Ayshela

Don't eat spaghetti if you have a stomach virus, either.

not only is this well worded (the imagery in the first line drew me in immediately) but i like the progression from separated pairs of lines, to three lines, to four, amplifying a considered drawing closer. nicely done.

So, can we do this more than once? ~~~~~~~~~ I stand upon my steps and watch you flow across the landscape, softly wrapping everything in your chill embrace. A car creeps slowly by, headlights peering nearsightedly at the roadway you've teasingly obscured. Looking up I see my beloved starscape reduced to pinpricks in black velvet, overlaid by swirling layers of finest gauze. Finally you reach me, enveloping me also, gently touching face and lashes with damp kisses.

Ayshela smiled broadly as her eyes lit up at the challenge. "Intruiging," she commented, wandering off with bits of phrasing from the previous evening's conversations flitting amongst the jumbled stacks and piles of data in her mind. A small smile twitched at her lips now and then as her eyes narrowed in careful thought. "This should be FUN!" she said, just before she disappeared in search of pen and paper.

*sniffles* i know, first Alaeha and now Mere... *sniffles* *bursts into proud, happy tears* =)

*nods silently and hugs Yui*

*hugs* congrats!

*hands the Death of Rats a very small sledgehammer to use on the keyboard which obviously already has a missing space key. * btb, i highly recomment a large dose of soothing silence.

Ayshela rushes in from the Minstrel Hall, broom still in hand, and looks at the spectacular mess about the floor of the Cabaret. Rubbing dust from her eye, she looks at Yui and, with a shake of her head, begins sweeping up *here* as well.

Ayshela waits patiently until Merelas wanders near the entry to the Cabaret. Flinging herself out of shadow, she tackles him at such trajectory that they fly through the open door and roll, in a giggling tangle of arms and legs, up against the bar at the far side of the room. Grinning gleefully, Ayshela picks Merelas up and dusts him off before tacklehugging him again and wishing him the happiest of birthdays.

I'm glad. =)

*grabs Mynx before she disappears and hugs her gently but firmly* I'm glad to see you back, under any circumstances. I'm sorry the scheduling is difficult for you, and doubly sorry you had to deal with the (CENSORED) instructor. Of all people, he should understand that you *earned* your rank else you wouldn't *have* it. Time off makes people rusty, he should know that also. That you held your own after months off is commendable, not condemnable. (snarls at him) You know where my inbox is, hon. Vent away if you like. *huge warm gentle hugs*

Rah! Happy Birthday!! *tacklehugs* =)

awwwwww, i was hoping for a Hopperwolf sighting.. i miss him immensely. i remember seeing this the first time around, speechless though it left me. i still have no real comment or answer, though i think perhaps the two lines which speak to so many of us here are these:

Gwai, Katy - thank you =) i've not only been assured, but have seen over time, that if i put a piece of my heart here it won't be stepped on. i appreciate that more than i can say. i'm glad you all liked them. =)

because these weren't intended to be anything more than messages to my "adopted daughter" posted in my livejournal, and this is just the way they came out... and even beyond that, because i'm not in the habit of posting first drafts, written in the "compose message" screen.

Once again, posting by request. *glares at Oz and hopes he'll stop poking me in the back* my children are home even when they're away for however they roam their hearts find the way to safety, secure in the love that they find which helps them feel sure though they roam, I won't mind when they wander back in with a smile and say "I love you, it's been an astonishing day" they carry their home tucked away in their hearts safe in love, though they roam, always close, though apart ~~~~~~~ i got to hold my girl tonight and for a moment keep her safe before returning her to life resentfully sending her on her way i wish that i could keep her here my other daughter, child of mine if i could only hold her near and keep her safe for all of time then i would count myself content and heaven blessed to have her here without a reason to resent those who'd control my girl, my dear

wow. the benefits of sifting back a few pages to see what i've missed... i've been known to phone and ask a friend to "remind me, why do i need to keep breathing?" this is so wonderfully, precisely, elegantly *right*! thank you for posting this.

wonderfully thought provoking as always. and you caught me in an "oh! ohohoh, i like that!" with "caressing my abrasive thoughts" i love how you put words to thoughts and feelings i've only been remotely aware of. thank you.

*blush* thank you. Katz - generally - probably about half or two thirds of what i write gets posted, but lately it's been a much much lower percentage. i'm working on fixing that. =)

what a wonderfully thoughtful gift! =)

thank YOU for sharing this! =) *huge happy hugs*

intruiging concept. i especially like the last two lines. that's a wonderful image and well worth pondering. glad to see you writing again. i've missed you. =)

*hugs* Very true, these words you say, and all too often we forget to smile at those who fill our day - whether friends of old or those just met. We never know which kind word may be that bright moment which will let a loved one make their weary way through pain which feels endless, yet is softened when we say "here, stay a moment, don't go yet. Let's talk with open hearts today." nicely done, as always. thank you.

A quite determined lack of tears - stifle sadness, swallow fears, ignore the ache that's lasted years and hurry on your way. You'll never find you lack a task which must be done, or those who'll ask for more and more - so don the mask and hurry through your day. Then when night falls you find a friend who'll catch you as you hit the end of strength to bear the pains that send you hurrying on your way Into the deepest, blackest night in hopes of endless, painless flight instead of nightmare waves of fright then hurry into day. And then again the lack of tears and stifled sadness, swallowed fears, ignore the ache a few more years, elude the blows and muffled jeers, it's only 'til they've grown, my dears, so hurry on your way.