Simperer: *@Mordir* I won't hurt her? I don't remember saying that. Hmm. Did I say I wouldn't hurt her, Alastair?

Alastair: *scoots closer to Erronys*

Simperer: hmm. *begins watching Ivy*

Alastair: *grumbling to himself about his chosen models* They won't stay still!! *scowls as his pen cracks*

Breindel: Hello, young Lyran, Bellus, Jach, and new character Astra! Is it good to finally be able to speak, Bellus? You seemed like there was much you wanted to say...

Ryver: Lyran has two hands now! How remarkable!

Mordir: *To Jach* Oi. I'm a villain. P(

Me: Lighten up-

Mordir: How can I LIGHTEN UP after what you did to me?!?!?!?!?!?!

Me: Someone save me.

Iluna: *Glares at the Simperer* You touch her and rip out your throat.

Mordir: Let me. I feel the need to kill someone.

Me: What, killing Amandor wasn't enough for you?

Mordir: It was. But this is just because I can't kill YOU.

Me: It's times like these when I truly, truly appreciate the fact that he's only a figment of my imagination, and not flesh and blood.

Chayn: Otherwise you wouldn't be alive.

Emeer: You all are so cheerful...

Tynx: I AM!!!!!!!

Emeer: *Watches Tynx run around like a madman* Yeah, but that's because you're loaded with caffeine.

Ivy: *Looks up at Melody, then at Malcolm* Is he a dragon? How did you teach him to talk? *Looks at the Simperer, then at her parents* Am I in trouble?

Me: Story ideas... Ivy grows up... kind of follows in her father's footsteps...

Mordir: You really do hate me, don't you?

Me: No! I wuvs you.

Iluna: Uh...

Me: Are you sure it's not more dangerous having figments that want to kill you?

Melany: He's always talked. Wyverns are smart.

Lyran: Um, yeah It's pretty dangerous to have imaginary people in your head who want to kill you... I think you can get admitted for that.

Simperer: *simpers at Mordir and Iluna and begins playing with his knife* Tsk, tsk; temper, temper... I'm not afraid of either of you. Do your worst.

Alastair: *looking very pleased with himself* Done! *looks up at Melany, decides he can't reach her, and presents his drawing to Trevelian* Here you go...*shuffles feet* Do you like it? Your hair is hard to draw. I did the best I could, though...*the picture is of Erronys, Trevelain, Melany, and Malcolm, all rendered nicely with crosshatched shading*

Breindel: *watches Tynx with an amused expression* Is he always like this?

Me:...
*crickets chirping*
Me:... Where is everyone? has my adolescent fuzzy yellow dragon struck here? Because this thread seems to have died violently...

Lyran: No, just gotten as quite as Rahtan standoff (Mexican Standoff).

Jach: Dudadudaduu Wawawa...

Alastair: *looks at Jach in amusement* what song is that?

Tinsley: Rahtan Standoff? Do tell.

Jach: I dont know what its called, but I've heard it on many a Quinjection reals about gunslingers. A Rahtan standoff is when you've got a guy aiming a gun at one guy and that guys got a gun aimed at another guy and that guy has a gun aimed at another guy and so on and so forth basically anybody moves everyone dyes sort of thing.

Alastair:

Breindel: how violent...

Tinsley: how exciting! I was in a situation like that once...good times...

Breindel: *walks to Astra* Hello!

Astra: Hi Who are you...

Jach: Violence is kind-of the point...

Breindel: My name is Breindel. I'm fourteen, and I'm a prophetess. Who are you?

Tinsley: I thought violence was always the point...

Lajh: it is for you, Tinsley. It is for you.

Me: *doesn't remember if Lajh was in here before so removed all characters besides Alace, breindel, Lajh, and Tinsley* (Lajh is Alastair's best friend)

Astra: Prophetess, thats quite a claim. Claiming to speak directly with Yah, or whatever he is called in your world, is not a statement to be made lightly.

Lyran: You'll excuse Astra's skepticism their are many charlatans and false prophets in our world. Many, even among the faithful don't believe in Prophets or the many miracles of the Aldlib anymore. they say that the age of spirits and miracles has passed. Personally, I'd like to think their is still a little mystery and wounder left int the world.

Jach: Well you cant exactly dispute the effectiveness of Lay on Hands.

Astra: Well I suppose some miracles might have lingered, But I haven't seen any Aldmon or for that matter Deamon lately.

Lyran: (Raises his hand) I have.

Astra and Bellus: (Toss a douptfull gaze in Lyran's direction) riiiiigggghhhhht...

Jach: Stop giving him such a hard time, I for one believe that he believes he saw what he saw.

Lyran: Come on! You cant deny that my dreams have given us useful info from time to time.

Astra: Yeah, lets just forget the time they almost got us KILLED!

Jach: I dont know... if we hadn't followed him, and then their was that time with the lightning...

Lyran: I'm sure that one was just a coincidence. I couldn't have, Could I?

Me: Read a page or two back to get what I'm getting at here.

Breindel: *smiles and looks down* no, it isn't a claim to be made lightly...though when I say it, it is not a claim made in pride but a fact, proclaimed in truth. *a soft light radiates from her face as she continues* Yes, there are many false prophets in my story also, though most do not claim association with Esh Okhlah...or, Yah, as I suppose you call Him. As far as I know, I am the only true prophetess left. there was a time when we were not needed...He spoke to anyone...but since the days when Syaitan deceived Felrath and men followed after, the days have become dark and His holiness is reserved to but a few...*shakes her head*

Me: ok, DawnBringer, I'm intrigued...

I think this is getting difficult...

*sends Melany and the dragons away*

Trevelian: *shuffles and watches them leave but breathes a bit more easily when they are gone*

Me: Kitra's back! hello again!

Me: Hi. Sorry, got a bit crazy last month.

Me: That's okay! Happens to everyone

Alastair: Does that mean I can talk to Trevelain again?

Me: I...guess so?

Lajh: Why can't you talk to me?

Alace: I'm contractorily bound to talk to you in most of the book. What if i'm sick of talking to you?

Lajh: Oh, gee, thanks. *sulks*

Me: Technically I never left, I just don't always know how to make my characters interrupt when everyone else's characters bicker, and my characters don't really bicker in front of people.

Trevelian: No indeed... Together they are quite able to band together and bar anyone from speaking to them...

Me: Ah, I understand your dilemma. Okay! Well, nobody's arguing now! (I don't think...)

Tinsley: we never argue. *angelic expression*

Lajh: Yeah we do.

Tinsley: no we don't!

Lajh: Yeah, we do!

Tinsley: nope. We don't.

Alastair: You realize that you're arguing now, right?

Breindel: *sigh* To where can am introvert go to hide from this madness...

Me: See? How are my poor introverts supposed to get in on that?? Even for an extrovert it would be hard to know what to say.

Me: Teehee! Yes, I did that just for you. let's try this again...

Tinsley: *walks over and sits next to Trevelain* hello!

Trevelian: *bows* How do you do?

Tinsley: *fancy elf hand motion similar to * Better than a sparrow with no hawk in sight, thank you. And you?

Lajh: ugh, those analogies...

Me: (I'd rather see the hawk and know it's there, personally)

Trevelian: I am well. Though I do not believe I could be equated to a sparrow.

Me: *whispering to you* same here!

Tinsley: I heard that.

Me: half-elves...

Tinsley: *looks Trevelain up and down for a moment* quite right. I don't think a sparrow would suit you at all... A lark might fit, though... Yes, I could see you as a lark.

Trevelian: From what realm do you hail?

Tinsley: ...Realm? You mean where I live? Oh, I live everywhere, anyplace I decide to stop, I stop. and yourself?

Me: (story about the evasive answer...their world doesn't have a name...I'm making it up as I go )

Trevelian: My path has led me the same way of late.

Tinsley: *nods* I see. Life does that sometimes, though I myself wander around out of preference. What sort of path is it? Is it more like a straight path, a winding road, a wide street, a deer trail, or a dragon flight?

Other characters: *epic facepalm*

Trevelian: It may look like a path as a bird flies, but for all I am able to see it is no path at all.

Tinsley: Ah, yes. Paths like that get confusing, sometimes. Unless you can see invisible paths. Then it's easier, but most people can't do that.

Lajh:

Tinsley: so, Trevelain, what is your particular field of expertise?

Trevelian: I am not an expert in anything. I only wish to find my quiet way in life, though that has been impossible for some time. *his mouth twitches, contorting the scar down his face*

Tinsley: Nothing's impossible. You just have to find the right key for the puzzling lock. Hmm, *points to scar* if I may pry, what's that from?

Alastair: *begins drawing again*

Trevelian: *fingers the scar absently* It was a riding accident. It must have been more than fifteen years ago now.

Tinsley: *nods vigorously* Exciting! I've had my fair share of those; though I do have a rather strange habit of trying to avoid landing on my face. so... no expertise and no real home? Do you have anything you enjoy doing?

Trevelian: It was not the landing. We were breaking the beast and I came too close to its claws. I do still enjoy riding. As well and quiet places.

Tinsley: Ah, so it was something more exciting than a horse, I see. *twists her mouth into something between a smirk and a grin* Quiet? I take your point. *gets up and walks back over to my characters* It was a pleasure to interrogate you about your life. I hope we shall get the chance to do it again.

Lajh: Tinsley, don't scare him with your...bizarre...phrases!

Tinsley: *shrugs*

Trevelian: Oh, I did not mean in conversation. I simply prefer more peaceful pastimes than most seem to expect of me.

Tinsley: Oh, forgive my misunderstanding. I was raised as an Elf, you know...literal translation and all that... ...Wait...there are more peaceful pastimes than taming some creature with wicked-looking claws? Why was I never informed of this?

Trevelian: It can be dangerous, but it is not something that can be done in an aggressive state of mind as fighting tends to be. When breaking a creature, one have great presence of mind.

Tinsley: *nods about five or six times in quick succession* true, true. Have you trained many of these mysterious clawed creatures?

Me:...*makes Alastair fifteen because the thirteen year old version has enough development*

Alastair: *is a little taller, though something in his eyes makes him look older than fifteen* *burn scars encircle his wrists and neck, and a small thin scar runs under his right eye* ...oh my. That was an interesting time jump. *blinks*

Me:...converse with someone other than me. Preferably Trevelian.

Alastair: all right...*walks over to Trevelian and respectfully dips his head* hello.

Trevelian: I have. My family was among the first to learn the methods of riding the Eguiterma and Baryonyx, our scaled mounts.

*nods to Alace* You've changed, my young friend.

Tinsley: how very exciting! Which one do you prefer to ride?

Alastair: *still respectfully, though he grins* is it that obvious? *chuckles*

Trevelian: *to Alastair* Perhaps only to the experienced. *fingers scar again*

*to Tinsley* Each had its advantages, but my personal mount was an even tempered female Eguiterma. Some of my siblings preferred are more willful ride, but she suited me quite well.

Tinsley: Was?

Alastair: maybe so, sir, but a lot has changed. The experienced are just the first to notice, I think.

(Btw Kitra I love how Trevelian enigmatically touches his scar after saying something. It's cool... and realistic ...and...yeah. )

Me: I tend to finger my necklace or my ear gets itchy when I talk to people sometimes, so I thought it made sense.

Trevelian: *to Alastair* That is very true. *To Tinsley* *nods silently*

Ah, clever way to work in a habit!

Tinsley: Touchy subject? I'm sorry.

Alastair: ... ... ... *patently waits for me to think of something he would say*

Trevelian: *nods again*

Trevelian: *clears throat* Forgive me for not asking sooner, but in what pastimes do you find pleasure?