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The thing looks like it wants to spray acidic vomit at me. Either that or bite me and make me turn radioactive. So it dyin’, no matter what.
@theducktator you heard me rightBestest Teddy Bear
#AnduthForever (❤️)@raxforge haha
like a dilophosaurus?
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
Anyone else having a problem with KP taking like a full minute to load each new page you try to open? I also keep encountering random error codes and times when KP just refuses to open for a couple hours.
Have you drank water today?
@loopylin yes!! It keeps happening to me.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
Hey! Is anyone on? @keilah-h @loopylin @whalekeeper @esther-c @koshka @elishavet-pidyon @freed_and_redeemed @anyone-else XD
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebFeel lik im doing a mic check CHECK 1…2…3!! XD
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebIt’s barely working on my end. @godlyfantasy12 I’m sorry for responding an hour late because that’s how long it took to get in.
"If I don't like something, it's probably sanctification. Ugh." -E.C.S.
Yeah I’m having the same issue.
"Real love is for your good, not for your comfort." -Justin Whitmel Earley
I made it! I’ve been trying to get on all day. Had it “opening” during work which was slow today.
But I have made it. *gasp for breath*
Koshka and I are working on homework, so we’ll be on and off… As much as Wyoh lets us in.
*glares at Wyoh*
Be nice! I wrote some scenes I want to share for critiques.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I am too suspicious about this connection to try to open another thread to do this… I think this is the right spot though.
@godlyfantasy12 @whalekeeper @koshka @freed_and_redeemed @ellette-giselle @loopylin @anyone-who-wantsI have picked up writing in my WIP a bit more the past week, although it’s a bit out of chronological order. I just fell in love with these side characters… It’s rough draft, so any thoughts are welcome!
“Shallat, little friends.” The merchant turned from his twine, a smile transforming his thin face. “Come in, sit down. Have a drink of water.”
“Shallat, Aidas.” the three children found places on the various barrels and crates behind the counter. Aidas dipped them each a cool drink from his earthen water pot. Like most of his things, the pot had come from a distant shore and had acquired a lengthy tale before it settled down in Aidas’ shop. Now Nadian was leaning against its side, almost dwarfed in its shadow.
The shopkeeper returned to his twine as the children drank. The soft snip, snip, of his shears served as conversation until he spoke.
“It has been a good year, yes? How are your parents?”
“Very well, thank you.” Viktor wiped his mouth. “Mama sent you this.” He pulled out the embroidered pouch. Adias took it gently and held it near his lamp. A broad smile broke out over his face again as he ran his fingers over the intricate colors.
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” He laid it down with a friendly pat. “Your mother is a wonderful woman. And did you two help with the stitching?”
Alyona and Nadian nodded, neither able to stop grinning. Aidias bowed to them.
“Ah! You are growing up on an old friend. How can these little hands make something so exquisite? But then, I suppose you have become skilled seamstresses since last summer. What shall I do with you?”
They laughed. Alyona pointed to a conspicuous display at the end of his table.
“I don’t remember seeing quills like that before. What kind of bird has silver feathers?”
The merchant turned to see what she was lookin at. An odd reverence softened his angular face. He reached across the table to pluck a quill from the arrangement. It shone blue and silver in the lamplight, the blue almost black against a bright metallic sheen. Aidas turned it slowly so they could see how the light played over it.
“This magnificent quill,” His voice was hushed, storylike. “Is from a race of eagles that fly only in Eirtan. The Mountain Guardians, they are called.” He paused to eye them expectantly. Nadian giggled. Aidas had a predictable method of storytelling that encouraged their interruptions. Alyona complied.
“Why are they called that?”
“That is a long story. But I think I can shorten it to today.” He handed the quill to Viktor with a flourish of his boney hand. Viktor stared at the feather, listening as the story twisted around in the merchant’s own peculiar fashion.
“A hundred years or so ago, when the sons of the Eirtanian fathers returned from exile, all the land between the Sea of Many Currents and the Mountains of Battlement was a fast wilderness of green. Nothing was left of the ancient kingdoms, except for Yartass, proud in the sea.”
“The Exiled were shepherds, but although the land was rich and beautiful, it was not a place for sheep. Some settled down with vineyards and farms, but the two chief leaders went on through the forests to the green hills rumored on the wind. It was a hard journey. Wild animals – great cats, wolves, and bears – preyed on the herds all day and night.”
Here Aidas broke into a lupine growl and lunged at them, getting a squeal from all three. He leaned back against his table, eyes twinkling.
Viktor had dropped the feather in surprise, and Alyona retrieved it. She gave him a pleading look. He sighed and let her keep it. Aidas launched back into his story with vigur.
“Very dangerous indeed. The shepherds were weary of the fight, and could only hope that once they were on open plains it would get better. Of course, it didn’t. While the cats and bears were less rampant, wild dogs and wolves still preyed on the sheep until the shepherds were nearly driven mad. Not even the sea had been this hard to cross.”
Once more, he paused to study them, waiting for a response. Viktor grinned.
“What happened?”
“Ah! A good question. One evening a pack of jackals drew around one of the herds, a pack larger than any they had met with yet. Just like every time before, the shepherd gave a desperate prayer for help, but as readied his sling, he knew he could not hold back the enemies by himself. He wept in despair.”
“Because of his tears, he did not realize what had happened at first, but as he wiped his eyes dry so he could see to aim, he saw a gleaming bird descend upon the beasts. A piercing cry split the air, and he watched in stunned wonder for a moment as a giant eagle cut its way through the pack of wolves.”
“I thought you said they were jackals.” Nadian wrinkled her nose. Aidas wrinkled his right back.
“Hush, maybe they were. History is not clear on that point. What it is clear on, is that although the pack was beyond what one, or even five shepherds could fight off, it broke and fled under the attack of the mysterious eagle. The shepherds were able to rout the murderous pack, and before the night had fallen, all was quiet again. Not a sheep had been lost that evening, nor throughout the night. In the morning, the beautiful silver bird was wheeling above them, ever watchful.”
“To this day, the eagles remain fast friends with the shepherds of the Mountains of Battlement. They help the shepherds guard their flocks and if there is battle that the shepherds fight in, their eagles go with them.” Aidas plucked another for himself, and stood studying it.
“Are they always blue and silver?”
“It is said that once a century or so, an eagle will hatch with golden feathers, but most are silver. Beautiful, no?”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
And a bit from Book 2!
“Welcome, husband.” The woman by the fire stood up. She was beautiful in her own way. Her eyes were a honey gold and glowed with a quiet excitement. The hair that she brushed back under her hood was dark as night. Alyona thought she might be a few years younger than Clehan. A small child was perched on her hip, his head resting on the woman’s shoulder.
Clehan stepped forward and kissed her forehead. Their whispered conversation was lost on Alyona. She shrank against the horse.
The movement drew the woman’s attention. Her face grew hard.
“Who is this?”
“Kal-Harad took her from the Eirtanian pastures. I thought you might have a better use for her than he did. She says her name is Aliah.”
Something passed unspoken between the two adults. The woman’s face softened. She turned to Alyona with something like kindness in her voice.
“Come, child. Wash your hands and face and then we will see what you can do.”
Alyona followed her to a leather pitcher and washed as she was bid. The woman then inspected her face and hands, finally nodding her approval.
“You will likely need a true bath tonight, but this will do for the moment. I will show you where to draw the water when evening comes. Now,” she led a path to the tent door and waved Alyona inside. The place was surprisingly bright inside, lit by a small fire in the center. The smoke escaped up through a vent in the roof.
“I am Laiba. I am Clehan’s wife, as you likely realized. These are my children.” She nodded to a boy and a girl playing on a mat with a set of wooden balls. They forgot their game when they saw Alyona and stared at her with wide, dark eyes like their father’s. The little boy Laiba was carrying struggled to get down. The moment his feet touched the tent floor he trundled off to join his siblings. Laiba smiled faintly.
“Almost grown then.” She studied Alyona with her squinted eyes. “You will watch the children while I cook and work on other things. If they are hurt by you at all, if you neglect them or strike them, or let another do so, I will break your neck. You understand?”
A tingle of fear swept down Alyona’s back. She nodded mutely.
“Well, I suppose you are older than I thought from your size. What’s your age?”
“Twelve.”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Yay! It worked. I realize now that the last bit was a touch scrambled. It should read like this:
The little boy Laiba was carrying struggled to get down. The moment his feet touched the tent floor he trundled off to join his siblings. Laiba smiled faintly.
“They are precious.” Alyona whispered politely, her heart twisting inside her. The girl had dark curls like Nadian, and eyes just as black. It rattled her in a way nothing else had in the whole long, dirty day. Her new mistress cut her a sharp glance.
“Have you have watched children before?”
“Yes. Often.”
“Well, I suppose you are older than I thought from your size. What’s your age?”
“Twelve.”
“Almost grown then.” She studied Alyona with her squinted eyes. “You will watch the children while I cook and work on other things. If they are hurt by you at all, if you neglect them or strike them, or let another do so, I will break your neck. You understand?”
A tingle of fear swept down Alyona’s back. She nodded mutely.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@kathleenramm @reaganramm @whoever’s-in-charge-now
Look several posts up. KP’s been taking forever to load and keeps giving error messages.To err is human; to arr is pirate.
What’s wrong with Alistair? Alaric is better though.
To err is human; to arr is pirate.
Your style is so smooth and descriptive. 😊
"If I don't like something, it's probably sanctification. Ugh." -E.C.S.
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