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Angel Feathers Mule Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 9:41 pm
Unless Elnara premits it, only she may post here.
The pure white feather had been doublely blessed. Once with elven magic and again with an actual charm. It seemed to shine ever so lightly, like it was covered in a thin layer of sliver or mercury. Only time will tell what becomes of this feather.Name: Silvrendir
Keeper: Elnara Aldrich
Stage: Ascension
Last updating: 17 August 2008
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 2:47 pm
Table of Contents
1. Introduction
2. Table of Contents
3. Silvrendir
4. Silvrendir's Keeper
5. The Homes of the Aldrich Winters
6. Family
7. Places He's Been, People He's Met
8. Prompt Replies
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 2:53 pm
Silvrendir Name: Silvrendir Aldrich Winters
Nicknames: Silver, Silver dear
DoF: 10 September, 2007
Gender: Male
Charm: Elven charm, "Breath of Life"; silver crescent moon
Guardian of: Idhril
Stage: Rebellion
Personality: Kind, softspoken, very quiet
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:22 pm
Silvrendir's Keeper 
Angel: Silvrendir
DoB: 47 Quellë, 3437 T.A. (25 Nov)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Elnara is tall for a Gaian (which she is not) and short for her race. Her raven black hair goes down to her waist and is thin and straight. Her skin is dusky, light for her race but dark compared to most Gaians. She is very thin, so thin that most people would call her unhealthy. She has a tattoo of her family crest on her upper right arm, but few people know about it: she keeps it hidden as a mark of shame. Likewise, she is covered from the neck down in scars, which she also keeps covered with her clothes except for a particularly large scar that runs down her left palm and up her middle finger. She always goes barefoot, and can be found wearing either pants and tunic, or skirt and blouse. Calluses on her hands are tell-tale signs of weapon use.
Personality: Elnara is quiet and reserved, shy upon first acquaintance. She is kind and loving to those around her, and helpful to as many people as she can be. She has a fear of her own kind, particularly her own blood family.
History: Elnara was born crown princess of the Kingdom of the Southland Elves on the continent of the Four Lands in the world of Arda, the eldest child and only girl of nine children. At thirteen, her mother disappeared; at fourteen her father was murdered and she and her brothers moved to Tor Karad to live with their grandmother, the queen. Elnara left after only a few months to find her mother. During her travels, she was raped by a group of five men, and her mind began to crumble. Five years later she found herself somehow transported to the world of Gaia, where she met a neko, Triton, whose angelic brother, Yukito, restored her mind to its proper state. After a few months there, she was able to return home, where it was discovered that she was a shapeshifter. She was forced to leave and returned to Gaia, where she was adopted by Triton and Yukito’s mother, Kara. She adopted a child, Celebor, had a failed relationship with an elf, adopted five more children, and is now in a working relationship with Lore, an elf from the northern forests of Gaia. She has also been offered a part-time job as an assistant healer at the school that her adoptive family runs.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:16 pm
The Homes of the Aldrich Winters 
The first and second floor are reserved for guests. The first floor also has the bar, dining room, sunroom, and fountain.
This is, however, not their only place of abode. Elnara also runs a cafe with her adopted brother, Triton, called Angel Cafe, and she and her children sleep there quite often as does her fiancé, Lore. The cafe is small but cozy. The dining room is full of tables and all of the corners are well lit, and a bar-counter runs along one side. Behind the counter is the door to the kitchen. At the back of the dining room is a fireplace surrounded by couches. A dojo is partitioned off to one side, and at the far side is a set of stairs that leads to the upstairs of the cafe, where Elnara and her family sleeps. These two areas, as well as the kitchen, are for staff only.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:32 pm
Places He's Been, People He's Met [x] Meeting Uncle Triton (Angel Cafe) [x] Meeting Papa! (Angel Cafe) [x] Meeting Kakko (Angel Cafe) [x] A Chat with Kakko and Crim (Angel Cafe) [x] Meeting Mama's family (Silvrendir's first trip to Arda)
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:33 pm
Prompt Replies Feather Quote: You thought everything would be normal. You brought the feather inside, and at the nagging of your friends, you added a charm to it. That was a fortnight ago. This morning you woke up to find a little person sitting on your bed. What was it was the charm? What does s/he look like? Describe their appearance. How do you interect with them? Do they tell you their name or do you give them one?
Despite being an elf, she had considered the charm too difficult to attempt, until her brother had agreed to help her out: and so the two of them had performed the charm together.
There had been no indication of any possible result, and as the days passed, Elnara began to wonder why in the world she hadn’t just tossed it aside. Valar knew, she had enough feathers of her own from her family – there had to be nearly a dozen angels in the family, not to mention her elder half-bird sister. Feathers were in abundance.
But keep it she did.
It had been two weeks now since she had performed the charm, and she woke with the sunlight glaring in her eyes and the thought in her mind that perhaps she should just get over it and get rid of the thing. But when she turned to get out of bed, she nearly jumped with surprise: for there, sitting directly beside her pillow, where she had been keeping the feather, was a little boy!
He was a cute little guy. He sat only about twelve inches in height, and he had pale skin and rosy cheeks that were spattered with brown freckles. His eyes – by the Valar, his eyes were so huge they seemed to take up half his face, and they were a bright green – the cutest eyes Elnara had ever seen. She could feel herself already getting lost in them, her heart melting as she looked at this new little person … but she looked further, examining the rest of him.
His hair was a vivid red, nearly crimson – the colour of fresh blood – and it stuck out from his head at nearly every possible angle and at different lengths, making it look as if he was suffering from a severe case of bed-head. He was completely naked, sitting with his legs together and staring at Elnara, looking as startled as she felt.
Immediately, she reached for the smaller blanket she kept folded at the foot of her bed and folded it around the little boy to cover him up – she didn’t know if he was cold, but he looked it. As she did so, she noticed his wings … small wings that protruded from his back, his shoulder blades, wings with feathers just as white as the feather upon which she had cast the charm.
“What’s your name?” she asked him softly, smiling kindly at him, hoping not to scare him. It looked as though she just might have another little one to look after …
The already huge green eyes grew even larger as the little boy looked up at Elnara, and his gaze was filled with awe: but he didn’t speak. Indeed, his thin mouth didn’t even move.
“Do you have a name?” Elnara tried again, tucking the blanket around him and scooping him up into her arms. She held him like a newborn child, careful not to crush his wings, and tried unsuccessfully to smooth out his wild red hair.
Still he didn’t reply.
Elnara lifted him and gave him a warm hug. “Then you are going to be my Silvrendir … Silver.”
Silvrendir gave Elnara a little lopsided grin, then slid one arm out of the blanket and put it around her neck, hugging her back. That was just fine by him.Innocence Quote: Holy crud! That white feather you found is gone but there's a little person sitting in your room! They seem quite innocent and unaware of their surroundings. The only thing that places them to be "odd" are the pair of mostly white wings on their backs and how they look about 12 years of age... at a foot to a foot and a half tall.
They say something about being a guardian of something. What does this mean, and do you actually give them something to guard over?
Well, she wasn’t attacked or anything, but she was right about being watched. Silvrendir was sitting at the foot of her bed, legs crossed comfortably, his red hair sticking out all over the place (no matter what she did, it just wouldn’t stay down!), his bright green eyes wide and staring.
Elnara twitched. She would never get used to waking up with someone staring at her – ever.
“Yes, Silvrendir?” she asked softly, sitting up and putting one arm out to him, inviting him to come closer.
He did just that, crawling up the bed until he was sitting in her lap, where he folded his wings tightly against his back and curled up in the crook of her arm.
“Mama,” he said softly, looking up at her seriously, “can I be a guardian?”
Elnara blinked at him. “A guardian?” she repeated. “What do you mean?” She had been told that there were some races of angels called Guardian Angels … did this mean that Silvrendir was one of them? It was possible, she supposed, but still she was surprised. Perhaps it was because there were so many other angels in the family that weren’t a part of the cliché.
Silvrendir fidgeted a little, as though he were afraid to go on, but then he said softly, “I want to take care of something … it’s kind of like I have to … it’s this feeling I have …”
Elnara nodded slowly and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. “And do you have any idea what it is you would like to take care of?” she asked cautiously. It sounded, after all, as though Silvrendir had put quite a bit of thought into this, and while she was dubious about his ability, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
Silvrendir nodded and brightened a bit. “I want to take care of Idhril,” he said eagerly. “I know I’m just little like her but she’s lonely a lot and Kaito runs over her and hurts her sometimes and I know he doesn’t mean to but still … he does … so I want to take care of her so that she can’t get hurt anymore!”
Elnara blinked. “And how do propose to go about that?” she asked gently. She could understand his worry, though – she often worried about the same thing. Idhril was after all the only child smaller than Kaito who couldn’t defend herself from him or run away from him.
“Well,” Silvrendir said thoughtfully, his green eyes clouding thoughtfully, “I’m bigger than she is, just by a little bit, but I’m strong so I can fly her out of the way, or when I get bigger I can really help take care of her … can I, Mama? Please?” And he turned his eyes to her again and opened them wide, pleadingly.
She thought about it carefully. She couldn’t say no outright, not when he was looking at her so hopefully. And really, what harm could there be in it?
“What about when Idhril grows?” she asked him finally. “She’s half a year older than you, there’s every chance that she might grow first …”
“Then I’ll still take care of her!” Silvrendir replied confidently. “Because … because … because … because I’ll still help her with things and make sure nobody can hurt her or make her feel bad or anything!”
Elnara smiled. “Perhaps take some lessons with Celebor from your Uncle Triton?” she suggested. “Then you would be able to defend her.”
Silvrendir nodded excitedly. “Yes! Yes!” he clapped his hands. “Oh please say yes, Mama! Please!”
Elnara laughed. “Well, I think it’s a very noble thing for you to want to do, Silvrendir,” she told him, picking him up and snuggling him a bit. “Yes, you can take care of your sister if you would like.”
Silvrendir clapped his hands again, then threw his arms around Elnara’s neck and hugged her tight.Rebellion Quote: Oh no! Your Angel as done it again. Be it rearrange the entire house or leave their studies, they have gotten themselves in trouble. How do you punish them and teach them that what they did is wrong?
But a while ago, their mother had come home from the marketplace with another sibling for them … a neko … a feral neko, no less. When Kaito had first arrived, he had only been a kitten – a very playful kitten. He loved to chase anything that moved, and pounced on anyone unlucky enough not to get away.
Unfortunately, that meant Idhril. Celebor, Serenity and Skye were too big for Kaito to properly pounce on, but Storm, Starr, Idhril and Silvrendir were the perfect size. Storm, Starr and Silvrendir however were angels, all three of them capable of flight, and so they were safe, but that left Idhril as Kaito’s only available target.
Silvrendir couldn’t stand it.
Ignoring his own safety, he would place himself between his new brother and the sister that he loved so much in order to protect her. It meant that he was the one who collected the scrapes and bruises, but if it meant that she was safe, he didn’t care.
Even now that she had grown, and was bigger than Kaito, and far bigger than Silver himself, his desire to protect her had not changed – on the contrary, he was more determined than ever. Her hair, so long that it dragged on the floor at times, was such a tempting target to their growing cat-like brother that he would still try to catch it from under the couch, or behind corners, or wherever he could hide.
Silvrendir did what he could to stop him, but he was so small that he wasn’t always successful anymore – and his temper was growing steadily fiercer.
Until one day, he lost it all together.
He and Idhril were walking side-by-side through the inn after school one day when Kaito appeared out of nowhere, grabbing at Idhril’s long, flowing hair. She screeched in surprise and pain, falling backwards to the floor. She hit her head against the wall and burst into tears.
“KAITO!” Silvrendir yelled, filled with rage from his spiky red hair to the tips of his toes. He advanced on the playful little neko, his fists clenched threateningly, his green eyes blazing with anger. “WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!”
Kaito didn’t understand very much English yet, but he did know enough to recognize a tone of voice – and he knew now that he was in trouble. His yellow eyes filled with fear, and he shrunk back against the wall, folding his wings and trying to make himself as small as possible. His white ears flicked forward curiously, and he mewed as if asking what was going on.
“DON’T PLAY INNOCENT!” Silvrendir shouted at his brother, his entire face twisted with rage. “WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO HURT IDHRIL?!”
The neko recognized his sister’s name, and he looked over at her, his ears flicking playfully. He grinned and reached out to take hold of her hair once more –
But before he could do so, Silvrendir’s foot came seemingly out of nowhere and kicked Kaito’s wrist hard against the wall. There was a sickening crunch, and the neko wailed in pain. Ignoring him, Silvrendir ran over to Idhril and hugged her, rubbing the back of her head where she had hit it on the wall.
By now the noise had attracted half the family, and Storm, Starr and Elnara came rushing into the room to see what was going on. Elnara’s eyes grew wide as she took in the scene – Silvrendir hugging a wailing Idhril, and Kaito writhing on the floor as if in great pain, holding one hand tightly to his body and emitting a harsh hiss. Elnara pushed between the twins and knelt next to the screaming children.
“What happened?” she demanded harshly, looking from Idhril and Silvrendir to Kaito and back.
Without turning around, Silvrendir told Elnara what had happened – how Kaito had ambushed the two of them, how Idhril had gotten hurt, and how Kaito hadn’t been sorry for it at all, but even tried to do it again.
While Elnara didn’t doubt his story (it was quite common actually), it didn’t explain how Kaito had gotten hurt, or what had happened to him.
“What aren’t you telling me, Silvrendir?” she asked him softly, yet firmly.
Silvrendir didn’t reply, but just kept hugging Idhril and rubbing the back of her head comfortingly. Kaito looked up at Elnara, tears streaming down his face, and yowled painfully. She reached her arms out to him, and he tried to crawl to her – but when he moved to place his right hand on the floor, he screamed and crumpled over.
Elnara swore under her breath and picked him up, examining his wrist carefully. “By the Valar,” she breathed, “what happened, Kaito?”
Kaito wailed and pointed at Silvrendir with his good hand, then motioned towards his foot. Elnara blinked, then looked down at Silvrendir. “Silver,” she murmured softly, “did you kick Kaito’s wrist?”
Silvrendir turned around and glared at Elnara. “He was going to pull her hair again!” he snapped. “I had to stop him!”
Elnara’s eyes narrowed, and she put one hand on Silvrendir’s shoulder and tugged him towards her. “Look at this,” she ordered, her voice crisp with anger. “Look. Look at what you did.” She put her hand on his head and turned it so that he had to look at Kaito’s wrist. It was bent at a very unnatural angle, and already bruising quite darkly.
In fact, it was broken.
Silvrendir folded his arms across his chest and frowned. “He deserved it.”
A jolt of anger shot down Elnara’s spine, and she tightened her grip on Silvrendir’s shoulder. “To your room,” she ordered. “Now. Door closed, wait until I come up. I won’t be long.”
Scowling rebelliously, Silvrendir obeyed.
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It was almost half an hour before Elnara finally made her way up to Silvrendir’s bedroom. The little angel was sitting on his windowsill seat, staring outside at the setting sun, his arms still folded across his chest, his rebellious attitude completely gone. He had been thinking about his actions, and though he still firmly believed that Kaito had needed to be stopped, he couldn’t help but wonder if there might not have been another way.
He jumped slightly as his bedroom door opened, and he turned around to see his mother coming in. She closed the door behind her, and Silvrendir turned around completely so that he was facing her, rather than the window.
Elnara’s expression was pained and thoughtful as she took a seat on the floor in front of her son. She looked up at Silvrendir, and the boy was taken aback by what he saw. He had expected her to be angry, but what he saw was not anger: it was disappointment.
For several long moments, neither of them spoke. Silvrendir’s hands began to tremble as he waited for his mother to say something – anything to break the terrifying silence.
Finally, Elnara lowered her eyes and sighed. She rubbed her brow with her thumb and index finger as if trying to massage away a headache, then looked back at Silvrendir.
“You know that what you did was wrong, Silvrendir,” she murmured softly.
He swallowed and nodded. Yes, he knew.
“You broke his wrist, you know,” she went on, her brow furrowing with distress. “Shattered it.”
Silvrendir’s eyes grew wide and fearful. No, he hadn’t known that – hadn’t known that it was possible, that he contained the strength …
“I’ve healed him now,” Elnara added, noting how worried Silvrendir looked. “As well as Idhril, though her injury was nowhere near as bad. A slight bump, that was it.”
He relaxed slightly. He was glad they were both all right.
Elnara sighed again. “But I can’t let you off without punishment,” she murmured. “What you did was very wrong, and you have to realize that there are consequences for all of your actions, whether they were on purpose or accidental, intended or not.”
Silvrendir wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that, but when Elnara moved to sit on the edge of his bed and beckoned for him to follow, he obeyed soundlessly. He didn’t know what to expect … none of his siblings had ever been punished like this before. Sure, they had been sent to their rooms, and lectured, but their mother had never gone to see them in their rooms before.
But he also knew that none of them had ever injured one of their siblings before, either, and that made a difference. He had misbehaved more badly than any of them, therefore his punishment had to be more severe.
As he stood before his mother, he was startled to see a tear fall from the corner of her eye. He hesitated a moment, then asked, “Mama? Are you all right?”
Elnara swallowed and nodded, wiping the tear away. She took a deep breath, then murmured, “Come.”
Silvrendir was really scared now. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he knew that it was making his mother sad – and he had never seen her sad before. Not like this. He moved to sit on her lap, and he was very surprised when she turned him over and lay him across her knees.
But of course, that was nothing compared to what came next.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 5:46 pm
Welcome to the Family
It was a warm day, much like the previous day, and the day before that. In fact, most of the week had been the same. Warm, sunny, and humid. The family had their set routine: Elnara would wake, wash, dress, and prepare breakfast, then wake the children and get all of them washed and dressed as well. Usually she went around to wake the children alone, since even though Idhril shared a bed with her mother, she always slept through the waking process and was always the last one awake.
Today, though, was different. Today, Elnara had both Idhril and another child with her when she went around to wake the other children, oldest to youngest. And in each room she woke them in the same manner: “Celebor, this is your new little brother, Silvrendir, but you can call him Silver.” “Serenity, this is your new little brother, Silvrendir, but you can call him Silver.”
And so on.
It had been Idhril who had given him the name of Silver. Elnara had named him Silvrendir, which, in her language, meant white, because of the whiteness of his skin and of the feather she had found all those weeks ago; but Idhril, her youngest (until now) hadn’t been able to pronounce the tricky elfish name, and had dubbed him “Silver dear”. Elnara had deemed it better just to stick with “Silver”.
As expected, the children were all excited about the newest addition to the family.
“Does Papa know?” Serenity asked as she followed Elnara down to the kitchen for breakfast. “Because we didn’t know! Where were you hiding his vase?”
“He didn’t come out of a vase,” Elnara smiled, cuddling her newest child in the crook of her arm. “He came from a feather.”
“Like Aunt Cindy?” Celebor piped up, jogging her elbow to get her attention.
“Yes, I suppose so,” Elnara replied, “though I think she’s actually from a different race … she’s part bird, not angel. And no, Serenity, I don’t think Lore knows, even I didn’t know he was coming. But what do you think he’ll say, hmm?” She smiled and hugged her new son close.
“I think he’ll be happy!” Starr put in, skittering after them. “Don’t you think so, Storm?”
Her twin nodded, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. “I think it’s kinda weird though, he’s bigger than we are, even bigger than Idhril, and we’re lots older than him!”
“Well, everyone grows differently,” Elnara laughed softly, trying to smooth Silvrendir’s fiery red hair (unsuccessfully). She wondered how he would grow. So far all of her children grew in stages – perhaps he would do the same.
“Why isn’t he talking?” Celebor asked, poking at his new brother’s foot. “Doesn’t he talk?”
Elnara was about to reply when Silvrendir pointed down at his elvish brother and said clearly, “Celebor.” Then he pointed to each of the others in turn and said, “Serenity, Skye, Storm, Starr, Idhril, Mama.” And then he pointed at himself and grinned. “Silvrendir – Silver dear!”
Elnara laughed and hugged him again, then went about preparing breakfast.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 10:25 am
Musings of an Angel
There are many children in the Winters household, and eight of them now are Aldrich Winterses, having been adopted by Elnara, and not Kara. Silvrendir was of course number seven, but despite the fact that there were so many of them, he, like all of the others, was completely unique.
He had learned a lot from his mother and the rest of his family over the past month. He had learned exactly what family meant, and how important it was for family to stick together. He had observed, in his own quiet way, how his mother’s blood family had not been very nice to her, while their adopted family, the Winterses, were far better. It was, he had discovered, all about love.
During his few months of life with his family, he had grown to love them all very much. Only about a week ago, he had gained his first younger sibling – though, admittedly, there were doubts as to whether or not Kaito really was younger. He had been adopted a week ago, when their mother had found him living in a cardboard box, freezing and starving. He was an angelic neko, and he scared Silvrendir.
Not for his own sake, of course – Silver was made of some pretty tough stuff, as he liked to think of it – but he had three smaller siblings, all of whom had swiftly become victims of Kaito’s rambunctious personality. He was a kitten that was full of energy, Silvrendir understood that much – but he was worried about his smaller siblings – Idhril in particular, since she couldn’t easily escape Kaito, like Storm and Starr could. They after all were angels who could fly away from Kaito if they needed. Idhril was a little Elven girl with no special powers of her own.
Silvrendir wanted to be able to protect her. She had been the first sibling he had met when he had been born, and she had always gone out of her way to include him in everything she did: despite the fact that she was older than he, he was bigger, and felt as if he was indeed older and thus responsible for her.
He’d had this feeling for a long time – the need to protect or guard over something, or someone – but it was only recently that he had started to divert his energy towards watching over his little big sister (as she so enthusiastically referred to him as her big little brother, he thought this title was fitting) and he found that he was feeling the better for it. Still, he wanted to make it official – that he was his sister’s guardian – and so he thought he should probably ask his mother. She would of course be able to make any arrangements that might have to be made so that he would be able to take care of her properly.
With this thought in mind, he set out to look for her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:05 am
21 January
Silvrendir woke with the sun in his eyes, and he yawned and stretched, flapping his wings gently to work his muscles. He felt strangely stiffer than usual, but it was winter after all, and even though the inn was always good and warm, that didn’t mean that the little angel’s body didn’t react to the cold outside.
He rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes sleepily, blinking at his mother, who was still asleep on the other side of the bed. She had promised him a room of his own – and soon – but for now he was still small enough that she didn’t mind sharing with him. Of course, Kaito was also there, curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed, his wings twitching occasionally as he slept. He was purring, as usual, but for some reason it was actually strong enough to reach Silvrendir’s foot. Normally Silvrendir wasn’t close enough … what was going on?
Silvrendir was too sleepy to think about it at the moment. He ran his fingers through his mussy red hair and yawned again, then threw back the covers to get out of bed. He swung his feet to the floor … and stopped.
His feet … reached the floor.
He wiggled his toes.
He looked at his hands … big hands. He wiggled his fingers. Yes … it was him all right …
He broke into a grin and hopped off the bed, heading towards the full-length mirror that hung on the back of Elnara’s bedroom door. There he examined himself proudly. He had grown! Granted, he was nowhere near as tall as any of the others yet, but he had grown! Where a foot-tall child had been the day before stood a two-foot tall boy whose freckles spattered his cheeks and made him look … well, how did he look?
He turned back to the bed and grinned. He couldn’t wait to show his mother!
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 7:05 pm
Well, Mama came home with another neko yesterday. She said he was Kaito’s brother, so at first I was really worried that he might be just like Kaito, always trying to hurt Idhril … but as soon as I spent some time with him, I realized that wasn’t the case. Shiro may be a demon, but he’s far better behaved than his angelic brother. Am I the only one who sees the irony here? But I’m not going to complain. He’s really nice, and he’s helping Kaito to be nicer too. He hasn’t tried to pounce on Idhril once since Shiro came. I think it helps that they spend so much time together … after all, Shiro was missing Kaito for nearly four months, it must be wonderful for the two of them to be reunited again. And for the first time, I’m starting to believe that it will be possible for Kaito to become as civilized as the rest of us.
After all, miracles do happen.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 8:45 pm
Guardian’s log
6 May 2008
It has been a while since anyone has recorded anything in here. I can’t blame Mother. She has … a lot to take care of. Kaito is finally settling down, for which I am thankful, but apparently Shiro has been getting into trouble at school. Since Grandmother is headmistress, and Mother also works there, it has been especially bad for them. Poor Shiro, he can’t escape punishment, even though others might have for the same crime. All because he is related to Grandmother.
Well, such is life.
My own lessons have been … progressing. They are a lot of hard work, but I have finally mastered the barrier spell. I can do it both quickly and accurately, which is good, since danger (and I am thinking here particularly of Kaito) strikes quickly and without warning. Yet it is not for myself that I worry (as usual), but for Idhril.
Dear Idhril …
She still treats me as she always has – as her “big” little brother. She still calls me “Silver dear”. She spends much time with me when most others grow weary of my silence.
Mother asks me, from time to time, if I am as eager now as I was when I was small to devote my life to taking care of Idhril.
The answer is simple.
I am.
How could I not be? She makes me feel more welcome than anyone else – and I do not mean physically, but emotionally. There really is no way to describe it … Many people say they wish that I would say more, so that they would know more how I feel … such a waste of effort … but she understands me just fine. I never have to explain anything to her. She just knows.
Yes. To protect her is all that I want from life.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 4:57 pm
Ex-Guardian's log
27 July 2008
The name says it all. I'm no longer Idhril's guardian. The only thing I ever cared about doing ... I can do no longer. She had moved on. She has a new guardian. Also an angel, but one of her race ... one whom she loves. How can I compete with that? She is my sister, he is her mate. Or if he is not yet, then he soon will be. I know my sister well enough to know this.
And I? What shall I do? I do not know. Taking care of Idhril has been my goal, my only objective for so long, that I have nothing more ... I have ... nothing ...
Yukiko has tried to cheer me up. I know that my family was worried about me and I ought not worry them. I have put on a brave face for them ... but inside I feel no different.
I am empty.
I am useless.
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