Ayshela

*grins* whereas i *love* the imagery of sighs coming back, "gonna getcha" you never cease to amaze me, Loki. =)

happy birthday Aegon! =)

YAYS!!! *tacklehugs Zariah, pulling her into a happydance*

congratulations, all! =)

*giggles* oh, how i remember those types of workshops! "welcome in, check your brain at the door" - gah, i hated them! *hugs*

oh heck yes! i've been bucking for a life sentence for ages, now!

*giggles gleefully* oh, wondermous! you've even added to it! =) *also wears her t-shirt proudly*

Ayshela hurried toward Zariah's ball, shamefully late and hoping for forgiveness. She nearly ran into Zariah, just inside the door, and hugged her tightly babbling apologies and explanations. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I was tracking down my secret valentine gift and it was a bit more complicated than I thought and I completely lost track of even what day it was and I hope I'm not too late..." She was interrupted by Gwaihir's sudden flight into the punchbowl. Hiding a smile, she waited while Zariah greeted Gwaihir and offered to look for Venefyxatu (and hopefully clean some of the punch stains from her dress). As Zariah went to look for Venefyxatu, Ayshela cleared her throat and said, "Good evening, Gwai. I'm actually very glad to find you here, since I was sure I'd come late enough to have missed you. I have something for you, but it's outside in the courtyard where it won't be damaged. May I 'borrow' you for just a moment, to show you?" Gwaihir looked a bit perplexed but agreed to follow Ayshela, so she led the way out a side door to the courtyard near her gift. "My gift to you actually comes in parts," she said, handing Gwaihir a picture. "I wanted you to have this so that even when you're in your room, or wherever you choose to hang it, you can have a bit of the outdoors indoors with you." Stepping around a large shrub, she led Gwaihir to a space - and plant pot - beyond. "And this is for you. It's a bit unusual, since most roses of multiple colours are darker in the center and lighter at the petal tips. This one, though, is a beautiful deep red at the tips and snowy white in the center. I wanted you to have this, because every time I've seen one it's reminded me of you." Gwaihir blushed slightly and thanked Ayshela as he bent to read the attached card, which read: The gentle hand which guides and guards the growth of leaf and stem providing all the flowers need to blossom once again keeps gentle heart and watchful eye upon we lucky few that each in our appointed time may grow and blossom too With a soft smile, Ayshela left Gwaihir conversing with the roses and went first to tell Zariah (and possibly Venefyxatu) where Gwai was, and secondly to try to find Tanuchan who was rumoured to be looking for her.

and though my happy birthday wishes were given in person... Ayshela tacklehugs Alaeha again, with a broad grin and warm wishes for a happy birthday week (since celebrations will cover both ends of the week) and a wonderful year.

posting mine in moments. Life has had me in a stranglehold lately, and i've only now broken loose for a few moments.

lovely detail. you never cease to amaze me.

nicely done. =)

A weary Ayshela made her way to the Courtyard once more, finding Dain hard at work closing down the festival and all its attendant booths. She noticed an oddity, this time, and stopped to ask Dain about it. "Isn't this a bit unusual?" she asked, looking a bit puzzled. "Not only have you stayed much longer than you normally do, but everyone's moving so slowly this time." Ayshela and Dain looked about, seeing languidly moving people folding down tents and loading the wagons, talking with various Pen members the entire time. "Aye, it is," Dain answered. "Usually we'd'a come to the end 'a the run and packed and moved on, but this's kinda like a working vacation for us. We don't have ta be anywhere til' next week, and we've all had so much fun here that no one really wants ta leave yet. I'm not rushin' them. They'll be happier leavin' when they've had time to talk all they want, and the kids're havin fun too." Ayshela and Dain smiled as they sidestepped a small pack of shrieking, giggling children, led by Kaitlyn, all still shedding snow from their snowball fight by the maze. "I'm very glad you came back to us, and twice as glad you've enjoyed yourselves as much as we have. Will you be back this summer?" Ayshela asked. "Course we will," Dain assured her. "We'll be here as long as ya want us to, and we'd prob'ly stop by to visit even if ya din't run a carnival. You got good people here, an it's a nice place ta be." Ayshela smiled broadly, and thanked Dain for his help AND the kind words. As they watched, the last of the wagons was finally loaded and goodbyes and good wishes exchanged all around. Ayshela hugged Dain tightly and watched, waving, as the caravan pulled out of the Courtyard and went upon its way. "Be safe." she murmured, as with one final wave she turned back toward the Keep and began counting the days until the summer carnival.

*g* thanks for the clarification, Valdar, i was getting a bit confused.. since i've been here almost two years now, and the Pen was certainly on its own domain when i got here... *blink* *blinkblink* =) and i still say one of the best things to ever happen to me was falling in the gates of the Pen Keep.

a belated, though no less heartfelt, very happy birthday to one of two people here to honestly shock me by commenting on my writing. =) *huge warm hugs*

*giggles* the word list is a great idea!

*nods* I miss Rune. What she put together as a gift to Peredhil has been a most wonderful gift to us all. I'm glad to have been invited in and happy to be able to support the people, the concept, the vision, this place we love. Happy Birthday indeed!

But of course i remember! "Synthetic Poetry" still sometimes rolls about my mind, and "and time is pink" from "Can you find it?" got stuck somewhere in the shadowed recesses as well. =) besides, you were a lot of fun when you were here before, and i've missed you. *hugs*

ohohohohoh sweet!!!!! colour me envious! =) one of the bookmarks which remains, under whatever circumstances, near the top of my list is Refdesk, simply because i can access dictionary and thesaurus and all kinds of neat stuff all in one place, and i've long since lost track of the times i've been out and wished i could hop in there and check the thesaurus for the word i wanted which was just barely out of reach. you are one lucky young man. =) enjoy it! was it a gift? if so, that was exceptionally thoughtful and aware, in which case you're doubly fortunate. =) *hugs*

i like this. it is a thin line indeed. i'd love to see a whole collection, with this as the "introduction", the inspiration for a series of deeper looks at each one. not at all that you *have* to, this stands alone very well, but i'd love to see what you'd do with it. i'd really like to see your perspective on it.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *tacklehugs Merry and Damon* yayi'msogladtoseeyoubackagainimissedyouyou'rebackhurray!!!!! *wriggles happily* :)

it's 6am, alarm bell rings, if i've yet been to sleep the youngest needs awakening and scooting through the morn before her bus arrives. She's almost ready for the door oh! look at the time, her sister needs to be awake now. Her alarm? did it ring? did she wake? i'd better go and check, and while i'm at it i should check the oldest's schedule for today. First class today? what's that you say? oh, i'm sorry, sleep a while yet. Check my messages, check my mail delete my brother's snarls and wails answer the phone and verify i remember her appointment time and i will be there, because she can't drive. phone the pharmacy, order meds, wash the dishes and the clothes and take a moment to brush my hair again before i hit the door and oh yes, was there anything you needed while i'm out? small town traffic shouldn't be nearly this insane - penalty for being so close to the school? i see. convenience has its price, they say. flying down the freeway to appointments, slotting in the expected rash of "oh yeah, i need" errands on the fly, rearranging, time deliberately left open as i know her pattern by now. The girls are home before me, so i take care to wear my headset since they always phone to ask me "can i go?" "may i do this?" "where are you?" and, oh - "I love you." I love you too. Errands done and home again, switching gears it's dinner time. Skate between the likes and dislikes, who's here tonight anyway? Quick head count, will they be back? Do you have homework? Yes you may use my computer to type that up. Just a minute, i'll find the pictures you need. A map? of where? of course, just let me finish this - i know you need it now, will five minutes make you fail? Thank you. Homework done, trailed outside for a much needed smoke break by a child who wants to talk. And we talk. And we listen. Change places for another one until they're all talked out and it's bedtime. No, please, believe me it's bedtime. Yes, you need to sleep. check my messages, check my mail delete the spam laughingly try the remote on the girl who's downstairs for the third time tonight. There's no remote for sleepless children. And the phone rings, it's a dear friend with overnight availability who likes to talk through the darkest hours of the night and keeps me company and maybe i'll sleep tonight tucked in with a lullaby? or a story from my favourite storyteller? or maybe we'll talk, and i'll sleep tomorrow? because it's not tomorrow until i've been asleep, and it's 6am, alarm bell's ringing...

wow. you've such a lot, here.. such a lot of raw stuff, powerful stuff. such a lot of strength, courage, endurace, too. critical feedback - i'd have to "live with it" a bit before i could be at all helpful beyond that personally, i'd split the second line at the comma. There's always so much heart in what you have to say, i don't want to rush with it. Let me think a bit. *hugs*

congrats on accomplishing your first flight - while not without fear, without being crippled by it. no small accomplishment, that. glad you wrote. in the last stanza, if you want to make that stand out a bit from the rest you would do well to add "I" to the beginning of each line for the added emphasis. it would break your stanza syllable pattern, but if it's the emphasis you're looking for, you might try that. neat patterning, though, and an intriguing handling of subject. i like it. =)

no words just.. *hugs*