Gwaihir

My congratulations are no less sincere for being late. Happy Birthday

a beautful golden ripple

*Gwaihir rushes in. It's not clear whether he's running or falling forwards, but he's clearly in a hurry. Whoooph he trips over his own feet and if Gyrfalcon is a little bit surprised to find the clumsiest elf in the keep sprawled at his feet well, so is Gwaihir. "Umm, Happy Birthday"

I guess that writing her for a hundred pages has taught me what I'm trying to do . Thanks for the reminder to keep the narrator seperate from Myth. I focus so much on letting her write in the slang that I don't usually write in that I forget to keep the narrator out.

I particularly like the shakespeare poems

As was recently decided in the member's forum. Please only make one new thread in this room a day. If you want to post five poems in one day that's great, but please do them in one thread. Otherwise it can get really crowded with so many interesting threads. Yay

It was fun frightening this ridiculous bird Myth thought, but this was beginning to get out of hand. She just hadn't remembered how little teasing the bird-lady could take. The frazzled assassin rubs her hand through her hair and turns to glare at Kalyera. "Sit down and chill out! You're driving me nuts." Kalyera shivered a bit at this sudden out-burst and the way Myth had turned on her all of a sudden . Numbly, she obeyed the order to sit down, but clutched her pack as tight as ever. It was probably best to do as the assassin said, particularly if she'd killed Y'Tren. Nothing about this conversation was reassuring. Myth, from her point of view, saw that she was going to have to drop the hard-line intimidation tactics that were her wont. Clearly, only a calming hand could put this woman together to be of any use to anyone. Myth tried to take a kinder tone as she went on. "If I had killed him myself then why would I be telling you? If I killed him I'd end up having to the rest of this company and that sounds ratherŠbad for my health. No, of course I didn't kill him!" Myth noticed as the tension visible in the bird-lady's body dropped a bit. Evidently Kalyera believed her. She certainly did seem the trusting type and that was convenient considering that Myth wasn't even lying, for once. "He was fighting beside me after that friendly little priestess acquaintance of ours decided to give us multitudes of zombies." At this the scholar looked a bit surprised and probably would have said something, but Myth would brook no interruption and hurried on before the she could speak. "We killed the zombies, but then she blasted him. He was dead on the spot. I revenged him, but when she died the priestess created more super-strong zombies. That got boring so I ducked off and came to find you all." Kalyera took a deep breath. It was at least a relief that this rather brusque companion of hers seemed to have not murdered any of her company yet, but her way of telling stories leftŠa lot of room for improvement. "More zombies" she said, thinking of the zombies that her piece of the party had met. However, Myth only took the statement as a reference to the second instalment of zombies that she and Y'Tren had met. "Yes, I just said that," she snapped. "When she died she sent more super-zombies." Kalyera blinked, but Myth went on again. "Now, I was thinking that maybe this stream leads to the pond. It would make sense at least. Things do tend to flow into things. Let's walk along the stream towards its source and meanwhile you can tell me what's been happening over here." Mentally Kalyera underscored pushiness on the list of Myth's bad traits. She paused for a moment, divided. On one hand, she wanted to see this pond that might be--she strictly quashed her doubts--that was the saving of her people. But, on the other hand, she wasn't sure that it was wise to go galumphing off without telling anyone and without regard for what Elena might feel she had to do to protect this water, which she was the self-appointed guardian of.

these beat any camera picture, Z!

*puts a hand on autumn sun's shoulder and grins* calm down for just a second, stop and breathe the nice green air...well air tinted by green growth at least.

WOW, I find 'You Say' really powerful. The perfect build-up to that ending!

I may be late, but I am also sincere when I wish you a Very Happy Birhday, Deggy aka crazy music person!

Sestina's are a hoot and this is a fun one.

Wow. Another interesting person who I thought I'd never read again is back. yay.

I don't have email access sunday and monday (bah, memorial day) , so I may not get my email in time, but I really want to do this. Still confused, and I'd ask you ovver irc if I were there. From what list do i pick the list of the people I can write about?

Pered, the way you do notice everyone's birthdays and make an effort to take care of everyone and everything will never cease to amaze me. , you rock

Yui, I love it! knife fighting, dancing, playing...it's allthe same in a way

It works pretty well to delay the link,becuase thhose of us who Have read the other story don't have to look at the link if we choose not to, and you still get the effect you wanted, but those who may nothave seeen the other one can still getit this way. Nice story. The expected ending didn't makeit less fun to read.

I wonder what this would be like if you didn't tell us that it was a ceiling in the first line and just told us at the end. Either way this is fun and enjoyable

From a light beginning grows a serious end. Interesting .

Can't stay to comment, but I enjoyed this .

Religion is like politics--it takes great caution to discuss it without offending

No problem, I'll move it to the Banquet Hall

*grins* Congrats!!

Hey, I'm not going inactive *throws popcorn at Peredhil and then grins at Yui*

After tomorrow I'll still be around, but probably not available on any chat program, so anyone who expects me should probably use this board's PM function or email me yeah, I know 90% of you all probably don't care about that, but I wanted to make sure.