Ayshela

Personification is very simply bestowing human thoughts, actions, or feelings on a non-human. An animal or an inanimate object can be granted human thought and speech. This makes a story more interesting, and makes the author’s point regarding weather, environment, or other story elements, without forcing a main character to make the point in speech. The falling leaves danced upon the gentle breeze. The snowflakes whispered softly as they fell upon the fields. For the purposes of this exercise we will be taking an inanimate object and a non human being and personifying both of them. Take one object from the first group and one being from the second and combine as you wish in a personified manner. J Objects: Wind A volcano A brick A cliff A river The ocean A stone A leaf A tree A road Beings: A butterfly A kitten A puppy A robin An eagle A rabbit A deer A mouse A fish A whale A beetle A centipede This exercise can be done twice, for 5 geld each time. For accounting purposes, each entry must be a separate post.

eeeeeeeee! she beat me to it! Happy Birthday! Hope it's splendiferous!

This used to be stickied, but i lost it when it dropped off the top so it hasn't been updated. my apologies. (whacks self with the organizational club) Consolidated List of projects - this lists Salinye's previous writing project threads, as well as a few others'. If you're lost as to the format or purpose this would be a good place to look. edit: btw, Sal, the list is updated and this is #9

The initial setup for the Fall Ball is indeed background story, however once you get beyond that the attendees do indeed give character descriptions and interact appropriately. Probably the most comprehensive publicly available listing out there. In the members area - is all the rest of the board.. more stories, works in progress, secret plots for taking over the world - oh, umm.. i mean.. organization details.. stuff like that. Really - you'll have to join to see.

Also - while it is no longer stickied, my own Quill Quest - The Fall Ball was originated to address this very question. Most of the people at the Pen at THAT point (Last October to early Devember) made an appearance on that thread and introduced their characters. *this* thread is publicly available, and worth reading in its own rights as there was some excellent roleplay done there.

Note: The entry fee for this event is mythical! This is a participation event for the carnival, participants will each *earn* five geld. Next to the wall of the Pen Keep was a gaily striped green and white tent, closed on all sides. Two of the carnival roustabouts appeared in the entrance to hold the flaps back while two more pushed a large ladder and platform inside. The platform looked somewhat peculiar - the ladder was stable enough, but the middle of the platform was padded as if for a seat, and hinged on one side. Jutting out from the left side was an arm attached to a target of some sort, with a wire hooked to the latch on the seat. The roustabouts left the tent only to appear a few moments later pushing a very large tank of water, with which they disappeared into the tent. For the next little while, all that was heard from inside were murmurs and low laughter. Later that afternoon Ayshela and Wyvern strode across the carnival grounds, busily discussing a plan to earn some geld and draw in Pen members who hadn't made their way down to the carnival yet. Wyvern was excitedly envisionining mountains of geld to pay for his latest endeavours, and paid no attention to the tank at first. When he came face to face with the sign he broke off in the middle of the word "geld" and began to back up. The roustabouts caught him by the arms and began to drag him to the ladder as he stammered, "Ayshela! You can't be serious, you can't mean this! How will we make any geld, if - " "Oh, i'm very serious, and i anticipate a VERY large turnout. Besides, you OWE me, Wyvern, after the disaster at the Fall Ball." "The Fall Ball? What do you mean? I was the very soul of decorum!" Ayshela stepped very close to Wyvern and spoke softly, but firmly. "You do this, and i'll never again mention snakes to you." Wyvern blanched. "And," Ayshela continued. "I won't make you pay for the cleaning and repairs of my dress." Wyvern thought for a moment, then turned back to the ladder and began to climb. Ayshela hooked the tent flaps open and set out a sign which read: Dunk Tank! 5 geld for three tries - Dunk Wyvern!

"You see mirth, but your eyes hate the laughter." excellent. i.. would comment further, but stuttering is less than eloquent or comprehensible. *hugs* glad to see you posting again.

A barely visible blur flies through the Pen arriving in the Cabaret Room with a trail of whirling leaves and stray papers fluttering behind... anything loose and lightweight had been caught in the rush along the path of this blur - which carries waves of sound with it - "I'm late I'm late I'm late I'm sorry I swear I didn't forget I hope you've had a lovely day so far Happy Birthday!" and the blur suddenly resolved to a harried looking Ayshela as she POUNCED Distarius WhiteRobes and Izabella, huggling them both ferociously and giggling madly. She led them sedately over to the table with their cakes and gifts, huggled them again - and vanished, slightly more slowly this time, so as not to disturb the contents of the room. A very very happy birthday to you both!

*snicker* *giggles* *guffaws* *collapses in a corner wiping tears of laughter*

Ayshela hugs Merelas ferociously Breathe easily, it'll be fine. What's being bid on/bought is the opportunity to spend some time with you wonderful gents. There is no place here for the use/abuse/humiliation of our membership and if i thought for one second there were i'd have objected strenuously at the original concept discussion. I'm *glad* you've "volunteered", however voluntarily it may be. *hugs*

*nods* Jethro Tull

Due to inclement weather on the way, the carnival crew is late in arriving by several days. It was just past dawn when the caravan of wagons passed through the gates of the Pen Keep. Even in the misty morning light it was clear that these wagons, while sturdy and functional, were quite extraordinary. Their once vivid colours had faded through months of sun and dust, wind and rain. The gaily painted designs were faded and peeling. Yet through the length of the caravan ran an undercurrent of excitement which breathed life to canvas and paint and left faint strains of unidentifiable music hovering in the air. The caravan swung to the right as it passed through the gates and pulled to a stop further along the wall of the Courtyard. Doors flew open and people poured out, looking around them at the available space and looking for their contacts. Alaeha, Ayshela, Salinye and Nyyark stood near the door to the Pen. They strode across the Courtyard to meet their contact, the crew leader. "Morning. I hear ya need a carnival set up. This be where ya want it?" Dain asked, turning to look across the Courtyard. "Good morning. Indeed we do, and yes, it is. Is there anything you need of us?" Alaeha asked carefully. "A couple'a people who know what ta put where's all." Dain replied. Alaeha waved Ayshela forward. "This is Ayshela," she said. "And I believe she's drafted Nyyark to help as well. If you need anything further, they can either arrange it or find one who can help. Are you sure you need nothing else?" As Dain shook his head in negation, Alaeha nodded and returned to the Keep, continuing her discussion with Salinye. Ayshela, Nyyark and Dain strode through the Courtyard discussing plans and options and deciding how best to set things up, then the small army of people appeared with ropes and poles and what seemed like miles of canvas in multiple colours. The main tents were the usual almost-white, and tan, and buttercream colours, but there were many smaller white tents gaily striped in blue, green, or yellow. The main tents were set up in long rows encircling the fountain. Some were smaller and set right next to each other, open on three sides and back to back to allow people to circulate freely. Two were lengthy tents also open on three sides, but subdivided by canvas walls to create smaller spaces for vendors to show their wares. The striped tents were set up in clusters around the edges, near the wall. Some were open on three sides for open activities, some were open only on one side as if to contain classrooms or work spaces. Several of the numerous people swarmed around the main tents setting up booths with jewelry and clothing, craftwork and decorative items, and even one booth with very rare books! A few of the others began to set up carts with refreshments of various types, some the usual carnival fare and others with odd delicacies not usually seen in the neighborhood of the Pen Keep. Ayshela noted these booths and her intention to come back when they were open. She noticed also that there were empty spaces here and there through the main tents - vacant booths to allow any Pen member who had goods or services to sell to set up shop as well. With an approving nod, she turned back toward the entrance. Nyyark led a few of the remaining workers through stringing lights all around the edges of the tents and in graceful arches from one tent to another. Even the Oak Tree came in for its share of the magic, fine ropes strung from branch to branch hung with dully gleaming orbs that promised beautiful multicolored light at night. Outside the walls of the keep other workers were swarming around strange configurations of metal and wood and other materials not readily identifiable. The murmuring hum of music sounded most loudly out here, like the taunting sound of a melody almost remembered. As the workers manipulated the odd collections of materials, in a relatively short time they began to take on familiar shapes - and then rides became recognizable! Ayshela felt a gleeful grin spreading, and turned eagerly to greet Dain as he approached. "One'a our fam'lies is sick, seems. We're gonna be short some people ta run the rides. Ya got anyone lookin' fur a day's work, here?" Dain asked, with a worried look over the arrangement of rides. "We - might," Ayshela said thoughtfully. "I'll ask around. Do they apply to you?" Dain nodded agreement and returned to his crews while Ayshela looked over the setup with concern. She'd have to see if there were people wanting to run rides for a while. Ayshela turned, hearing Nyyark and the light crews behind her. She joined them, and between them they strung trails of twinkling fairy lights twining back toward the Guild halls to entice the membership back to the activities held there. There was a bustle of activity back there, and Ayshela nearly ran right over Lady Celes and Alaeha while attaching the end of the lights to the doorframe. "Hey! Come look!" she cried in excitement, grabbing them by the hands and dragging them off down the trail. With bubbling glee she led them back down through the fairy lights and across to the rides, then back through to the Courtyard and the booths prepared to open. Sitting at the edge of the fountain she practically bounced in delight. "Isn't it wonderful?" she bubbled. "Now, all we need is people."

*sigh* and don't you wish they'd just *do* one or the other!?!?!?!?!? *huggles*

Zool!!! My dear, you don't look a day over.. 39!! =) *huggles* Happy birthday!

*cheerfully throws pillows at the lot of you*

perhaps not, but it's faster and more generally understood than "influenza with the effects of stomach upset and/or intestinal distress". besides avoiding a case of Simply Too Much Information in the age of IM Abbreviation, this particular case of cultural shorthand is, IMO, forgivable.

*snickers at Nyyark*

and so you should! *g*

ohgodsno, that's much more frightening! teenagers, after all, can be reasoned with! (well, most of the time.. heh)

*meep* isn't that the definition of a teenager? (in which case.. i have three.. eek!) *giggles gleefully and scampers off*

gah.. sounds like you've got the same creeping crud we've had up here. i'm sorry. =( *warm huggles and warmer wishes* hope you and yours get better soonest!

*huggles Salinye* i'm sorry, i hope your little one gets better soon, and that you don't catch this as well.

*giggles at Finn* if it helps.. i'll second the comment before the thread is deleted, though i'm too foggyheaded yet to have much more to say than that.

Ayshela stumbles in. Huggling Yatsuna, she looks at her message.. then at Peredhil's.. then nods and says "yup, what he said."

*laughs* does indeed! does indeed..