Ayshela

hearing the creeping behind her, Ayshela stands ever still and ready, merry gleam in her eye betraying her anticipation. As Tralla leans back from blowing out the candles, Ayshela whirls and tacklehugs her, hitting the ground in a gentle thump. umm, by the way, did i mention yet - Happy Birthday?

Ayshela meets Tanny's grin with one of her own, in full appreciation o fthe illusion and its effects. Hurriedly setting the bar to rights, she begins restocking it in probaly vain hopes that it won't end up destroyed again. Hearing the musical selection, she nearly drops several bottles as she's overtaken by violent shudders. The bar back in business again, Ayshela looks about for someplace to hang her cloak, and wistfully gives up the idea of finding a dance partner.

a birthday cake with 20 candles appears on the table amid faint strains of the Happy Birthday song, while Ayshela hovers awaiting the appearance of Tralla - tacklehugs at the ready and best birthday wishes standing by. Happy Birthday! hope it's splendiferous for you!

awww, man.... can't go with mental age??? dang. EDIT: OOOOOOOH! how about going with how old everyone THINKS i am? that'd knock off a good thirteen, fourteen years!

Ayshela flies out from her corner table in a swooping tacklehug of her very favourite wolf! Having rolled across the floor several times in fits of yelps and giggles, she rights them both again and dusts them off. Heading off to the bar with Hopperwolf in tow, she orders a double scotch rocks for the both of them and sets him up for free drinks for the night, as befits someone turning 21. With merry grin, she turns to Hopperwolf and raises her glass in toast: May your nights be clear, your days be bright, your close friends always within sight, may days fly swiftly, and years be long, and your heart always filled with song, may words fall surely from your pen, and may we soon meet here again. And with a warm hug and soft kiss on the nose, she turns him loose to enjoy his birthday celebration.

Ayshela stumbles in belatedly from a last minute shopping trip, looking frantically for Tanny to deliver the rest of the mixers and snacks, and to let her know that the crates just outside have the requested "spare" alcohol for the now nearly destroyed bar. Perhaps not quite so "spare" as hoped? Oh dear... Righting the table and setting things out, Ayshela sidesteps a couple weaving guests and ducks a flying sylph or two. Hearing the DJ begin playing an achy breaky song, Ayshela pales slightly and decides this would be an excellent time to go get the crates and resupply the bar.. and who could blame her if it took a few minutes to do so? Maybe, a song.. or two.. to collect everything? Shuddering slightly, she steps outside, and out of hearing range, slooooooowly collecting the rest of her supplies before returning with an artificial smile stuck firmly in place.

i've found that much as i hate to do it, i have to admit that my opinion regarding my own writing is decidedly biased, and there are a couple people whose opinions i actually will accept in preference to my own. I know they won't lie to me to bolster me, but neither will they unjustly tear me down, and given that balance i can accept their opinions over my own bias.

*giggles* yupyup, and isn't it fun to watch people's eyes as they call out your order and hand it to you?? *giggles*

Okay, as promised, i printed out the first lines which had been posted by the night before i left and took them with me. elbow room on the plane being at a premium, and peace to think non-existent, i wrote mostly on layovers until my brain melted and began to run out my ears. Here's my contribution to this lovely thread. Like a new day dawning spreads the smile across your face - once turbulent, now calming, anger fading without trace. Misunderstandings cleared and gentle resolution found without the repercussions feared. Again, our friendship's proven sound. Silence stole my shadow, softly slipped away as all words fled swiftly from me, racing off to play with an oft-abandoned clause and a long forgotten phrase to ensure they have some fun before they vanish in the haze of ever fading memory, in dim recess of time kept for now forgotten syllables and words which have no rhyme. "Smells like the colour purple!" the little girl cried as she sniffed the air excitedly, her brown eyes opened wide. Her best friend with his lollipop stared fixedly ahead as she told her mother, standing near, "I'd like one that tastes red!" Within the darkness no light is seen and there i huddle safely, refusing tears with telltale sheen ensuring solitude. Within the silence no sound is heard and there i struggle vainly, searching for a friendly word to break my solitude. Within this despair no peace is found and there i writhe in darkness searching for a light, a sound, in endless solitude. Nobody's Listening. Hurried steps along the street, we pass each other blindly. Hundreds of half conversations, we brush by unacknowledged. Head and shoulders grimly hunched, we plod by aimlessly. "Communicating" endlessly we do not realize, Nobody's Listening. Still and quiet, feline form of grace and calm disdain. Blinking slowly, sleepy one will lull to false security. Walking surely, self-absorbed, your presence unacknowledged. Pouncing quickly, sudden blur of motion kills its prey. Curling lazily, contented lump of mews and purrs drifts sleepwards. Still and quiet, feline form of grace and calm disdain.

Ayshela flies through the air, tacklehugging Peredhil and rolling across the floor in a whirling tangle of arms and legs and giggles and hugs and happy birthday wishes. You already got your gift in person, but i must say, it's a rare person who gives others gifts on their birthday. Thank you immensely for letting me spend a part of your birthday with you. i couldn't have asked for anything better. *huge hugs* Happy Birthday.

the glowing form of Mynx is suddenly tacklehugged from the side, rolling across the floor in a gleefully giggling tangle of limbs. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! and *i* am back as well!! *hugs*

dang, all the birthdays i missed while i was gone!! *hugs* a belated Happy Birthday, Celes! Hope it was wondermous!

*g* neither that large nor that grotesque, but phenomenally effective in her way. i'll be on the east coast for the next few days and thus out of touch for a week, but when i return, i'll post the short writeup i did for her at her insistence. *g* EDIT: actually, since it will only take a minute, and that much time i have, it's Under the Oak Tree.

hrmmmmm.. seems i may need to send my muse after a couple people, eh? *speculative pondering*

Zadown, you really need to get out of my head.. i'm telling you, it's not a good place to be.. love these last two. *hugs*

yepyep, and got that linked in up in the first post. thank you muchly! =)

Gentlemen... We're a couple of months from setting about a Winter Festival, and there are still outstanding dates from the summer's Carnival. Please see to this at your earliest opportunity. Ayshela, gently nudging

well before he reaches his table in the corner, cryptomancer notices a swiftly moving blur out of the corner of his eye. Suspecting Mynx is up to something else, he turns just in time to take an Ayshela at the chest and a Kaitlyn at the knees. "Happy happy birthday!" they giggle, picking him up and brushing him off from his most recent tacklehugging. "I'll bring your birthday present back in just a little bit, i'm teaching Kaitlyn how to get about unnoticed, but couldn't let a birthday pass unhugged!" hugging cryptomancer once more, Ayshela took Kaitlyn by the hand and, with matching cheery waves, they melted into the shadows by cryptomancer's corner table.

Ayshela blinks back a tear or two and scowls briefly at Katz, saying only "Don't you EVER tell me again that you can't write stories. Don't you dare."

wonderful!! i'm doing well to remember my own name, these days, but i think i'm going to snag all these "first lines" and take them on the plane with me next week and see where they take my pen.

allo! i hope you don't mind being unsuspectingly pounced and huggled, or tacklehugged.. i'm afraid i seem to have started a bit of an epidemic of such things. don't worry, we won't hurt you, and we do always pick you up after you've been thorougly huggled. *giggles and vanishes*

rah!! stretching to different forms and making it *work*!! *tacklehugs cryptomancer* y'no, i think it's time to prod Alaeha about those writing exercises.. actually, have you checked those out? they're stickied in the Cabaret, as the Consolidated List of Projects and Exercises. Good stuff in there! and, btw.. i absolutely LOVE your repeating lines here.

*hugs Vigil*

Ayshela flies through the Recruiter's Office, a barely visible blur leaping from one shadow to the next in her perpetual round of Things To Do. Veering from her pre-determined course, she tacklehugs Leif and, giggling gleefully, welcomes him to the Pen. Picking him up and brushing him off, she smiles merrily and leaps back toward the shadows before the dratted things moved again. welcome indeed!!

mmmmm and i'm too far gone, these days, to have words more than "excellently done" *hugs*