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[story]ish ATCv2;12a
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emmel
2008-09-03 12:13:22 UTC
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Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...

The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
It was the smell that got to her. That sickly sweet stench
travelling with the smell of fire. She had long ago passed the point
when it made her stomach turn, but it still carried with it memories
of things that Aleana would rather not have remembered. Slowly she
continued along the road, hand rested at the hilt of her sword.
A few minutes later she was standing in front of a heap that
once been the inn. Even the roof with its massive support beams hadn't
lasted, being reduced to ashes as the rest of the house. The chimney
alone had survived the brunt of the fire, many of its stones cracked,
but still standing against the night sky like a finger raised in
warning.
By the looks of it, the rumours of bandits in the area where
true after all, and on top of that they had a mage among them; there
was no way that fire had been natural. In a way fire had a
personality, an inherent pride - it wanted to be respected, admired.
Left to its own resources it would have left reminders of its force -
blackened planks, charred beams, half burned bits and pieces; the
destruction of the inn, in contrast, had been complete, and, if she
wasn't completely mistaken, far too fast. Too fast to get out in time.
'May your spirits bath in forgetfulness as your bodies
continue the eternal cycle.'
Aleana felt a pang of guilt for shortening the rites like
that, but she trusted the dead would understand. She simply didn't
have time to go looking for remains to bury, if there even was
anything besides ashes. All that mattered now was Laiva. Somewhere out
there was her little girl, on her own, with the only shelter far and
wide gone. She had to find her before any bandits stumbled over her.
Her poor little Laiva. All the thing she had to go through
because she had failed. Failed her. Laughed at her. She off all people
should have understood. The look on her face...
Not this time. She would find her, protect her, try to make
up. She could only hope Laiva would ever be able to forgive her.
--
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Neo
2008-09-05 20:31:12 UTC
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Post by emmel
Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...
The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
Are you sure this should be a new alinea? vvv She is spinning the arrow
at the ruins of the inn right?
Post by emmel
It was the smell that got to her. That sickly sweet stench
travelling with the smell of fire. She had long ago passed the point
when it made her stomach turn, but it still carried with it memories
of things that Aleana would rather not have remembered. Slowly she
continued along the road, hand rested at the hilt of her sword.
A few minutes later she was standing in front of a heap that
that had once been the inn.
Post by emmel
once been the inn. Even the roof with its massive support beams hadn't
lasted, being reduced to ashes as the rest of the house. The chimney
as had the rest of the house.
Post by emmel
alone had survived the brunt of the fire, many of its stones cracked,
but still standing against the night sky like a finger raised in
warning.
By the looks of it, the rumours of bandits in the area where
true after all, and on top of that they had a mage among them; there
was no way that fire had been natural. In a way fire had a
no way that fire could have been natural.

Short story. But good material, just like the rest :-)

Neo
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Everything that has a beginning has an end.
emmel
2008-09-06 08:39:33 UTC
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And when it was 2008-09-05, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...
The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
Are you sure this should be a new alinea? vvv
::is utterly confused::
WTF are you talking about?
Post by Neo
She is spinning the arrow
at the ruins of the inn right?
Erm, no... she doesn't get there until a few minutes later...
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
It was the smell that got to her. That sickly sweet stench
travelling with the smell of fire. She had long ago passed the point
when it made her stomach turn, but it still carried with it memories
of things that Aleana would rather not have remembered. Slowly she
continued along the road, hand rested at the hilt of her sword.
A few minutes later she was standing in front of a heap that
that had once been the inn.
Oh.
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
once been the inn. Even the roof with its massive support beams hadn't
lasted, being reduced to ashes as the rest of the house. The chimney
as had the rest of the house.
I don't think that's actually necessary. It's in the same state, so it
doesn't actually require a verbal form here, I think.
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
alone had survived the brunt of the fire, many of its stones cracked,
but still standing against the night sky like a finger raised in
warning.
By the looks of it, the rumours of bandits in the area where
true after all, and on top of that they had a mage among them; there
was no way that fire had been natural. In a way fire had a
no way that fire could have been natural.
Possibly.
Post by Neo
Short story. But good material, just like the rest :-)
<g>
::bows::
More to follow. Hopefully. It particularly hard to write for Aleana. I
just couldn't get her two trains of though to join up properly. The only
one I never have problems writing for is Mynor...
--
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Things called lucky tend to get hit by trucks."

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Neo
2008-09-06 11:42:27 UTC
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Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-05, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...
The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
Are you sure this should be a new alinea? vvv
WTF are you talking about?
Subparagraph the babelfish tells me is the word I should have used.
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
She is spinning the arrow
at the ruins of the inn right?
Erm, no... she doesn't get there until a few minutes later...
It seemed to me she as already at the ruins because she was worried.
Finding a place your little girl could be staying at in ruins can do
that to a mother!
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
It was the smell that got to her. That sickly sweet stench
travelling with the smell of fire. She had long ago passed the point
when it made her stomach turn, but it still carried with it memories
of things that Aleana would rather not have remembered. Slowly she
continued along the road, hand rested at the hilt of her sword.
A few minutes later she was standing in front of a heap that
that had once been the inn.
Oh.
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
once been the inn. Even the roof with its massive support beams hadn't
lasted, being reduced to ashes as the rest of the house. The chimney
as had the rest of the house.
I don't think that's actually necessary. It's in the same state, so it
doesn't actually require a verbal form here, I think.
Using temperal logic I would say that being reduced to ashes is
something that had taken place in the past. And being ashes is how you
use it here :-)
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
alone had survived the brunt of the fire, many of its stones cracked,
but still standing against the night sky like a finger raised in
warning.
By the looks of it, the rumours of bandits in the area where
true after all, and on top of that they had a mage among them; there
was no way that fire had been natural. In a way fire had a
no way that fire could have been natural.
Possibly.
Post by Neo
Short story. But good material, just like the rest :-)
<g>
More to follow. Hopefully. It particularly hard to write for Aleana. I
just couldn't get her two trains of though to join up properly. The only
one I never have problems writing for is Mynor...
She is nice, Aleana. Bet she was a lot like Laiva when she was her age.

Neo
--
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
emmel
2008-09-06 15:31:21 UTC
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And when it was 2008-09-06, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-05, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...
The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
Are you sure this should be a new alinea? vvv
WTF are you talking about?
Subparagraph the babelfish tells me is the word I should have used.
Can I safely assume that you have finally gone completely crazy? Because
your sentences heroically fail to make any sense. Then again, maybe *I*
finally snapped?
Oh, wait a sec. You meant 'Are you sure this should be a new
subparagraph?', am I right? (Using quotes is helpful, you know. I had
extreme problems with 'subparagraph, the babelfish' because I couldn't
remember having made his acquaintance.)
Hm... Yes, I think that ought to be a new subparagraph. The next
line pretty much starts with a new train of thought and I wanted to
split it anyway, in order to make it more readable. Do you see any
problem with that?
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
She is spinning the arrow
at the ruins of the inn right?
Erm, no... she doesn't get there until a few minutes later...
It seemed to me she as already at the ruins because she was worried.
Finding a place your little girl could be staying at in ruins can do
that to a mother!
Yeah, but the first thing she notices is the smell. She doesn't actually
have to go there, to know what's up. I'd make that clearer if I knew
how, but frankly I already have been struggling with that for ages.
Input welcome.
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
once been the inn. Even the roof with its massive support beams hadn't
lasted, being reduced to ashes as the rest of the house. The chimney
as had the rest of the house.
I don't think that's actually necessary. It's in the same state, so it
doesn't actually require a verbal form here, I think.
Using temperal logic I would say that being reduced to ashes is
something that had taken place in the past. And being ashes is how you
use it here :-)
'having been reduced to ashes as the rest of the house'?
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
alone had survived the brunt of the fire, many of its stones cracked,
but still standing against the night sky like a finger raised in
warning.
By the looks of it, the rumours of bandits in the area where
true after all, and on top of that they had a mage among them; there
was no way that fire had been natural. In a way fire had a
no way that fire could have been natural.
Possibly.
Post by Neo
Short story. But good material, just like the rest :-)
<g>
More to follow. Hopefully. It particularly hard to write for Aleana. I
just couldn't get her two trains of though to join up properly. The only
one I never have problems writing for is Mynor...
She is nice, Aleana. Bet she was a lot like Laiva when she was her age.
You bet. And in a way she still is - runs in the family :-)

And as a bonus I give you...
::drum roll::
12b

Fresh from the press, buggy like hell, but here you go. 12c is still in
the works and will feature some bad ass fighting. At least I hope it
will, but you never know. It extremely short, but it's a Mynor moment
and those are usually very... temporally limited. Would be quite
interesting to write the whole thing from his perspective, though. Then
again, he is more the quiet type and not much of a talker.

***

Mynor jerked his eyes open and lifted his head. He let his senses
wander, but there was nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard and
nothing to be smelled out of the usual, but the slightly oily quality
of the world around left no doubt - there was magic in the air, and
plenty at that.
He looked at the child curled up against his side, but Laiva
was fast sleep, her breath deep and steady. A bit too fast for her own
good, but she would learn. The important bit, however, was that she
hadn't been the caster.
Seconds passed as if they were seconds - Mynor having a rather
acute sense of time - without anything happening, but he wasn't
prepared to relax yet. Magic at this scale usually had repercussions.
A few more seconds later he was proven right. The distortion
in the magic was huge, and it was coming from the direction of the
road. Laiva on his side stirred, but didn't wake. As exhausted as she
had been, even the magical equivalent of a thunderstorm couldn't rip
her out of her sleep. Mynor wanted to jump up, get moving, but he
couldn't just leave her, could he? Not with Laiva counting on him.
--
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net>
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"A hundred dead are a tragedy - a hundred thousand are statistics."

"I guess you can call yourself lucky." -
"I could, but Linda suits me a little better... :)
Things called lucky tend to get hit by trucks."

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Neo
2008-09-06 15:56:18 UTC
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Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-06, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-05, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...
The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
Are you sure this should be a new alinea? vvv
WTF are you talking about?
Subparagraph the babelfish tells me is the word I should have used.
Can I safely assume that you have finally gone completely crazy? Because
your sentences heroically fail to make any sense. Then again, maybe *I*
finally snapped?
Oh, wait a sec. You meant 'Are you sure this should be a new
subparagraph?', am I right? (Using quotes is helpful, you know. I had
extreme problems with 'subparagraph, the babelfish' because I couldn't
remember having made his acquaintance.)
Hm... Yes, I think that ought to be a new subparagraph. The next
line pretty much starts with a new train of thought and I wanted to
split it anyway, in order to make it more readable. Do you see any
problem with that?
Thank you for your trust in the capabilities of my psychiatrist!
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
She is spinning the arrow
at the ruins of the inn right?
Erm, no... she doesn't get there until a few minutes later...
It seemed to me she as already at the ruins because she was worried.
Finding a place your little girl could be staying at in ruins can do
that to a mother!
Yeah, but the first thing she notices is the smell. She doesn't actually
have to go there, to know what's up. I'd make that clearer if I knew
how, but frankly I already have been struggling with that for ages.
Input welcome.
So there is a wind coming from the coast?
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
once been the inn. Even the roof with its massive support beams hadn't
lasted, being reduced to ashes as the rest of the house. The chimney
as had the rest of the house.
I don't think that's actually necessary. It's in the same state, so it
doesn't actually require a verbal form here, I think.
Using temperal logic I would say that being reduced to ashes is
something that had taken place in the past. And being ashes is how you
use it here :-)
'having been reduced to ashes as the rest of the house'?
How about 'reduced to ashes, just like the rest of the house'.
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
alone had survived the brunt of the fire, many of its stones cracked,
but still standing against the night sky like a finger raised in
warning.
By the looks of it, the rumours of bandits in the area where
true after all, and on top of that they had a mage among them; there
was no way that fire had been natural. In a way fire had a
no way that fire could have been natural.
Possibly.
Post by Neo
Short story. But good material, just like the rest :-)
<g>
More to follow. Hopefully. It particularly hard to write for Aleana. I
just couldn't get her two trains of though to join up properly. The only
one I never have problems writing for is Mynor...
She is nice, Aleana. Bet she was a lot like Laiva when she was her age.
You bet. And in a way she still is - runs in the family :-)
And as a bonus I give you...
12b
Later, I am listening to the radio atm (or rather was).

Neo
--
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
emmel
2008-09-06 17:51:08 UTC
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And when it was 2008-09-06, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-06, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-05, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...
The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
Are you sure this should be a new alinea? vvv
WTF are you talking about?
Subparagraph the babelfish tells me is the word I should have used.
Can I safely assume that you have finally gone completely crazy? Because
your sentences heroically fail to make any sense. Then again, maybe *I*
finally snapped?
Oh, wait a sec. You meant 'Are you sure this should be a new
subparagraph?', am I right? (Using quotes is helpful, you know. I had
extreme problems with 'subparagraph, the babelfish' because I couldn't
remember having made his acquaintance.)
Hm... Yes, I think that ought to be a new subparagraph. The next
line pretty much starts with a new train of thought and I wanted to
split it anyway, in order to make it more readable. Do you see any
problem with that?
Thank you for your trust in the capabilities of my psychiatrist!
Well, you are the one who doesn't trust shrinks. Besides, it really took
me several tries until I figured out what you meant. It looked an awful
lot like rubbish...
<veg, d&rlh>
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
She is spinning the arrow
at the ruins of the inn right?
Erm, no... she doesn't get there until a few minutes later...
It seemed to me she as already at the ruins because she was worried.
Finding a place your little girl could be staying at in ruins can do
that to a mother!
Yeah, but the first thing she notices is the smell. She doesn't actually
have to go there, to know what's up. I'd make that clearer if I knew
how, but frankly I already have been struggling with that for ages.
Input welcome.
So there is a wind coming from the coast?
Erm, probably from *some* coast... You know, the place is miles and
miles from the sea. Meaning 'in the middle of the damn continent'. Have
a look at the map, will you, it's mostly right.
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
once been the inn. Even the roof with its massive support beams hadn't
lasted, being reduced to ashes as the rest of the house. The chimney
as had the rest of the house.
I don't think that's actually necessary. It's in the same state, so it
doesn't actually require a verbal form here, I think.
Using temperal logic I would say that being reduced to ashes is
something that had taken place in the past. And being ashes is how you
use it here :-)
'having been reduced to ashes as the rest of the house'?
How about 'reduced to ashes, just like the rest of the house'.
Without the command and the 'just'?
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
alone had survived the brunt of the fire, many of its stones cracked,
but still standing against the night sky like a finger raised in
warning.
By the looks of it, the rumours of bandits in the area where
true after all, and on top of that they had a mage among them; there
was no way that fire had been natural. In a way fire had a
no way that fire could have been natural.
Possibly.
Post by Neo
Short story. But good material, just like the rest :-)
<g>
More to follow. Hopefully. It particularly hard to write for Aleana. I
just couldn't get her two trains of though to join up properly. The only
one I never have problems writing for is Mynor...
She is nice, Aleana. Bet she was a lot like Laiva when she was her age.
You bet. And in a way she still is - runs in the family :-)
And as a bonus I give you...
12b
Later, I am listening to the radio atm (or rather was).
Have fun.
--
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net>
(Don't forget to remove the ** bit)

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"A hundred dead are a tragedy - a hundred thousand are statistics."

"I guess you can call yourself lucky." -
"I could, but Linda suits me a little better... :)
Things called lucky tend to get hit by trucks."

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Neo
2008-09-06 17:58:52 UTC
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Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-06, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-06, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-05, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...
The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
Are you sure this should be a new alinea? vvv
WTF are you talking about?
Subparagraph the babelfish tells me is the word I should have used.
Can I safely assume that you have finally gone completely crazy? Because
your sentences heroically fail to make any sense. Then again, maybe *I*
finally snapped?
Oh, wait a sec. You meant 'Are you sure this should be a new
subparagraph?', am I right? (Using quotes is helpful, you know. I had
extreme problems with 'subparagraph, the babelfish' because I couldn't
remember having made his acquaintance.)
Hm... Yes, I think that ought to be a new subparagraph. The next
line pretty much starts with a new train of thought and I wanted to
split it anyway, in order to make it more readable. Do you see any
problem with that?
Thank you for your trust in the capabilities of my psychiatrist!
Well, you are the one who doesn't trust shrinks. Besides, it really took
me several tries until I figured out what you meant. It looked an awful
lot like rubbish...
<veg, d&rlh>
'Subparagraph', the babelfish tells me, is the word I should have used.

Neo
--
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
emmel
2008-09-06 21:14:23 UTC
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Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-06, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-06, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
And when it was 2008-09-05, illusion
Post by Neo
Post by emmel
Just to point out that I'm still around and things... This is the
beginning of instalment 12. Comments welcome...
The little arrow of pale blue light spun around its axis without being
able to decide on a bearing. Aleana visibly relaxed, the arrow fading
as her grip on the spell loosened. Laiva was alive, even when she
couldn't pinpoint her position. Deep down she knew she'd have known if
anything had happened to her little girl, but she had had to make
sure.
Are you sure this should be a new alinea? vvv
WTF are you talking about?
Subparagraph the babelfish tells me is the word I should have used.
Can I safely assume that you have finally gone completely crazy? Because
your sentences heroically fail to make any sense. Then again, maybe *I*
finally snapped?
Oh, wait a sec. You meant 'Are you sure this should be a new
subparagraph?', am I right? (Using quotes is helpful, you know. I had
extreme problems with 'subparagraph, the babelfish' because I couldn't
remember having made his acquaintance.)
Hm... Yes, I think that ought to be a new subparagraph. The next
line pretty much starts with a new train of thought and I wanted to
split it anyway, in order to make it more readable. Do you see any
problem with that?
Thank you for your trust in the capabilities of my psychiatrist!
Well, you are the one who doesn't trust shrinks. Besides, it really took
me several tries until I figured out what you meant. It looked an awful
lot like rubbish...
<veg, d&rlh>
'Subparagraph', the babelfish tells me, is the word I should have used.
See? Looks much better.
<bg>
--
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Neo
2008-09-12 14:30:04 UTC
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emmel wrote:
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Post by emmel
Mynor jerked his eyes open and lifted his head. He let his senses
wander, but there was nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard and
nothing to be smelled out of the usual, but the slightly oily quality
of the world around left no doubt - there was magic in the air, and
plenty at that.
He looked at the child curled up against his side, but Laiva
was fast sleep, her breath deep and steady. A bit too fast for her own
good, but she would learn. The important bit, however, was that she
hadn't been the caster.
Maybe she was dreamcasting? Ever seen the movie forbidden planet?
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0049223/

Neo
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emmel
2008-09-15 07:06:52 UTC
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And when it was 2008-09-12, illusion
Post by Neo
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Post by emmel
Mynor jerked his eyes open and lifted his head. He let his senses
wander, but there was nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard and
nothing to be smelled out of the usual, but the slightly oily quality
of the world around left no doubt - there was magic in the air, and
plenty at that.
He looked at the child curled up against his side, but Laiva
was fast sleep, her breath deep and steady. A bit too fast for her own
good, but she would learn. The important bit, however, was that she
hadn't been the caster.
Maybe she was dreamcasting? Ever seen the movie forbidden planet?
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0049223/
No, haven't seen it. The idea has crossed my mind, though, when writing
this. However, there are two reasons against her dreamcasting, though.
1) She wouldn't be able to muster that much magic in sleep and more
important 2) she is fast asleep, meaning in deep sleep and not in REM
which would be required for dreaming and in consequence dreamcasting.
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"God is playing creatures - and we're the norns."

"A hundred dead are a tragedy - a hundred thousand are statistics."

"I guess you can call yourself lucky." -
"I could, but Linda suits me a little better... :)
Things called lucky tend to get hit by trucks."

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Former owner of 1 (one) eating point (eaten, sigh).

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