Welcome to Gaia! ::

Standing outside you're surronded by a forest of trees. Infront of you there is a single cottage made out of oak wood, shinning red against the green surronding, remindind you of some bad scene off of a movie for christmas, the only thing setting it apart from that season is the dark blue water that cascades against rocks to the left of the cottage. A little river full of colorful fish lay there, the scent of it filling the air. The outside of the cottage held a small veranda with a swinging chair and a dog bed in the corner next to the chair, near the enterance of the door, a single handle and a small knocker against it's wooden frame.

As you enter into the house, the door slid open easily, a sign that people too care of the place. The light shone for but a moment in your eyes, causing you to clear your vision. After you did, you saw the room clearly.

The room was lined with bookshelfs and desk on the far edges of each corner. Each bookshelf was full, the books perfectly ordered. Upon the two desks there were paintings, drawings, more books and some dog treats. In the middle of the room there was a single table with four chairs and to the left couch, beside it a beanie chair that seemed to have collected a faint amount of animal hair upon it. On the couch was a single blanket, caressing it's leather folds, discolored just slightly from being used. If you walked on, beside a book shelf the room parted into another hallway, lined with a few doors. Most likely where the bedrooms where, and the kitchen was visible seen down the end of the hallway, a swinging door being held open by a little door stopper, though the details of it were hazzy from the distance.

After a moment, the silence of the room was broken by a bark from somewhere near, then down the stairs that were unseen for the hid behind a bookshelf sprang a dog, sitting on the last step and regarding you with joyful yet curious eyes, a tail swaying back and forth, giving a thwap to the steps each time it moved. The dog tilted his head, his collar seen before he disappeared back upstairs to wake his owner. . .

(Seperate Rp's can be built off this, or other ways of meeting but not in the journal. The journal is simply going to be a story of Blazers growing up and feelings of meetings and such.)