"Can you read that?" Azara looked up at me, confusion written all over her face.
"Um, no." I glanced at the book, full of random words that I didn't know at all. "It's just some old thing my parents had.I've never really payed much attention to it." the thought suprised me. I'd never really looked through the whole thing. Probably because I couldn't understand any freakin' thing it said. I pushed down the frustration I suddenly felt towards my parents, like I always did. "Should I be able to?"
Azara shook her head, "no, no." she relaxed a little, her tense shoulders loosening, "it's just... strange, that you'd have that."
"Um... what IS it, exactly, then?" I eyed the book's worn cover curiously.
"Well, it's-it's in my language." she said haltingly. Like she didn't really want to tell me or something. Hm.
Then it hit me.
"So, you can read this!" I pointed out the obvious excitedly, "could you tell me what it's about?"
Azara wasn't really listening. ""How could humans get something like this?" she muttered, pacing a bit."
"Azara." I said impatiently, "what is it about?"
She stopped walking around, "I have no idea, I've never seen it before. I think it's some sort of spell book, or something. The writing style on the cover is very old. And..." she stopped.
"What?" I demanded. Why wouldn't she tell me anything?!? (Just by the way, in the three moths [Eesh, three months...] that have passed since I last wrote, I've learned... well, close to nothing else about her. Not kidding.)
"It has an aura to it, not unlike the aura that surrounds my necklace." she brought her hand up to the jewel hanging from her neck, "so it obviously has some magic in it..." she suddenly stared at me intently, red eyes shining like rubies, "Who are your parents, Margarite?"
I've gotten used to this question. I've been asked it a lot. I have no problem coming to terms with my, em, interesting situation. No sob story for me! "They died, or abandoned me, or something. I really have no idea. I dunno anything about them."
The faery sighed, "Of course." she said in an exasperated tone. I was just about to tell her, hey, it's not my fault, jeez, when she said, "I just don't get it. How could humans have this?"
"Um... maybe someone dropped it?" I hope that didn't sound as lame to her as it did for me.
"No." she replied quickly, like it really was impossible for someone to drop it. Hey, it can happen, right? Well, Azara stopped pacing around and sat with a sigh, Sora flitting over to her. She put her hand on his head gently and stared at the book thoughtfully. I, figuring that she wasn't in the mood to talk, continued flipping through the pages.I reached the back cover. I heard a click, and it raised slightly. I raised my eyebrows. "What was that?"
Azara looked alert, staring intently at the book.
"It... it opened."
(Sorry, yet again, I hafta stop because I promised myself I'd post today and... well, I'll continue on number 5 again tomorrow!)
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Excuses, Excuses
Again, so, so sorry! I haven't been able to write! I'm sorry I haven't been posting! SO much has happened! Almost 3 months, I wince when I think about it. I'm gonna stick with this blog, no matter what! I remember, when I was young, I constantly tried to start diaries or journals. I would really get into it, then suddenly I would stop. My little journals sat in the back of my shelves, forgotten memories... and of course I didn't take any of them with me when I ran away. Ah well... I'm getting off topic!
Reasons for Not Writing:
1. The cold
2. A cold
3. Family nights
4. Sadly, pure laziness
5. and a good book.
Number 1. Oh, that computer. It kept breaking on me, maybe it got wet or something, in all that cold weather that's been happening. I got a new computer though, finally. It's a hard thing to do, but totally worth it. I love my new computer!
2. I got sick. It started out with just a little cold. I came back from hunting in the rain a few weeks ago, with practically nothing, and soon started coughing. Azara kindly tried to help by warming the place up, something she can do very well, but I was pretty sick for a long time and just couldn't be writing.
3. The house I go in often, to charge up my computer... well, the family has been staying in a lot lately, probably because of the weather. (This weather is more troublesome than the plague. Seriously.) They've been having family dinners and such. I really want to storm in there and say "LEAVE! MY GOD, PEOPLE!" I send these thoughts to them . I can see the words flowing from my mind to their's only to bounce off. I wish I had mind control.
4. Well, I just continued to slack off! I hope that never happens again. Anyways, I've really been getting into manga, haha. And I kept on reading it instead of writing. So if I don't post for a while... well, maybe that's why! I hope you all haven't forgotten about me...
5. This one, this is the exciting thing. Azara had been practicing her flying. I'd wake up and she'd be fluttering around the room like a stray thought, awry and random, running into the floor sometimes. She noticed me watching. "Practice." she said with a small smile. Or was it a grimace?
I would often find her doing this, improving only a bit. She would spread it out and fold it again, she'd flutter it like a flag as she was sitting, but her wing still hung crooked. Once, while she was unfolding it slowly with her hand, a letter she wasn't sure she wanted to open, I asked it.
"Will you ever be able to fly properly?"
Without hesitating,
"No."
She sighed, "Never like I could, but I will be able to fly decently. Never again very fast, but with practice and healing, I can."
It seemed, after that, she was trying even harder, and going in through tight spaces without bumping into walls, trying t fly out a tiny crack, pretty much seeing if she could go straight with a crooked wing.
That's when it happened.
She wanted to use a partially drawer, to fly in and out of a small space, and I only have one. It was full.
Surely, you remember that useless book my parents gave me?
It was in the drawer. I had to take it out. So, naturally... I did. And started flipping through it as Azara flapped around loudly. Flap flap flap flap flap...
flap.
A gasp.
"Where did you get that?"
I paused, "Um, parents."
"H-how..." she whispered, "That's... that's..."
"It's what?!?" I asked her impatiently.
"Fae." she breathed.
(Well, I have to go now, what I way to leave the blog! Sorry! I'll write again soon! For real!)
Reasons for Not Writing:
1. The cold
2. A cold
3. Family nights
4. Sadly, pure laziness
5. and a good book.
Number 1. Oh, that computer. It kept breaking on me, maybe it got wet or something, in all that cold weather that's been happening. I got a new computer though, finally. It's a hard thing to do, but totally worth it. I love my new computer!
2. I got sick. It started out with just a little cold. I came back from hunting in the rain a few weeks ago, with practically nothing, and soon started coughing. Azara kindly tried to help by warming the place up, something she can do very well, but I was pretty sick for a long time and just couldn't be writing.
3. The house I go in often, to charge up my computer... well, the family has been staying in a lot lately, probably because of the weather. (This weather is more troublesome than the plague. Seriously.) They've been having family dinners and such. I really want to storm in there and say "LEAVE! MY GOD, PEOPLE!" I send these thoughts to them . I can see the words flowing from my mind to their's only to bounce off. I wish I had mind control.
4. Well, I just continued to slack off! I hope that never happens again. Anyways, I've really been getting into manga, haha. And I kept on reading it instead of writing. So if I don't post for a while... well, maybe that's why! I hope you all haven't forgotten about me...
5. This one, this is the exciting thing. Azara had been practicing her flying. I'd wake up and she'd be fluttering around the room like a stray thought, awry and random, running into the floor sometimes. She noticed me watching. "Practice." she said with a small smile. Or was it a grimace?
I would often find her doing this, improving only a bit. She would spread it out and fold it again, she'd flutter it like a flag as she was sitting, but her wing still hung crooked. Once, while she was unfolding it slowly with her hand, a letter she wasn't sure she wanted to open, I asked it.
"Will you ever be able to fly properly?"
Without hesitating,
"No."
She sighed, "Never like I could, but I will be able to fly decently. Never again very fast, but with practice and healing, I can."
It seemed, after that, she was trying even harder, and going in through tight spaces without bumping into walls, trying t fly out a tiny crack, pretty much seeing if she could go straight with a crooked wing.
That's when it happened.
She wanted to use a partially drawer, to fly in and out of a small space, and I only have one. It was full.
Surely, you remember that useless book my parents gave me?
It was in the drawer. I had to take it out. So, naturally... I did. And started flipping through it as Azara flapped around loudly. Flap flap flap flap flap...
flap.
A gasp.
"Where did you get that?"
I paused, "Um, parents."
"H-how..." she whispered, "That's... that's..."
"It's what?!?" I asked her impatiently.
"Fae." she breathed.
(Well, I have to go now, what I way to leave the blog! Sorry! I'll write again soon! For real!)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Ack!
So, so sorry! I don't have time to write right now, I apologize, just letting you know I'm alive! I'm sorry it's been so long,. I'll explain later!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Q&A
It's a good thing I did the questions, because life has been suprisingly uneventful lately!
Thanks for the questions, Aveline and... Anonymous! :) I'm afraid, though, that Azara didn't answer all of them. She's still trying to hide everything, or at least, lots of things, about herself. Sigh.
I tried to copy what she said word-for-word.
1) do you think margarite can help you with whatever is wrong?
She helps me heal, with strange "band-aid." No human can help me... Here she looked away and wouldn't say anything else.
2) what do you love to do?
I love to ride the birds. There is a creature called Pheonix; he lets me fly with him not getting burned. They are fiery creatures full of spirit. They do not live here though, but I have Sora for company!
3) can you do what we call "magic"? if so, what?
(She had a very, very long answer for this, and I'm still asking her about. She's actually telling me things! Because she's still explaining to me, I'll keep asking her about it, then give the answer in whole different post.)
4) where did you come from??!
Where everything starts. (That's all she'd tell me, even though I was pestering her about it.)
5) we want to help, please tell. it can't hurt, can it?
Yes, can very much hurt. Hopefully, it will not affect the people here. That is what I'm trying to do, anyway.
6) how do humans compare to faeries, intelligence and skill and talent wise?
(She laughed) Well, in some ways the fae are smarter, other times humans are smarter. Fae know more about the world in the way of nature and Essence. (You'll learn what she means by that later! It's a magic thing.) Humans know more of destroying and then making again. It's hard to explain. Skills and talents? Fae, because of the birds, can sing very well! (I think, when she said because of the birds, she meant because they can speak to them.) We also can fly, which humans can not do without a machine. Humans are very good at creating things, like the machines that they fly in. ("They're called planes." I said here.) Planes. Yes, we do not have those!
7) what are your dreams?
My dreams? Dreams, like wishes? (Me: yes, I suppose.) Now, it is to be rid of my wound. I cannot fly, my wing has a hole in it. I can't even move. It's unbearable! Another skill most humans have that the fae don't have is the ability to... not be free. To be trapped for some time and be able to get through it.
8) most important: what is troubling you?
(Even though I told her it was important she won't tell me. She said, "It's not for your ears." I'll work hard to convince her to tell!
9) why do you wear a ruby-like necklace?
Helps me focus magic.
10) why does the faery trust you even though she barely knows you??
She has been saying it's because of Sora. Her trusts me and tells her I'm trustworthy... also, I haven't put her in a cage or whatever!
Thanks for the questions, Aveline and... Anonymous! :) I'm afraid, though, that Azara didn't answer all of them. She's still trying to hide everything, or at least, lots of things, about herself. Sigh.
I tried to copy what she said word-for-word.
1) do you think margarite can help you with whatever is wrong?
She helps me heal, with strange "band-aid." No human can help me... Here she looked away and wouldn't say anything else.
2) what do you love to do?
I love to ride the birds. There is a creature called Pheonix; he lets me fly with him not getting burned. They are fiery creatures full of spirit. They do not live here though, but I have Sora for company!
3) can you do what we call "magic"? if so, what?
(She had a very, very long answer for this, and I'm still asking her about. She's actually telling me things! Because she's still explaining to me, I'll keep asking her about it, then give the answer in whole different post.)
4) where did you come from??!
Where everything starts. (That's all she'd tell me, even though I was pestering her about it.)
5) we want to help, please tell. it can't hurt, can it?
Yes, can very much hurt. Hopefully, it will not affect the people here. That is what I'm trying to do, anyway.
6) how do humans compare to faeries, intelligence and skill and talent wise?
(She laughed) Well, in some ways the fae are smarter, other times humans are smarter. Fae know more about the world in the way of nature and Essence. (You'll learn what she means by that later! It's a magic thing.) Humans know more of destroying and then making again. It's hard to explain. Skills and talents? Fae, because of the birds, can sing very well! (I think, when she said because of the birds, she meant because they can speak to them.) We also can fly, which humans can not do without a machine. Humans are very good at creating things, like the machines that they fly in. ("They're called planes." I said here.) Planes. Yes, we do not have those!
7) what are your dreams?
My dreams? Dreams, like wishes? (Me: yes, I suppose.) Now, it is to be rid of my wound. I cannot fly, my wing has a hole in it. I can't even move. It's unbearable! Another skill most humans have that the fae don't have is the ability to... not be free. To be trapped for some time and be able to get through it.
8) most important: what is troubling you?
(Even though I told her it was important she won't tell me. She said, "It's not for your ears." I'll work hard to convince her to tell!
9) why do you wear a ruby-like necklace?
Helps me focus magic.
10) why does the faery trust you even though she barely knows you??
She has been saying it's because of Sora. Her trusts me and tells her I'm trustworthy... also, I haven't put her in a cage or whatever!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The Candle's Lit II
Ok, sorry, I really had to go, my laptop running out of batteries there!
Anyway, the faery has been healing well. She actually became very talkative, once she really started to trust me. Apparently I have Sora to thank for that. She always tells me what he's thinking, if he's cold, hungry, whatever.
The faery's name is Azara, and that's about all she'll tell me about herself. I asked her what she was doing here and she simply looked away and stayed silent. She won't tell me what it was that shot her or why. It's quite infuriating really!
I did find out that her little antennae were fake. I asked why why she had them, and she said they were a disguise as she removed them and tossed them away in a rumpled ball, and they sat in a rejected slouch in the corner. She wouldn't tell me why she had them!
I told her about the blog, I'm not sure why, I guess I felt I needed approval or something. I don't think she really understood what it was, but she said she'd answer questions, if she wants to I suppose.
Any questions for a faery? (Once in a lifetime chance!)
Anyway, the faery has been healing well. She actually became very talkative, once she really started to trust me. Apparently I have Sora to thank for that. She always tells me what he's thinking, if he's cold, hungry, whatever.
The faery's name is Azara, and that's about all she'll tell me about herself. I asked her what she was doing here and she simply looked away and stayed silent. She won't tell me what it was that shot her or why. It's quite infuriating really!
I did find out that her little antennae were fake. I asked why why she had them, and she said they were a disguise as she removed them and tossed them away in a rumpled ball, and they sat in a rejected slouch in the corner. She wouldn't tell me why she had them!
I told her about the blog, I'm not sure why, I guess I felt I needed approval or something. I don't think she really understood what it was, but she said she'd answer questions, if she wants to I suppose.
Any questions for a faery? (Once in a lifetime chance!)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
The Candle's Lit
I'm sorry it's been so long, I've been trying to get on long enough to write, but never got the chance.
Saturday:
I woke up, immediately knowing something was just wrong. What was it? I lay in bed thinking, and realized. The rain had stopped! No more loud plinks like small hammers all through the day and night. After almost a week, the storm was over! I heard something else filling the silence. A little clicking sound, like the noise you'd make when calling a dog. I rolled over slowly and looked for the source of the noise.
It was the faery.
As soon as I noticed her, glowing strongly, half-sitting, reaching one arm out to Sora, she turned to me, and gasped, eyes wide. Those eyes. They look like little drops of blood, glittering in the light. Though red eyes usually make anyone look evil, they did no such thing to her. She looked scared out of her mind. She made chiming sounds, a bird and a bell together, and tried to scramble away, but winced and put her hand to her wound. She looked at it, covered by the band-aid.
"Faii ioy etca?" She asked me in a breeze of a whisper.
What the hell was she saying? I didn't know. So what do I say, oh-so intelligently? "...Hi?"
She cocked her head, then said, " Are you of the Fae?" She had a beautiful voice, rich and warm, with the strangest accent.
"No," I said, surprised by the question, and the fact she spoke my language, "human."
She stared at me, with an almost confused expression on her face "The bird, he be with you?"
I nodded.
"Very smart, he. And.." she said as he flew to her. "Trusts you." Her gaze met mine.
"Um, yeah." I said. I wasn't doing very well with the conversing. Well, it was weird, talking to a faery! "I rescued him, someone had caught him. I set him free, and I guess he liked me or something. Maybe he likes my food. His name's Sora, it means sky." Now I was babbling. I shut up.
"I know of name." she said, stroking him. "He tells me."
...
...
...
"Huh?!?" I glanced at Sora, sitting happily by the faery.
She rolled her eyes at me. No, really, she actually rolled her eyes! "I listen, I hear. I understand."
I sighed, and quickly changed the subject before she started scolding me for not "listening, hearing, and understanding."
"Is your wound hurting?" Her hand had been resting on it the whole time.
"No." She said, looking at it.. "What is this?" She pointed to the band-aid, then touched it with wonder in her eyes. "It's strange."
"It's a bandage." I said, trying not to laugh at her amazed expression.
She stared at it a little longer, nodding. Then she looked around the room. "This is not unlike where I live. Where is here?"
"Oh, I don't really live like most people." Yeah, that's for sure, "It's in a forest... um, in England?" Would a faery know about England? I certainly didn't know where she came from.
"Yes. England." She smiled,"I have been to here before."
"Really?" Well, that's weird. I'd never seen a faery flying around before.
Oh no, I have to go, I'm sorry! Please, check back soon, I'll finish later!
Saturday:
I woke up, immediately knowing something was just wrong. What was it? I lay in bed thinking, and realized. The rain had stopped! No more loud plinks like small hammers all through the day and night. After almost a week, the storm was over! I heard something else filling the silence. A little clicking sound, like the noise you'd make when calling a dog. I rolled over slowly and looked for the source of the noise.
It was the faery.
As soon as I noticed her, glowing strongly, half-sitting, reaching one arm out to Sora, she turned to me, and gasped, eyes wide. Those eyes. They look like little drops of blood, glittering in the light. Though red eyes usually make anyone look evil, they did no such thing to her. She looked scared out of her mind. She made chiming sounds, a bird and a bell together, and tried to scramble away, but winced and put her hand to her wound. She looked at it, covered by the band-aid.
"Faii ioy etca?" She asked me in a breeze of a whisper.
What the hell was she saying? I didn't know. So what do I say, oh-so intelligently? "...Hi?"
She cocked her head, then said, " Are you of the Fae?" She had a beautiful voice, rich and warm, with the strangest accent.
"No," I said, surprised by the question, and the fact she spoke my language, "human."
She stared at me, with an almost confused expression on her face "The bird, he be with you?"
I nodded.
"Very smart, he. And.." she said as he flew to her. "Trusts you." Her gaze met mine.
"Um, yeah." I said. I wasn't doing very well with the conversing. Well, it was weird, talking to a faery! "I rescued him, someone had caught him. I set him free, and I guess he liked me or something. Maybe he likes my food. His name's Sora, it means sky." Now I was babbling. I shut up.
"I know of name." she said, stroking him. "He tells me."
...
...
...
"Huh?!?" I glanced at Sora, sitting happily by the faery.
She rolled her eyes at me. No, really, she actually rolled her eyes! "I listen, I hear. I understand."
I sighed, and quickly changed the subject before she started scolding me for not "listening, hearing, and understanding."
"Is your wound hurting?" Her hand had been resting on it the whole time.
"No." She said, looking at it.. "What is this?" She pointed to the band-aid, then touched it with wonder in her eyes. "It's strange."
"It's a bandage." I said, trying not to laugh at her amazed expression.
She stared at it a little longer, nodding. Then she looked around the room. "This is not unlike where I live. Where is here?"
"Oh, I don't really live like most people." Yeah, that's for sure, "It's in a forest... um, in England?" Would a faery know about England? I certainly didn't know where she came from.
"Yes. England." She smiled,"I have been to here before."
"Really?" Well, that's weird. I'd never seen a faery flying around before.
Oh no, I have to go, I'm sorry! Please, check back soon, I'll finish later!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Nevermind!
I take it back, I take it ALL back! I do not like the rain at all. I despise it with every fibre of my being. It's so hard to hate something so much when it's not solid, and you can't do anything about it.
Why do I suddenly feel such loathing toward it? Well, the cloths are completely soaked through, to the point that they may as well not be there. I have to sweep (yes, SWEEP,) water out the trapdoor constantly. I have nothing to eat, and when I go out to find something, I'm instantly soaked. The forest looks as though it's been drowned and beaten, branches strewn everywhere from the driving wind and rain. The weather is now a monster, destroying every pathway and sapling. What am I to do? How am I going to stay at least mostly dry and warm? Dampness can kill just as easily as cold. At least I know Sora is doing fine, with his fae-fire. It may not last for long though. I don't think the faery has any chance any longer. Her glow is almost gone and she seems feverish. I think it may be the inescapable rain. I wonder, could Sora sit on her and keep her warm, like she was his egg?
I don't know. I'm desperate.
I also have many worries for the house. What if the tree I'm in gets blown down? What if the wood starts rotting even more, or gets moldy? I actually found some mold sneaking through the corner today, coaxed in by the watery wood. I need dry things! When will this storm end?
Why do I suddenly feel such loathing toward it? Well, the cloths are completely soaked through, to the point that they may as well not be there. I have to sweep (yes, SWEEP,) water out the trapdoor constantly. I have nothing to eat, and when I go out to find something, I'm instantly soaked. The forest looks as though it's been drowned and beaten, branches strewn everywhere from the driving wind and rain. The weather is now a monster, destroying every pathway and sapling. What am I to do? How am I going to stay at least mostly dry and warm? Dampness can kill just as easily as cold. At least I know Sora is doing fine, with his fae-fire. It may not last for long though. I don't think the faery has any chance any longer. Her glow is almost gone and she seems feverish. I think it may be the inescapable rain. I wonder, could Sora sit on her and keep her warm, like she was his egg?
I don't know. I'm desperate.
I also have many worries for the house. What if the tree I'm in gets blown down? What if the wood starts rotting even more, or gets moldy? I actually found some mold sneaking through the corner today, coaxed in by the watery wood. I need dry things! When will this storm end?
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