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AISLING
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
Helovia was a wonderful place, Aisling had decided, even if the summer sun was a bit strong. Her latest adventure on the enormous ship built by a GOD had been another to add to her collection of tales she might one day put into song. Though she looked forward to traveling Helovia with Finn and Kvothe, both seemed to have other business just now so Aisling had contented herself with exploring on daytrips. She called no place ‘home’, per say, but the Secret Grove seemed to have become her base of operations for the time being. And why shouldn’t it? IT was by far the most beautiful place she’d seen, so soft and romantic, the trees and pond offered a break from the unusually warm weather, and her Troupe would know to find her here when they next convened.
She stood contentedly in the shallows to one side of the pond, letting the cool water play about her hooves and she gazed off into the middle-distance, lulled into waking dreams by the soft swish of whispering willows. In the shady grove, the young princess of the faeries waited for the handsome mortal. Here is where they had first met and so it was here they had planned to meet in secret to run away together. It had been love at first sight… The faerie had emerged from the water in laughter only to find she was no longer alone in the willow-grove. The fair-haired wanderer had stopped to rest at the water’s edge and had been just as surprised to find himself with company. When their eyes had met…
SPLASH!
The sound of the body hitting the water was enough to pull the little mare from her daydreams. Her smokey eyes focused just in time to see the speckled pegasus sink beneath the surface, leaving only wide ripples in her wake.
“Faith and Beggorah!” came her startled cry, heavily accented with the lilt of her homeland. Short legs picked themselves up to splash as quickly as they could around the edge of the water. When she was as close as she could get that way to where the creature had disappeared under the water, Aisling plunged in till the water was up just past her belly. She waited anxiously, face stricken, for the pegasus to reappear but for what seemed like an eternity, saw only bubbles rise from the ponds center.
Though it hadn’t been nearly long enough, the excitable little mare began to despair of the tragedy she was surely witnessing. She’s drowned! Fallen from the sky to a watery grave! Before she could let out a sob however, a head broke the water and Aisling recognized the masked mare she had seen with Kvothe near this very spot. She let out a gentle sigh of relief when it was clear the swimmer was laughing and not screaming for rescue.
“Are you alright there?” she called out, just to be sure she could not be of assistance. She wasn’t sure exactly what help she could offer. She was a strong enough swimmer on her own, but she’d be no use for hauling anyone else out of the water. Still, helpful is and helpful does!
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Actions in the living world.
Daydreams and foolish fantasies.
“Words spoken aloud.”
She stood contentedly in the shallows to one side of the pond, letting the cool water play about her hooves and she gazed off into the middle-distance, lulled into waking dreams by the soft swish of whispering willows. In the shady grove, the young princess of the faeries waited for the handsome mortal. Here is where they had first met and so it was here they had planned to meet in secret to run away together. It had been love at first sight… The faerie had emerged from the water in laughter only to find she was no longer alone in the willow-grove. The fair-haired wanderer had stopped to rest at the water’s edge and had been just as surprised to find himself with company. When their eyes had met…
SPLASH!
The sound of the body hitting the water was enough to pull the little mare from her daydreams. Her smokey eyes focused just in time to see the speckled pegasus sink beneath the surface, leaving only wide ripples in her wake.
“Faith and Beggorah!” came her startled cry, heavily accented with the lilt of her homeland. Short legs picked themselves up to splash as quickly as they could around the edge of the water. When she was as close as she could get that way to where the creature had disappeared under the water, Aisling plunged in till the water was up just past her belly. She waited anxiously, face stricken, for the pegasus to reappear but for what seemed like an eternity, saw only bubbles rise from the ponds center.
Though it hadn’t been nearly long enough, the excitable little mare began to despair of the tragedy she was surely witnessing. She’s drowned! Fallen from the sky to a watery grave! Before she could let out a sob however, a head broke the water and Aisling recognized the masked mare she had seen with Kvothe near this very spot. She let out a gentle sigh of relief when it was clear the swimmer was laughing and not screaming for rescue.
“Are you alright there?” she called out, just to be sure she could not be of assistance. She wasn’t sure exactly what help she could offer. She was a strong enough swimmer on her own, but she’d be no use for hauling anyone else out of the water. Still, helpful is and helpful does!
Actions in the living world.
Daydreams and foolish fantasies.
“Words spoken aloud.”
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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