Ayshela

and while absence makes the heart grow fonder.. (or forgetful, but let's not go there right now) returning makes a warm heart gleeful! seems there's a wealth of gleeful warm hearts about here. =) re-*pounces* re-*huggles*

*laughs delightedly*

Ayshela and Kaitlyn had safely reached the door of the conservatory when they heard a horrendous crash behind them. Spinning around, they saw the space ship finally coming to a halt in front of the panicky, scattering line of people. "Oh," Ayshela said, turning back around with a shrug. "Another guest must be arriving." She took Kaitlyn by the hand and led her into the conservatory. Standing inside the doorway, she scanned the room with one eyebrow slowly raising. Chocolate pool - check. Flaming dance floor - check. Nearing the refreshments table, she checked it over carefully. Spiked drinks and insane varieties of foods - check. Turning to Kaitlyn, she shook her head slightly and said "No, we'll have to find something else -" Her eyes widened as she saw Xaious appear behind Kaitlyn with a small glass of what appeared to be a sugary drink in his hand. He looked at her, then motioned wordlessly toward Kaitlyn with a questioning look. Ayshela smiled and stepped close enough to Xaious to speak without shouting - and to check out the glass he held. It *appeared* to simply be a flavoured, highly sugared concoction. Odd. Nodding approval to Kaitlyn she continued to speak with Xaious and scan the crowd to see what all was happening. One sugary drink would surely do Kaitlyn no harm... and with a sudden slap to her forehead she wondered what in the WORLD she was thinking?? This was not only a Pen Party, this was a WYVERN Party - the concept of "no harm" did not exist! Turning quickly back toward Kaitlyn she was just in time to see the sugar rush hit, and Kaitlyn nearly vibrated in place. Xaious laughed and asked if he could take her for a bit, and at Ayshela's wide-eyed "sh.. sure!" he swung Kaitlyn up and carried her off whispering *something* that made her giggle uncontrollably. Looking around her, Ayshela wondered briefly.. This is the Pen.. this is Xaious.. how bad could it get? She looked around again and wished she hadn't asked that, and wished even more desperately she'd brought her scotch with her.

*nods* some of them looked like you were aiming that way, and some of them were .. a bit of a stretch .. but there wasn't enough consistency to warrant a flagrant break in the grammar IMO. i was aware of the first and third thing, but as noted, it was inconsistent.

*nods* and whether to pay attention to "that feeling" and check things out carefully, as it sits there and nags incessently but vaguely.. or to fold it up and set it aside as best you can while you go on with the tasks at hand.. quite a dilemma, isn't it? i do hope you come back to this and expand it. You might want to pay attention to your punctuation here, to more clearly separate your thoughts and feeling-waves as you continue it. This is a very good beginning, though, and i'm looking forward to seeing the finished piece.

*smiles* you'll find a great deal of emotional understanding here, for this. the only line here which seems truly awkward is this one: you seem to have gone with "sane" to rhyme with the first line, but you haven't a set rhyme scheme for the rest, so i wouldn't alter the grammar for that. You could easily go with "sanity" or, if you wanted a one syllable word, "mind".

*nods* it's especially bad when it blindsides you.. snagged it thinking it was something quite different, and the gut-wrenching shock when you realize what you're holding..

wow. *nods* *speechless* done this. felt this. and i love this -

Sounds intruiging. There are a couple places where the rhythm is a bit rough, on a first read through, but going back over it i could adjust. Will be interesting to see what comes of this. =)

(Farenheit 451) =)

ouch!!! my sympathies, Richard, that's immensely frustrating to say the *very* least! we've fought that one here with Alaeha's computer more than once, and with all the hair we've torn out over it, it's a very good thing our hair is all so long it doesn't show. Hope it gets over its temper tantrum soon and lets you get back in the swing of things.

oh, wonderful!!! *makes mental note to come back to this with a bit more available time* beautifully interwoven, point and counterpoint, contemplation and consequence. excellently done!

*shrug* and here i was finding myself oddly reassured that people were still willing to "take seriously" something that didn't directly impact them.

Ayshela flies through and POUNCES Vincent, huggling him thoroughly. She then sees Rune, pouncing and huggling HER before setting her on her feet. Braving the butterflies, she flies up to Annael and huggles her, then vanishes, leaving "Welcome Back!" lingering in the air behind her.

it's progamming, hon. =) and this is priceless! =)

*nods* i just find double digit words for an entire book to be a bit "much". O_o

gods.. "losing some of the lyricism of the original"????? geez, you think??? *shocked and dismayed*

"shoveling smoke" - gods, ain't that the truth??? i think i've finally figured out what keeps tripping me up on this one. The second stanza is pretty concrete - "Grasp", "Objects and items", "Sensation", "physical processes", "rules" and "safe" - and the third stanza doesn't either compare or contrast, really. "inside my mind", "unique", and "private" are the general gist of it, it isn't until you get to "illusion" and "dream" that there's a solid contrast between "real world" physical senses and objects and internal reality-perception. i think to more effectively contrast them they'd need to be more equally weighted as far as sense and perception. and even at that, though i stumble over the imbalance, what you have is well done as always. i do hope you come back to this one with a bit of sandpaper. =) You're always refreshing to read, and i like the way you've handled a topic which has always intrigued me. i'd love to see a polished version of this.

Glad to see you posting again! i like this, and not only because you ask many of the same questions that i have. =) i don't think the "for" here is necessary, and it flows better as "awaiting my chance" i really like this. For me, this expresses very well the often frustrating and sometimes futile feeling of questionable purpose. Nicely stated. i don't think i could find a favourite line, though, actually. i *really* like this, and am very glad to see you writing here again. =)

YAYS!!!!! Ayshela POUNCES Alaeha and whirls her around in a madly whirling happydance of glee!!!

HHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **POUNCE** *huggles* Wow, am i glad to see you! have missed you a lot! hope things settle down for you so you can be back around, but equally hope what draws you away is good stuff. =) *huggles*

*laughs* i think i've had a hangover probably three times in my life. i've deserved one more often than that. However, i've never had a hangover from my quad tall peppermint mochas, or my Earl Grey, or my chai.. Depends *entirely* on what you drink. =)

*nods* i had some really good teachers, and some really really stunningly bad ones.. most of them were okay. *shrug* In a way, though, it's kind of nice that i did because i know the damage a stunningly bad teacher can do, so can guard against that for the kids, including raising merry hell with the counselors' offices until they change assignments and schedules as necessary, should that be the best course of action.

Ayshela wanders in, mind clearly focused on other matters. She stops, noticing Walking Dreamer, and begins to speak welcome.. then looks over toward Zadown and his "The Dreamer" character.. deciding on the better part of valour, she smiles at both and backs away, leaving them to argue the matter betwixt themselves. OOC: welcome! as far as sigs, were it me i'd probably use the second, but as you're not me that may be immaterial.

"Auntie Ayshela, we're late! Hurry, we've got to go!" Ayshela looked down at Kaitlyn in fond amusement. "I know we are, dear, and we'll go along in just a moment. Now, what are the rules for the evening?" Kaitlyn thought for a moment, then said "Don't eat or drink stuff unless i ask you first. Stay where i can see you. And don't do anything Mr. Wyvern says to." Ayshela nodded then asked Kaitlyn to raise her arm. Clasping a bracelet gently on her wrist, she said "Just in case things start getting strange -" then she broke off as Kaitlyn looked oddly at her. "Okay, stranger than usual - and you want to come back to me but can't see me right away, just squeeze this a little bit. It will tug your arm gently toward me, so you can always find me. Remember that, okay?" Kaitlyn nodded, and bounced impatiently. "Why aren't we wearing dresses tonight?" "Because, dear, this is a Wyvern party. This will be much better." Looking over Kaitlyn's blue and green jumpsuit she nodded approval. "I'm almost ready." Ayshela checked herself in the mirror, approving the swirling black and grey pattern of her closely fit bodysuit. Buckling her polished black belt low across her hips so she could wear dagger sheaths strapped below, she nodded at the neat silhouette. She made sure her boots were laced tightly, then flipped her long hair back over her shoulders and went to pick up her cloak. No, she thought. Not tonight. Concealment is not the object here... and with a soft chuckle she conceded that even if it were, a cloak would be no help. Laying it across the bed, she took Kaitlyn by the hand and they left. ~~~~~ Ayshela and Kaitlyn wandered slowly down the line of bored people standing in line for the party. They stopped and talked to a few who looked vaguely familiar, but on realizing that they'd been at one of Wyvern's previous failed schemes, smiled and went on their way. Kaitlyn began to hang back a bit as they got closer to the entrance, and upon seeing the trolls nearly pulled herself loose from Ayshela's hand. Wishing she *had* brought her cloak, Ayshela stepped back and calmed Kaitlyn, reminding her that it was Melba there, there was a lot of illusion about, and it was okay for her to be there. Kaitlyn calmed a bit, and nervously walked toward Melba again. "Hi Melba, going to be a long night out here, isn't it?" Ayshela said. Melba grinned evilly and commented on the joys of catching gatecrashers, then asked for the entrance fee. "Of course! We each brought our haiku, as requested." Ayshela and Kaitlyn each gave Melba a small sheet of soft green paper with purple lettering on it, before passing on inside with a cheery wave. Melba looked at Ayshela's and read: Sleeping cat, beware - unnoticed foot approaches. Bite that ankle, now! She looked at Kaitlyn's then - My kitten pounces on the motes of dust which dare invade her domain. Looking back and forth between the two she wondered if she'd gotten them mixed up? Deciding that it really didn't matter, she set them aside to deal with the next arrival.