms and legs. He looked at me with the most pathetic look on his face and sneezed, and then he just dropped forward and latched onto my shirt. I didn't complain, even though he was *cough* latched onto my boob, really. (Hey, they're fairly big, and quite cushiony, so that's kind of what they're there for...)

I didn't ask him what was wrong since he didn't seem to want to talk about it. Instead, I took him down to Margaret Pace Park. At night, all the lights are out and the sprinklers are on. I was careful to avoid the sprinklers because the last thing a beat-up, sneezing, sniffling dirty feien needs is to be soaking wet.

As usual, the wind was coming off the bay. Giant gales. I love the wind. If I didn't have a darkness fairy, I've have a wind one. There are these incredible giant chairs in the park, real works of art, that look out at the bay. Whenever I'm having a hard time I like to go there and sit in them. They're probably about twenty feet tall and seat two. Because they have high sides and backs, they protect you from the wind a bit. To backstep a bit, I let Corvy ride inside my shirt since it's so incredibly windy out there and I didn't want him to be cold.

So we sat there for a while and didn't say anything, Corvy tucked warmly inside my shirt, looking out at the bay. It's absolutely gorgeous at night. It's dark, but we're in the city so it's never pitch black. Even at night you can make out the whitecaps of the waves quite easily. The water looks a purplish black. Across the bay are a thousand tiny dots of light. It's so beautiful. I absolutely love living in the city.

After a while, Corvy started to cry again, because apparently he still had a few tears left to shed. And me, being the big sap I am, cried a tiny bit too. I always cry at the movies and things like that. Of course, i was just crying because Corvy looked so sad... He was crying because he was sad.

Eventually, he started to talk. He said a lot of things, how everyone hated him and Arturo was a b*****d. When I asked why, he explained that Arturo kept talking like he knew everything, and he didn't, he just didn't. Only from the way Corvy was reacting, I'd guess Arturo must have known what he was talking about. If he didn't, Corvy wouldn't be so upset about it. If you know someone's wrong, it's easy to ignore them.

After Corvus seemed to have calmed down, we headed for home. There I took the tweezers and picked out the splinters and wet a tissue and wiped him gently down. Apparently he was inside the shop wall again. It's a real mess back there. Then I used an antiseptic wipe to wash his cuts, which made him flinch quite a bit, and applied some salve. Finally, I made sure he had a good drink of water and some food. Have to worry about dehydration when someone's cried that much, and it was pretty obvious he was exhausted. Teleporting seems to do that.

I think he probably would have liked to sleep next to me, but I'm too afraid I'd roll over and kill him in the middle of the night, so I put him down in his drawer on his tissue bed. Griswald curled right up next to him and started purring. I'll have to change the bedding tomorrow thanks to all the salve he's got on him, which is fine.

I asked him if he wanted to write about it, but he said no. Maybe we'll talk more tomorrow.

I'll also have to give the general household updates tomorrow; there are a bunch!