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Post by Lauryn Vitoris on Jan 8, 2010 8:41:56 GMT -5
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L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL: ~the breeze blows and leaves swirl, the trees bend their limbs and bow, the titmouse lifts its head and turns, a deer flicks its tail- spurns, the waters in the pond were still, til Lauryn arrived, prophecy to fulfill~
(Yes, that's really all of it.)
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Post by Lauryn Vitoris on Jan 8, 2010 22:47:56 GMT -5
(19:56:54 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL: ~here and there, walking barefoot through the forest....bright green eyes alert....perhaps she'd finally eluded them~
(20:07:31 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL: ~Lauryn is willowy, yes, like the tree....tall and flexible and light: she is often swayed by the breeze. The slenderness of her limbs, the column of her throat so pale belie the strength of her which lie as they do with the willow: in her roots, in her 'trunk'. In short, her spirit. She slides a hand along the side of a tree, walking towards the sound of running water...~
(20:14:52 )
. . . Psionic Destruction . . .
Damion Del Torian
{Lead Proxitcae}
Can’t you hear the choir now? Listen to the animals sing.
Can’t you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: -Not uncommon for the Proxicae to be seen in these parts. Afterall there training area is within a cave, in these very woods. Damion has a lot on his mind these days. Heading out the Proxicae which are sworn defenders of the gods… especially Zeus, and Hades. His family all seems to be moving into the area as well, including his father, a Master Necromancer, His twin brother, and fellow Proxicae, and rumors his Sister Victoria is in the area as well. Then there is Silwen, whom he has grown quite fond of, she is come to him seeking how to become the Assassin he has been known to be. As he would be moving through the woods, even though he was deep in thought, his psionic abilities begin to flood over him, picking up on a presence he has not felt, in a very very long time. Tilting his head to the lift, and then right…. He would ask calmly- “Who is there?”
(20:19:17 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to . . . Psionic Destructio: ~Lauryn was unaccustomed to dealing with others: she'd spent the last century evading a certain satyr and his master and it did not allow her time for pleasantries, for friendship, for trust....she stepped between the wide trunk of a tree and peered past, her clothes, skin, hair shimmering briefly before taking on the hue and texture of the tree she was beside...it was a simple veil...she didn't speak, but peered out further, looking for you and finally catching sight of you in the distance past a number of trees, your form blocked from her view for the most part...only occasionally did she see you and your movement...maybe you weren't speaking to her~
(20:23:35 )
. . . Psionic Destruction . . .
Damion Del Torian
{Lead Proxitcae}
Can’t you hear the choir now? Listen to the animals sing.
Can’t you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: -He would pause there in his footsteps. His eyes catching a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eyes. He would slowly shift his gaze in that direction. The sensation he feels is due heavily with his understanding of chi. Chi speaks through the lifeforce of trees, the wind, the water, the elements themselves breath the chi. During his extensive training as a monk, he learned to channel the chi, to speak to it, and allow it to speak to him. He would clear his mind, allow it to fully manifest itself within him. And as he does, you would likely pick up on this, that he understands nature, and has that proper balance that so many others lack. He would speak again, in a calm voice- “Greetings.. whomever you are”
(20:29:10 ) - - - To Sing, To Breath - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is walking through one of the many villages.... says to ALL: Silwen wandered about the little village, exploring - for it was her way to gain the ken of her surroundings, one never knew when such knowledge would come in handy...Flicking a hand, delicate and finely -boned, at the S'idathe, she sent it off on an expedition, seeking knowledge of the inhabitants of this place.....At least, satisfied that she has seen every nook and cranny of the place, the Sidhe moved on, treading the path on which she had first entered the town, headed for teh wood, in need of living green .
(20:30:17 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to . . . Psionic Destructio: ~there was a flutter of breeze, a 'fluffing' of dried leaves that swirled around your feet and danced away and soon you could feel Lauryn's eyes on you, she stepped from behind a tree in front of you, not more than 40 feet away as if she'd always been behind (or perhaps a part of? did she just change colour? ) that tree....green eyes rested on you, the old soul looking enigmatically youthful, still not sure...~
(20:36:11 )
. . . Psionic Destruction . . .
Damion Del Torian
{Lead Proxitcae}
Can’t you hear the choir now? Listen to the animals sing.
Can’t you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: -His dark orbs fixed upon the area you were in. Though he had not fully seen you. He can read the chi around you, and the aura your being seems to carry. He had not seen but once in his elder existence a being like this. Though even then, he never found out, what she was. He would take a few steps closer, feeling the dried leaves swirl around his feet and his legs. When he would see you step out behind the tree. Green eyes upon him. This being was no threat to these lands, not at all… you see proxicae sorta act as watch guards over the lands. Whatever you were, you were a part of the land, this much he could feel. Moving ever closer now, and you can see that he is looking to you as he speaks- “Name is Damion…” -even though he may look somewhat thrilling, even dangerous by his darker nature, he is not making himself a threat to you, nor would he-
(20:40:11 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to . . . Psionic Destructio: ~her voice was lilting as birdsong, sweetly tuned and melodic, it tumbled from her lips almost singsong~ Damion, who do you serve? ~she had felt your footfall the way you might feel rain on your face, had determined you were not shrouding yourself, were not a trick: so far. ~
(20:42:11 ) - - - To Sing, To Breath - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL: Silwen entered teh forest, lightstepped and silent, a hand drawn casually over the wizened bark of an old grandfather here, a gnarled trunk there...sensing others in the wood, she halted, gliding into the shadows without sound...the 'servant came to curl about her feet, whimpering and wailing - a warning - unseen and unheard by any but herself... A single slim finger raised to teh air, tasting, testing - and finding two, one familiar and one not...Reaching to the S'idathe, she bade him silent, bade him still, and the tiny swirls of dust ceased on the instant as they remained there, cautious, still hidden -
(20:45:03 )
. . . Psionic Destruction . . .
Damion Del Torian
{Lead Proxitcae}
Can’t you hear the choir now? Listen to the animals sing.
Can’t you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: -He would pause as you ask him such a odd question. He would not have expected this to be the first question or words to have been spoken. He would think on this for a moment, and answer- “by trade.. the works of nature both through the chi of nature, and her counterpart psi the deeper manifestation of the mind and elements. “ -all words are truly spoken, yet there is more- “And by duty, the gods of Mt. Olympus” -He waits now to see if you offer him any more details as to whom and what you are- “Are you an Elemental?”
(20:48:47 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to . . . Psionic Destructio: ~the wind swirled again and her hair blew in opposite direction, she turned her face, something had caught her attention, another presence....she'd asked you who you served. In her world there were those that served the King and those that didn't. She had lived too long this way, but her eyes had flickered in recognition of the Gods of Mt Olympus: her family, though distant....she was a mere daughter of some distant lesser diety....~ No, she is not. ~she pressed her body against the tree, palms flat against it, leaving it between herself and the female presence in the woods~
(20:54:41 ) - - - To Sing, To Breath - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: A sense of knowedge came to her. rising on the air, a fragrance, a pressure ...you had felt her, you had..and so Silwen stepped from the shadows, slender frame erect, midnight-colored hair drifting and curling slowly ain the small breeze that seemed to follow her here ... Hello... The single word carried a world of questions, and answers too, for those who could hear them, and tri-colored eyes glanced to the other, to Damion, briefly before returning to you....
(20:59:42 )
. . . Psionic Destruction . . .
Damion Del Torian
{Lead Proxitcae}
Can’t you hear the choir now? Listen to the animals sing.
Can’t you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL: {To Silwen}-He could feel the presence of Silwen near the area now.. and as he did, his mind would link out to hers, his mind soft brushing across it, like a small wave of heat… whereby she would know it was him.. Linked to her mind- “Its ok, you can come over…” – of course by this point you had already arrived.. and he would turn and look into your triad colored eyes- “that was quick” -he said this outloud, with a smirk…
{To Lauryn} –His eyes turns now to meet the one who spoke, as if it was not her own words, but the voice of the very tree you laid your hand upon.. but this would make some sense, your hugging very close to the trees of the land around us.. And then it hits him… the bacchae in the opposite forest fear you, your kind.. and rightfully so, you’re the only the one source that can kill them. He whispers the word- “Dryad?” and then goes silent-
(20:59:47 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to - - - To Sing, To Breath: ~she draws back just a little..keeping the tree between...the air kicks up a bit....dry leaves swirl around over the ground in a gentle dance, push her hair across her neck briefly, her gown flutters against her legs....then the air stills as she recognizes a distant cousin...(not directly related but as in- not far off from what she is as an entity), she nods~ Is this your human?
(21:04:23 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to . . . Psionic Destructio: ~her spring fresh eyes flicker to you, she rests her cheek against the tree...from the sleeve of her gown a small mouse scurries, down her leg...through the leaves, disappears under some brush...in the locks of her hair, a small birdsnest with two wee eggs held preciously...she considered your question~ she has been called that...
(21:04:56 )
. . . Psionic Enigma . . .
Damon Del Torian
{Proxiticae}
And I know that I'm gonna be like this forever...I'm never gonna be what I should
And you think that I'll be bad for just a little while, but I know that I'll be bad for good!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL: -It was usually common for Damon to be off somewhere by himself, as it was ingrained in him from his line of work. He was an assassin, and not a half-bad one at that, considering he had been a member of the Symphony of Destruction..BUt in this case he was in the forest actually hanging from a high-up branch on one of the larger trees and had been cat-napping, using his psionic power to keep himself camoflauged and hidden from sight, as well as masking his presence...then he heard the commotion..the unmistakeable voice of his twin Damion, the sing-song lilt of the Sidhe..and another voice he hadn't heard yet. Muttering softly to himself, he reached for the branch he was hanging from, flipped hislegs off the branch until he was facing right-side up, then somehow managed to dislocate his shoulders, putting his arms behind him and pulling himself to a standing position on the branch. After taking a second to make sure all was well with his joints, he backflipped off the branch while moving forward, landing noiselessly on the ground right next to Damon before he dismissed the psionic camoflauge
(21:06:16 ) - - - To Sing, To Breath - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: The Fey's eyes widen slightly, the silvery hue swirling with gray and gold, as ye ask this - A laugh then, lighting the cool green dim with a flare of the gold that is her essence, and the answer, couched in the music and rhythm of her race..... Nay, he is not mine, indeed I think he does not belong to anyone, only to himself... ....
Damion: The Sidhe glances to you, the soft touch in her mind not unwelcome as she sends one of her own in return, curling to you across the small distance...
(21:08:52 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to . . . Psionic Enigma . .: ~well now that did it: she was skittish as a new colt as it was....only having lost scent of that wretched satyr less than a fortnight before...not yet secure in these woods and when you appeared? the air went cold and still....frost crackled over the ground, spreading out from where she stood...she took two steps back and then there was a rustle of brush...a large stag came leaping forth in the small gathering of humanoids ....and when it had passed...Lauryn was nowhere to be seen~
(21:16:35 )
. . . Psionic Destruction . . .
Damion Del Torian
{Lead Proxitcae}
Can’t you hear the choir now? Listen to the animals sing.
Can’t you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL: -So there they were, all four of them. His brother suddenly appeared out of no where, like a thief in the night, though he was mindful he was there moments before he would arrive. He would feel Silwen, curl into him, and then what he assumes to be a Dryad disappears from view, perhaps a little shy? Or perhaps too unsure about who we were. Either way, she may not be seen, but rest assured, Damion feels her presence through the chi. -
{To Damon} –He would turn his attention to Damon, and would say to him- “Is it necessary to always sneak up on everything?” -old habbits? We are not of the Symphony anymore and we both got to get use to the adjustments…- “Whatever she was, I am sure she is far older than ourselves” -He would turn his attention to Silwen-
{To Silwen} –He would slip his arms around her, and whisper to her- “Do you know what she was?”
{To Lauryn} –He would then shift his attention back to the chi.. within a few moments, a series of chants would slip through his lips in a native tongue to the chi itself, that would circle across all parts of the forest, within range of him. This communication is called “Tongue of the sun and moon”.. wherein he fills in the missing pieces, letting you know that was his twin that was there.. and the very language itself speaks of his closeness with nature… hoping this would be enough to bring you back out into view-
(21:23:04 ) - - - To Sing, To Breath - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to . . . Psionic Enigma . .: Silwen forgot herself and looked up, for just a sliver of time, as ye became ...evident, hanging in the upper reaches of a nearby tree, then suddenly, ye were there, upright and on the ground beside Damion..Silwen was impressed, you had been silent as the mists, and even the S'idathe hadn't warned her..... A nod of greeting, and rosy lips curved in a faint smile, for the Sidhe remembered you from the tavern....
Damion: Moving close into the circle of your arms, Silwen answered you truly, as truly as she knew .... A whisper, close against your ear .... She feels like me, Damion, and yet different...she is of the trees, of the forest...a Dryad, I am thinking......Soft lips pressed gently to you as the words were spoken, in a brief caress to the shell of your ear...
Lauryn: Silwen blinked as ye disappeared with teh advent of the great beautiful stag, wondering why ye were so afraid, and what it was that had made you so... She hoped ye would reveal yourself again, as none here intended you harm, at least she didn't think so...
(21:27:49 )
. . . Psionic Enigma . . .
Damon Del Torian
{Proxiticae}
And I know that I'm gonna be like this forever...I'm never gonna be what I should
And you think that I'll be bad for just a little while, but I know that I'll be bad for good!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to . . . Psionic Destructio: -Damon turned to face Damion, a slightly cross look on his face as though annoyed that his twin would say such a thing, and he would let him know exactly how wrong he was- "First of all, Damion, I was in the forest before any of you..I was sleeping up there, and your loud-ass mouth woke me up"...-That was said with a little gleam in his eyes, letting you know the last part was a joke, but the rest was indeed true-...
{To Silwen} -He glanced over toward you and offered a silent greeting as he pulled out what looked to be a pan-flute from a pouch he kept on him-..
{To Damion} "She, My brother, was a dryad..nymph, what have you..one way to draw her back out, is with this"...-Damon would know this because he had spent a great deal of time dimension-hopping, more so than Damion did, and he learned of many interesting things on his own personal quest over the past years..He held the pan-flute out toward Damion-
(21:33:49 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL: ~she had slipped within a nearby tree, it was not something she did often or for long - too many of her sisters had fallen asleep and never returned from the depths of an old wise tree: they were warm and friendly and easy to loose oneself to...she listened to them speak, to the Fae's lyrical voice ....to the men...they had not appeared to know what she was, they could still be agents of The King...but one had mentioned the old gods....it stirred memories in her, she lingered but did not reveal herself: curious~
(21:40:30 )
. . . Psionic Destruction . . .
Damion Del Torian
{Lead Proxitcae}
Can’t you hear the choir now? Listen to the animals sing.
Can’t you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king!
Is traveling through one of the forest says to ALL:
{To Damon} –He would shift his gaze towards him and the flute… He shakes his head- “nay, let her of her own will return” -He said plainly-
{To Silwen} –He would shift his eyes now over to Silwen, and would lean into her kiss upon his ears- “I thought she must be Dryad… can you communicate with her? Let her know there is no danger here?”
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Post by Lauryn Vitoris on Jan 9, 2010 22:14:04 GMT -5
(20:04:29 ) - - - To Sing, To Breathe - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is drinking some Ale in one of the Taverns says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: The 'servant joined her, slipping through the door like a breath of air, rising to whisper of unrest among the great ones..and the Dryad, back among the trees .... Silwen rose to leave the tavern and moved off towards the forest in hopes of finding her...
(20:07:01 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to - - - To Sing, To Breath: ~Lauryn appeared almost a part of the tree itself, her dress lending itself to the colour and texture, her hair like spanish moss, soft, long...flowing from the branches...twigs and leaves and birds' nests...she yawned and the exhale was a breeze stirring the branches of her tree....a bird perched on one of her lovely toes~
(20:12:35 ) - - - To Sing, To Breathe - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: Silwen retraced her steps along the path, entering the woods in the vicinity of yesterday's adventure.....As she walked , she loosed teh translucent shroud of glamour , just a bit, watching as it eddied about then trailed away like sparkling strands of spidersilk....her skin glowed now, like she had swallowed moonlight, and as teh Fey moved closer to where ye were, she called out, voice musical, words slowed with the accent of her birth... Hello to you, hello....will ye come out , I'd love to really meet you... A smile then, and the trees glowed with warm light...
(20:17:22 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to - - - To Sing, To Breath: ~Lauryn had chosen a tree, it wasn't the tree she'd stood by the night before but it was close by..she observed you curiously, for now maintaining the illusion that blended her form with the tree's....watching your aura and replying, tucking her voice into a breeze~ who are you?
(20:22:45 ) - - - To Sing, To Breathe - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: Silwen smiled, looking about for the beautiful one. She had only caught a glimpse yesterday, just enough to see the woman's delicate beauty, just for a moment. At your question, a laugh that sparkled in the shadows and teh shade as the Fey answered.... I am Silwen, I come in peace...and who be ye? As she waited your answer in turn, the Sidhe drew a hand over the nearest tree, sliding it over wizened bark in a soft caress, for Silwen , too, had a bond with teh trees....
(20:27:47 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to - - - To Sing, To Breath: ~the tree bark beneath your hand seemed to ripple slightly....Lauryn peered out from the other side of it....verdant green eyes blinked slowly like a great old owl's and her girl's face tilted~ What is a Silwen? ~clearly she was unaccustomed to the give and take of conversation...she lifted her chin then and peered at you down the length of her slender aquiline nose~ She is not she. She is not like the men. She is. ~Lauryn nodded~ She is magic. Silwens are magic.
(20:36:16 ) - - - To Sing, To Breathe - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: Silwen blinked as your eyes appeared, green as the canopy above you, and ye seemed to materialize from the body of the tree beneath her hand....The Sidhe's smile grew bigger, warming the silver hue of her eyes, gold and gray rising in a gentle swirl as she looked right into your eyes.... I am Fey, you are Dryad. We are close, we are, and different too.... Silwen reached a fragile-seeming hand to touch you gently, sliding it along the bark that sheltered you still... Ye are right, I am not like teh men, not like anything here, so far. It is strange, it is, but I am not afraid.....and ye need not be, either... Again, that laugh, flooding the trees with golden light, with warmth and ease.... Why have ye come here? Can we help you? The S'idathe curled about the base of the tree, tickling your ankles, singing in a voice so comical that ye would want to laugh... He likes you..
(20:42:29 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to - - - To Sing, To Breath: ~she emerged from the tree at the touch of your hand, the air took a slight chill and she looked wary...she mimicked your touch to herself...touching your face~ Sidhe.
~Lauryn stood still for a very long time, considering, slowly nodding....a small field mouse chittered at her feet and ran up her leg, disappeared in the neck of her dress eventually all without the dryad's notice~ Yes, I remember now. ~she had that birdsong voice: lovely....lifting~ Yes, She will help you. ~her head tilted, considering your companion though~ I think he likes you
(20:52:35 ) - - - To Sing, To Breathe - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: The Sidhe had met another like you, an age ago and more, and stood as still as if she had been born with roots, letting ye touch and ponder as ye would... At your words, an honest laugh rang out, no magic in it, just joy and humor the way a laugh could be sometimes... He is the S'idathe, familiar to me, guardian, companion in war, and has traveled beside me for many a year .... Silwen paused to glance down at the windservant affectionately. Show yerself... The creature reared up, standing as high as Siwen's shoulder, legless, faceless, and yet, somehow, it would remind ye of a pet dog, or a snake..or both at one and the same time...it was musical, it was, it's voice slurring over the trees with a softness that rivalled your own, and to the touch , it was tender.... It moved to you, not touching but still singing to ye, and this made the Fey laugh heartily...
(20:59:37 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to - - - To Sing, To Breath: ~Lauryn watched it curiously for a few moments, listened to your laugh, began to relax her defenses.......if she had seemed distant before she seemed closer now, more in focus, more vibrant- like spring at it's beginnings...timidly green...~ She is Lara of the Woods. ~she bowed deeply at the waist, a hand going to her tummy, the other waved out to her side, so gallant and expressive, when her head dipp, long strands of mossy oak hair fell towards the ground...a disgruntled robin took flight from its strands and a hedgehod clung to a lock...she stood upright again~
(21:06:08 ) - - - To Sing, To Breathe - - -
°° Silwen Fáilláriel °°
~ Truly to Sing, That Is A Different Breath ~
New Olympus ~ IC
Is traveling through one of the forest says to L A U R Y NV I T O R I S: Well, Lara of the Woods, I am Silwen Faillariel, Lady of the Air.... The Fey was being polite according to her race; ye had given your title, and so Silwen responded with her own.... She dipped her head to you in another response, smiling as the forest creatures clung to you, holding fast to the pretty long hair.....A breath of warmth breezed across the small distance between them, a breeze that carried the fragrance opf green and leaf and spring, and the Sidhe smiled yet again..... Will ye be staying here, Lara of the Woods?
(21:11:01 )
L A U R Y N
V I T O R I S
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
Is traveling through one of the forest says to - - - To Sing, To Breath: ~the wind picked up, Lauryn looked down at the ground, leaves were blowing around her like a small tornado...she looked back at you~ She may be. She bids you good eve....~and with that, she quietly walked behind the tree once more~ ((must go!))
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