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« on: May 24, 2011, 06:04:37 pm »
Oddly enough her skills with a sword and shield became an asset finally. She would be assigned as protection for various clerics and church officials. Being a student of the Al'Noth as well as a warrior, she became a bridge between two groups who often did not communicate well and her skills as a negotiator improved. She would travel with the teams sent to investigate wild magic or areas of dead magic.
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« on: May 23, 2011, 10:56:08 pm »
The life of service to the church is gruelling, especially when she wields no natural talent for it. As her peers progress to positions within the service, she remains. She is questioned time and time again if this service is really what she was called for. Steadfast as the stars she turns her gaze to, she will not be detered. She has her family and the support of the man she loves with every beat of her heart. This is where she belongs, this is the path she was destined to follow....and so she remains.
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« on: July 11, 2010, 08:52:10 pm »
//please send pm about materials and such. As listing it all would be cumbersome.
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« on: July 01, 2010, 04:41:51 pm »
She silently leans against the door frame, watching him work. Muscles flex and relax as he goes about his tasks, the weight of her glance is like a physical touch and his head lifts. It takes mere heartbeats for him to find her. Tossing the objects he had in his hand aside in a nearby crate, he moves toward her. She straightens and moves toward him. Moments later his arms enfold her and she tucks herself against his heart. They speak softly to each other, without moving for long moments. They share simple words, gentle caresses, blending into a reaffirmation of the love they share. Sometime later the topic of renovation of the house is discussed and the pair set off to see it.
The house is quiet and cool as they arrive just before sunset. He takes great pride in showing off all the new changes and improvements. Acquainting her with his favorite places. The door closes behind them and the outside world fades into nothingness for them. Possessions are discarded haphazardly in the next moments. Candles are lit as night darkens the room. What began as quiet tenderness escalates to a joyous celebration. Suddenly a loud crack followed by the sudden crash of a corner of the bedstead to the floor cause the pair to freeze and look in surprise at each other. As realization sinks in they both burst out in laughter. They continue to laugh as they readjust to offset the odd angle of the bed. Mirth gives way to everyday conversation yet remain entwined as they talk.
Sometime later he gently pulls away to reach for something tucked in garments hastily tossed on the floor. Taking something from a pocket he returns to her. A question earnestly asked. A ring adoringly offered. The answer reverently given. The gift gently placed upon her finger. As a gentle kiss realigns the course of thier lives, the two revel in the joy they share. As the candles burn out and leave the room painted in the softest moonlight they sleep. Her hand in his, resting softly upon his chest. Her head upon his shoulder the soft beat of his heart in her ear. His cheek nestled in her hair. The future full of promise glistening on the horizon like the dawn.
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« on: June 29, 2010, 09:15:02 pm »
//place holder for CDQ write up... but I need to work on it more.
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« on: June 27, 2010, 11:13:54 am »
I have never in my life been so happy to sit down. We finally arrived at Spellgard and the Temple. Upon our arrival we were tasked along with a horde of others with helping a small local community who had a retaining wall holding back a fairly swift moving river. The storms from a few days ago weakened it, and the whole structure was ready to collapse. Nothing like moving a small mountain of stones in knee deep mud to work out the kinks of a long march.
There is more written but it is apparent that the writer was more asleep than awake and the final line written is merely where the quil slid across the page as the hand that guided it gave way to gravity and sleep.
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« on: June 27, 2010, 10:27:20 am »
The grumblings amoung the others has stopped after two days. We have worked out a compromise with each other and with Priestess Glenna. Who blackmailed me into letting her walk by refusing to eat. We modified the litter to be more like a chair so she could see as we traveled instead of lying flat and being "Toted about like a body". We stop frequently so she can walk some. Each time we break down the litter she would choose one of us to assist her as she walked. Its now developed into a rotation. Left front carrier then Rigt front carrier ~ Left back carrier then right back carrier~ then rear guard ~ then escort ~ After that you are point guard and scout.
We are still traveling at a snails pace but morale is better and our charge is once again being reasonable.
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« on: June 27, 2010, 10:14:21 am »
Priestes Glenna is not speaking to me... again. perhaps it is still. The weather turned and I just refused to allow her to trudge on in the mud. I also decided that I am now incharge of the detail and sent half of us back. There is no reason we needed 16 armed guards for one ancient but stubborn priestess. I also insisted she ride in the litter we constucted. We all gave up our extra cloaks and made a fairly weatherproof and warm nest for her. We all take turns in rotation carrying one corner of the litter which for security is acceptable as I see it. I may get to Spellgard and learn I no longer have a place within the Guards of the Temple but I wil at least deliver the charge I accepted responsibility for in good health and safe.
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« on: June 27, 2010, 10:05:53 am »
Half the page is scribbled out. Her handwriting under the scribbles has an aggressive slant to it and if you spent the time to read under the scribbles you would find a great deal of frustration and unhappiness.
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« on: June 27, 2010, 10:03:04 am »
I am so cross with myself. I do not understand half of the random bits of knowledge Priestess Glenna tosses at me. I try and try. I work hard. I practice hard. I shuffle along side her. Why she continues to refuse a wagon or a carriage... a litter for Stars sake I simply cannot fathom. She's OLD! Really and truely OLD. Yet she wants to walk every step all the way to Spellgard herself.
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« on: June 27, 2010, 09:57:02 am »
At this point there are a number of pages that appeared to be ripped out. Several attempts at making the lost pages look neat and orderly are apparent but the pages are gone just the same.
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« on: June 26, 2010, 01:55:27 pm »
I am so excited. I have been appointed to a guard detail to take one of the elder priestess' Glenna to Spellgard. She choose me by name. I can't believe the honor. I figure it wont be more than a full month there and back. I should be able to finish the projects I have in the crafting chest when I get back. I must hurry and find Zak to let him know about this. He will be so proud. Daniel and Bella were not home when I stopped by but I left a note in the door frame.
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« on: June 26, 2010, 11:15:21 am »
thanks !!! I really enjoyed it and I appreciate your hard work to make it great.
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« on: May 17, 2010, 06:46:37 pm »
Winter had settled in. Outside the wind howled and snarled. The storm spat ice in tiny darts along with the down pour of rain. Only someone with unavoidable commitments ventured out. Not being among those poor souls the pair chose against venturing out and remained locked within the warmth of the dwelling.
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« on: May 17, 2010, 06:46:07 pm »
Rain pelted the rooftop and ran in tiny rivers down the crafting house wall. The comforting warmth within and the hypnotic rythmn of his motions created a sense of peace and tranquility. Making a comfy spot near him she brings out her work ledger. Symbols and signs carefully penned and defined, referenced for her to study. Sleep steals over her like a soft shadow. In time he looks over and realizes she was sleeping. Packing his tools and supplies, he crouches down and softly runs his index finger along her jaw line. lifting her chin as her eyes slowly open he leans in and lightly kisses her. As he leans back both smile, the world slides away for the moment leaving just the two of them and the love that grows with each day.
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« on: May 16, 2010, 02:31:07 pm »
Leaf
Please contact me about this.
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« on: May 13, 2010, 08:00:28 pm »
Sitting in a tree near the fishing spot Charlie is fond of, a book balanced on her lap as she writes.
The days have settled into a series of patterns. I find soul deep contentment in my life. I have so much good in my life that I sometimes feel guilty for it. I thank the Lady each dawn for all my blessings.
I continue to study The Al'Noth, and its many facets. Storold seems proud of my progress, although of late we have had little time together. I spend much of my days caring for Charlie and Rachel and Lana's girls. It seems both Bella and Daniel are always off somewhere doing important tasks. I feel a sense of pride that they entrust me with them while they are away. I have also done more crafting.
She pauses to watch a pair of squirrels in a nearby tree chase each other about. Her mind wanders and she sits still allowing the day to drift lazily by.
After a long while she begins to write once more.
I have given my heart to another. I know without a doubt my heart is safe with him. I know I am safe with him. He is elven, and that has turned some frowns my way, but I care not. He loves me true, and I return it in full measure.
A joyful peace dances within her expression as she packs her belongings away and jumps down. Heading off in the direction of Hempstead she goes to meet his ship which is due in to the port in two days.
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« on: May 03, 2010, 10:51:21 pm »
Sheep floated by like clouds and flowers were the size of cows wandering about. Walking as if there were somewhere she needed to get to she scattered the flowers as she moved. They shook green leaves at her and turned thier blossoms away. A red door stood in the field. Opening the door and stepping through she was tumbling and falling. Shrubbery pointed and taunted like children in a school yard. Laughing at her fear. She tried to scream, she tried to stop, she was helpless to do anything but watch the ground rush at her.
Sitting up suddenly in bed a scream of terror trapped in her throat. The pain memory flashing like lighting across her memory. Strong arms engulf her and a sleep rough whisper dances along her bare shoulder. Turning into the arms she lets the nightmare pass and focuses on the one holding her. She was safe. He would keep all dangers from her. She could sleep again. Closing her eyes she snuggled against him, giving herself over to his comfort and care. The strong beat of his heart beneath her ear lulling her back to dreamless sleep.
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« on: April 30, 2010, 06:29:37 pm »
In the afternoon light she sits quietly with a pile of scarlet silk in her lap. Rachel is napping and Charlie and the girls are out training with Tod. It's quiet and blissfully peaceful. Stitch by delicate stitch she sews. Reinforcing the seams and double folding the material along the area that chafe most under armor. Holding the shirt up to the light she inspects the work ensuring that the stitches are even and no material puckers.
Stars that man is going to look so good in this shirt...
She grins to herself as she finishes off the seam. All that is left now is to attach the short collar. Created to be worn up so the neck of the armor is kept from the skin or worn folded down to lay flat against his neck when not wearing armor. Fastened with a twisted frog closure made from hours of careful placement and sewing folded thread into a design with a knot on one side and more folded thread into a loop on the other. Bella had said it would only be two days. She should return by this evening or tomorrow morning. Setting aside the work making sure to pack up all her sewing gear, she goes to check on the baby and start dinner cooking.
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« on: April 29, 2010, 09:02:35 pm »
Holding a squirming Rachel, she sits down in the shallow creek water. Charlie and the girls are deeper in the stream yelling and splashing. The hot weather was making the kids a bit cranky and it seemed everyone else had duties and errands, so she had decided on a small field trip to a nearby bend in the creek. The water was cool and the indoor voices were left behind.
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