Ayshela

*laughs* *holds hands up innocently* not me! not guilty, this time! =) though i am glad to see this one again. *hugs*

Gives Annael a huge warm hug Best of luck with your move and stuff! We'll miss you, but we'll be here when you get back. *hugs*

Happy birthday, happy birthday, may you have all that you need and most of what you want! =) *hugs*

A very interesting poem, well done. Very interesting, thoughtful discussion as well. All in all, well worth bumping. =)

welcome back!

Ayshela takes a deep breath and opens her mouth to ask a question of Tralla.. thinks better of it, closes her mouth and wanders away shaking her head slightly.. *giggle*

Beautiful, and well written as always. *hugs*

YAY!!! It's a Cheyenne!!! *hugs* good to see you again! i hope things work out for you smoothly and quickly. *hugs*

Actually, Regel, you're spot-on. =) Gwaihir - thank you. Yes, that was exactly what was intended, to take the moment in time and make sense of the conficting reactions. Peredhil - thank you, as well. That kind of a complete reversal is moment-to-moment and incident to incident, because sometimes those old defenses ARE still necessary.. but stifling them to realize that this time, this moment, it's okay.. defense isn't necessary.. is one of the hardest, and one of the most frightening, things to do.

Hands. Large, strong, powerful, reaching for me where i've fallen, as i curl and try to hide. i see, again, all the hands which have swung at me through the years. Large, small, strong, or weak, when they hit they hurt. It hurts. Large, strong hands reach for me, find me, pick me up and hold me for a moment, then dry my tears. So gentle, for such powerful hands.

*nod* there are some real gems buried in the deeper pages. A shame, really. Thank you for bumping this one up.

wow. just.. wow.

Ayshela bustles into the Cabaret Room, cleaned and neat after the last parties and.. activities.. She hung banners and streamers and set out cakes and beverages of all sorts, packets of confetti and noisemakers everywhere. Standing back to check all her arrangements, she murmured to herself.. "Two sixteenth birthdays on the same day? Really now.." Noticing the time she gave a quick "meep!" and ran out the door again, leaving "happy birthday to you both" echoing in the air behind her.

this is a pulse-poundingly beautiful description. i like this whole piece, but this is beautifully crafted.

so many ways we can fill and shape our days. i like this.

This.. is stunning.

*hugs* there are those who would care there are those who would miss you however much it feels that there aren't

*nod* i think, here, one could come to understand what love is, and by comparison, what it *isn't*. I'm glad to see this posted here, especially so since i've been going to make a similar post for well over a month and by the time i get to the keyboard all sensible thought has departed and i've forgotten what i was going to say. *hugs everyone*

yuck, hope no one was hurt! *hugs* we'll see you when you get back. hope it isn't too long!

a vague blur which looks as if it might be an Ayshela bounces through the Cabaret Room repeating "Happy Friday! Happy Friday" on ever bounce. Fortunately, she, or it, or whatever that sleep deprived blur was, is gone too quickly for anyone to take aim.

ponders sitting for three solid months... James, what the heck will you be doing? and i hope they've wired your latrine appropriately, since gods know you'll need to be sitting THERE if you're gonna be anywhere that long...

a wonderful gift, from a wonderful heart.

*chokes* *thinks of a few stories told by bastards* *staggers away laughing hysterically*

*looks at the catalog again* oh... *that* one! oh, okay... *giggles*

oh yay, thanks for the understanding, support, and consistency, eh? *hugs*