Ayshela

while by age i no longer qualify as a "girl", last i checked i was still female.. and one regret in my life is that i never moved anyone to words in such a way. while my daughters and her friends might be a bit taken aback, initially, because it's so unfortunately uncommon.. they would also be very pleased and likely to melt at the thought, the effort, and the sentiment. Really - what do you have to lose? If she likes you, she'll appreciate knowing - and in such a lovely way. If she likes you only as a friend, she should still appreciate the honesty and class. and if she likes you as much as you like her, but is too shy herself to say so, you both lose by not letting her know.

loved - you should! you are. bruised - i'm sorry! however, whether or not i kiss the bruises depends entirely on where they are.. *huge hugs*

aaaahhhhhh, but what a way to go! =) "Past the desk of miseries" eh? i love it!

Pickles are bittersweet, lemons are sour, still seems like minutes when we talk for hours. Meeting means leaving, though time spent is fun with one who discusses all things on the run. i love being with you, the time that we share, though both of us know that our time is no where near as much as we'd like to have spent being near - sharing thoughts, sharing hearts with ones we hold dear. Joining and leaving make life bittersweet. Hope that each time we leave means that once more, we'll meet. with apologies, this one was totally of the cuff =) new line: Kill me quickly, dam the tears

RAH!!!! Ayshela flies across the room, tacklehugging Ozy just as he staggers back to his feet, resulting in a tangle of bodies rolling across the floor in gleeful babbling giggling greetings. Once they finally come to a halt, Ayshela helps Ozy back to his feet, brushes him off, and hugs him ferociously. You know, i'm seriously contemplating the possibilities of just not ever letting go.. you see, if i don't let go, then you can't leave. =P =)

enh.. weenie-like.. just means we get to roast him gently, right?

Ayshela ponders, looking about at the other party members and trying to recall where each had been. Leif had vanished to the kitchen, Nave.. she sighed and tried again to smooth the wrinkles from having been groped.. Dragonqueen had been checking for hidden passages, off and on, hadn't she? Ayshela wondered if she'd found anything, she'd been awfully quiet. Elwen and Deg seem to have vanished as soon as they got through the tunnel, though. How.. odd. OOC: Vote for Deg, among the missing he'd have had time to set this up.

Gryphon - ghosts be damned, i'm thinking if our missing party members don't want speculation and suspicion leveled at *them* they might want to "appear" eh?

What *I* want to know is what our extremely quiet people have been up to. Where have Deg and dragonqueen and Elwen been, and what have *they* been up to? Has anyone *seen* any of them?

*is awed by the appearance of the legendary Joat* =) hey, hi, welcome back, gonna stick around for a while?

*hugs YanYan* take care, hope things turn out well for you

flying through hurriedly, and belatedly as seems to be the case most often these days, Ayshela veers off upon seeing YanYan and catches him in a flying tacklehugs which sends them both rolling across the floor and, unfortunately, through several patches of by now rather stale frosting. Huggling him ferociously, Ayshela wishes him a belated happy birthday, then sets him back on his feet and hurries off on her way again.

ouch. =( i'm fortunate that mine got to come home.. *stumbles away, hand to stomach*

*laughs understandingly* ain't that the truth!!! *hugs*

oy, and me the one trying to keep everyone together!! *laughs* alrighty then, i guess we'll take door number one! *laughs*

absolutely beautiful, Yui. and it's just not fair that that works so *well* is it? not fair at all.. though it is nice.

"A prankster? Finnius is hardly the only one here likely to engage in pranks, isn't that right?" Ayshela turns a cold glare on YanYan, recalling his pouncing Tanny just to scare her. OOC: oh heck, we're shooting blind first round anyway, why not? i vote YanYan.

Ayshela studies the note in growing alarm. Suddenly shouting "oh no! not my Mynx!!!" she races out the door to rescue Mynx from the growling, hungry backpackmonster! *g* best of luck, dear. you'll do fine. *pouncing huggles*

Hanging on the promises of yesterday my soul has slowly shriveled and decayed. The trains of thought collided at the end of all the choice allowed. No time to spend on vain regrets or thoughts of what could be. Running backwards never lets one see what's left, what might have been is washed away. Yesterday is done. Live for tomorrow, and today.

Ayshela looks over at Finnius's offer of rose coloured glasses with some bemusement. "Why.. uhhhmmm.. thank you.. i'm sure they'll be.. most.. useful, though it might be just a bit dim in here for proper effect." Looking about as Dean rummages through his pockets, she does a quick head count and tries to remember who all she's seen about the room. At Dean's suggestion that everyone hold hands and get in a circle, she realizes that "everyone" will be a mite difficult. "I think if we need EVERYone, we'll have to round up Leif, first. Drat. One missing already."

Stumbling slightly as she exits the tunnel into what appears to be a very large room, Ayshela looks about and locates the various people who've entered before her. Spotting CheerMynx sprawled across YanYan, she laughed slightly and headed that way. "Hey Mynx," said a disembodied voice near her. "I found this in the tunnel, and thought you might want it." Mynx jumped slightly as Ayshela appeared before her, holding out her missing pompom. As candles suddenly lit and the rest of the room became visible - or more so, at least - Ayshela absently dropped the pompom and studied her surroundings. There seemed to be a wide variety of exits - or entrances - to cover, and those stairs.. Ayshela drifted off in deep thought, pondering the odds (admittedly slim) of keeping the group together until they knew what the heck was going on, and what in which world was behind door number three.

bwahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! 21, you say? Well then!!! Ayshela tacklehugs Jonathan mercilessly, then drags him off to the bartender and sets him up with free drinks for the night.

ouch. i'm sorry, Regel. "in memories handled fondly" - i like that. nice.

Ayshela looks at the tunnel entrance, and then at the people crowding through heading toward - god knows where, wherever CheerMynx was. Mynx.. Ayshela's eyes narrowed slightly as she heard the faint traces of Mynx's shrieks, and YanYan's laughter at pouncing Tanny. With a few mumbled words and a slight gesture, Ayshela vanished from sight. Heading invisibly off toward the tunnel, she wondered if she could get to the other end where Mynx was without accidentally breaking the arms of some unfortunate who startled her?

why, you'd fit in the 500+ category up there?