Ladykylin

I really don’t feel like writeing right now, I really want to get back to my wood burning, It’s a jellyfish, it’s starting to come along, though a bit of sapstain going all balck kind of scared me, but I firgured out a way around it, now one of the clean tendreialthings is cruveing about so it’s fine, or at least it will be.

Man still got 9 mintues left…Blarg.

I’ve been drawing my feet lately, I’ve stopped drawing the big toe(or great toe) to big, which is good, still haven’t got the thumb right on hands yet.It’ll coem though it’ll come, you don’t need to tell me about pratice, I know. Belive me I know.

Errgeign 8 meintues. Wow spelt that wrong. Ah well I don’t care at this point in time. And I hardly see a point in time when I will.

I’m so glad the bs with that group project is dealt with, I hate people sometimes, it’s a good thing you can’t do voilence to someone though a mointer, cuase then I’d probably have an aggravated assult charge for bashing his face in. But it is done with. I know how I will procced with the rest of it, and that will be that. :sigh. Still seven and a half mintues.

Man when you aren’t getting into it it’s really hard ot write, it’s not that I have writers block it’s just that I’m tired, and when I’m tired my mind has issues getting to that state where writeing happens and my characters come alive, I’ve got a few scenes semi-ready to go but I just really don’t feel like it. And really nothing ever more then semi-ready with me. I jsut go, improvese, that’s the way to write, but not a good idea for a 15 mintue speech that’s supposed to be well reasearchd. Nope not at all, espcailly if the teacher knows about what your talking aobut, and you didn’t. Not that I’ve ever done this, I once had to come up with a topic and then give a 8 mintue talk about it, all but on the fly, I belive I went with the history of Xanth(a fantasy world) that was fun. Love those books, where else will ant lions but lions the size of ants, or a fruit fly, an actual flieng fruit, and money does grow in trees, and their are beer trees, how about that.

If there was a fantasy world I could live in it woudl probably be Xanth, later day though, after the guy who made the magical paths came though becuase those are nice, when on them you cannot be attaked, cuase the mintue you try to attack something it kicks you off. Neat eh? Also everyone has a magical talent, and everyone’s is diffrent, and no one has the same talent as anyone else ever. I just hope I’d have one that was usefull, like the one guys who was that he always was walking downhill.

Allana stood witha frown of rather confused annoyance as she looked at the sleeping body before her, that he was asleep in dreamscape, was just plain strange. No impossible by any means but strange, but then she’d always had her suspicions that Zephane was a little strange. No one that intuned with dreamscape could be entirely alright.

“Well why don’t you wake up already, no one should be able to sleep this soundly, I tried just saying your name and all that got was a mumble, I poked you and you just rolled over, and I’m trying not to be rude, but this is not a time for sleeping.” She said, sounding like she was scholding him. “Come on wake up, just wake up is it that much to ask,” She poked him with a slippered foot and he once again just moved away from it.

“How did you even get him here?,” Galroy asked from behind her, “I didn’t think you could just will someone somewhere in dreamscape.” He added remembering his travel to here from the dungeion in the capital, he shivered, pushing those partiucler memories as far as he could, focusing on Allana.

“Well no you can’t, but he dreamed himself here becuase Luna told him to, he probably deosn’t even realize it, actully I’m sure he deosnt’ realize it else he woudln’t be sleeping like that. " She lsquated beside the pallat that had at one point in time probably a good decade ago been Zephanes as a low level apprentice. “Come on just wake up.” He mumlbed something incomprhensiable.

“Just slap him or something, Alten has to be on the watch we can’t keep here for that long.” Galroy said, “If you want I can.”

“I’m quite a capable slapper I’ll have you know, sent someone into tuesday once. Stupid brat and his wandering hands, who did he think he was wandering like that, picking up things that were his then he went at dropped it, you don’t go and pick up things, breakable things that aren’t yours and dropping them.” Allana said, pausesing as Galroy clearned his thraot.

“Will you please just wake him up?” Galroy asked, as much as her rambling rants were amuseing, and often revealing this was not the time.

“Oh alright,” With a quick move of the arm, followed by a sound not unlike a clap Zephane rose, quickly. Eyes wide with confusion, and a rather stupified experssion on his face as he looked at Allana, then at Galroy, then back at Allana.

“Ow,” he said, in a delayed reaction to the blow, his hand going ot the now red mark on his cheek. “Do I at least get to know what I did to get slapped?” he asked, still sounding baffled.

“You didn’t wake up, you were sleeping in a dream and you woudln’t wake up so I woke you up. Isn’t that complicated?” Allana asked.

“I shouldn’t be here, " Zephane said, a finger the hand that held his cheek felt the far from healed cut acroos his face. “He’ll know, then he’ll come, he can get in here Allana I know it.” The fear there wasn’t hidden at all.

“So do I. That’s why you need to keep him busy, keep him stuck in that sad abused capital of his, and keep him there.” Allana said, “Cuase even with Luna help I can’t keep him out alone, and we cannot let him in here, you understand that right, you need to understand that what ever happens he cannont come here.”

“How am I supposed to keep him there, I don’t excatl have infuelence there, " Zephane said, “And anything I do do is going to end up with me in Elricks care and that won’t do any of us any good.”

“Talk to the rebbelion there are still enough of them with hot blood even with me gone, some of htem are smart enough to know how to make enough trouble to distract him.” Galroy said, tone even, and soudning a little tired.

“How am I supposed to do that, I kept my distence from them becuase I didn’t want to reveal who they were, Alten is watching me, I don’t know how and I don’t want to screw anyone else over becusae of it.” Zephane said, he also didn’t want to screw himself over, he had seen Galroy before he’d ended up here.

“You can talk to the nomad right,” Galroy asked, gaining a confused and baffled look from Zephane, to which he smiled, “I’m still the ace of spades, shade or other wise.”

“Maybe you shoudl call yourself hte ace of shades! Your certain the best Shade I’ve met,” Allana interjected, “And don’t be that impressed, Luna talked ot the nomads cat, and the nomads cat talked ot the theif, and then Luna talked ot me and I talked to him. He is not all knowing,” Allana said gaining a look form Galroy, “And hte thief knows whose who in the rebbleion so you just need to talk to him, and he’ll get everthing else going. Just be carefull and don’t get caught.”

“And how am I suppsoed to avoid getting cuaght when I don’t know how Alten’s watching me?” Zephane asked, expersation crepping into his tone.

“Oh that was a tracer, it’s gone now, soon as Luna talked ot you she did you that favor why do you think you’ve been feeling better lately, you don’t have a nasty peice of dream eater in you anymore.” Allana said, wiht a tone that suggested he shoudl have been able to figure as much out. The look of relief on his face made it rather obvious he hand’t.

“Well tell her thanks, haveing him lurking like that was unpleasant.” Zephane said, a yawn crepping out of him in a slow drawn out sigh. “You don’t happen to have solutions for whatever Kisen keeps giveing?”

“None that wouldn’t give this whole thing away completetly, since it was one for Luna to get rid of the tracer but getting rid of poisin is a whole nother game, one that invovles a lot more work and a lot more magic that and I doubty ou could fake it either.” Allana said, with a small shrug.

“And it’s only until the festivel, that can’t be far away can it?” Ever since Allana had done another rather impressive bit of work the season had been strange here, time was strange, it a least seemed that way.

“No it’s not, but what’s going to happen at the festivel, what are the rebels going to do that’ll stop Alten from comeing here and…” Zephane didn’t finish that line, he didn’t want to, that was a place of wretched nightmares.

“Enough that he won’t be able to the leave the city for a while, and if some certain people get their way of it, he won’t leave the festivel alive.” Galroy said a smile on his face, “I jsut wish I coudl be there, I was so close, then it all went south, but other then the ones that got cuaght with me the rest of them are still out there.”

“They didn’t hang, the rebels that got caught same as you, some kid made a fool out of the gaurds sabatagoed the rope and took off the excutioners pin, and then dispeared with half the watch on his heels.” Zephane said, the laugh that came from Galroy was a real geniune and long laugh.

“That’d be Greg’s freind with the nimble fingers, glad he’s still around, pretty sure he’s the one that went and took off with the nomads sword, he’s your best bet, you just gotta find that cat. The nomad know where it is.”

“His name is Cornell, and I’ll try.” Zephane said, giveing another long yawn, that ended in a foul experssion. “Damn hte old doc and his drugs.” he muttered, “I can’t even stay awake in my dreams,”

“Well your all in my dream, but it’s just the same we’ve kept you here long enough, we can’t risk Alten seeing us not yet.”

“I thought you said you got rid of the tracer?” Zephane asked, the groggy tone he’d had before creeping back into his voice.

“I did, but he might notice your gone, he’s not a moron.”

“I’m well aware of that, I don’t need telling.” Zephane said, “Now let me sleep you crazy lady.”

Galroy chuckled, watching Allana’s profile as he glared at Zephane’s once again sleeping and soon fadeing form. “Well we said what needed saying and doing.” Galroy said, “we just have to hope he can do it.”

You sir are a moron, an ungratefull whiny moron, who has no idea with nor how much you have bothred. You sir I do not like. You sir, need to wake up, smell the dog shit that was supposed to be in the roses and grow up. Take some responsiblity, realize your damn mistakes and make amends, and stop playing the victum. clearly I was almost as foolish to think an aplogy was all that was needed ot resolve the issue, but then I was just as foolish to think it was my fualt completetly.

So stop playing hte damn victum and grow up, you fucked up, admit it and move on. Grow up, do not blame me, the universe, her or Ka, or God becuase you screwed up. Suitations like these are where you realize you screwed up and you might havea chance to salvage some exp yet.

This almsot immedate action Karma, letting you know she’s abitch. Letting you know that you need to man up, and remember the face of your father. So just do it and get over it. Don’t whine like a little bitch and keep going on about how it’s my fault or how we somehow put you under a bus, cuase if you are under a bus then it’s becuase you werne’t lookin at the Don’t walk sign with the red man standing still, or maybe you were to busy that you still thought it was the nice white one that was walking iwht the walk written undearneath but ya didn’t check to make sure it was still the same before you went and walked across the road and got splatted.

And that’s no one’s fault but yours.

But I’m a forgiveing person(Sometimes to much) and I’m gonna a free pass, if you shape up to ship shape then I won’t expect ya to cry for my pardon and we can get along well cna’t we cully. Just listen to me and lisen to me well my idoit member, ask to do something, then do it when ya say you’ll do it by. That be simple don’t it just do wut ya say you’ll do an ye’ll bein the clear. Aye?

That’s not going ot happen though is it. I can see it, I’ll make the mistake of trustin ya again and the you’ll do this all over again. And I’ll lose more sleep over it, damn my idealist nature. It bites me in the ass more often then not. Why do I alwasy belive people when there chances say they are lieing though their teeth.

This is right after my last post.

She did not just capture moonlight, she seemed ot be casting it. The water below moved as if by a tide that it was far to small to have. “Do not try your foul magic, I will not tolerate it, I will not. Do you hear. Do you hear in those ridculous cloacks of yours, hiding the taint your magic brings?” She said, “Hideing the affection that your master creates, do you? Do you even hear like men wiht it in your head?” It began to rain, but not a cloud dared to block the moon that night. “With it crawling like a beetle, commanding your will, telling you what to do, and feasting on your will like a humming bird.”

They didn’t answer, or coudln’t answer, and their magics didn’t stop, they stood in a semi circle in front of her, a few sandbags for on comeing flood.

“Leave, turn around right now and leave and you will leave as you are with 4 limbs and a head with all parts included.” Thunder joined the rain while lightning was absent. A few left who coudl leave discreetly. “Then will you try the bridge, the bridge with silver fire?” The silver imbuded rain did not flow off the bridge as it should have, instead it flowed around it acting more like fire then water as it flowed, though never did the small tounges of water reach up at her it flowed around or almost seeming though her but never did it reach for the silver embroded robe she wore. “Then yea be damned,” her voice carried like a howling wind but with none of hte desperate quantity. The lighting stuck, painting hte world gold isnted of slilver for a blink, it stuck where the 6 stood, or had stood now they were 2 quaver on the edge, the central four gone, not but ashes and boots.

“I will not tolerate your presence, I will not allow my home, my tower or my palace to be the spoils of your damned empire, or any empire.” The rain came in torrents, but it was no longer rain, not just rain, it was liqued fire, it flowed like water, but burned like fire. The blakc cloacks and armor were of little defense. “If you run, and run now and run quickly, run like a coward then you will live yet, maybe, I’m not really sure, for this this is Luna as much as it is me, and she’s very angry, and I fully support that, this is our home, do you udnerstand that, you don’t go to someone’s house and demand their library and cutlery as the spoils of war, espcially one you’ve not won. Not even close. You breech the out defense, it took you 4 years but you did, but the same trick will not work here, just try, try to swim though the mout I dare you, it’ll be the warmest water you ever bathed in. But I’m sure it’d help for the smell.” She paused, realizeing her auidence was excatly zero as far as the liveing went. She scowled, that was just rude, but then she supposed she had told them to run. With a tired shrug and a sigh she walked acorss the bridge, behind the silver flames grew consumeing the walk way behind her. The iron wrough gates retraced like snakes from her hand allowing her though. “Well that will keep them away for a while won’t it,” She asked leaning on a gargoyle statue slightly, it nodded it’s ugly stone head in a silent aggrement.

“Who did they think they are, that they can come here, with their twisted magic and stupid men with horses, did they think they’d breach here as they did the walls?” Allana asked no one inparticuler, though the creak of a suit of armor shakeing it’s head was the only one she got. “Did they think they’d be able to cross my bridge to get into my Tower,” Her voice echoed in a way th wasn’t entirely becuase of hte stone hall’s accoutics. “No, no one will cross the bridge, not while I’m here. No no one at all,” she walked with haste, muttering the entire about the idoitcy of the oncomers.

She stepped out from the hall, where the stairs came to open space before the now closed gate, and finding the desire to walk all the way there non exsistet she willed herself there instead.

From her view infront of what looked like wrought iron gates she could easily see them appoach in the fadeing daylight. Anger, deep anger, and anger that wasn’t just hers rose up, and night seemed to come faster, the sun seemed to be running from the sky instead of dawlinding it’s way to the horrizion as it was chased by a full moon.

In front of a small force, there was more to come she was certain, was a half dozen men in all but completetly covering cloacks. They stayed back, behind an ivisable line, but a line none the less that marked where the inner sanctrum of the mage city began. And where the powers they had not dealt with had began.

“You’ve on chance to surrender peacefully and on good terms Madame Moore.” One of the soldiers shouted, if the silly silver pins on his shoulder were anything to go by he has a high ranking one to. Not that Allana cared.

She laughed, it started at a giggle, she surrender, that was an idea that was simply prepostrous. “And you have one chance to apologize for calling me Madame, I’m far to young and far to pretty to be called by such a homely title.” She said, her voice carried even without a shout. “And furter more, I will not tolerate you and your lots unsightly faces and warmachines on my front lot, so if you care to remain as you are, with 2 arms 2 legs and a head, then it’s truely in your best interest to leave.”

The solder looked to the others around him, for some report, there was some shakeing of heads which Allana watched with a small smile. “Would anyone like a tail maybe? Like a monkey I think that’d be usefull don’t you? It’d make a soldiers life simplier you could wield your useless little sword while you tied your shoes.” Allana said, walking towards them fearlessly, the water in the moat below turned to liqued glistening silver.

“Madame, uh miss Moore” the same solider began again, he seemed to have drawn a short straw, a very short straw indeed. "This city and all citizens within it are under martial law and answerable to the Rithrein(name pulled out of hat, will probably change) empire, this Castle and it’s contents claimed as victory spoils.

“Victory spoils!” Allana laughed, but not a harmious sound, but a mockery, "You and your precious empire have no victory yet. Nor will you while the sun and moon still cycle htough the sky. " Her hair, ussaly a deep dark red shimmiered in the moon like a silver set ruby. “You will leave, and you will leave now.” Allana spoke, her voice gaining an echo as she stood in the all to bright moonlight.