Well... I haven't been up to too much... other than realizing that I am really good at losing things (I lost some books in my desk!)... reading the Inverloch comic... (just beware, the language is questionable, and also a lot of magic is dealt with)... talking to friends online... seeing who could swing back and forth the most times holding yourselves up with your arms (I, er, lost my balance and fell off once... *cough*)

And writing more fantasy story.  So here's some for you... (the first part was posted here)

“J’Dak,” called the voice.  Now he was alarmed.  He did not want to be found yet.  Still curious, J’Dak peered out from behind the shimmering leaves.  “Oh, J’Dak!”  The voice was full of pain.  “Jor’Dak!  Oh… manen elye etevanne norie i melanelye?”   It was an elvenmaid’s voice, and she began to sing.  Her song wa not joyful, but mourning.  The intensity of her grief hit J’Dak.  It so surprised him that he let go of the branch and tumbled out of the tree.  The elf sitting on the coppery-orange dragon looked at him, unbelievingly.  She was Aze.  Older now, but J’Dak was sure of it.  Her blue eyes were wide, her coppery brown hair almost obscured her face.  Shock flowed over her face, and Aze shook her head.  J’Dak closed his eyes in pain.  She did not remember him.  A tear slid down his face.

A sudden impact jolted him as Aze leaped off of her dragon and landed on top of him, knocking him to the ground.  “JOR’DAK!”  He knew. 

“Aze-Silme, Orestel,” he said.  It was her true name, not her everyday one.  Aze smiled through her tears.  Any doubts they had about each other’s identity and reality were gone. 

She yanked him onto Copper.  K’el soared beside them.  They exchanged a few stories from the last few years, and laughed what they had just done, both thinking that the other had forgotten them.  Suddenly Aze brought Copper to a swooping halt, and led an astonished J’Dak into a small grove of trees.  “Wait here,” she told him, running off.  In a few minutes, she returned with J’Dak’s oldest brother, J’Sűl.  J’Dak jumped onto his brother, as Aze had jumped on him.  “J’Sűl!  Mae govannen!”

J’Dak’s stomach growled as they walked to mount their dragons.  Aze half groaned and half laughed.  “J’Dak,” she scolded.  “Since when are you afraid to say that you’re hungry?”   He shrugged sheepishly.  An hour later, no one was afraid that he would starve– because he had eaten more meat, drank more half-wine, than even J’Sűl.

Everyone was glad to see him.  Everyone, that is, except for Monrag.  Monrag, the half-elven.  Some said that he was half-orc.   

On the way out from the Gathering Grove, J’Sűl felt a tug on his arm and saw J’Dak stumble and fall.  He looked at his younger brother, alarmed.  Aze shouted and all the fires went out.

By the time Vearew managed to get another fire started, Lemi had somehow gotten herself lost.  In the excitement of searching for her, only J’Sűl and Aze were left with J’Dak.  His arm was bleeding. 

J’Sűl was not easily angered but he was furious now.  “Where is MONRAG?” he demanded, spitting out the name.  Aze was frightened.  She did not know why he was so enraged with Monrag.  “I don’t know.  Please, calm down.  We need to take care of J’Dak.”  J’Sűl’s attention returned to the situation at hand. 

Ebey ran over to them.  “J’Dak?  J’Sűl?  What in Lothlorion happened to him?”  Kalim, their youngest brother was on Ebey’s heels.  He looked frightened. 

“Did you find Lemi?”  asked Aze.  Kalim nodded, still staring at J’Dak. 

“Good,” said Aze.  “Now run like the wind and go find Ciana for me.  We need her.  NOW!” she added when Kalim didn’t move.  He took off, hair flying back in his own wind.

Ciana was there in almost no time, being pulled along by Kalim and Nic-Kutlin.  She dropped to her knees beside J’Dak.  “I don’t know why you were so worried,” she said coolly.  “It’s only a small cut.  He’s just tired.”  She stood back up, the pine-needles crushed beneath her feet giving forth a fragrent scent.  “Nic,” said Ciana, “what is that on… oh never mind.”  She stepped carefully over a thorny plant and took a closer look at a branch of the nearby tree. 

“See?” she said, snapping it off and holding it up to J’Sűl and Aze.  “He scraped his arm on this.  That’s all.”

More gently, she looked at J’Dak again.  “He’s very exhausted,” said Ciana softly.  “Let’s take him home and he can get some real rest.”

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Life was not all so tense, or so memorable.  That summer was wonderful.  Flying was wonderful.  Aze had tried to put it in to words once. “It’s… well… it’s flying!” she said, and laughed at her own poor description.  The days slipped past, nothing distinguishing them much in memories, but together they consisted a happy, safe time.

The dragons were fun.  Aze flew that summer with J’Sűl and Ganeve.  She watched as Lemi’s small, yellow dragon named Quessi broke through her shell and took her first, uncertain steps.  Narië and Aze and Ciana worked together to help Narië’s purple dragon, Irene, heal from a broken wing-rib.  (Monrag had an accident in Irene’s cave.  What he was doing in there was anyone’s guess.)  They laughed at Asora’s goofy tricks. 

But flying with Kalim and Ril seemed the best, or with J’Dak and K’el.  They were so much alike; brother-elves, brother-dragons.  Aze’s dragon Copper didn’t really care who they flew with.  She just wanted to fly! 

Aze was Lemi and Narië’s a storyteller, too.  Occasionally even Kalim would listen to her stories.  But she had somehow gained the love of Narië and Lemi.  They thought that she was an extra sister.  She did live with them a lot, so it must have seemed that way to them.  Her own foster-parents had been killed in the wars which came shortly after she was born. 

Ebey and J’Sűl were both busy, they were both growing up far more than she could comprehend then, but they somehow all found time to talk… occasionally at the expense of their chores. 

G'night y'all... have a good day at church tomorrow. 

or wallop them with a 2x4… whatever.  Yeah.  I had to write a “poem” in code – not that there was anything particularly poetic about it – as part of my assignment on The Nine Tailors. 

So… here you go.

Nine nearly new Roman guards were verily very incredibly ignorant – minus the ones, second two, and plus a four at the beginning of two.

They’d frolic around,

not assisting Jack Commoner

in faultily affirming unglorious iridescence

immediately standing upon swirly walls,

unloading paeans,

eating.

Fie at downward…

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Yes, I know, it doesn't really make sense.  Oh well.

And I have a new blogpoll up.

By the way, if any of you unravel the code, I shall be quite impressed.  I don't know what I'll do, but I'll definitely be impressed.  ^_^

So figure it out.

There. 

I really want to incorporate that code into my Peter Brandt story.  Just I have to figure out what the mysterious mystery which Peter has to solve is, anyway. 

*sighs*

Oh yeah, we were at our State Rep's pig roast tonight (and for the first time EVER, we had beautiful weather... anyway, Antion's parents were there.  His dad seems to find my love for Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy pretty amusing.  He has my sympathies, because it doesn't seem to fit at all with the side of my character that most people see!  And his mom was teasing me about our "intellectual" emails... yeah... some of them get pretty deep.  *coughs*  Some of them ARE intellectual, but some of them... 

well, let's put it this way.  I sent him (last year around Christmas) the O Holy Night... and he played it over... and over... and over.

Surprising that they still all speak to me. 

Goodnight!

I read a Star Wars book today by Jude Watson (you can tell it's summer when I have time to read stuff like that!)  It was pretty good.  I've read a lot of her stuff.  She has a series for before Episode I, about when Obi-Wan was Qui-Gon's apprentice, and I really enjoyed those books.  Then there is a series for in between Episodes I & II, and I think they're rotten.  She seemed to really mess up Anakin's character, I'm not quite sure how, but... ugh.  The one I read today is between Episodes III & IV, so we're back to Obi-Wan, and it seemed more in the genre of the earliest series.

*cough*

And I thought I was no longer obsessed with Star Wars... well, I'm really not.  The thing is, I was for about a year, and you can pick up a lot of knowledge in a year!

All that to say... what you get today is a portion of a story I wrote (I don't remember exactly when) about Star Wars. 

vvvvvvv

 
If you lose a contact lens during a chemical attack, do not stop to look for it.

This is, obviously, a story.  One which I began writing some time ago.  ^_^  *grins self-consciously*  Er... yeah.  I wanted to write a mystery... and... um... well, maybe if I'm still feeling too lazy to write an actual post, I'll put some of the alternate versions of this story.  *evil grin*

A Peter Brandt Mystery

The general words which came to mind when describing Peter Brandt were (from younger kids) – fun, funny, and crazy.  Kids his own age usually said:  “Peter??  Oh, I think I know him… he’s not quite all there, is he.”  It was stated as a fact, not a question.

The adults’ opinions were rather different.  “Polite.  Quiet,” said one. 

One man said, “Incredibly intelligent.”

He was the closest to the truth.

Peter, the boy who couldn’t remember the word for “heaven” in Spanish, was perfectly fluent in 14 languages.

His friends had never guessed this.

And they had never, ever dreamed that he was a secret agent.

Nonetheless, he was.

Peter flopped back on his bed, reviewing the day’s events in his head. 

They had collided next to the salad bar.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m an awful klutz,” she laughed.

He had nodded, and then grinned.  “It would probably help if I was looking where I was going.  Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.  Lovely,” she said.

That was their complete encounter, much to the dismay of the older ladies who had been staring at this budding romance unabashedly.

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Well...  there you have it.  Nothing wonderful, but a piece of my mind.  Actually, Peter Brandt is an interesting character.  I need to think more about him.  *thinks about Peter Brandt*  He has a lot of potential. 

*cough*

In other news about me (stolen expression) I am looking something like this. 

My brother Hyarion's comment?  "Is your face gonna be square forever?"

I would most certainly hope not. 

*glares at brother*  Has he ever heard of tact?  Apparently NOT.

Also, I'm working on a new slide show, for when we get closer to the election season. 

Well, I shall go back off to do that. 

Bye!

Oh yeah... in case you think that I am random...

http://www.freewebs.com/rubyofrivendell/randomness.htm