Welcome to Gaia! ::

ranjir stummbles in and looks around wondering what happened to his Mistress but mentally thanking her for the gifts that she reacently gave him out of the generosity of her heart.

Smiles and looks him up and down. You're welcome.

I'm not feeling well today... so I will just sip some tea.

Looking up he smiles at pingpong
Oooh.. tea! biggrin Do you need some assiastance with that? I have experiece serving tea to my Mistress.

Haha, no, thank you. I can handle it on my own 3nodding

He wanders in lashing his mousy tail. He looks around staring at this and that. "I see... I believe I shall take over this place... For you see I require something. I require the love of a fair maiden.. Perhaps I can trick the owner to come down to the underworld with me" He muses softly and near silently he looks around for the beautiful maiden to whom this area belongs.

Mittsame watches the mysterious stranger from a tree.
"Hmm...now who is this....?"
He grabs his cape, to prevent it from flapping in the gentle breeze.
"He seems to be looking for the fair maiden of this land"
He sticks his right hand into his vest and pulls out 3 kunais, one on each of the three middle fingers.
"Lets wait and see if this person has evil intentions...."

The man with very distict Mouse features leaned back against the tree his large ears picking up on the sound. He seems to pay no attention to the man but clearly and calmly states. "Who are you and why do you hide in the trees? Are you some new form of squirrel? Or should I make you such?"

MIttsame jumps down from the tree landing in front of the person.
"I am just a lowly shinobi (ninja) wandering through these lands..."
He sighs and has a bored look on his face.
"I am a human...not a squirrel....and no I would not like to become one"

His ears turn twirling a small amount as he hears the faint fall of foot pads he hurms softly to himself. He calls out his voice soft and somewhat soothing. "And what pray tell are you."

Mittsame suddenly turns around, staring at the lake.
" Dear god....what in the world was i thinking when i accepted this job....no where in the details did it say anything about Black Panties from trees or a Cotton Candy Lake..."
He shrugs and walks torward the lake, grabbing a few large untouched pieces of cotton candy. He takes a bite out of one and nearly pukes from the sugar rush.
" Jeez there is enough sugar in this to keep a small army fighting for a week"

Mittsame bows to the powerful stranger.
"I am sorry if i have offended you... I was hired to protect this land... and i am suspicious of every unfamiliar person that i meet."
He quickly bows again and starts to walk off.

He smiles sensing the change behind him he makes his way backwards still looking at the odd creature before taking turning and doing a dive into the now cotton candly lake nibbling as the cotton candy moves to make a sort of net around him, supporting him.

He scrammbles out of the "lake" and make his way over to the low building with the hanging sing which porclaims the place to be an inn. Grabbing his pitchfork on the way of course. He smiles and mutters softly to himself "Hurm.. that tree looks better now that it will produce panties and bras and underwear as fruit." He gives himself a self-satisfied nod and heads towards The Masquerade Inn.

Setting her cup aside for a moment, she pours him a cup and passes it to him, smiling again as he slips it from her hands.

Cream or sugar? Yes... wait until midnight and we shall toast together, perhaps.

He bows before taking the tea.
"I prefer sugar... but i have my own special sugar...very sweet stuff"
He takes a packet out of his pocket and pours the contents into the tea. He slowly sips the tea.
"Thank you..."

Sitting back on her heels, she resumes drinking her own tea, wrapping her fingers around the warm cup and inhaling the familiar fragrance as she listens to him quietly.

My pleasure, always.

Mittsame continues sipping the warm tea, letting it warm his body, protecting it from the cool breeze blowing through the window. He stands up slowly and walks to the window. He stares outiside at the night sky, and gestures for her to come over.
"The stars and moon look quite beautiful tonight"

Rising in one motion, she moves to join him by the window, her own cup still in hand. Following his gaze, her eyes go softer, looking up at the night sky. Her love of the expanse could not have been known to him, and she looks sideways at his face a moment before returning her attention to the heavens.

Slightly chilled by that breeze, she lowers her cup to the windowsill and closes it almost all the way, standing back up, retrievinig her vessel, sipping again and gazing upwards.

Ohyes... it always is, nevermind the weather or storms, or calm or colour. Always, it is a wonder to behold. The moon is shrouded tonight, I love the misty veil of it.

Mittsame nods in agreement.
"Yes, that is true... the wonders of the sky always appease me..."
Mittsame continues to stare at the wonders of the sky, admiring the beauty and splendor of each pearl of light.
"It is too bad that nights like these come naught once but a blue moon."

A small child enters the realm, walking along the edge of the forrest near the cotton candy lake. She picks at a piece of the spun sweetness and smiles, for it is the best she has tasted in a long time. She comes upon the oddly shaped rose bush and picks one of the flowers. She does not notice the small thorn as it pricks her finger, nor the tiny drop of blood spilled on the hem of her pretty pink taffeta birthday dress.

"What a pleasant place to live," she comments idly, twirling the red rose with her fingers and staring up at the puffy white clouds. "What a very enchanting place."

The child whistles shrilly, and from the sky comes a different sort of creature. Small it is, able to fit in the palm of the little girl's hand. It is a white horse, with flecks of black in its tail and mane. However, it has white wings and is able to fly. Surely it is nothing but a creature of legends, but here it is perching regally in the child's hand. She sits at the edge of the pond and sings softly to her pet.

Kethra wanders in and looks at the boy who is still struggling with the man and the knife. She hurmphs and strides over grabbing the boy by the wrists and hauling him off to keep him safe from himself leaving the journal where it lay.

The little girl giggles to the small pony in her hands, watching the events unfolding close by. Blood has no meaning for her, and life is but a momentary pause for her. She has seen so many, the loss of one has no impact on her. It never has, as she was never to worry about her age, never to worry about sickness or death.

Her winged horse whinnies softly in reply, watching with its keen eyes. It has never seen mortal death before. While the girl finds it all somewhat entertaining, the horse is frightened of the crimson blood staining the young man.

"All mortals die, my pet," the girl chides the horse. "They age and go through much pain. For naught, I'm afraid. Poor dears." The girl laughs softly. "But we, pony, we cannot die. We do not bleed, and we never age." She smiles at this and continues to observe the area quietly.

The girl still has not noticed the single drop of blood on her dress.

* kneels nearby quietly watching kind souls struggle with a selfish boy who realizes not his value or what his life could mean.
Watching a boy who sees only himself and not the people he will hurt.
Watching kind souls trying to tell him that life is full of risks, ups and downs, and heartache and incredible bliss.
Watching kind souls explain, tomorrow will still come and he would have missed it.
Watching, with helplessness, as kind souls explain hardship is what makes the good times appreciated.
Watching, heart bleeding, as kind souls tell him the wonderful music that exists that he will never hear again, the roses that he will never smell, the warmth of a lover that he will never feel or the sunshine that he will never see again.
Watching as kind souls try to explain to him the joy of fatherhood he will miss, because he decided not to continue.
Watching, tears shimmering unshed, as kind souls tell him of the joy of giving life and watching, guiding and being there to watch that life grow, mature and prosper because he chose to hang around to be a part of that life.
Watching, with an inner aching, as kind souls tell him of the unconditional love that exists for him (that waits for him).
Watching, with despair, as kind souls stuggle to tell him we all go through hard times one day at a time, but the blessing is another day.
Watching, heart raging, as kind souls whisper "Please, stay with us and let us help".
Watching, with a broken heart, as that same selfish boy turns away from those who love him and hurts them with his attempt to leave them behind.

And finally, watching, a boy, no older than my son, choose to throw away a gift that was freely and lovingly given to him, life.
Bowing head and praying fiercely, that this boy reconsiders and chooses to fight and live.*

It begins to rain hard and heavy the thunder rattled the Inn and a single lightning bolt struck the pantie tree outside of the Inn and cleft it into two. As he passed by the girl on her horse he shakes his head and sprays her with water seeming to ignore her. The cotton candy lake is disolved away into a sugary mess at the bottom of a real lake.

Even though it is raining as if there were a hurricane going on the "man" appears untouched as he slowly decends. His voice is loud and booming as the thunder for he is currently upset. "I AM THE SKY MOUSE and I am upset! WHO IS THE OWNER OF THIS WRETCHED BLIGHT!"

((Please do not try to kill this person or attack. He IS a God, or an avatar rather, but I don't like God-Moding so I would rather not fight as Sky Mouse))

Cringing at the noise, she turns her head to regard the man with a perplexed and then icy stare. Invading her territory is he? Here? I think not...

"He is my wretch, and I have seen to him. He is safe and secured. Good day."

The Great Sky Mouse sits in his lodge looking over those below. Those toiling and ruining his area. He closes his eyes and tries to erase them from his mind, paying no attention to them. He sighs and looses a bit of fog to float over and cover the inn and that glade. Though this was no ordinary fog... This fog is alive... and feeds off of people's memories. In doing so it causes them to relive events from their life. Some pleasent, some not so pleasent. He smiles as he gets ready to watch what he believes might be an interesting show.

Mittsame appears in the center of the forest in a swirl of sand and wind. He looks around and immediatly notices the fog "What in the world is this fog? and how is it happening...? Its the middle of the d..." "ARRGH!!!!!" He screams in pain, "Whats happening??" he says as memories start to play back in his mind.

"You killed them... didnt you?" He hears an evil laugh sweep through his mind "YES... they were a perfect sacrifice, perfect for a test of my power" "What's happening?? That was... was... me... long ago.... Dammit... why am i remembering it now...."

"Kyuutesuki Mittsame, i presume..." " Yes... what is it...." "Well the leaders back a Sunagakure wish for you to be the next Kazekage of the Hidden Sand Village. He hears someone scoff loudly "Ill accept... on one condition... the current Kazekage must no longer be alive...." " And this was when i was offered to be the next Kazekage"

Suddenly everything goes black as Mittsame faints from the memories.

She opened her violet eyes only to notice a thick fog surounding her. It was gray, or white, or perhaps a bit silverish; she was unable to tell the exact color. Blinking a few times, Ayelet brough her gaze up, and her eyes widened slighly. She was in a dungeon, black iron chains binding her wrists and biting painfully into her skin. Shackled like a dog.

She blinked again and the image was gone. The girl was once again in the strange place, the fog. She looked down at herself, only to see that her dress, a dark, greyish purple, was in tact, not torn or ripped, and that she was not bound in any way. Confused, Ayelet took a few tentative steps foward. She didn't bother to brush away the strands of silver hair that had fallen into her face, didn't even seem to notice them. Where was she?

A small black dog trotting behind her on a dusty country road, yipping when she tried to ignore it. That image too was gone, fading almost as fast as it appeared.

The girl thought she heard voices, and turned towards them, unsureif it was anoter memory or something else. She walked foward a few steps, then stopped, hesistating. Biting her lips ever so slighly. She moved towards the direction the sound had come from again.

Ayelet continued trying to find the voices, but the source of them alluded her. When she got closer the whispers would fade, only to appear again, coming from a different places. She wondered aimlessly after a while, half-wondering if she'd gone insane. Maybe that was why the memories and visions wouldn't go away.

Random moments they were. Her mother giving her a half-burned, sweet honeycake for her fifth birthday. Her chasing Nataniel, playing some sort of game. A tall man in breeches with a scar crossing his faces, his eyes burning into her.

She walked, refusing to run, partly out of some sort of pride -- she didn't want to make a fool of herself even if no one was looking -- and partly because she had nowhere to run to. She didn't know where she was, and couldn't for the life of her remember how she got there.

After a while of such dazed wondering the girl saw light in front of her, through the fog. A black barbed whip and another woman screaming. She walked towards it. It wasn't, as she had first suspected, another false image or a mirage. I was, she realized as she got closer, and Inn.

Not pausing to think of it much -- the inside of an Inn was surely better then standing in the fog outside, Ayelet walked to the nearest door, which she assumed to be the front entrance. This time she did brush the silver hair out of her face, as well as smooth out her skirts. She glanced down at her bare arms, barely noticing the old, pale scars against her dark skin. She wore no jewelry, and couldn't decide whether it was a good or band thing; she wanted to look decent, presentable.

Nervously licking her lips and taking a deep breath -- though exactly why she was nervous was beyond her -- Ayelet knocked on the door loudly, then brought her arms to her sides again, waiting for someone to answer.

He stummbles forward seeing suddenly a bloody corpse before him he begins to cry out in pain and anger and frustration. For he buried this deep in the back of his mind. He sees himself standing over a young prince a sword in his hand hacking at the body as guards begin to slowly surround him. He falls beneath their weight and is dragged off.

Suddenly he is younger and sitting in an Elven Inn playing wearing a very poor disguise for his mandolin is highly decorated. He laughs a little and begins to dance with the woman who is holding his hand.

The memory slowly fades and he blinks looking at Nin. He coughs a little and goes quiet. He readjusts the bags that are tied to his back and heads back towards the inn at a slow steady pace.

Heading for the door, she frowned. Though it seemed like a safe haven, or at least for a short while, they couldn't know what awaited them in there and she hesitated a little, but allowed herself to be guided by his determined pace and continued walking up to the inn.

Taking a deep breath, she put her slender hand on the doorknob and directed a small smile at Soluna before twisting the copper bulb and stepping inside.

Shivering once, she moves back to the window and peers out into the overcast afternoon, the fog casting its shroud too heavily over the lands. Squinting, she searches for the energies she knows are out there... two, three... more?

She will be ready when they arrive, the kitchen is well-stocked, the rooms are clean and prepared. The servants are busy, food is on the stove and waiting, hot beverages will be easy to pour and serve.

Looking over a shoulder, she checks on the girl... resting comfortably she sees, sipping her cocoa. She will need a meal. They all will...

As the door opens, she again crosses the short distance to greet her visitors, smiling as they enter and bowing slightly.

Good day, travellers... do come in.

He shivers as he makes his way inside a haunted look on his face as he shivers. "Yes.. thank you... Me and my... wife..." He glances to Nin.. "would like a place to rest... If.. if anyuone asks for me.. or her.. we.. we are not here? Ok?" His voice sounds weary and tired his expression is that of one who has been hunted with out rest.

Slowly Kethra began to descend the spiral staircase from the second floor. She peers about. "Hurm.. what is going on...? Is breakfasat going to be served today or must I go and do everything myself?" Her voice is huffy and full of self-importance... "Or should I have that silly little slave do it for me... Hurm.. yes.. I believe I shall have him prepare my breakfast."

Nin glanced from him to their hostess and back, before nodding her head in agreement. She had the same exhausted glow over her. Letting out a small sigh, she leaned against a table. "You... wouldn't have anything to help with a headache, would you?" she then asked.

Inclining her head as she listens, she nods her understanding even as she moves to close the door and draw them more inside. Indicating the fire and sitting areas, she guides them closer to the girl already seated and sipping her warm beverage.

You will be in room 12, on the second floor. The key is in the door. There is some trouble afoot, I think we will be having a full house before too long.

The kitchen is well stocked and the servants have everything arranged, all you need do is ask. Or help yourselves, of course. I will be setting a table later for everyone, but feel free to eat and drink at anytime.

With a tight smile, she glances at the window another time, her nerves beginning to fray a bit with worry. How can she find that Mouse... Diety?!

Turning away from them then, she enters the kitchen to make further arrangements and give her orders, before slipping up the tower stairs and into her chambers for a while.