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Azure’s Search for Normal People

Never content with just one world, Azure had long ago mastered the skill of landwalking. The first shifting had been awkward, her new-shaped limbs as useless as a baby fish tail, shuddering on reflex instead of control. But she had learned since. She had learned well. She taught the craft now to the other curious mermaids, how to control two narrower, more angular tails, how to balance upright on them, how to survive in thin non-supporting air instead of the stronger embrace of water. How to transmute sea shells and coral into human body ornaments and wrappings. It was perhaps the biggest challenge of them all, to learn which parts of the body should be wrapped in decor and which not, but after the initial mistakes and a lot of landwalker observation, Azure was now confident she had it right. If she could just find landwalkers with a normal skin colour instead of this one endless tribe of sand tones, she’d be happy.  But no matter how far she had searched she could find no blues and the sand-skins kept raising strange structures wherever she had visited and burning small fires in them.Read the restmermaidtransformation1bs


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The Other Side

Mirrors are doorways. We all know this, deep down. We know there’s something on the other side, watching back at us.  Is it a duplicate universe, an alternate, or completely different? Do its residents mirror us truly, or is it the separating surface that causes the reflection? If they could cross over — if we could cross over — would we meet in peace? Learn from each other, perhaps visit, explore, enjoy? Or are they just the flicker in the corner of our eye, the fear of looking in the mirror at night, the unnerving certainty that the image would move when we don’t, the sight of the first crack on the surface forming…  Mirrors are doorways. We all know this, deep down, and so do they. The gown by lassitude & ennui and the accessories by aisling are available in the current round of The Secret Affair. I have to add a little yey-note on there now being ‘xs busty’ sizes in lassitude & ennui’s mesh. The sizes that differ from the five standards is always a squee moment for me and worth a celebration.… Read the restsnowqueen1bs

Dropping the Masks

If we let our masks drop, Mr. K, and walk into the desert to watch the moons, to swim in the wine-filled canals, to speak to each other in soft melodies, would the fire flowers bloom for us again? If we abandoned the routines, the rituals, the appropriate behaviour, if all the masks of joviality, stern moments of disapproval, gold and silver and paint, if all of them dropped on the red Martian sand, would we be able to connect again? If we forgot assumptions and covers, if we opened our minds and bodies to touch once more, reached out toward each other and found ourselves in the telepathic sharing, would you hold me as tenderly as you do the ancient books that sing to you? If you did, I would not dream of strange metal crafts and white skinned men of Earth. If you did, the calling would be answered by someone else. If you did, our days would be a flight of flame birds across the sky: sparkling fireworks in the heavens. The second round of A Tattered Page has just started, and it’s focusing on The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury.… Read the restmrandmrsk1bs

The Call of Winter

She was once a daughter of summer, a child of growth and warmth. Beautiful like a sunny day she caught the eye of Winter, who seduced her to step into the silence, into the realm of ice and snow. There were attempts to save her, of course, but not before she had tasted the berries, red as the blood in her veins. Not before she had bound herself to the realm of her captor. Did she know what she was doing when she took a bite? Did she know she’d be forever trapped to travel between the seasons? Did the cold light of winter tempt her to stay willingly? She will never tell. Never tell how it was a relief to drop her garments and duties, the busy sounds of life, the diverse excitement of all things growing and needing her attention. Never tell how the strength of the blinding light called to her with its single-minded focus. Called to her until she happily lost sight of everything else and stepped forward to meet it, to embrace it, to be caught in its arms. Seduced. With the outfit name like Persephone I simply had to do a more season-focused twist on her story.… Read the restpersephone1cs

The White Lady of Warm Whispers

The eldest of the Dream Guardians is the one we meet the most and never remember. She’s the Hazebringer, the Mist-Dweller, the Feather Fall in the Fog. She sends out her summons every eve, the call for the exhausted to come and join her in rest, to whisper their burdens, their worries, their secrets to her. We have all been there, with the White Lady of Warm Whispers. Been there and told her everything. That is why we feel better when we wake up, why the weight has lifted off our shoulders, why things feel clearer for a moment. She knows us all, she knows our secrets and she keeps them within her chamber of falling feathers, soft mist and silent echoes of our own whispers. I created a sister-entity for the Blue Lady of Gentle Waves to tie my characters better together, just to shape a more comprehensive lore of ideas and concepts. As for what the White Lady is wearing, a few notes: Senzafine’s Celestine gown is available in The Fantasy Collective and the shoes by lassitude & ennui in Geeks’N’Nerds.… Read the restwhispers1bs

Occasional Orpheus

The scythe was absolutely useless against mushrooms, they either regenerated stronger than my dots, or if killed with dd, exploded in dots of their own. I checked out the frost focus in case I could freeze the lava to cross over to the channeling spot, but nope. Lava stayed lava and my gear was getting rather broken from all the deaths it and the mushrooms caused. I had to switch to my Uber Elemental Garb of Fireproofness and Stompy Boots of Kindling out of desperation. So then I re-read the quest prompt, the whole poem about nature’s lullabies, and it hit me: the harp! All those hours multi-classing to bard finally paid off, the mushrooms changed colour and after the patch 5.3 I don’t look like I’m trying to bash someone’s head in with the harp when playing, which is a bonus. Hopping up the lowered mushrooms finally got me to the achievement channel spot: months of pre-quests and grinding coming to culmination in this single two-second animation.Read the restepicloot1cs

They Wait

They wait. Between the worlds, in the space of silently slithering thoughts and ancient memories they bide their time. Their time never runs out, nor their patience. The realms shift, aeons pass, shadows slide in like the tide. They embrace the oldest of mysteries, the best-kept secrets: embrace and absorb before they retreat. The shadows breathe the secrets into the night air, into flickers at the corner of your eye, into the certainty of someone watching. They dance with every dark story you’ve ever heard, whisper so low that your ears cannot hear, so low that you feel it at the base of your spine: it is all true. They wait. The worlds turn, years vanish like blinks of an ancient eye. Enticed imaginations reach for them, feel them, fear them: feed them.   Every primal fear of the dark, every gasp of a frozen prey, every moment of fierce denial of the truth we feel curling around our throats like the slow dance of the python, every held breath of the child within hiding in a corner knows the truth older than our small world: it is true.Read the resttheywait1bs

Sparkle

Protect your spark, cherish it, nourish it. For all its strength it is frail and easily extinguished. It is not the organ pumping blood within your body, it is not the grey matter calculating along the list of to-dos, it is the inviting dance of the muse, the divine inspiration, the delight in creation, in life.  Defend it against the onslaught of musts, of urgent distractions, of practicalities and pragmatic thoughts. Give it time, give it space, give it peace and then simply breathe. Light the spark, feed it with indulgent care and joy, let it show you new sights with its radiance. Existing is never the same as living, cold halogens never the same as a warm flame. We know this and yet we try to make do, afraid to search for the source of light, telling ourselves that things are more efficient without having to tend to that flickering spark, ignoring that without it we are not really happy, not really complete. For perhaps we are the sparks of the universe that keeps on breathing to feed us, to see us blaze bright and brave.Read the restsunspark1ds

The Glyph of the Bun

“I greet you, bunlings, and wish you warm eve. What has brought you out of the forest in such numbers, what might be so important that you ventured forth all the way to the Pool Between Worlds?” 
“We want to write things!”
“Yey things!”
“Many yey things!”
“To make surprises!”
“We can’t be cheerful in human sounds, strange loud human sounds.”
“But we want to yey. Happy yeys!”
“To be helpful.”
“And then we hop out of the surprise box and waaaaave flags. Yey-flags!”
“That is certainly a noble goal and nice of you, brave bunlings. To mark down human sounds you need some ink and paper, like so… and a brush to hold with paws, possibly mouth, maybe if you tilt your head… yes. I must say that is a remarkably well done pictogram, very clear in meaning, but perhaps also these signs… they are called letters. Add them for emphasis, hm?”
“‘s a bun glyph!Read the restbunglyphs1cs

Dive Deeper

Dive deeper. It’s summer, it’s time to swim and play. Time to explore for the sake of exploration, to see new sights, try out new things, view visions never encountered before.  Who says the water isn’t warm enough yet? The sunlight reaches all the way down during the summer nights and where it doesn’t reach, the magic of underwater growth lights the way. Perhaps if you’re lucky enough in your watery visits you might pique an interest of someone ascending to visit you in return. Curiosity is a remarkable trait, goes both ways. In the depths all the secrets are yours to find, all the mysteries within your reach. Dive deeper. It’s summer and anything can happen. Just because I’ve wanted to make a mermaid post the whole spring and never had the time for it: now I did. Besides, frolicking in water is an inseparable part of summer. The only event item in the post is the hair & headdress of the first mermaid, they’re by ~Tableau Vivant~ and available in The Arcade.… Read the restmermaidseaglass1ds

Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny

“Do try these eggs,” the nixie boy said. “They’re from creatures that live only here in the Blackwater Glenn. The snail is especially tasty.” “…things look swirly,” the rainbow fairy exhaled after having a nibble. “‘n funny coloured. Oh look, there’s glowing spirals dancing in the air!” “Just you wait… a few moments more and things are even brighter,” the nixie boy smirked. The helper hare raised his lantern in acknowledgment and agreement. And then… and then everything went really swirly and colourful and strange. Blackwater Glenn had a new mushroom growing within it. Take heed when traveling in the Glenn, don’t touch glowing mushrooms and never, ever eat snacks offered by tricksy nixies! There’s only few more days to go of this year’s Fantasy Faire, so I decided to do one of the challenges. Slightly embarrassing if I wouldn’t, since I set them all.… Read the restglowyshrooms3bs

Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny

“Do try these eggs,” the nixie boy said. “They’re from creatures that live only here in the Blackwater Glenn. The snail is especially tasty.” “…things look swirly,” the rainbow fairy exhaled after having a nibble. “‘n funny coloured. Oh look, there’s glowing spirals dancing in the air!” “Just you wait… a few moments more and things are even brighter,” the nixie boy smirked. The helper hare raised his lantern in acknowledgment and agreement. And then… and then everything went really swirly and colourful and strange. Blackwater Glenn had a new mushroom growing within it. Take heed when traveling in the Glenn, don’t touch glowing mushrooms and never, ever eat snacks offered by tricksy nixies! There’s only few more days to go of this year’s Fantasy Faire, so I decided to do one of the challenges. Slightly embarrassing if I wouldn’t, since I set them all.… Read the restglowyshrooms3bs

Black Trees, Red Skies

The black trees of Mourningvale Thicket tell a dire story of death and decay, the whole forest is dark and mostly lifeless, only the occasional red splatter of life in the trees or flowers drawing in the eye of the wanderer. They say the trees drink in the blood of the unwary traveler, they say the blood red skies are visible only to those with eyes to see such, to see the vision, to see the truth beyond the darkness. And yet there is life, hopefully clinging to rocks, entwining with the black trunks, trees themselves drawing in what sustenance they can, fighting on despite the conjured darkness. Conjured, for such darkness is not natural, such complete withering not a part of the Circle. Someone or something is responsible for it and that something might still be present in the Thicket. Unless of course looks deceive and what might seem as a conjuring might in fact be a cure. Sometimes it takes dark measures to battle the darkness, harsh energies to bring light to the dark red skies, destruction to clear the disease.Read the restredandblue1bs

Black Trees, Red Skies

The black trees of Mourningvale Thicket tell a dire story of death and decay, the whole forest is dark and mostly lifeless, only the occasional red splatter of life in the trees or flowers drawing in the eye of the wanderer. They say the trees drink in the blood of the unwary traveler, they say the blood red skies are visible only to those with eyes to see such, to see the vision, to see the truth beyond the darkness. And yet there is life, hopefully clinging to rocks, entwining with the black trunks, trees themselves drawing in what sustenance they can, fighting on despite the conjured darkness. Conjured, for such darkness is not natural, such complete withering not a part of the Circle. Someone or something is responsible for it and that something might still be present in the Thicket. Unless of course looks deceive and what might seem as a conjuring might in fact be a cure. Sometimes it takes dark measures to battle the darkness, harsh energies to bring light to the dark red skies, destruction to clear the disease.Read the restredandblue1bs

Sanctum Stone

They are all made of it, the angels. Sanctum stone, the same material as the cathedral they inhabit. They pose, adorn, guard, declare, point, celebrate. They are everywhere. You may find them in the strangest of places, like the sculptor wanted to breathe life into stone, give them a will of their own. They might be guiding your way toward the heavens or found looking away to make a point. The more you begin to notice them, the more you will start seeing them everywhere. In the corner of your eye, frozen in positions of movement, in the oddest little places, window framings, between the buildings, in the doorways. Behind you.  They are made of Sanctum stone and they are everywhere. Especially where you don’t look. I could not resist and I know I’m not the only one. You can join the increasing army of statues in Sanctum at Fantasy Faire. The skin, eyes and dress from Fallen Gods Inc. to truly match the cathedral are enhanced by the wings and hair from MacMoragh and Muse, both shops of course in Sanctum.… Read the reststone3bs

Sanctum Stone

They are all made of it, the angels. Sanctum stone, the same material as the cathedral they inhabit. They pose, adorn, guard, declare, point, celebrate. They are everywhere. You may find them in the strangest of places, like the sculptor wanted to breathe life into stone, give them a will of their own. They might be guiding your way toward the heavens or found looking away to make a point. The more you begin to notice them, the more you will start seeing them everywhere. In the corner of your eye, frozen in positions of movement, in the oddest little places, window framings, between the buildings, in the doorways. Behind you.  They are made of Sanctum stone and they are everywhere. Especially where you don’t look. I could not resist and I know I’m not the only one. You can join the increasing army of statues in Sanctum at Fantasy Faire. The skin, eyes and dress from Fallen Gods Inc. to truly match the cathedral are enhanced by the wings and hair from MacMoragh and Muse, both shops of course in Sanctum.… Read the reststone3bs

The Return of the Faire

“Greetings, mortal. It is time. It has taken us more than twelve cycles of your moon to return, but the Fairelands are finally back in your realm.” “The journey back to this plane is always perilous; fraught with chaotic magic and unseen dangers, tests of nature and strength. Tests of perseverance and faith.”  “Sometimes we lose things on the way: treasures, people, even whole lands. The re-formation takes its toll, all of the magic channeled into new shapes, every land taking on a new visage.”  “When we make it, when the lands rise anew like the phoenix, when the portals finally open for us to meet again: it has all been worth it. For we are the Faire Folk, and we have returned.” Fantasy Faire has just opened its portals into the Fairelands! Prepare to move in for eleven days of roleplay, shopping, entertainment and absolute astonishment at the beauty of the lands. The hair by Analog Dog, the outfit by The Muses, the shoes by De La Soul and the crown and collar by .… Read the restpaiva2cs

The Return of the Faire

“Greetings, mortal. It is time. It has taken us more than twelve cycles of your moon to return, but the Fairelands are finally back in your realm.” “The journey back to this plane is always perilous; fraught with chaotic magic and unseen dangers, tests of nature and strength. Tests of perseverance and faith.”  “Sometimes we lose things on the way: treasures, people, even whole lands. The re-formation takes its toll, all of the magic channeled into new shapes, every land taking on a new visage.”  “When we make it, when the lands rise anew like the phoenix, when the portals finally open for us to meet again: it has all been worth it. For we are the Faire Folk, and we have returned.” Fantasy Faire has just opened its portals into the Fairelands! Prepare to move in for eleven days of roleplay, shopping, entertainment and absolute astonishment at the beauty of the lands. The hair by Analog Dog, the outfit by The Muses, the shoes by De La Soul and the crown and collar by .… Read the restpaiva2cs

The Forest Spirit

Can you see them? Dancing just at the edges of your vision, flickering within the embrace of the trees.  Not everyone can. Not even all of the druids. It takes a special attitude, special attuning to the forest before your eyes open. But when you do, when your mind is finally relaxed enough, accepting enough, they are everywhere. Joyous, carefree, soothing. Even curious. From that moment on you will never leave the trees, no matter how far you might travel. The spirit will always be there, at the edge of your vision. Dancing. The gown by Evie’s Closet, headdress by Alchemy and jewelry by .Eldritch. are all discounted at the moment in We Love Role-play. The skin by Jalwa and the makeup by +Nuuna+ are both from Skin Fair, which opens on March 14th. The hair by Exile can be won from The Arcade. Scene: Athan Body: Skin: Jalwa – Meenakshi Salt Black Brow* | Hair: Exile – Rain 14 Wild Fusion | Eyes: IKON – Spectral Eyes Leonine | Lashes: Redgrave – 39 – Luscious | Face Tattoo: +Nuuna+ Fen Green | Hands: Slink | Nails: Beautiful Freak – Galaxy* Outfit: Gown: Evie’s Closet – Nimue Gown Illusion | Headdress: Alchemy – Druid Headdress | Jewelry: .Eldritch.Read the restforestspirit1cs

The Tower

Sometimes it’s all about security, of strong walls and gates, of narrow staircases leading higher, easily defensible positions. Sometimes it’s about the vantage point, of being able to see further than others, to have the whole picture in one glance, to enjoy the vision. Sometimes it is a test, of having the perseverance to climb all the way to the top, to reach the treasure. We all know instinctively that only the most cherished things are kept there, protected by the whole of the tower. The one thing we often forget is that sometimes the towers are not places to escape from or to break into. Sometimes they are the foundation of our strength, enhancing our ability to see far and true, keep unwanted matters away from us. Princesses might be locked in towers, but queens stroll as they please up and down because they know better.  The gown set by Senzafine (the dress and the overcoat are two separate pieces) and the jewelry by .:ellabella:. are available in the current round of We Love Role-play.… Read the restqueen2cs