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I like him! He looks like a good friend to have in hard times.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Oooo, a scene….
Leo does have a point. At least fighting the Nazis gives him an idea of purpose. Poor kiddo.
Poor Riker though. I’m rather proud of him. Leo definitely struggles to see the hurt in other people.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
The bois!!!! Yay!! It’s been a while. Their story is so fascinating/emotional/fantastic.
*realizes they’re up for adoption*
I’ll adopt Wolfgang. Or Leo. Or….
Or… Can I be the little aunt who makes them cookies when they feel down? XD
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@koshka @peopleinterested @whoever
I’m playing with watercolor again! My favorite twin sister got me SpArkLY wAtErcOloRs. I am infatuated.
Anyway, this is Sypher, the character Koshka just put in the School RP.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I’m good with it being morning!
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I struggle with finishing too! (Or getting anywhere beyond Chapter 3 before I subside to excessive world building….)
I have found that writing out my thoughts for the scene no matter what they sound like does help me get something to work with. I can trash it later, but I will probably have a scene “frame” solidified. (Is that a thing? Does some fancy author teach on scene frames? I need to know. XD)
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Aw. (I forgot everyone can use Ink) That’s really cute. I would have been so happy if some of my childhood doodles came to life like that.Â
And very glad some didn’t.You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@whalekeeper @loopylin Benny is a fun character! Did Lois draw him?
Viktor (Library)
“Yes, kind of new. This year is my first.” He sat down in his chair again. The upholstery was still warm from where he’d curled up in it earlier. He settled back into the cozy spot.
The Hugo boy looked like he had attended the school much longer, or at least he was comfortable in the library. Viktor grinned.
“Have you come here a while?”
Something fluttered in the corner of Viktor’s vision. He guessed it was another moth wandering along the floor, and tried to ignore it for now.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@loopylin Ack! I did see it, but Sir Gawain was waving my Brit Lit homework in my face, and Robert Burns almost burnt the sticky toffee pudding. I have returned now though, since I have some Quiz stuff to put off doing for another hour.
@whalekeeper Mm hmm. 👀 This does actually happen in the story, but she can’t hit him then because he’s feverish from getting stabbed. Have to make up for it here.-
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You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
First off, those two memes are painfully hilarious. XD Thank you for blessing this place with them. XD
Now.
That’s some cool concept imagery. 😎
Yay! My quirky mental imagery has been deeply complemented. XD
I want them to be like the Silent Warriors in Aerethtrae, but more mystical. If that makes sense. XD Like Tolkien’s Valar or descriptions of angels without a traditional lense fogging the awe I felt when I read about them as a child.
But also not four faced cherubim either. 👀
Hence the idea that they’re literally made of light, which I took from the verse saying “He maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire.”
Which as a side note, makes them a sort of brethren with anyone with light in their blood.
How does the concept of ransom blood work? What are some of the other unbreakable laws (if you’ve thought them up yet)?
Um… It’s actually an old thought from the first idea revisited. I’m not sure, but it’s something like in Narnia when the Deep Magic says an innocent intercessor can save a traitor.
In my world, a traitor to life/light forfeits that and is bound to death/shadow. Any ransom must be paid in blood by one unbound and restoration must come from one who has authority to give back light.
Other laws are more simple, like scientific principles. Light always casts out darkness because darkness is literally the lack of light. So the power of the Faded comes from a sort of vacuum that sucks up and destroys. They can sway, steal, confuse, bind, afflict, and mortally wound if their influence is complete, but there’s not much else.
There also another “law” about signs of royalty like a woman’s uncut hair being a symbol of her “freeborn/lighted” status. (A concept reflecting Biblical principles of Godly submission/authority that I wanted to use for years, but thought it wouldn’t fit. Until I found out that long/short hair was a status symbol in Pagan England. Literally why medieval brides wore their hair down. It’ll be fun to explain to people. XD)
And I really need to figure a lot more out because it’s all still pretty vague.
Also hey, light and dark is a very universal metaphor, and if you add some of the literal uses of light/dark in the scientific world, that could make for a system which is on the high allegorical side, but concrete in some ways at the same time.
Oo, that’s a brilliant idea! I know it’s a pretty common metaphor – almost cliche- so I’ve been struggling to find ways to make it engaging.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Reúven & Liora (School Grounds)
It was almost dark as night before the school lit their way with it’s enthusiasm for lights. Liora followed Reúven up the front steps a little closer than she would have normally.
“You know, we would have been in so much trouble if we were out after dark a few years ago.”
“A few years ago?” He held the door open with a grin. “I could run the streets all I wanted.”
A passing janitor waved at them from his mop bucket. They waved back and took to the stairs.
“After dark?” She smirked.
“Well, I guess not.” He paused on one landing, head tilted thoughtfully. “The donuts were worth it though.
“Donuts?”
“Yes! The street vendor up the way made the best donuts before the sun was up.”
“Is this the vendor that had the Coodoodle bird?”
“No, no. That was the aulieve seller on Ishlak Street. This one had a cat. It was mean, but it liked me.”
She laughed, which made him laugh too. His hazel eyes twinkled as he swung up onto the next set of stairs.
“And your father didn’t mind?”
“Like I said. The donuts were worth it. When he couldn’t get them, I realized we needed some brave hero to get them for us. So I became one.”
“The donut hero. You did pay for them, right?”
“As if I wouldn’t!”
She watched him, her own grey eyes quiet. Expressionless. He shook his head.
“Sometimes he gave them to me.”
“Willingly?”
“What do you think?” He caught the banister and swung himself around to face her. Because just turning was too boring. She raised her eye brows.
“I think you were an honest little kid who never snuck something you weren’t supposed to. Never took something without paying. Never-”
“Oh hush. You’re the thief.” He stomped up to the landing above.
“False accusations! I plead innocent.”
“Hmm.” He looked down at her from the next flight. “She protests too much.”
“What are you talking about?”
But he only laughed and called back over his shoulder. “Race you, Ishdoti.”
She pounded up after him, yelling insults in return. Not that most girls would call Heart-friend or Beloved an insult. Liora was special.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
*Pops out of nowhere*
By the way, I don’t know your friend, but I’m gonna guess she would love your questions. We usually like sharing, even if we’re shy about it sometimes. And if your bestie doesn’t know exactly, getting your questions may be a great place for her to find the “why” for herself.
Or you can ask on here like you did. XD
I absolutely agree that Jesus has an experience for everyone if they’re hungry! I love hearing the stories of His wonder at work where no one would guess. I also fully agree that all the gifts and the fruit of the Spirit are in God’s power to give to any spirit filled believer. God has so much in store for all of us! I feel like too often we get satisfied with the dry wilderness when He is the rock following behind, just waiting for us to come and drink.
*preaches to self here*
I am curious though. Do you not separate Tongues(for personal edification/to God alone/initial sign of Holy Spirit baptism) from Tongues(For the edification of the church/interpretation)? We do because Paul does, but I understand many don’t.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
It’s okay! I’ll actually be really busy tomorrow as well. (Homework+ Burn’s Night preparations + nearby Bible Quizzing Tournament)
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Aha!
By the way, Loopy, I’m not strong either, but I’m too stubborn to get a cart for bags of dogfood. You can do it, Loopy. Be stubborn!!!
Viktor (Library)
one of these days I’m going to use his actual name and not catch it. And there will be confusion. 😬“What?” Viktor rose too quickly and smacked his head on the side of the table. He stumbled, blinking back the sudden haze.
A boy stood there, holding out a small casket. Lamplight gleamed in its polished metal like a blurry lamp of silver. Viktor swallowed.
“Ke! It’s mine. Please.” He reached out and took it in his two hands. It was cool as always. No new scratches caught his eye. He clicked the catch and watched the lid spring open just like it had when his uncle had first shown him.
A sliver star lay inside, it’s crevasses showing tarnishing where soot had stayed too long. Viktor lifted it and checked to make sure his father’s photo was beneath.
Yes. The familiar face smiled back from one of the few images left without it being blacked out. Viktor put the medal back and snapped the case shut.
It was all there. An embarrassed laugh slipped out as Viktor realized there were tears dripping off his nose. He scrubbed them away with the back of his hand.
“I’m Viktor. Thank you for finding this. What’s your name?”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
I’m game!
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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