Gwaihir

One is sad to lose one of our oldest poets. Have fun and come back soon.

Sal, not if she cheats on Ozy with me . One can always hope....

At least I got second place.

at least I got gently escorted

Dearest Katz, I'm sure you've never noticed me watching you, because I'm usually watching you from treetops...well, I did fall out of them twice, but I only fell on you once. At least I fell into the pond the other time. It may have splashed you, but it hid me. Still, I hope you can forgive me for that, because your hair is amazing. I've never seen anything like it before and I love it. I've always been better with animals than people and you're tigertaur, so we'll be able to communicate beautifully. Also, I'll be great to be aroudn as long as you aren't obsessed with cleanliness...I'm great about cleaning up, but I do tend to constantly make accidents and messes. However, if that really bothers you, I'm sure I could persuade the Wiggly Cabbages to project an aura of neatness that would make things feel neat despite the mess. Also, if you enjoy gardening, well I can make your garden look like nothing else. I can even make your plants grow before your eyes and I always talk to them if they get depressed. Admiringly, Gwaihir

Gwai knew exactly what Z meant and finds this one impressive and interesting.

If I were a ubb moderator I would delete your post for being off topic. Overwhelmed, being lost in the beautiful and not needing to know the way back.

Being lost in that town was learning to love.

weekends est are when to find me but I'm on a lot. PM me to see. I don't always change my name.

Gwaihir sat peacefully in his chair, looking out the window. He was practicing his concentration. When he concentrated firmly enough then he really could watch the flowers grow...because he was making them grow, but that was very tiring. And you had to do it carefully or it gave the flowers the worst cramps the next day. That made him feel bad. Someone got in his way, he couldn't see the flower...that someone grew, because that someone blocked the flower's growth. Gwaihir blinked and cleared his mind. The Someone was Alaeha and actually, and she'd really been growing on her own. No need for plant growth to make that one impressive and he didn't mean her looks either, though those were worse paying attention to too....concentrate, that's decisively off topic...Was thinking about Alaeha's growth, there was somethign that was supposed to be done about that...about 6 days ago...AHHH!! Quickly Gwaihir began scribbling A bit later he walked into the Cabaret room with a banner. "Alaeha grows poets like a plant grows flowers." Not very many people understood it and Ozymandias blinked and noticed Gwaihir made the most terrible annoucements. He decided that was why he'd not planned to let Gwaihir do them. OOC: Contratulations to Alaeha, our newest poet.

Happy Birthday X. You're a goof, just so you know, but we like you anyway.

Good to see Impostor and the Evil Doctor. One hopes you all will stop by more.

Gwaihir surveyed the circumstances and decided that he wasn't half enough of a crowd person to want to jump into chocolate. Such a mess. It was one thing to get all messy because one got so into the plants, but jumping into a big pond of stuff that looked like mud, but wasn't nearly as good for growing plants? No thank you!. He went over to get some snack things instead, because last meal he had was....didn't have lunch, because the roses said they were much too pretty to be put off at all didn't want to wait until after lunch to be replanted. In fact, they had said that no rose of their breeding had ever even heard of some messy humanoid who wanted to eat before pleasing them. Breakfast before that? No, not that either he realized, because he'd gotten to excited talking to a robin on his window sill and then there wasn't time, because he was already late for his meeting with the roses. So yes, Gwaihir realized. The last meal he'd eaten was twenty-four hours ago. It was a good reason to be hungry. In fact he was so hungry that in his excitement one of his sleeves knocked a whole plate of cream cheesey dip onto the floor. Gwaihir frowned down at the mess. Never realized Zadown made my sleeves this long, but they certainly are big. No wonder I spilled. A slice of cake, a huge salad and a few fish crackers later, Gwaihir felt rejuvenated. So refreshed that even though he was at a party, he went capering across the floor with great cheer. Until *crash* he almost fell on Cambronne as the confused creature tried to fix its hair. Cambronne left in a hurry, offended at the clumsy oaf, but Gwaihir lay there a moment, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. He was pretty sure that it was his pant leg that he'd tripped on. Funny, he could have sworn it wasn't that long before. But, it certainly was long. It was downright dragging on the ground. Gwaihir sat up and looked at his pants, angry that they had made him fall. He probably should have been the first person to realize that his strangely made set of clothes still remembered its leafy past and somewhat come to life. They were growing quickly and he should have realized it, but he was spacey as usual, so actually quite a few people fell on his huge outfit before anyone quite realized what was happening.

Snow, the Illiad isn't supposed to be history. It's a myth that the ancient Romans believed in and a story Homer wrote. I don't believe in elves but that doesn't make LotR a worse story.

It was an absolutely beautiful day outside, so of course Gwaihir was gardening. However, it was also a very hot day, so Gwaihir took his shirt off. It was still hot though, so he went and changed into his bathrobe. If women could walk around in dresses to be cooler then this seemed a perfect solution for a male. He was pleased with himself as he went back to his work. Today was a planting day, so his hands and nails were covered with dirt. Occasionally, when a drop of sweat started to roll down his nose he wiped it, so soon his face was covered in black streaks. One plant needed its talked to and as he held it above his head, much dirt got in his hair. It wasn't as if he noticed and if he did, he wouldn't have cared, because he certainly didn't rememeber what was going on. Wyvern had particularly taken the trouble to remind Gwaihir about the party, and Gwai had certainly tried to remember it. In fact, he'd written it on his shirt, which would have helped if he hadn't taken off the shirt. To make a long story short, the Quincuinox was well under way before Gwaihir came in from his gardening, but when he heard the noise he ambled over to the main hall. Last thing he expected to see was a huge ogre. "UNDERWEAR" it bellowed, tired of these people who were trying to get in without paying. "What?" Gwaihir said. "GIVE YER UNDERWEAR!" It said irritably. "I'm not..." He was going to say 'I'm not coming in, but just looking' because he knew that his appearance was ...well muddy to say the least. And he always got glared at when he came into a nice party looking shaking mud all over. The ogre, however, was hungry and impatient. It only waited long enough to hear "I'm not' and assumed that meant not giving you any undies. With a yank it picked up Gwaihir and tried to strip him the way it had Finnius... Problem is that Gwaihir was only wearing a bathrobe. It paused for a m oment, holding Gwaihir in one hand and his bathrobe in the other. Well, if this was the inner most layer of clothing then it must count as his underwear, it decided, so it threw his bathrobe onto the pile and threw the skinny elf across the room. Embarassment wasn't really an emotion Gwaihir understood, but fear was and as he flew across the room, he was scared. It was quite a throw and at first he was going rather quickly, but by the time he got to the middle of the room, he'd slowed down considerably.... Only to THUD straight into an invisible wall. Gwaihir was knocked out, he didn't see what had happened, but anyone else who was looking saw him fall into...of all beings it was the Dreamer he fell into and thudded hard into his forcefield. The Dreamer frowned.

Happy birthday, my crazy friend!

Good Job all. It's great to see everyone progressing and ...it's great to see everyone period.

But I'm short on time and more importantly, Dean might not want his glass broken Happy belated birthday though.

I'll join in if this happens.

Apparnetly, I'd rather claim nonfiction writer status .

Thank you for writing this, Finn. It's a cool piece and...I wish your heart peace.

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