Peredhil

This is marvelously funny.

Moira Kismet?

Laughs 'till he cries with tears of familiarity Oh yes! If I had had the energy of any of my three kids. People forget how much sheer energy learning and developing takes. Well, anyone who is a 'hands-on' parent knows, but still. I'm amazed you haven't take the 20th Century Solution of drugging your child into obedience and insensibility. Seriously though, I've shared your exhaustion, and it IS worth it in the long run. I look at my 18 year old and couldn't be prouder. Hugs -P

But a life without you in it, Ayshela, would leave the rest of us a bit poorer. I relate to this one on many levels, Soaring Icarus. Really well done. I prescribe lotsa hugs!

Meep! I'm not leaving the Pen! What I've left is the Legion of the White Rose. Without EverQuest, and with my more and more limited online time, I was not only ineffectual, I was perhaps disruptive. I like all the people there enough not to ruin what they have, plus it's a logical cost/benefit decision. There's a place called Ancients for inactive people here. The small amount of time I spend here and writing PMs seems to make a difference. Where else am I gonna get daily hugs? -Peredhil who's finding he doesn't communicate clearly when exhausted.

Rubs his sore shins with a rueful smile. Heh, some people are like that.

Peredhil enters the Pen silently. For a change, he travels alone. Making his way to his chambers, he opens the drawer beside the bed, and after gently touching the empty spot where someone had removed a picture, he shifts his hand and removes a small worn book. Opening to the bookmark, he enscribes, 32. EverQuest Lord Frond Terpsichorean Adept of The Legion of the White Rose. Order of the Jade Arrow Underneath the words, he draws a pair of dancing shoes, dangling from the words by their laces. Removing a white rose and a thorn from his pocket, he places the rose on the bottom of the page he pricks his finger and lets a single drop of blood drop onto the petal. After the azure glow has faded, a white-gold petal remains on the page. Replacing the book with a gentle smile, he makes his way to the Cabaret, hugging people as he goes. There, he joins his bodyguards and sons at a table. Answering Elrohir's silent query, he replies, Well, Real Life has claimed another piece of my heart. Now I am Frond no more, only an Ancient with less and less time. At least, unlike so many others, I leave with affection and good memories for my comrades. Looking into the dark swirl of an aged wine, he broods. He hates having to let things go.

Oh YES! I am so wiped tonight! (Gingerly hugs Ayshela a zillion times, then starts wearily hugs everyone he wanders into.)

hmmm. That's a point. Even after all these years, I tend to assume that trait in others until proven otherwise. notes that's one wise wolf there.

oooohhhhh. sparkly!!! Peredhil claps his hands happily. The goo that is all that remains of his brain this weak thrills to the sparkly wand. More! More! (welcome back. )

If you go to the Scarlett Pen, look at the little drop down boxes at the bottom of your screen. The default to show is 30 days usually. If you change that to "from the beginning", Sandy should show back up again.

I simply love the way you do combat scenes. I can smell the burn...

Madoka is... A Bard of Terra Lost (Archmage) A RolePlaying Authoress at the Legion of the White Rose site of quite some skill. A really really intelligent woman, who conceals it behind a beautiful exterior (just not fair to have so much - although I'd imagine it has caused her to have her own challenges in life) A good enemy (pushes you to your limits but fights with Bushido,) and a better friend, to have. Quite welcome around here no matter what... But I'd love to read some of her works if she gets time too... -P

Makes a mental note to check out Aardvark's reference. One thing? Meep... Commitment to Best? Commitment with implications that no matter the feelings or circumstances, there will be a future together. Best with the implications that each will do whatever is necessary to ensure the growth toward potential that their partner can obtain. In other words - I'm rephraising in other words all the things the others have said. Derivative and sneaky, aren't I?

Depression is... Anger unexpressed and unavoidable, turned within to release Emotional pains carried too long, exhausting, bad begun but no cease A sudden unexplained down, that lasts a moment, a situation, a day A devasting illness which cannot be explained away An alternating cycle of manic highs without rein paid for with mind-numbing lows A state for some in which they stick, for others a series of flows.

Hugs Rune It's not a priority Hun. YOU are a priority. It will happen whenever it does happen. 'Sides, the links right there! -P

snorkles in laughter Heh, I'm reminded of the old show "Hee Haw", where Junior Samples wryly says, "I don't repeat gossip, so you'd better listen close when I tells you the first time!" He has a number of my favorite lines... "I may be dumb, but I'm FAR from smart!"

I like it. Whether it is original to the Pen or from somewhere else, the wisdom in this is timeless. Thank you for sharing it Tattered.

Interesting topic. Truth vs. Honesty. There are some subtle connotative differences. Sometimes the literal truth can be dishonest. Consider the effect of partial truth, or truth out of context. "I saw Mr. Jones at the Motel 6! Some woman drove up, he gave her a hug and kiss, and then carried her suitcase in and didn't come out... And it wasn't Mrs. Jones!!!" Pure literal truth. But is it honest? To be honesty sometimes means not judging until all the facts are in. Just based on the truth presented, Mr. Jones could have an adulterous reputation by morning... because no one bothered to find out his sister was visiting. Muses on shades of grey....

*sighs wistfully* Angels speaking French always sound so beautiful...

There's a melody of love That holds you when you sleep That fits you like hand in glove A cradle broad and deep A weaver of your tired mind Claiming each unravelling thread Gently tucks in each shining find Handing back when sleep has fled. And though we know our time is ending I can hold onto you Your life and love is worth defending I've discovered love through you.

A that vs. which article yet another that vs. which article -Peredhil helping to clear the confusion

I love reading your visions...

Motions for more. more!

Scratches his head. Hmmm. I hadn't considered this for the person behind the Peredhil. In fact, I'm not sure how I'd answer it! I seem to exist as a set of relationships to God and to others. It's the God thang that defines me and keeps me from emptiness when in solitude. What object exists to meet other's needs, help them wipe out the stains of the past and shine as they should? Kneadable eraser? I think I'd have to let everyone else say how I appear to them, and then aggregate the overlaps.