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Faeriegirl's writings :) Adventures of Fireseed!

faeriegirl

Yup, faeriegirl has been infected with the writing virus!

Mostly to collect my snippets and whatever may follow, for enjoyment of everyone! Easier rereading too, ofcourse Wink



Comments&feedback are much appreciated!



Story index! Here are links directly to the story-posts!(which include the collages by Embala!)

Firefighters (grab-bag november-09)

The Egg Incident (grab-bag december-09)

Her Hero, aka Hero Worship version 1 (grab-bag january-10)

and version 2 of Her Hero, the much better version Wink

Wolfwood (grab-bag february-10)

Dreamberry elf (grab-bag october-09)

A mother's love (grab-bag july-09)

Test Run (grab-bag april-09)

Family ties (grab-bag march-10)

Peacemaker (grab-bag april-10)

Destiny decided (grab-bag june-09)

Wavedancer storytime

Culture clash (grab-bag may-10)

Shadow Pact (grab-bag may-10)

Pact's End (grab-bag may-10)

Two unnamed snippets (grab-bag august&september-10)

The Longest Night (grab-bag october-10)

All things must pass - Gift for Embala (Secret Santa gift 2010)

Adventures of Fireseed pt 1 (D&D story)



Pictures:

Cleopatra made pretty Elmireth drawing!

I made pretty Elmireth animated picture!

My character page, with description and lots of dollz on my characters (in the EDA group)

Startear made pretty Elmireth doll!

Tried my hand at drawing Elmireth...

faeriegirl

Because I wanted the first post only for index, I've moved Firefighters to here Smile
Firefighters (contribution November '09 grab-bag)
“High Ones! No!” Hugging the tree in a lover’s embrace, Redlance let his powers flow. The tree already started smoking from the fire set to it, but the elves fiercely fought to prevent losing their new holt. Never again would they be driven away, not even by fire!

One moment, a dream-like vision, he re-lived the agony of the Father Tree Holt fire. How he had wished his tree-shaping powers had emerged before then, how he maybe -just maybe- could have saved them...

“You couldn’t have, dear shaper. It was time to go. And I’m not really dead, you know.” Redlance blinked. He had always heard only whispers and sighs from the trees, but this was more. And it sounded oddly much like... “Yes, it’s me. I’ve come here to help you fight this -our- enemy.”

Redlance doubled his efforts to save the Forbidden Grove Holt. “No! I won’t let it happen again! We’re staying here!”

Quickly, but oh it felt so slowly, and surely, Redlance felt the trees relax from the panic the fire caused them, and help him sending moisture up to where it was needed so desperately. It was no dream! The spirit of Father Tree had really come to help them!

As quick as the trees relaxed, the fire was put out. And it would stay that way, for the combined efforts of elves, wolves and preservers prevented the lighting of another torch.

When Dart and his band arrived, the battle was completely over. Redlance wiped his brow and smiled. “Thank you.”

Wouldn't be complete without Embala's beautiful collage, though:

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And here's The Egg Incident (December '09 grab-bag)

Slowly, silently, the ponderous stone egg rotated in mid-air. The outer shell contains another egg - and within that, yet others - all floating and spinning in unison.

Egg sat still in his chair, almost a throne, weaving in the egg the symbols of the feast the Gliders were having at the same moment with the Wolfriders.

In his mind, he saw all the food and drinks, saw Leetah push the glass of wine, and Pike trying to help but only setting Cutter on fire. It didn’t matter to him, all he did was set everything to stone.

When the trouble-makers left the room, he kept his attention near his Lord. The feast continued with a few members less.

Now, his attention was drawn by something to his lips. He drank the fluid. And suddenly the world changed!

The egg got out of his control, changing shape and rotating wildly. His head hurt, he couldn’t get it under control anymore! Why did Winnowill do this?
It seemed like minutes, maybe even hours later that he felt her hands on him and her healing power flow through him, making the pain go away.

She sent.

“There. I have cleansed you - and now you can restore the Great Egg. I swear no one shall tamper with you again!” Then, she was gone, and he was once again alone.
Was it just imagination, or did he really feel something more than anger behind her sending? Something not felt in countless eights of time... compassion? Would she finally be turned around on her dark path now? Egg hoped so, for he had seen in the Great Egg foretellings of great disaster if she did not. But he could not tell anyone, only hope...

And, Embala once more found great pictures to go with it! Look here!

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faeriegirl

Ok, third and for the time being last post...

Her Hero, aka Hero worship (January '10 grab-bag)

“So, daughter... you persist in telling your lies.”
“But they’re not lies, father! A forest spirit did rescue me!”
“You are crazy.” He hit her, and she fell to the ground. Quietly, her tears fell.
“How can you forget what these creatureshave done to us? Or have they possessed your mind? There will be no more talk of ‘kindly’ demons.”
Elona gave in, what else could she do? She wiped her tears away. “Yes, father.”

Later that night, Elona couldn’t sleep. In the end, she grabbed her coat, a gift from her late grandmother, and went out into the forest - searching for her hero. Elona knew that she had to be careful, if she was caught outside by the wrong person, she’d get severe punishment. But how could she stay inside, knowing that the spirits were not evil? She had to try and make peace! Even if that meant defying her father... Softly, she touched the bruise on her cheek. Surely it was an accident, her father couldn’t have meant to hit her that hard, could he?

All of a sudden, she was surrounded by evil looking creatures! They were armed, and riding ferocious animals! She had never seen such beasts before, and feared for her life. Suddenly, her saviour jumped in. He gestured a bit, and stared at her attackers. Then, they were gone. It felt like hours, even though only moments had passed.

“Are... are they gone?” Elona heard her voice tremble. He grabbed her and dragged her back towards the village. “We must get you back to where you belong!”
Safely gotten back to the village, Demontricker told her it was better to leave the forest spirits be, for their and her own well-being. It wasn’t fair! She sighed. But maybe he was right. Father was so passionate about the spirits being evil, how could she, a little girl, change their minds?

At night, she dreamt of her hero. How she was with him, together making peace with each other’s tribe, and then exploring the world together, making peace everywhere. There was a strange but wonderful place where they could live in peace, the village had a huge stone lady looking out over the sea. Elona thought she had to be their Gotara, protecting them from the dangerous waters. The lady was pretty, with a spiky crown and a torch in her hand. She came closer to the lady, she wanted to see what was in her other hand...

“hssssst!” A hand over her mouth. “Get your cloak. We’ll talk outside.” Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Elona recognized her hero. She followed him far into the woods, until he stopped by the river. There, he told her of his many adventures, and how he knew she was brave enough to accompany him... Ofcourse she would! Didn’t he know she would follow him anywhere? They would bring their peoples closer, become legends! Her poor hero, so alone...

They would go far, far away, and never come back. Elona choked. Her mother! Could she leave her? Her hero told her they had to be quick, before the howl beast discovered them!

AYOOOWAALL! Quickly, he pushed her out of the way. “We waited too long! The howl beast is upon us! Run, Ee-lon-ya! Save yourself!”
Oh, her brave hero! He took the beast on alone! Together, they fell into the river, and all Elona could do was watch. “Stop! Oh, please! You’re killing him!” Tears were filling up in her eyes, and she wiped them away.

Her hero was fighting bravely, but the beast was strong! She had to help him!
“I’m coming, spirit! Hang on”
“Stay back...”

He dragged the beast underwater, or did the beast drag him? Elona couldn’t see, and the both of them did not return to the surface yet. Long, she waited. She knelt on the riverbank, feeling her hopes starting to die as her hero never surfaced. He had sacrificed his life to save hers, but it didn’t feel good. All she felt was loss... and a terrible fear of the dangerous forest. Elona hurried back to the village, and never ventured out again.



wow, seems like they're getting longer and longer! Tongue

Comments&feedback appreciated!

Yay, collage by Embala!

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WolfMoonSky

That are some bautifull stories!!!Grin
The collages really does fit in your story. I like the story of Elona. Is she your own character of is she from someone else?

faeriegirl

Elona is from Blood of Ten Chiefs, but that was told from Mantricker's perspective. So this is the other side of the story Wink I'm flattered!



Glad you like my stories, and all credit for the collages is for Embala, ofcourse!

(oh, and fixing the blank lines between paragraphs right now)

WolfMoonSky

Oh I see, so she as from the ten chiefs? that I didn't know thatTongue

faeriegirl

Yup, BoTC 14 or 15, if I remember correctly...

faeriegirl

Yup.... BoTC14... right here

WolfMoonSky

Oh wait, I forgot her but now I remember her again!!!Happy

faeriegirl

Smile she's cute... and married Demontricker later in life! Wink (some other story... think the one about Skar...)

WolfMoonSky

Ah It's all coming back nowWink I think I lost some memories, I'm getting old, I am only 16 but still LOL

And yeah she is cuteTongue

CrimsonAnna

I like them all. My favourite is the egg story. And such a simple yet great idea to tell a story from a different point of wiew.

faeriegirl

Yay! Thanks! Glad you like them!

faeriegirl

oh! Totally forgot to add Version 2 of Hero Worship here! Oops! Shoot_me Headbang2
well, here it is:
Hero worship, version 2

“So, daughter... you persist in telling your lies.”
“But they’re not lies, father! A forest spirit did rescue me!”
“You are crazy.” He hit her, and she fell to the ground. Quietly, tears fell from her brown eyes.
“How can you forget what these creatureshave done to us? Or have they possessed your mind? There will be no more talk of ‘kindly’ demons.”
Elona gave in, what else could she do? She wiped her tears away. “Yes, father.”

Later that night, Elona couldn’t sleep. In the end, she grabbed her coat, a gift from her late grandmother, and went out into the forest - searching for her hero. Elona knew that she had to be careful, if she was caught outside by the wrong person, she’d get severe punishment. But how could she stay inside, knowing that the spirits were not evil? She had to try and make peace! Even if that meant defying her father... Softly, she touched the bruise on her cheek. It had already turned blue. Surely it was an accident, her father couldn’t have meant to hit her that hard, could he?

All of a sudden, she was surrounded by evil looking creatures! They were armed with short yet very sharp knives, and riding ferocious animals with blazing eyes and huge teeth! She had never seen such beasts before, and feared for her life. Suddenly, her saviour jumped in. He gestured a bit, and stared at her attackers. Then, they were gone. It felt like hours, even though only moments had passed.
“Are... are they gone?” Elona heard her voice tremble, and hung on to his blue shirt. He grabbed her and dragged her back towards the village. “We must get you back to where you belong!”
Safely gotten back to the village, Demontricker told her it was better to leave the forest spirits be, for their and her own well-being. It wasn’t fair! She sighed. But maybe he was right. Father was so passionate about the spirits being evil, how could she, a little girl, change their minds?

At night, she dreamt of her hero. How she was with him, together making peace with each other’s tribe, and then exploring the world together, making peace everywhere. There was a strange but wonderful place where they could live in peace, the village had a huge stone lady looking out over the sea. Elona thought she had to be their Gotara, protecting them from the dangerous waters. The lady was pretty, with a spiky crown and a torch in her hand. She came closer to the lady, she wanted to see what was in her other hand...

“hssssst!” A hand over her mouth. “Get your cloak. We’ll talk outside.” Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Elona recognized her hero. She followed him far into the woods, until he stopped by the river. Both the moons were full, so she could see him well, from his long brown hair to his blue boots.
There, he told her of his many adventures, and how he knew she was brave enough to accompany him... Ofcourse she would! Didn’t he know she would follow him anywhere? They would bring their peoples closer, become legends! Her poor hero, so alone...
They would go far, far away, and never come back. Elona choked. Her mother! Could she leave her? She loved her so much! But her hero said they had to be quick, because there was a monster around here, the howl beast. It was ferocious, you had to be with a large hunting group to kill it, fighting it alone was an almost impossible task. They should leave very quick, for the beast was smart and would find them soon!

AYOOOWAALL! Oh no! What was that? Quickly, he pushed her out of the way while the monster came crashing through the bushes. It was a horrible sight, fierce yellow eyes amidst long hair, and large antlers on its head. And as if that wasn’t enough, it had huge claws which could tear you apart in an instant!
“We waited too long! The howl beast is upon us! Run, Ee-lon-ya! Save yourself!”
Oh, her brave hero! He took the beast on alone! Together, they fell into the river, and all Elona could do was watch. “Stop! Oh, please! You’re killing him!” Tears were filling up in her eyes, and she wiped them away. Her hero was fighting bravely, but the beast was strong! She had to help him! He had said so himself, trying to fight the beast alone was almost impossible!
“I’m coming, spirit! Hang on”
“Stay back...”
He dragged the beast underwater, or did the beast drag him? Elona couldn’t see, and the both of them did not return to the surface yet. Long, she waited. She knelt on the riverbank, feeling her hopes starting to die as her hero never surfaced. Hoping against hope, she waited even longer. But when dawn was near, Elona could not longer avoid the horrid truth: her hero was dead. He had sacrificed his life to save hers, but it didn’t feel good. All she felt was loss... and a sudden, terrible fear of the dangerous forest. If even a hero like hers couldn’t survive here... how could she?
Elona hurried back to the village, and never ventured out again.

Yay, collage by Embala!

click to see full sized

faeriegirl

New month, new grab-bag! So I took a break from studying for my re-exam (it's tomorrow), and wrote this!

Wolfwood
Moons had passed since Strongbow went after his banished wolf-friend Lashpaw.

When at last he found him, Ladhpaw had gotten sick and attacked him. Forced to defend himself, Strongbow knocked him unconcious.
But he couldn't just leave his dear friend out there... So he constructed a carrier, and started dragging him home.

Strongbow knew something was amiss, something had happened when Lashpaw wounded him. He could feel it in his blood, in his head. It was spreading, like a venom.
Days passed, through thunder and rain, over hills and through valleys, and still they weren't there. Occasionally, they would hide from passing humans.

At last, they found Timmain, and she took the carrier from Strongbow for the last part.
"Thunder... and skyfire... inside my head! Soon... I'll be like Lashpaw!" he urged the High One on, and slowly followed her.

Suddenly, dozens of demons appeared around him! Fierce, angry demons with blazing eyes and sharp weapons! Somewhere deeply buried in his mind, Strongbow saw they resembled his beloved tribemates... and not, at the same time. He unsheathed his knife, and attacked... till everything went black.


"Clang! Clang!" It was the well-known sound of the troll-door the elves used. Old Maggotty was just minding her own business when they came, blasted elves.

"All this sweat, and they're both done for! It doesn't make sense!"
"This isn't about sense."
"Anything for family, eh? I guess I can fault you elves in all ways but that!"

No, Old Maggotty wasn't happy at all. Sure, she’d get a good price for all of this, but she’d had to brew her secret potion in front of them... and that brat ShenShen had been staring all the time! She’d have the recipe puzzled out before long...
*mutter mutter* “Hold still, twit! This goes in, stays in and gets tended for as long as it takes!” Jamming her golden needle-like instrument into his blood vessel, Old Maggotty poured the potion in. “hee hee hee... be cured or be killed... hee hee hee....”


Slowly, the demon changed into his lovely Moonshade... then, she disappeared again as Strongbow fell into a deep, healing sleep.

Aaaand another beautiful collage! Yay!

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(for Embala's company story, see right here!
Or another version of the collage:
Venom - Into the Dark

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I love them both, how about you?

azaria_stromsis

Oh! I really liked Firefighters and Wolfwood. Good job! I think you got both Strongbow and Redlance down.

faeriegirl

Yay! Thanks!

WolfMoonSky

This were some awsome stories faeriegirl!!!Hug

faeriegirl

Thankies! Stay tuned for more! Wink

azaria_stromsis

Oh most defiantly! I stalk the forums, mwhahha! *cough cough*.

Embala

Good idea to gather your snippets in a own thread!



So far I like Firefighters and the Egg Incident best ... hehe ... I see you liked my titles Wink



Hero worship is growing on me - maybe something else will grow, too ...

And you already know how inspiring Woolfwood was for me!



Love to see my collages united with the the stories!

faeriegirl

Wheee! New collage coming! Wolfwood/Venom! Added the collage to the story-post, so see RIGHT HERE


And since I didn't have titles yet for those... they were perfect!! Couldn't have thought of better titles myself! Happy

Embala

You lost no time to bring it here - happy you like it so much. Though ... I'd love to see it elsewhere - directly attached to the story! This was part of the pleasure with the first two ones.



And - thanks for the link to my variant story! Wink

faeriegirl

Added it to the story-post, this one and your new version ^^ See previous post for a direct link to the post Smile

WolfMoonSky

Awsome faeriegirl, just awsomeSmile

faeriegirl

nonono WolfMoonSky, Embala has done that awesome work Wink

oh, the next story is well underway, btw! It's once more a grab-bag, but an old one this time Wink Happy

faeriegirl

Aaand here it is! Hope everyone will enjoy it, will post it in the grab-bag thread soon. Only phone Internet now, weekend at the in-laws. But wanted to share it already anyway Smile

Grab-bag 2009-10 October-Dreamberry Elf

-great fire
-being restrained
-first encounter with alcohol/dreamberries
-a trick or a treat
-mistake or misapprehension
-being bored

Dreamberry elf
Bearclaw was bored. And he, like his sire, always turned to mischief when bored... The humans had gone away after a great forest fire, so he couldn't play tricks on them.
   
Bearclaw didn't really remember that much anymore about the fire, he had only been a cub of a few white-colds back then. But his father had gotten the news of the fire quickly, and gotten the whole tribe to the lake before it got out of hand. Luckily, the wind stood right and the fire never reached Father Tree. But the careless humans left anyway, for the little prey that was left was claimed by the Wolfriders. Mantricker had enjoyed those times, having to cheat the humans out of their catches every time was his favourite time of day.
     
Wandering around the Holt, Bearclaw kicked around some stones, not really caring which tree they hit or rebounded to. 
 It didn't help either that he couldn't go anywhere far alone... He still was treated like a cub, regardless of his two eights of white-colds.

But even lost in thought, Bearclaw couldn't be surprised. He'd heard one of his tribemates come after him, and quickly climbed into the nearest tree, an old big oak. It had many branches, so the climbing was easy. Bearclaw laughed when he saw the wolfrider on his trail. The figure in the red hood could only be one person! Quite possibly Longreach hadn't even followed him, but was just on his way to the dreamberry patch, to collect berries for the next howl. 

"Oomph!" 
"Got you!" Bearclaws smile almost split his face in half. "Where are you going? Can I join?"
Longreach smiled. It was obvious the cub needed some distraction... "Sure cub, follow me to the dreamberries!" 
This should be fun, Bearclaw thought. He'd never tasted dreamberries before, his father said they were only for Longreach the storyteller. The berries help him tell his stories, but they've got no other use...

Well, we'll see about that! Bearclaw would finally taste those legendary berries, and find out other uses! He'd be remembered in howls for eights of eights upon eights! Bearclaw the dreamberry elf!

Unnoticed by the young elf, he and Longreach had arrived at the berry patch. Longreach grabbed a few berries and tested them for ripeness by just eating them. "Yup, these are just fine! Here, try these." He handed Bearclaw a few of the purple berries. 
"Be careful though, everyone reacts differently to them." 
Bearclaw immediately popped the berries into his mouth. 
"Tastes weird! But how do you mean, everyone? Only storytellers ever eat these, right? And you're the only storyteller!"
Moments later Bearclaw wished he'd never asked, for Longreachs laughter filled the air. 

"The only storyteller, you say? And how about the elf who taught me? And the elf before him? And before him? All the way back to the time of Timmorn Yellow-Eyes we go, we storytellers!
And the reason why I'm the only one enjoying these berries these days... Ask your father. He... does not enjoy them."

Bearclaw laughed. "So because he doesn't like them, they're reduced to pure story-helpers... That's my sire alright!"

By now, Bearclaw did start to feel the effect of the dreamberries. It felt... strange, new, but not bad. In fact, he quite enjoyed it... 
"This feels good! Is it always like this? I feel great! Lightheaded, lighthearted... How come my sire does not like this? It's great!"
"He does not become as light-feeling as you, dear cub. The only thing dreamberries bring him is a headache... Which you may also get, especially when you've had much berries and their effect wears off. So be careful. 

In fact, you could be storyteller material... Most elves I know of do not feel as we do when we eat the berries. They make our heads light, which enables us to remember the old stories easier. That's what dreamberries do. Wonderful things, aren't they?"

Bearclaw punched him on the arm. "Me, storyteller? Those berries must be messing with your head! No way... Look for someone else!"

Longreach got up. "It's getting late, cub. Come, help me gather a few handfuls of dreamberries for the howl tonight. We should be heading back to Father Tree soon."

Reluctantly, Bearclaw got on his feet. "Whoa! The world is spinning around!" Quickly, he sought support from Longreach, a there was no tree nearby. 
"Th- that part of the dreamberries too?"
He felt as well ad heard Longreach laugh. "Sure is! Now come on, you haven't had that much that you can't shake it off."
And indeed, the strange dizziness didn't last long. Bearclaw learned how to distinguish ripe dreamberries from jus-not ripe ones, and they collected more then enough for that night. 
"Who knows, maybe we could even convince my sire to let the tribe enjoy dreamberries again! He doesn't have to eat or like them! Surely he knows what a mistake it was to ban them... They belong to the whole tribe, whoever wants them!"
Smiling broadly, Bearclaw walked alongside Longreach back to Father Tree. He would be the dreamberry elf indeed!

WolfMoonSky

Awww love it faeriegirl!! you gotta love BearclawLaugh

Embala

Nice! The characters really became alive in your story. I love how you pictured Longbranch.



Laugh Can imagine Bearclaw being like this as a youngling.



Thanks for putting the collages immediately after the stories again. Feels so right there.

btw: Do you prefer one of them ... and why? - I'm really curious!

faeriegirl

The collages really belong next to the stories, I'm glad you made me remember that.



As for which collage for Wolfwood/Venom I prefer... I do love them both, but now that I've seen the second version I must admit that that one fits a bit better. It's darker indeed, how it should be. But I like the other one too, if only because you can see some of the pictures better Wink

faeriegirl

I'm on a writing spree! All of a sudden, this popped out! Enjoy!
(must admit that a few little pieces feel forced, because of getting the elements in. But overall, I'm pretty happy with the result)

Grab-bag 2009-07 July-a mother's love

Elements:
-jumping up and down
-jealousy
-maternal instinct
-a scar
-the Scroll of Colors
-moon/moonlight/moon symbol

          A mother's love
Moonshade took great pride in her work as the tribe's tanner. She enjoyed teaching Shuna all she knew, and Shuna was an eager student. 
Yes, the whole tribe had adopted the brave human girl after the war for the Palace shards. Moonshade had had trouble believing a human could truly be good, no matter the memories of Tyleet's Little Patch. That was a human cub raised by them from birth, that was different. This girl had had a human youth, and somehow still worshipped them instead of hating them... Even with her birth-tribe hating the elves. 

Kimo came around to show Shuna a special frog, and Moonshade smiled. After all these years, Shuna could still be so childlike in her knowledge of the forest... It wasn't in her blood, after all. But like every lifebearer in the tribe, Moonshade had started thinking of the slender girl as an adopted daughter, and wished for her all the best. They had taught her all they knew, like they taught their own cubs.

Smiling, Moonshade thought about her own baby daughter. Not even a full turn of the seasons old, already she drove her parents crazy with her active nature. Moonshade giggled. It would be something once the little critter started to move around more... already, she could tell little Chitter would jump up and down and over everything she could find... All the while talking and talking and talking about everything around her. 

Smiling at the memory of her first words, Moonshade walked towards the river. She'd probably find her daughter there, making her papa "Not think-talk! Talk like Shuna!" Yes, Chitter was the opposite of her father in so many ways... But also the only one who could actually make him talk instead of send. As much as Moonshade loved her lifemate, sometimes she had wished he'd talk some more... And wished she knew Chitters secret to make him. 

Quietly, she hid behind a tree and watched Strongbow, Dart and Chitter play around in the river. Unknown to the cubs, this was the same river their big sister had swam in, all those years ago. Living in the Now as they did, Moonshade did not think about it much anymore, but the scars of that afternoon had never fully healed... She would always watch her cubs more then before, be more careful with them. Her maternal instincts had had quite the shock, that fateful day.  

Moving quickly, Moonshade undressed and joined her family in the water. Somehow, it felt like Crescent was still with them... Enjoying the family time like them. It had been quite the miracle, after all those years hearing her voice again. The Palace, with the Scroll of Colors, had helped them make contact with their long-lost daughter. Moonshade still believed Crescent had somehow given that Recognition a push, helped in creating Chitter... the dear cub.
Smiling, she hugged them all hard. "What was that for?" 
"Nothing in particular. I'm just so happy today."

Yes, everything was good.

azaria_stromsis

I Heart Moonshade. I can't believe you threw all the elements in, but you did!



Quote:


Living in the Now as they did, Moonshade did not think about it much anymore, but the scars of that afternoon had never fully healed... She would always watch her cubs more then before, be more careful with them.





That was perfect, because you captured what both Strongbow and Moonshade think strongly, but you still tell us about the pain.



Again, great job, as always!

Embala

This is lovely, fairiegirl! You caught different facettes of Moonshade well

- the traditionalist, being in doubt of welcoming a human "cub"

- the lifebearer and teacher, lovin and supporting her nevertheless

- the mother, never forgetting about the cruel fate and loss of her daughter

- the Wolfrider, handling it well in he "now of wolf thought"

I love the her toughts about Chitter - and especially the final scene you created ... so peaceful and loving.



I'm afraid there will be no collage possible - the pictures you evoke are beautiful, but hardly to find in the comics. Thinking of it a second tim - there's a slightly altered original picture which may fit the mood:

When you think so too I'll post the bigger one.

faeriegirl

Glad you both enjoyed it, Haley and Embala!

I know there's no fitting collage, wasn't aiming for that either (not with this one anyway Wink), but that picture says it all indeed Smile I think I've seen it before somewhere...

My favourite Moonshade-scene would probably be in the OQ... when she's followed Strongbow out of Blue Mountain, supporting her mate though she knows he's (kinda) wrong... And tries to make him change his mind. (hmmm, yea, might have to do with that I identify a bit with that though Wink)

WolfMoonSky

This was wonderfull faeriegirl!!! It fits Moonshade so well! Heart

faeriegirl

Thanks! Smile

jeb

Wow! I guess once you start writing, you really get busy. Good to see you getting away from the shown stuff and coming up with your own stories. (Although I'm enjoying both.)

faeriegirl

I write whatever the elves come bother me with! Wink

Glad you liked it! Smile

faeriegirl

I think boring lectures kick my muse into writing mode! Lookie what I got up with just now Wink
This is also a contribution to the Grab-bag of April, 2009 btw.

I haven't thought of a title yet, so suggestions are welcome! *edit* Thanks to Embala for the title!


Test Run
All he had ever done wrong was stray too far from the nest. Why did She have to find him and take him in?

He had just been bored, been loafing around at the edge of the forest. And all of a sudden She was there, luring him in with Her pretty face and sweet words. She would make him very pretty... How could he resist?

It turned out to be the worst decision of his life. As soon as they entered Her pretty chambers, She made him sit down on a stone perch. And then She touched him...

The pain! Unbearable! He did not have a voice like Her, but he wished he had one to scream... Explosions were behind his eyes, and he closed them in a desperate try to shut out the world.

Many hours later, he slowly regained conciousness. After he opened his dark eyes, he looked around. She was not around, and he was glad for that...

But this room was different from the one he entered! He felt his hopes die when he discovered exactly what She had done to him. He wasn't pretty, he was hideous! Ashamed of himself, he crawled away in the corner. Flying he could not, not anymore. For She had taken away one of his wings, turned it into an arm.

She had tricked him, but it was he who had been stupid enough to fall for it... And now he'd have to spend the rest of his life here, away from everything he knew and loved.
He was stupid.

For the first time ever, a treewee could be seen crying.

WolfMoonSky

Aww its so sadUnhappy but I love itHappy

faeriegirl

Glad you liked it!

More will be posted tonight (omg already done the March grab-bag!), but right now I've gotta grab my keys and head out the door for my driving lesson ^.^
So will post it tonight probably! Happy

faeriegirl

Aaaaannnddd... Here it is!!! It's also for the new grab-bag of March, which hasn't even been opened yet. But I can't keep it from you guys! Wink

Grab-bag 2010-03 March

Elements:
-a drunk named Lilac
-a bloodstained weapon
-changing one's mind completely
-a hug
-victory
-

Family ties
Pike had been there. Had seen it all happening. How the newly orphaned cub had taken the lead of the tribe, organising a bear-hunt for a not-so-bearlike creature.

He had gladly helped gather the sticky fluid they would use to cover the net with, and made a game of applying it as quickly as possible. He tried to be as fast as he could, so he could cover the parts of the net his tribemates were still working on tying stones in the sides of the net with stickyness, the poor wolfrider included.
Pike always tried to make things into games, he did not like seriousness much.

When the net was finished, the Wolfriders took to the trees. Tall, sturdy trees, more then strong enough to support the small elves and their net. And they waited. Waited until their newfound Chief lured Madcoil after him, waited till he ran for his life... Then, on his mark, they all jumped down, capturing the beast in the net.

Cutter himself had delivered the final blow, getting himself and New Moon covered in Madcoils blood and gore. Treestump had hugged his nephew hard, glad it was all over. "You did it, lad! Right through the eye!!"
And after dragging the monstrous head to the human village, they had celebrated their victory and howled for the dead. Pike had told stories of them then, and had told many more stories for the rest of his life.

*hic!* Yes, his great-great-great-great-greatgrandfather was indeed an elf to be proud of, he shouldn't be ashamed that he took after him, Lilac thought. *hic!*


Aaaaand collage by Embala! :D

click to see full sized

TrollHammer



Good to see a lighter perspective of this grisly chapter of the Wolfriders. Pike was the last character I'd thought of during this time, but no that you mention it I'm thinking about how he'd react to the goings on.

Probibly drink! *hic*

faeriegirl

Pike was the obvious choice for the link to the drunk Lilac element Wink And I'm glad it turned out so good Smile
Glad you like it!!

Embala

Quote:
This is also a contribution to the Grab-bag of April, 2009 btw.

I haven't thought of a title yet, so suggestions are welcome!
- to leave it cryptic ... how about "Test Run"?



You totally caught me. That was sad ... touching ... I feel with this little creature.

Just wondering ... shouldn't it be the other way round - changing arm to wing? Well, it seems more cruel to take away it's ability to fly, so it might be for stories sake.





@ Family Ties

Nice snippet, faeriegirl, love how you picture Pike. Pike always tried to make things into games, he did not like seriousness much - even in this dark hour. I can see him making a game of his task, teasing his tribemates while working. Most probably not because he's so playful and light-hearted but to cheer them up a bit.

Nice twist with his dipsy future elf descendant Wink



... maybe I have a plan ...





*lol* at Two-Edge himself commenting, TrollHammer. Thinking about it - he could be Lilac's fellow drinker.

faeriegirl

*slaps forehead* You're absolutely right! I was thinking treewees had wings, for some reason... But I'll leave it like it is for story's sake Wink
And I like the title suggestion! Gonna use it!!

*squee* A plan? Looking forward to it already! Glad you liked them both!!

And totally agree on the Two-Edge comment ^^

Embala

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*squee* A plan? Looking forward to it already! Glad you liked them both!!

Better cross fingers and toes that the plan will be of the functioning sort ...



Glad I could help with the title Smile



@ Family Ties

btw: Cutter should be Treestump's nephew, not cousin ... always forget to mention this.

faeriegirl

rrrriiiiiight... it's essentially the same, I thought? But I guess it's better with nephew...

Embala

your nephew/niece: son/daughter of your brother or sister



your cousin: your father or mother and his/her father or mother are siblings

faeriegirl

oh! I get it! We use the same word for those in Dutch... so my uncle's sons are my cousins, but if my lil' sister would have kids they'd be nephews/nieces, right?
Geez, we just call 'em all nephews/nieces here! Wink

Embala

Right Smile

faeriegirl

Embala made a beautiful collage once more!!! Goes with the Pike/Lilac story, added it to the story post!
Right here!

faeriegirl

Grab-bag 2010-04 April-Peacemaker

Elements:
-someone caught red-handed
-love
-things starting to happen
-internal conflict
-"ya think?"
-crrrrrrrrrrrrazy

Peacemaker
Bearclaw had been gone for days now, down in the troll tunnels doing business. 
The humans had been coming closer and closer to the Holt, right up to the point where they ambushed Brownberry and Foxfur while they were gathering eggs. They had escaped with only a few scratches, but it had been enough. Some of the Wolfriders wanted to ride out and wipe those filthy humans out once and for all.

Joyleaf, as acting chief, had ordered to stay down and not wander far from the Holt. Her son, Cutter, had voiced a never-before option... "Why don't we try and talk to them? If we could work out a peace..." 
"Ya think? Humans don't want to talk, they only understand blood!" 
The elders had tried to tell him it was too dangerous, but he wouldn't listen. So Joyleaf sent him and me to the edge of the Holt, to look out for Bearclaw. Hopefully he would be back soon, our chief would know what to do!

"I'm tired of being treated like a young cub!" Cutter spat. "You believe in me, don't you, Nightfall?" I nodded. "I believe in you, and I will follow wherever you lead." This seemed to calm him, but the next moment he was up and walking away. 

"Good. But not now. Stay here and keep watch, I'm going to talk with the humans. I'll be back when I've made peace."

And just like that, he was gone. I didn't even have time to argue with him. What should I do now?? He was my chief to be, and my dearest friend. Should I listen to him, and keep watch?But he's going to the humans! Will they really listen to him? Or... Will they attack him, like they did to Brownberry and Foxfur? Oooh, he's crrrrrrrrrrrrazy!! 

Agonizing moments for me. I did not want to betray my friend's trust, but what if he was walking right into a death trap? I would never forgive myself... I made my decision. **Joyleaf...!!**

Joyleaf acted quickly, and mere moments after my message she had gathered a rescue party. I was ordered back to the Holt, where I was welcomed and hugged. 

A little while later, the party returned. They were carrying a heavily wounded Cutter, and I rushed to his side. "Oh no!! Is he... It's all my fault! If I had warned you sooner..." 

Joyleaf had grabbed me by the shoulders, and made me look her in the eyes. "You are the one that saved Cutter. If you hadn't warned us, he'd be dead now! Yes, he is heavily wounded, and might not pull through, but you gave him this fighting chance!"

Hereafter, she disappeared into her den, where Rain had already started working on Cutters healing. I stayed outside with the rest of the tribe, waiting and hoping and praying to the High Ones that our young chief-son would make it. 

Days later, when Bearclaw finally returned, I still hadn't stopped crying. Rain had worked almost without rest, and still Cutter wasn't healed! Silently, I glared at my chief. Why had he not been here? He should have been here, to save his son!

With new hope, I saw Bearclaw exit the den again. His words went past me completely, because I had finally seen what I almost didn't dare hope for anymore... Cutter was looking out of the den! A teary smile broke through on my face, and I wiped her tears away. Unable to contain my joy, I sent all my love to him.

The return sending was full of gratitude, not a hint of anger or betrayed feelings. **Thank you.** 

jeb

Interesting story. Hope you won't mind a comment. It's kind of weird how you change perspective in the middle of the story: first you're giving it as a first-person account by Nightfall, then you change to a third-person narration. I think it would be nice if you'd continued on giving the story from Nightfall's point of view.

faeriegirl

Hmmm, you're absolutely right! Thanks! I'll go fix!



*edit* quickfix done now! Smile

Leanan

I love your fics! Luvlove

WolfMoonSky

I love this chapter!! good job faeriegirl!!! like always!!!ClapHug

faeriegirl

Aaawww, thanks girls!! Hug glad you like them!!

Embala

Love it too, faeriegirl, telling it from Nightfalls point of view is perfect! Great use of elements - this idea was crrrrrrrrrrrrazy indeed ;9

Sorry for being late ... but you'll see that I had a good excuse soon.


EDIT: Guess what's ready!

. . . want to see more?

faeriegirl

Awesome, Embala!! Definitely want to see more!!!

TrollHammer

Well, started to post last night and got interrupted, but it gave me the chance to read this month's piece, which I had missed some how.

Finally got to read the treewee story, and now April's story. Theough I tend to prefer fresh ideas, like winnie's meddlings in the treewee's life, I also like how you put heart into the other characters in the OQ, as we usually only see the story from the focus of one character, perhaps two on the rare occasion (usually between the character of interest and the antagonist/protagonist). That's typical of most stories, but the Wolfriders in particular seem to have become more than a story, taking on a presence of their own as a tribe. It's good to hear what the rest saw and did from thier perspective! Great job!

faeriegirl

^.^ Thank you!

...suddenly realizes she doesn't have a linky index on the first page! Will fix that now! Happy

faeriegirl

OK, linkys fixed! Yay! So if you have a favorite story, you can now go directly there! Happy

Oh, and also added Embala's beautiful new collage Her Hero to both versions of the story! (though really...skip version 1...2 is much better!) Wink

*edited to include link to version 2*

Vojira

faeriegirl, I need to ask you something! Didn't you once write a story about what could have happened to the female Door if she had survived the crash of the great egg thingie? What happened to it?

faeriegirl

Can't remember writing that, Vojira! But it sure sounds interesting! If you find it, point it to me? Smile

Vojira

Dang! I was so sure it was you!Big_laugh

faeriegirl

*giggles* Sorry! Does sound cool, though! Do point it out to me if you find it!

I'm currently looking through old grab-bags, hoping my muse will get a nice idea for a new story! Happy So who knows, maybe sometime soon a new story will be here! Happy

Vojira

Quote:


*giggles* Sorry! Does sound cool, though! Do point it out to me if you find it!



I think I know why I thought you made the story.

I'm now pretty damn sure it was made by Faerie_Speak.

I just remember the 'Faerie' of her name and and confused it with yours. XD

faeriegirl

Lol!

And new story 'destiny decided' is coming up soon! Just need to check something with the book. And currently I'm stuck trying to get home. Someone jumped in front of the train... Unhappy
so it'll be tomorrow sometime it goes up, unless someone wants to help? (no access to online comics either). Pm me plz if you want to help.

faeriegirl

Yay, home! That means storytime!! I'm off to bed now, it's almost midnight. Would really like feedback on this one, did I get him right???

Anyway, enjoy!!

Grab-bag 2009-06 June-Destiny decided

June 2009 
Hands touching 
Death of a pet/bond beast/animal 
A surprise 
A test of some kind 
The sun, or a sun symbol or image 
Water coming down, as in crying or raining 
**

Destiny decided
"Ha ha! As if a stroll across the Bridge of Destiny were something to be feared! See, Leetah? It is nothing! He is a coward to the very heart!
Confidently, Rayek walks across the Bridge of Destiny. 'Walk across, touch the sun symbol, and return. Phah, some kind of test that was!'
He'd show that filthy Wolfrider who was best once and for all!

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept him off his feet. Flailing, Rayek felt himself falling down... down... No! There it was! His fingers had found the one place they could hang on to, and Rayek clung to it like his life depended on it. Which, ofcourse, it did. 

Hanging between heaven and earth, Rayek felt for the first time in his life that he, too, could die. He saw his life pass before him. 

His youth, misunderstood until he finally found his place as a hunter. That first, near fatal hunt for big game, which cost him his right arm. Leetah, beautiful Leetah, healing him. He had killed lots of those filthy jackals after that. Courting Leetah, trying to convince her to become his lifemate... And now this Wolfrider tried to take her away from him?!?? Never!! She was his!

Moaning, Rayek felt his fingers lose that oh so precious grip on the rock... He was slipping away, and nobody could save him. 

Then, a voice. "Grab my hand!" almost blindly, Rayek listened. The hand offered was sweaty, and hard to hold on to. But after some agonizing moments, he was safely sitting on the Bridge again. It was there he conciously saw who saved him. Cutter. 

**You!!**

He saw Cutter shrink from his sending, and it felt oddly good. Slowly, he backed away, back to the safe rock at the start of the bridge. 

Rayek looked at Leetah, and felt his heart leap. Beautiful Leetah... But all she looked at was the Wolfrider. Irresistable, his eyes were drawn to him too. 

Cutter got up! As insecure as his first try was, now he went straight for the sun symbol at the other end. Rayek felt his hopes die... Moments later, Cutter had returned.  Which meant he was defeated! No longer the first, the best! He was beaten! 

Wishing the earth would open under him, Rayek ran away. He couldn't take this! It wasn't fair! He should have been best! Without a second thought, he ran to his hut and grabbed only the most necessary things. Ignoring the questions of his fellow villagers, he saddled a zwoot and rode out to the desert.   

faeriegirl

Bump! What, nobody wants to read my new story? Wink

Cleopatra

Perfect. Absolutly perfect for Rayek.Thumbs_up You caught it all well.Yeah

faeriegirl

Thank you! I'm very glad I caught him well Happy

WolfMoonSky

Awesome story faeriegirl!!!Yeah

faeriegirl

Thanks!

faeriegirl

Boohoo Thread disappeared to the second page! Gotta bump! And more people gotta read new and older stories! Happy

Anyways, no new stories yet after the Rayek-one. Inspiration has not hit my muse yet... plus right now I'm kinda busy with a research course too.
*idea* maybe I can do something with the theory behind my research... would anyone mind a wavedancer story? Smile

Cleopatra

A WaveDancer story. That would have been cool.Thumbs_up

Embala

You caught Rayek well! Once more you managed to show some "hidden" aspects of a well-known scene.



Remind me eventually to think about a proper collage ... till then a modified old one in banner format must do as consolation gift:







Just to show that I've not forgotten about your stories Smile ... Peacemaker has only b/w pictures and that's bad material for my "art".



And a story about Wavedancers would be welcome!



P.S.: These new pages are simply too short ... it's hardly possible to keep even active threads on the first one!

Tonia

Wow to see it from Rayek's point of view is really cool.

Now that I have ventured to this page I will defintley be coming back. Great job Faeriegirl.

Yes Wavedancers would be fun to read1

faeriegirl

Thank you, guys! And love the banner/collage, Embala Smile

Would it be okay if I put in some theory about/around my current (short) research project? It's about fish, and I think I'll make my elf-self (wavedancer anyway Happy ) wonder about it or something... or try to explain it to cubs or others...

Embala

Sure! As long as we don't have to study to understand it Wink

Wavedancer-elf-self? Curious...

faeriegirl

Check the Kinseeker story thread for story by Leanan including me, and some other thread (think title is 'wanna be in a story' or something) for character description Wink

And ofcourse I'll make it understandable without studying!!

faeriegirl

ah, found my post back Wink Here it is:



What would be your name(if different than forum name)? Elmireth, if you please.

Would you have magic? Frankly, I wouldn't know. Magic is cool, but sometimes too overrated. The only thing I hope for is that I have something that sets me apart from the others, magic or skill or whatever. (Leanan made me a Firstborn, which I like much!)

What weopon, if using one, would you be skilled with?

I would hope the bow&arrow, or otherwise the sword.

Would you be more the warrior type or a more gentler spirit? More gentle. Don't like war or fighting, but will defend my loved ones whenever needed.



oh, which tribe? hmmm, Wavedancers or Wolfriders or Sun Folk, I guess. Wherever I end up, I'll at least long for water&the sea like Skywise for the stars!



oooh, I got a nice doll for looks-inspiration, even! Wink

Something like that. Height slightly under average.



In Leanan's story, I'm a fish-tailed Wavedancer. Is cool ^.^ No use for bow&arrow ofcourse, but heck I don't need those underwater Wink

WolfMoonSky

Awesome faeriegirl!!
I would love too read that story!!! Wink

faeriegirl

Storytime in the Wavedancer cave!!

“Moonmirror... Tumble... Do you remember the time you were riding the giant slaptails?”
I immediately had their attention. This was always the start of a good story... and everybody loved storytime.
“That one time we almost got caught by the landers?” “That was scary! I’m soo glad you guys saved us!”

I laugh. Ofcourse the whole tribe went out there to save them, younglings are the most important part of the tribe!
“Well, we’re glad to have saved you too. But tell me, it has been so long since I have done it... how did it feel? How did you move?”
Moonmirror and Tumble couldn’t tell me fast enough, it seemed. “They were so big!! And so fast!! We had to be very quick to grab their tails! But we did!! And it went so fast, I could never swim so fast as they do!”

Meanwhile, more tribesmembers have settled around us. They know I have reason to ask these questions... to teach them something. When you live in and near the ocean, it is very important to know how things work there. As a Firstborn, I have lived long enough to have studied the plants and animals in the sea, see how they live together, eat together, die together.

“Tell me, sweet pips, how does a slaptail swim?”

Surprised, they look at each other. “They ehm... just swim!” There is laughter all around us.
“Indeed they do, Tumble. But does he swim in the same way you do?” I see him thinking hard, a frown on his young face. Then, a smile breaks through. “No! He doesn’t! I swim using my arms and legs... but he doesn’t have those! He uses his tail!”

“Very good, dear. Now, look at me. I also have a tail. Do I swim like a slaptail?”
“You’ve still got your arms! You’re no slaptail, you’re an elf like us!” Moonmirror blurts out the answer.

“An elf like you... yes, the flesh-shapers of our tribe have made me so. You are both bright young pips, I know you’ll understand what I’ll try to teach you here.” I ruffle their hair.
“The slaptails do swim by using their tails. As you have noticed when swimming with them, they move it up and down. Up and down, up and down, ever swimming.”
They nod. Everybody knows this.
“Now, fish also swim. What is the difference between a slaptail swimming and a fish swimming?”
Little Puffer happily joins in. “Fish swim sideways! Not up and down! Left and right! I’ve seen it!!”

His mother pulls him on her lap and hugs him. “Absolutely right! A fish moves almost in the same way as a slaptail, but moves from left to right and back instead of up and down...
And it’s rhythmic, the way they move. When swimming peacefully for long times, they’ll swim twice their length in a second!”

“I can swim faster!” Tumble proudly announces.
“Ofcourse you can, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to catch fish for our dinner! So, which fish do you catch out of a school?”

Tumble shrugs. “Whichever one is closest, or slowest, I guess.”

“That’s good! But did you know that some fish are better then others to catch?”
I see heads shaking no.

“It’s true. When swimming behind each other in a school, the fish in the back are better. Because there are fish swimming in front of them, somehow they change the water so that it is easier to swim for them. So they have better flesh for us to eat. Nice, huh?”

Moonmirror looks puzzled. “Change the water? Can they really do that?”

“Sure they can, pip. And so can you! And Tumble, and me, and everybody who swims. I have studied fish long and hard, and have seen it. I took some sand from the sea bottom, and let it loose just above and in front of a school of fish. Because they knew me to just watch them and not hurt them, I could do this. So they just kept on swimming, right through the cloud of sand. Did you know what I saw then?”

“Noo... what did you see?”

“I saw whirlwinds. In the water. All the fish were making small whirlwinds with their tails, with every move they made. So I swam after them, and watched the water behind me. My tail was making the same whirlwinds! But bigger, I think because my tail is bigger.
Somehow those whirlwinds do something with the fish, make it easier to swim. I do not know how, I did not feel any change in the water. But the fish in the back of the school were somehow swimming slower, did not need to move their tail as much as the ones in the front.”


The End Smile

Hope you guys like it!!! (and understand it!!)
It is actually not yet proven that the fish in the back indeed swim/move slower, but that is the exact thing that I'll be studying the next month Smile It does apply to swimming in a stream though. When swimming alone in a stream, a fish moves in a certain rhythm. When you place a cilinder in front of the fish, that cilinder will produce whirlwinds or vortices. And because one half of that whirlwind turns in the opposite direction of the stream, if you touch on that whirlwind it kind of takes away the stream you're swimming up against. So that makes it easier. With a cilinder, it has been proven to make it easier, but not yet with another fish. So that's what I'm gonna do.

WolfMoonSky

Awww I find it a cute story!! Gotta love you, Moonmirror and TumbleHappy

faeriegirl

Yes, they were wonderful Smile Glad you liked the story!

Cleopatra

Aaawww. Such a sweet wavedancers story.Luvlove





So it was a story with them and your self-elf character? If so, you makes me to wanna make a drawing of the story. Is it okey if I make a draw of that?Puppy_eyes

faeriegirl

*glomps Cleo* OFCOURSE you can make a drawing!! I'd LOVE that!!! (see above for self-elf stuff)
Glad you liked it!!

Cleopatra

YAAYY! Thank you. thankyouthankyousomuch!

*tackle glomps*

btw, what kind of color has the tail? I need to know that.

faeriegirl

Hmmm... *checks the Kinseeker's Dream thread* Leanan did not tell any tail color!

Ehm.... Some nice shade of blue! Happy (oh, and that I can change shape like Wavecatcher. So you can also make me with legs, if you want)

Cleopatra

Okey, then I'll see what I can do.

*goes to draw*

faeriegirl

yayayayayayay!!! Cleopatra's gonna make pretty picture!!! *does happy dance* Yay

Embala

Nice story with an interesting background! I love how you described the children's curiosuity and eagerness - for them learning is fun.

btw: "cub" sounds wrong in this story ... don't remember whether there's a special word among Wavedancers. The OWD called their young ones "squits".

faeriegirl

...wait, I used 'cub'? Darnit, I really thought I'd avoided that! And used 'pips' or 'younglings' or something!

*checks* Puckernuts!! You're right! But I've changed it to 'pip' now! Happy

Embala

Pips was the word I missed!



Don't want to "steal" Cleopatra's idea ... worked on it since yesterday. Possible Elmireth:











You can play with this dollmaker by yourself (no tails, tho Unhappy )

http://www.dolldivine.com/water.html

I'll make you nicepretty ears if help is needed.

faeriegirl

Wow! I LOVE those!!! Awesomeness!!! That top which goes with the tail... Gorgeous!!

WolfMoonSky

Awesome that you ganna draw it Cleopatra!!Yeah



Love it Embala!!! She looks awesome in both of them!!

Embala

Shall I post it in the dollz thread? Others will be inspired and doll Elmireth, too. Oh ... and you should post your description in the EDA group *can non-members do so?* Anyway ... you can join! Wink

faeriegirl

Oooohhh!!! That would be wonderful!!! Which dollmaker did you use??
And I'll join the dollers group then! Wink

(can you post it in the dollz thread for me pretty please? You know better what information should be added!)

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