Ayshela

Happy Happy Birthday!

Marvelous!!! Congratulations on a difficult job phenomenally well done!

i like them both, but in different ways. the second version is tighter, and holds more of the cold sadness that comes later in the processing of what's happened. The first version holds more of then wounded pain and anger, the initial shock at realizing how changed things are from what you thought. They're both very well done, but in tightening up the verse the emotion has changed.

perhaps you can't memorize it because it's a mirage? (big evil grin) i do like this. i agree that the line "multiple alone I end" is unclear and a bit confusing. Generally speaking, though, it seems to me to be questioning who you are, whether there's anyone else out there like you, and if there is, if you could find them. All questions which resonate with many other people.

very interesting style. i'll have to read it over more closely when i'm a bit more awake, but i did want to point this out. i absolutely love this line:

*nod* for appreciate it would have worked better to have "i value greatly all that you have done" otherwise, well done! i'll address this challenge when i have a few moments with brain in hand.. err.. in gear.. or something like that. have to finish my story first, though.

*laughs* oh lordy, ain't it the truth?! i love it! nice rhythm, nice flow and an excellent grasp of the truth of the situation! well done.

then i suppose it would be about you as you present yourself to us here at The Pen. edited to correct fumble fingered typo

Ayshela races into the room, heart pounding, looking desperately for Rune. Seeing the impish smile on her face, Ayshela skids to a stop and sighs, trying to decide whether to laugh or cry. She settles for throwing popcorn at Rune.

This is a very interesting idea. i am interested in participating, though i would greatly prefer if the writing were about personae rather than personal. There will be a great deal of getting to know the person behind the persona in the process anyway, but i would be uncomfortable asking personal questions for public exposure of whatever manner. i agree, i do like the circular setup as it maximizes the interpersonal interaction. i think it's reasonable to make public the list of writers/subjects. i would, however, be uncomfortable with the publication of each person's list of preferred subjects. i can't think, offhand, of anyone i would want NOT to write about, but should that situation exist for anyone that would be awkward to say the least. Would there be a deadline by which stories/poems/whatevers had to be posted? i will be moving in the near future, so time will be at a premium. if there will be a deadline that might affect my ability to participate.

Hearing a soft step behind her, Ayshela starts awake and turns her head, relaxing when she sees Alaeha stepping through the door. "M'lady, you need to come down now, you've been requested to attend a meeting." "A meeting? At this hour???" Ayshela looks toward the window, and seeing the sun rising, realizes she'd fallen asleep at her desk. Hastily scrubbing an ink mark off her face, she turns wearily and follows Alaeha, joining a growing stream of people. Entering the Cabaret Room, which has been transformed into a most impressive cathedral, Ayshela gratefully accepts a large cup of coffee which she sips carefully as she searches out an inconspicuous seat. Settling in her seat, she watches Ozymandias take the stage and hopes she can stay awake as she would hate to even inadvertently be rude to The Lore Master. Suddenly, to her astonishment, she hears "Ayshela. Salinye. Wrenwind. Damon Infernel. Tamaranis. Yui. Please rise and approach me." Joining the others walking toward the stage, Ayshela wonders if her face reflects her astonished confusion. Standing respectfully before Ozymandias, awaiting judgement and wondering what they'd done, confusion gives way to stunned delight as she hears "For services rendered to our beloved Pen and to our beloved craft, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Page." With a benevolent smile, Ozymandias dismisses them to stand beside him. Ayshela manages to gather her wits enough to move into position and stand with a dazed smile and witness Tamaranis become a Quill Bearer and the most deserving Yui become an Elder. Ayshela congratulates Tamaranis and the others promoted along with her, then kneels to Yui for a moment, in delighted awe. "You are truly deserving, M'lady. It is an honor to share the stage with you." Smiling widely, she hugs everyone there and goes in search of Alaeha, grabbing her for a hug and a quick happy dance. OOC: ohmygoodness!!! What a lovely morning surprise! Thank you so much. i am truly stunned, and deeply honoured. i will try to be worthy of the honour conferred upon me. Thank you!

Ayshela wanders in just behind Merry, a bit late as it had been so long since she'd worn formal clothes she'd had a horrible time buttoning up the back of her dress. Seeing that Merry could use a bit of help, Ayshela picks up another tray and weaves through the crowd on the other side of the room. /ooc - Happy Happy Birthday Ozymandias! May the year to come be happy and fulfilling, followed by many more just as pleasant!

'tis truly a selected few people. i like the contrast between the first and last lines.

i *like* this! very vivid imagery. i especially like the idea of bargaining with Death for time enough to write that one last sentence. Oddly, this rather reminds me of On A pale Horse, of the Incarnation of Immortality series. An image of a compassionate Death, who will get the necessary job done yet patiently wait for one to finish writing. This is very nicely done.

(giggle) to say the least!

*teary smile* nicely done. and she will almost certainly cry. but it's a mom thing - the heart does tend to overflow through the eyes.

gods, i must be tired! i didn't even see the innuendo, had to read it five times to see what Peredhil was commenting on. (wanders off shaking her head)

'appy birthday!!

Happy Happy Birthday!!

Ayshela walked carefully but swiftly along the winding trail. Outward senses scanning carefully for the unfamiliar or dangerous, her mind was awhirl in confusion and concern. Such a strange night. Ordinarily, her favorite wooded shelter lent itself to sound sleep and restful dreams. Not this - strange, distorted, disturbed - disturbing? Yes, definitely disturbing, menacing confusion. If only she had some idea what it was all about! If only she could remember some sensible bit of it (on the off chance that any of it was sensible, of course). Shaking her head slightly, Ayshela decided once more to dismiss the worries as a fruitless waste of energy. She'd been mulling it over all morning as she walked toward the Hostel and still the only clear memory of the night was a sense of Salinye being somehow in danger. That, at least, could be ascertained. Startled from her thoughts by a sudden sound and movement, Ayshela stopped and sank slightly back into the shadow of a tree. Looking deeper into the forest she quickly located the source of the sound, a - child? What - a child shouldn't be running alone into the forest. Moving to call the little girl back, Ayshela realized that the child was well beyond her range without a chase which would take her quite a ways out of her way now that she was so close, without even guarantee that she could catch her before she got wherever she was going. For a little one, she ran as if she knew the forest extremely well. With another little shake of her head at the peculiar events of the morning, she turned back on her way toward Hostel Fox, barely visible through the trees now. Though it wasn't her habit to enter the hostel from the back, Ayshela thought that perhaps this time she would be forgiven the unorthodox approach. Pausing at a bench she brushed her hair smooth, dusted herself off, and made certain that she was presentable. Taking a deep breath and nerving herself to look quite silly, she adjusted her cloak and strode toward the open back door. Pausing at the door, uncertain whether or not to knock, Ayshela heard voices from a room off toward the side. They sounded faintly upset about something, which set all Ayshela's worries spinning again. Forgetting courtesy for the moment, she stepped through the doorway and made her way toward the voices. As she entered the room she heard Salinye's name spoken, but Salinye herself was not there! Conversation stopped as Ayshela stepped into the room, startling the occupants who all turned to look at her. They appeared to be the hostel staff, without Salinye. Speaking to the woman whose voice Ayshela had heard, she said "Good morning. I came looking for Salinye. Is she here? Or would you please tell me where i might find her?" "and if she's alright", Ayshela thought to herself.

well, yes, but just think - if he took the blue pill, where would the story be?

well, then, i'll take the lonely 7, 8, and 10 as they have not been chosen yet.

security is like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It doesn't exist, but people like to spin tales about it and keep looking and wishing for it.

congratulations on your accepted application! are congratulations on a sudden sex change in order as well?

then with a "Hey you!" or "Mom!" they'll get a two-for-one response, as i answer quite readily to both of those as well.