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Post by Elarinya on May 23, 2007 22:50:20 GMT -5
*Xylia smiled.* I won't tell a soul, I promise. I'm too shy to anyway. *She smiled as she imagined the fox tending a garden.* It's good to know she has a soft spot for things that grow. I don't deem it as a weakness at all. In fact, I see it as a strength. Not many can tend a garden with such tender and care as others, I certainly can't.
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Post by Whistler Mysria&Whisper Redali on May 25, 2007 13:19:53 GMT -5
It's hard for her to keep it a secret, even though it's a secret that is silly.That's why she comes here.It's a place where someone can be without being noticed.I stay in the garden with her so that if anyone sees us she can say i dragged her along with her.She atkes such good care of plants.She's always worried I'll kill her flowers, ever since I accidentally did.**Whisper smiles at the lake.She likes watching the fish flit around in the cool water.**
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Post by Artystalake&Stari on May 25, 2007 13:33:27 GMT -5
* Stari walks around and comes upon this great place and says *Hi ! * To this group of 3 . * sorry if i interuppted you. I'll go if i inturrupted you guys.
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Post by Elarinya on May 27, 2007 16:28:20 GMT -5
*Xylia backed off a little at the sight of Stari. She stood up prepared to go. She pulled her cloak hood overtop of her head. She didn't know this fox and she was a little scared.* Excuse me... *She muttered as she walked away.*
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Post by Whistler Mysria&Whisper Redali on May 29, 2007 22:48:01 GMT -5
Xylia!Wait!**Whisper gets up and runs after her.**That's just Stari.She isn't very...how should i put it...Well, she is nice.She day dreams a lot though.We go back a while.Why don't you talk to her?I'm sure you can find something in common.**Whisper smiles, wanting Xylia to get to know more people.She had been this shy before, now look how she could act.Sometimes even she had a hard time believing she was shy.**
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Post by Elarinya on Jun 1, 2007 20:52:59 GMT -5
*Xylia looked up and did a half-hearted smile trying to be brave. She walked slowly toward the group and put her cloak hood down again. She ventured a little closer to the two friends.* Hello *She said softly, looking down so that her eyes were covered once again.*
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Post by Whistler Mysria&Whisper Redali on Jun 6, 2007 19:44:20 GMT -5
This is Xylia.Xylia, this is Stari, my second in command.Uh...**Glances over at Whistler who has turned her glare to the smal group.**Excuse me a moment.**Whistler walks over to The glaring fox, wondering whats wrong.**Why are you being so grumpy today? Why do you think?Everyone is ignoring me! Well your not exactly being the kind queen, now are you?**Whisper rolls her eyes when Whistler merely grunts.
OOC:Stari is my Second in command, right?
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Post by Elarinya on Jun 9, 2007 13:02:58 GMT -5
*Xylia curtisies to the fox.* How do you do? *She doesn't take her eyes off the ground. She says to Whistler.* I'm sorry if I seem to be ignoring you...*She trailed off as she looks at Whistler. Was the fox angry at her?*
OOC: Yes she is your Second in Command
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Post by Whistler Mysria&Whisper Redali on Jun 12, 2007 13:26:33 GMT -5
OOC:I was wondering because it didn't say she was yet...but now it does.
BIC: **Whisper smiles and walks off.The fox had always looked at things differently.No wonder she always thought everyone in the world was ignoring her.**I'm glad to see you are getting along together.I hope you'll be close friends.You can never have too many friends, you know. **Whistler stares at the lake.Ignoring everyone and everything.She sees another flash of movement in the water.She slides a long dagger out of her pocket and holds it, posed to spear the next thing that moves.Flash!Her dagger shot out, catching the fish on it's tail and the fish swims off, a little crooked, but more or less fine.**
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Post by Elarinya on Jun 13, 2007 16:02:22 GMT -5
*Xylia looked curiously at Whistler.* Why did you do that? *She gazed down at the fish.* This lake is magical is it not? Wouldn't that make the fish you just stabbed magical too? *She peered down at the fish. It looked ordinary, but Xylia knew that looks could be deceiving.*
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Post by Whistler Mysria&Whisper Redali on Jun 21, 2007 0:30:38 GMT -5
It was just a stupid fish.I don't believe in all that magical lake nonsense. Whistler! What?You believe in all that nonsense?I wouldn't if I were you.It's all stories. I wouldn't say that if I were you.**The musical voice had a sense of dreading in it, and Whistler began to regret saying all those things.The fox turned and saw a pale gold squirrel wearing silver and gold embroidered robes and a crown of ivy and roses.A sense of dreading filled her as she realised that a sense of magic hung in the air around the strange visitor and winged creatures about the size of two paws flew around her, trailing sparkles.Maybe she wasn't a visitor after all.** Oh, Whistler.**Whisper's voice was filled with sympathy and she gave a sigh of regret.**What have you done? **What have I done?The question was simple, yet as hard as she thought, she couldn't find an easy and immediate way out of the problem caused by her own actions.**
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Post by Elarinya on Jun 21, 2007 13:46:36 GMT -5
*Xylia gasped. That squirrel was beautiful! Xylia forgets her shyness and steps towards the lake and towards the squirrel.* What... Who are you? *Xylia was bewildered. She had heard that the lake was magical looking, but she didn't think it was like that. The squirrel was more beautiful that any creature she had ever seen. Was she angry.* Did Whistler hurt you? Are you OK? *Xylia's eyes were wide with concern. Was that squirrel actually the fish that Whistler had stabbed?*
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Post by Whistler Mysria&Whisper Redali on Jun 26, 2007 13:50:29 GMT -5
I am the guardian of the lake.I am here to protect all the magic it holds.I ha appeared to you because one of you has hurt an animal of the water with no thought of sympathy for it and with all their anger behind the stab.The poor creature was barely saved by it's quickness.I was not hurt physically, but I was in a way that is not physical and not mental.**The beautiful squirrel looks kindly at Xylia, her eyes softened with kindness for the mouse who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.**I don't like to do this anymore than you would, but i'm afraid one of you must give the lake something that it doesn't have already.Something special.**The squirrel looks directly at Whistler and motions with her hands a misty wall forms around the lake at the edges of the trees.**I'm afraid that I can't let you go until that something has been given. **Whistler stares at the squirrel.Everything seems miles away except for her, the squirrel, and the little creatures she now understood were the fairies of the lake.Everything she had ever been told about the creatures now came back to her, her grandma, a squirrel she once met who had come from the north lands, her little cousin one day at the hollow log, they all came back, their voices like mist...They like to confuse others into thinking they are the animal they are looking for, then disappearing at the last moment, it happened ta me once when i was your age.I was out by the lake when I saw the prettiest bug that was red with black polka dots.I went over to it and just as my paws were about to close in on it it dissappeared, snap!.... I hear the li'l wee fairy folk like te go swimmin' in the lake like li'l fish.Then dissapear to confuse the ole fisher folk, they like te confuse the wee li'l tikes that go just over where their suppoused te be.... Whistler!Whistler!I saw a fairy!Honest I did!It was fluttering behind me when I was looking into the lake!then a pretty squirrel came up and the fairy went to her, but when I turned around they weren't there!I am not lying!I saw them with my own eyes!...** So your little cousin saw me?I think I remember her.She was so surprised when she couldn't see us behind her.We weren't even behind her.Were we?The kind hearted can see us in the lake when they are very small.I believe you saw me too.Too bad.It seems like that heart failed you.**The squirrel lifts a small fairy from off her shoulder.As she is lifted off, Whistler hears a gasp of surprise from Whisper, for the fairy is flickering in and out of the form of a fish with a slightly torn tail.**
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Post by Elarinya on Jun 26, 2007 15:05:20 GMT -5
*Xylia looked at the Guardian with wide eyes.* But I don't have anything except... *Xylia's voice faltered. She took a broach out of the pocket of her dress. This broach was the last reminder of her mother. It was a silver leaf with an amethyst flower in the center. She looked at it once more. It gleamed in the sunlight. What would her mother want her to do? Xylia sighed. Whisper had been the only beast to reach out to her. She knew what she had to do. With a single tear rolling down her cheek she knelt down and lay her broach at the squirrel's feet.* This is all I have that would add to this lake. The last reminder of the precious little good that was in my past.
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Post by Whistler Mysria&Whisper Redali on Jul 15, 2007 14:30:03 GMT -5
No!**Whistler's shout seemed to be able to cut through the the land and every creature present looked toward her directly with surprise.**I won't let you do that!Xylia, it was me that got us all into this.I should pay, and I think I have just the thing.**The fox reached for the clasp on her cloak and took it off carefully.She carefully put her paws around a small seam in the metal and pulled.It opened like a locket and Whistler carefully lifted out a small vial, barely bigger than her claw, fairy sized.She pulled out the tiny stopper and went over to the dying fairy.she dipped her claw into the liquid and put out her paw.A single drop fell onto the Fairy-fish's lips and she instictively licked it up.Almost imediatly, she stopped flickering and was a fairy.Then her skin started to seem less sickly.In a minute, she was sitting up.The small fairy took off and fleww over the lake, laughing.** You have done well.I'm glad I didn't underestimate you by hidding that vial where I knew you'd find it.It certainly helped with your flowers.**The golden squirrel gives Whistler a knowing smile and waves her paw.The mist gathers around the squirrel and she starts to fade.** **The fox stares into the squirrels eyes.She sees sadness.Suddenly she remembers something, just a fragment of a memory.A pretty squirrel going missing one day, long ago.Her father had talked about it one day.'That's when some started to get serious about believing in the magic of the lake,' he had said.'They say she loved the lake more than anything.She was your Great-great-great-great-great-grandmother's cousin's friend's great-great-grandmother's friend.Most have forgotten her now.Most think it's just a fairy tale.Don't you start believing in those fairy tales, though.This ones real, I tell you.Real.Don't stop beiliving in it.'Her mind started to swirl, then it stopped.The golden squirrel was almost gone.The red fox stepps forward.** Stop!Whistler, you can't do this to her!She's lived here so long.I know the lake doesn't need a gaurdian anymore, but you can't do this to her! I have to.**Wistler looks Whisper in the eye, then walks to the squirrel, almost completly gone, and steps in the mist...and a flash of light streaks behind her.** No one but us can see this.No one else can know, either.**The squirrel looks at Whistler searchingly.**Do you want to know the secrets of the lake?Or would you rather stay here with your friends while I go get something I'll need? I'll go. Good.**the squirrel walks off towards the lake and steps into the water.she looks behind her.**Come on. Whistler looks at the squirrell desending into the water and follows, only hesitating a moment.The water opens up around them as they get to the middle, revealing a biulding more beautiful than any other.The fairy castle.It was shimmery white and pearly, with colors dancing around it.** **Whisper sits up, only then realizing she had ever been on the ground.She distantly remembers white flashing across the sky, but not very well.She looks around her and sees Whistler staring out across the lake.She remembers.The squirrel, the fairies.she gets up and walks over to whistler.**What happened?Where's the squirrel? She had to leave.She said she couldn't live here after being missing for so long.She went out wandering.She'll come back to visit.I know she will. She couldn't not come back.I know that.She loves it too much here. Yes.She does.**Whistler touches the water and watches the ripples spread**
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