09-28-2018, 03:01 AM
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<center><div class="ilmacontain"><div class="ilma"><i>Ilma</i></div><div class="ilmagrad"></div><div class="ilmaquote">And there's a lesson waiting to be learned<br>the firestarters always get the burns<br>and the good guys never get the girl</div><div style="padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;"><p class="ilmamess">
Today has been not too different from many other days; Hyaline is relatively peaceful even though her mind is still searching for ideas, concerning contracts, and wondering about why Valdis had gone with Lepis even though Ilma had specifically said that Lepis was only allowed out under guidance of an adult but well, the girl had been returned by Wolfbane the next day. She shook her head about that – from now on she supposed that if a deal was still to be made, it’d be better if she let Solace and Wolfbane do the negotiating. Clearly Ilma and Lepis weren’t going to work it out any time soon.
Then, there was the whole ordeal of Svedka returning, and she still had to figure out all which that entails. But now, she is distracted by a voice, calling her and several others together. Double double toil and trouble! Which means absolutely nothing to her other than that it is potentially threatening her home, so she follows the sound to a foggy scene. The white mare recognizes a black from her own kingdom – Briseis – but that’s about all she really sees until they are scattered again with the weirdest of tasks. A challenge to face their fears? She muses. The idea scares her, but – she’s been through so many weird things already, with Llowell, and Svedka, and this whole stealing ordeal – what worse can this Jack do to her? And so she tells herself to be brave, and who knows, this time she may actually earn something, unlike when she miserably failed in the Beqanna Games (she doesn’t remember the human abduction, and she should be glad about that).
The weirdo figure tasks them to disguise themselves. As what, she wonders. She’s friggin’ white all over! And then a good trick, or a treat. To defeat him? Maybe the treats are to distract him. Tricks too, probably. She cocks her head at his appearance, the candies that surround him, he must be in for something sweet. Oh, but she knows some sweet things.
He seems to like creepy fog and skeletons and pumpkins. All that is put together in her head rather quickly. She doesn’t need to hunt. She only needs to lie down and wait.
But she’s not dressed for the occasion yet; she moves from the strange scene, back to Hyaline; finds the materials she needs quickly in the mountains. She considers the caves near the sea; at night, they’re slippery, foggy, and dark. Then she wrinkles her nose. And full of stinking bird and fish residues and fairies know what else. She can’t stay there. Besides, it may ruin her disguise. For what that’s worth.
She treks along the river at night and disappears into the forests of Taiga. With all it’s history, that place should be creepy enough for the weird figure to come by, she thinks. She finds some mud in a creek and smears it over her face, surrounding her eyes not unlike a giant panda face. She washes the dirt off her hooves and, with the fading sunset, lets go of the glowing wings on her back.
She finds a moonlit clearing, and some bushes nearby to wait in. She’s brought the sweet things that she’ll need, and she’s waiting, soundless, motionless.
Not so very unlike a ghost.
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<center><div class="ilmacontain"><div class="ilma"><i>Ilma</i></div><div class="ilmagrad"></div><div class="ilmaquote">And there's a lesson waiting to be learned<br>the firestarters always get the burns<br>and the good guys never get the girl</div><div style="padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;"><p class="ilmamess">
Today has been not too different from many other days; Hyaline is relatively peaceful even though her mind is still searching for ideas, concerning contracts, and wondering about why Valdis had gone with Lepis even though Ilma had specifically said that Lepis was only allowed out under guidance of an adult but well, the girl had been returned by Wolfbane the next day. She shook her head about that – from now on she supposed that if a deal was still to be made, it’d be better if she let Solace and Wolfbane do the negotiating. Clearly Ilma and Lepis weren’t going to work it out any time soon.
Then, there was the whole ordeal of Svedka returning, and she still had to figure out all which that entails. But now, she is distracted by a voice, calling her and several others together. Double double toil and trouble! Which means absolutely nothing to her other than that it is potentially threatening her home, so she follows the sound to a foggy scene. The white mare recognizes a black from her own kingdom – Briseis – but that’s about all she really sees until they are scattered again with the weirdest of tasks. A challenge to face their fears? She muses. The idea scares her, but – she’s been through so many weird things already, with Llowell, and Svedka, and this whole stealing ordeal – what worse can this Jack do to her? And so she tells herself to be brave, and who knows, this time she may actually earn something, unlike when she miserably failed in the Beqanna Games (she doesn’t remember the human abduction, and she should be glad about that).
The weirdo figure tasks them to disguise themselves. As what, she wonders. She’s friggin’ white all over! And then a good trick, or a treat. To defeat him? Maybe the treats are to distract him. Tricks too, probably. She cocks her head at his appearance, the candies that surround him, he must be in for something sweet. Oh, but she knows some sweet things.
He seems to like creepy fog and skeletons and pumpkins. All that is put together in her head rather quickly. She doesn’t need to hunt. She only needs to lie down and wait.
But she’s not dressed for the occasion yet; she moves from the strange scene, back to Hyaline; finds the materials she needs quickly in the mountains. She considers the caves near the sea; at night, they’re slippery, foggy, and dark. Then she wrinkles her nose. And full of stinking bird and fish residues and fairies know what else. She can’t stay there. Besides, it may ruin her disguise. For what that’s worth.
She treks along the river at night and disappears into the forests of Taiga. With all it’s history, that place should be creepy enough for the weird figure to come by, she thinks. She finds some mud in a creek and smears it over her face, surrounding her eyes not unlike a giant panda face. She washes the dirt off her hooves and, with the fading sunset, lets go of the glowing wings on her back.
She finds a moonlit clearing, and some bushes nearby to wait in. She’s brought the sweet things that she’ll need, and she’s waiting, soundless, motionless.
Not so very unlike a ghost.
</p></div><div class="ilmaquoterepeat">and shooting stars cannot fix the world</div></div></center>
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time