Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Sunday, May 29, 2005
"What is your business here?" Laesha, Archmage of Pyre Tower, shot an annoyed glance at the ruffian on her doorstep. He might've been handsome, were he not covered with dirt and grime, hair touseled with sea salt. His eyes caked near shut by the muck, she couldn't even tell their color.
The man stared back at her, rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of his salt-stiffened, water-stained coat. It looked to be of better quality than someone such as him could possibly afford. Her lips quirked as suspicion rose. "Have ye been unaware of the storm, milady?"
"I have not." Did he think her an imbecile? No one could possibly have ignored the waves crashing against the island's high cliffs, nor the wind blasting against her tower's walls, and certainly not the lightning striking down trees which had stood untouched for centuries. Realization dawned on her. "You were out in the middle of that and survived?"
"Aye." He ducked his head in a nod. "I did. My crew did not."
She tightened her lips, lowering her head in an expression of sympathy. "I am sorry to hear of your loss, sirrah." Thunder rumbled across the sky and lightning crackled. Even though she did not trust this man, she couldn't just leave him at the mercy of the elements. Laesha extended her hand, beckoning. "Come. You have my hospitality until the storm passes."
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Sunday, May 22, 2005
In the dream, I was a human female in a Tudor-style village. My uncle, one of the Queen's lieutenants, came to me one day, and explained that the threat of the cat-people was increasing. They were raiding the villages, and they needed my help to scout out their locations.I agreed, and went, in the middle of winter, over much snow. It was a very far ways from the village to the cat-people's land ... they lived by the ocean. I ended up on the beach; hundreds of the cat-people were gathered on the shore, and a tidal wave was coming in. I didn't know how to swim; it was forbidden to my people, the in-landers, because it was something the cat-people did. I figured best to take my chances with the cat-people and ran for them. I ended up with a mother and her cubs, and noticed that the ears were almost human ... hybrid.
The water came in, towards us, and the cat-people didn't move back ... it was coming up over the shore, and I thought that we were all going to drown. Then the cat-people combined magic; the water flowed over us like there was a shield protecting us.
When it passed, I tried to escape. I heard footsteps behind me, and I ran. The Warlord of the cat-people caught up with me and demanded to know why I was there. I explained ... and realised that having been there, I didn't want them dead like I had before. And, well, extreme lustage for the Warlord. He took me aside and told me that he did not have as much power as he wished, and that what I had heard was true; the cat-people had broken into dissent, with those that wished to live peacefully with the humans and others that wanted them dead. His son and the shaman were a member of the latter party.
We ended up having sex, and then heard the shaman and son coming up for us ... so we fled. He knew that they would smell my scent on him, so came with me; we ran into my uncle along the way, who captured him and took him back to the Queen. She wanted to kill him, but decided to let him return in a gesture of good will... in hopes of attaining peace.
It will most certainly change as I prewrite, but uthat's what I'm working with right now. :)
All righty ... off to take bath, then try and get some work done.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
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