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  • #438
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      I really should do something about this, I think this song may be a curse, thought the astute Arona, as the singing crone took Yikesy from her arms. Yet she found herself unwilling to move, a strange lethargy had overtaken her. Can I move? she wondered. She felt so strange and heavy.

      Slowly Arona turned her head towards Vincentius. Perhaps he had a suggestion as to what she should do. But Vincentius had disappeared. This should be rather perplexing. But oddly it didn’t matter to her. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

      I am in a dream perhaps? I feel as though I may be in a dream. That’s the answer, I will give in to this sleepy feeling, and then I will be in a dream for sure. When I awaken everything will be alright.

      She lay down on her side on the ground, and pulling her knees up, curled into a little ball and closed her eyes. Laughing with Vincentius seemed such a long time ago. How quickly everything can change, she thought sleepily.

      #435
      EricEric
      Keymaster

        Arona knew enough magic to notice that the old crone was up to no good with the annoying lemon song…
        I sounded like a curse, and she’d better take appropriate action without delay.

        #433

        Vincentius wanted to know where Arona had been heading.

        She rummaged in her bag and pulled out her map to show him. Then her honestly got the better of her. No idea really, she confessed. How about you?

        No idea either, said Vincentius.

        Arona tried to look serious, then cracked up laughing and after a moment Vincentius joined in. Arona could not help but note what a lovely musical laugh he had. Definitely no snorting, and for a moment she thought fondly of dear wandering Sanso. I Wonder where he is now?

        While they were busy laughing, they did not notice the woman arrive, but all of a sudden there she was, an old, bent, withered crone. An apparition of pure ugliness. Their laughter stopped abruptly.

        Laughing my little lovelies were you, please don’t stop on my account said the crone. What a perfectly delightful sound. Music to my poor old ears. And she cackled gleefully.

        oh Lordy, muttered Mandrake, his patience wearing thin with all the, what he considered, unwarranted and unnecessary joyfulness.

        and what a cute little pussy cat, said the old woman, her long gnarly fingers gently resting on Mandrake for a moment. Mandrake snarled.

        and a baby, said the old woman, reaching out to Yikesy who was cradled in Arona’s arms.

        #426
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          And so my story ends … said Vincentius to Yikesy.

          Arona laughed to herself. Vincentius had insisted on telling a story to Yikesy, and certainly his deep melodic voice did seem to soothe the little baby, but really it was Arona who enjoyed listening the most.

          #360

          A trip to Salitre? Dory had asked them to come with her and see the pyramid… well what she thought was a pyramid.

          Yann had been thinking about that for a few days now… he wanted to see it now.
          He would wait, the time wasn’t here yet.

          — Oh Arona!

          The cat had jumped onto his lap, quite affectionately she was purring and lying trustfully. He was amazed at her letting go and allowance.
          He smiled distracted of all his thoughts.

          #417

          Tina was sitting in a cafe waiting for the others to arrive.

          She was studying the play with a bemused and perplexed expression. Good grief, where was her head at? Not only had she saddled poor Arona with a baby, now she had a hunky nanny to contend with as well.

          She had been intending to bring Arona to the banquet in the cave … and had somehow got distracted.

          She read what she had written in astonishment “bronzed skin pulled taut over rippling muscles”….. “He came bounding athletically over” …. “deep, melodic voice” …and to cap it off calling him Vincentius!

          He didn’t even sound like her type, way too perfect, she mused. Thank goodness Al is nothing like that.

          Still, she wanted to trust the process and follow the pictures that came to mind when writing the play, even if she didn’t know where they were going.

          #395

          Sanso breathed a sigh of relief to find himself once again on his own. He’d found the flighty and changable Arona hard work, if truth be told, and was rather offended that she’d marched off with the baby Yikesy without even so much as a backwards glance at him. Sanso was a bit sad to see Yikesey leaving, (or Zacquer as he chose to think of him) but he knew he’d meet him again…somewhere, someplace, sometime…..

          He had to admit he was glad to see the back of that horrid cat, at any rate.

          Sanso didn’t really have a plan at that point, so he just started walking, walking along the cave tunnels, trusting that he would find another portal/cave entrance soon to another adventure.

          Such was his trust and superb state of allowing,that no sooner had he thought of finding a portal and a new adventure, as he rounded the very next corner, a blaze of sunshine streamed into the cave and a gust of hot desert wind.

          #393
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            ARONA MEETS THE NANNY

            Dreamily Arona wandered away from the cave, gently holding the sleeping Yikesy close to her heart. Mandrake the cat followed, elegantly attempting to convey the impression he was there by mere chance, and by some stroke of fortune happened to be heading in the same direction.

            Arona had no clear idea where she was going, or what her intentions were even. Still this was nothing new for Arona, who was a bit of an aimless wanderer really herself at heart. She pretended she was looking for magic, but really, she wasn’t so sure anymore what she was looking for.

            Wooha!

            Arona was momentarily rendered speechless by a vison up ahead. The most beautiful creature she had ever seen sat no more than 5 dragon-lengths up ahead.
            .
            Mandrake, she eventually whispered when she had regained her composure, What is this miracle ahead? Is this some maiden’s dream? A heavenly creature come to earth perhaps?

            A miracle sent by God to save you? suggested Mandrake

            His near naked body a masterpiece of bronzed skin pulled taut over rippling muscles.

            Steady on Arona, said Mandrake

            But you know I am no hapless fool Mandrake, to swoon over a handsome stranger.

            No, indeed. And might I enquire why for art we art speaking so oddly? asked Mandrake

            Buggered if I know, answered Arona

            Despite the bravado she managed to display at times, Arona was very shy, and would never have had the confidence to approach such a godlike creature. However at that moment Yikesy started to cry loudly. The god looked up from his silent reverie and smiled.

            Oh a baby, he said in a deep melodic voice. I love babies. He came bounding athletically over and gazed down at Yikesy. My, that is an endearingly ugly baby.

            This is Arona, stuttered Arona, I mean I am Arona, and this is Yikesy, and this is .. Arona looked blankly at Mandrake

            Mandrake looked unhelpfully back at her, with a rather sarcastic little smile on his face.

            I am delighted to meet you. Vincentius at your service. May I hold Arona for a few moments?

            Oh I am sure that could be arranged, snorted Mandrake.

            Arona glared at Mandrake and decided the time had come to pull herself together. I am so sorry for the misunderstanding, she said charmingly to Vincentius. The baby’s name is Yikesy. And certainly you may hold him for a moment.

            Vincentius held Yikesy in his strong arms as though he had been cradling little babies all his life.

            Look this is probably a silly question but you aren’t after a nanny by any chance? Oh no of course you aren’t, said Vincentius, apologetically, seeing the amazed expression on Arona’s face. I am so sorry, just wishful thinking on my part. Please forget I said anything and forgive me for my impudence.

            Well actually, said Arona, frantically attempting to remain calm, I really have no idea how to look after this baby and I did have a bit of an idea a nanny might be quite useful.

            Well this is a fortuitous meeting indeed then!

            But I can’t afford to pay you, she said sadly, unconsciously fiddling with her hair and fluttering her long thick eyelashes.

            Oh don’t worry about that small detail. I am sure we can come to some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement, and Vincentius winked at her.

            Arona drew herself up to her full height, firmly took Yikesy back and said; I will have you know if you are going to wink at me this can’t possibly work. I have no idea what a wink means. You will have to speak clearly if you have something to say to me.

            OH bugger bugger bugger! thought Arona. What is it with me and winking. Now I have blown it. BUGGER.

            But Vincentius just laughed good naturedly, and musically too of course. Perhaps we will just play it by ear then shall we? I am delighted to be your new Nanny :yahoo_big_hug:.

            #1545

            In reply to: Synchronicity

            EricEric
            Keymaster

              Twin arena, Tina/Arona… sand and twins twicks, treaks, twists, whatever… :yahoo_doh:
              PS: let’s say that’s a bird  :yahoo_chicken: :yahoo_chicken:

              #363

              Arona was surprised that Sanso wanted the baby and she was not sure what to do. She felt the baby had been entrusted to her, and felt quite caring towards it. Sanso grabbed it from her, and she could see that he really wanted it.

              She would need to feel her way through this. Yikesy started crying.

              Mandrake looked at her and rolled his eyes. Do you want the baby or not, Arona? he asked her

              Suddenly she felt clear. Yes I do she said, smiling. And she thanked Sanso graciously, for his kind offer, and he willingly handed Yikesy back to her, realising that having a baby was probably not suited to his lifestyle.

              In fact Sanso was relieved. The cute little blue eyes had started looking quite rat like when Yikesy started crying.

              So it was all perfect.

              In fact it was all hunky dory.:yahoo_sick:

              and off they went.

              #362

              Give it to me Arona. I’ll look after it. Sanso wondered if he was making the right decision.

              (Becky wondered if she was making the right decision. Well never mind, she thought, I can edit it out later if I change my mind)

              Arona glared at him, but handed the tiny bundle over to Sanso. He stared into the little blue eyes and fell in love with the baby. Poor wee mite, he said, bandied about like this like a baton in a relay race. I’ll look after you. The baby gurgled and Sanso had a strange feeling that the baby was in fact choosing to be with him, and that he had just agreed.

              #340
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              Participant

                hmmmm, said Arona, this is rather a predicament.

                I am going to have to face this head on, she said to the others in her usual practical manner. Okay I can’t look after this baby in the cave, I had better pop out for a bit and see if I can bump into a spare nanny somewhere. Then the nanny can look after the baby while I continue my explorations

                Arona looked down at the wee baby face though, and it was so very endearingly ugly, that she wondered if she would be able to leave little Yikesy with a nanny. She hugged Yikesy to her lovingly.

                I will just have to play it by ear, she thought, although she knew the answer already.

                #337

                You’re not serious, are you? Sanso raised an eyebrow at Arona (who had mysteriously materialized a baby in her arms, in the blink of an eye)

                You’re calling it YIKES? Oh well, fair enough….

                In a puff of smoke, a Crayola fairy appeared in front of them.

                Yes? she said, You called? I’m Fairy Nuf…that’s fun spelled backwards, in case you’re wondering how I got here.

                Sanso didn’t really understand what was going on, but had an urge to materialize a baby too.

                ~~~

                Thankfully the urge soon passed and he said to Fairy Nuf politely, There must be a mistake, but thank you for calling. I hope it didn’t inconvenience you.

                Call me anytime, I’m available 24/7, sweetie….and in an puff of smoke, she was gone.

                #356

                Oh said Arona. All of a sudden she knew she had to be somewhere. She handed the sabulmantium to Sanso.

                She walked, and then she stopped and she waited.

                She did not have to wait long before they appeared. A stocky dwarf, whose presence, despite his small stature, immediately inspired respect. He was accompanied by a young woman, tall and graceful, with shiny golden hair. She was very pretty, but it was the peaceful expression on her face which really caught Arona’s attention. The woman was cradling an infant in her arms.

                Palani, the dwarf, smiled at Arona and held out some food for her. Some aromatic orange fruit she had never seen before, however she was so hungry by now she devoured it greedily.

                Your magic is powerful, said Palani. Arona wanted to deny it, but found she couldn’t. So she just nodded.

                The woman smiled. Here she said, holding the infant out to Arona. This is for you.

                Caught off guard Arona took the baby.

                I really am having the strangest time, she thought. She had no idea what to do with the baby, or why she was the one to look after it. But she held it carefully.

                Wait! she shouted urgently, as they walked away

                Why have you given me this baby. I can’t look after it. Are you coming back? At least tell me what is the baby’s name?

                They didn’t answer.

                Yikes said Arona.

                #347

                She was focusing different aspects of herself differently and slowing down her vibrationnal quality in order to acquire that timely touch necessary to interact as she wanted in this particular dimension.

                She was focusing on this… cave and adding her own energy to the movement of this seasonable exploration.

                She could feel Malvina and a young female… Arona, yes as translation of her tone, speaking together.

                She was feeling Buckberry was also attracted to the cave of his father.

                She smiled… her dearest Georges was here too now.

                Salome was fully focused now in one of the bluish glowing tunnels… she rippled a loving energy to the glukenitche who turned yellow of pleasure for a few seconds, and she walked through the rocky mount in the direction of the roockery.

                #1467
                EricEric
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                  :face-glasses: I tried in both the search tab, and the “quicksearch”, and it seems OK.

                  Only trick is in the search tab, when you look up, say… “Arona”… you have to click on the highlighted extract, and not on the title, if you want to be brought directly to the one of the many comments where Arona appears ;))

                  #275

                  Oh well bugger it, said Arona, I have had enough of this. Perhaps we had better just play it by ear if no one really knows how this thing works.

                  Which is really, although not in so many words, if I may be so rude as to remind you, what I was suggesting, said the charming Sanso, rather rudely.

                  Well yes, that is true … but whatever, let’s not argue, shall we just get going? Are you ready Mandrake? All of a sudden Arona was feeling unaccustomably energised and assertive, and was totally fed up with herself for wasting time so much time sitting around. This was causing her to be a bit sharp with the others.

                  You know my problem? she asked, rhetorically, although of course Mandrake felt compelled to offer a reply.

                  Hmmmm and which one would that be?

                  Ahahahah Mandrake, laughed Arona, well the one I was thinking of was that I think too much. I need to be more like our friend Sanso here. I mean, what does it matter where we end up, it is all a big adventure anyway.

                  Well I for one, would prefer to end up somewhere in the vicinity of food, responded Mandrake.

                  Sanso wasn’t really listening but was gazing at the sabulmantium with a look of awe and muttering to himself. This really is a remarkable find. I have never actually used a sabulmantium before but I gather that one uses it as a tool to focus their intention, which is a crucial component of the magical creative process. Tremendously powerful tool and when used with awareness by the pure of heart it has great potential.

                  Oh great! shall we just get going then, said Arona picking up the Sabulmantium, and next thing you know, after a little bit more wandering down a few more tunnels, which isn’t really that interesting to write about, our three intrepid adventurers found themselves gazing in astonished delight at a most wonderous sight.

                  #1308

                  In reply to: Yuki’s Livrary

                  EricEric
                  Keymaster

                    September 24 th

                    Quintin remembered a snapshot of the notes that Dory had taken during her first trip to the Madagascan caves, a year ago.

                    Relevant extracts:

                    At one moment, I saw some hooded figure in the sideways tunnels… He vanished on the left, couldn’t follow him…
                    […] HE KNEW HIS WAY INSIDE !
                    When he vanished, I had the vision of something, […] like the layout of a labyrinth, of cave tunnels — that are all underground and the many entrances are all over the world… PORTALS
                    focus opening/doors ; time/space…
                    The central cavernous part is some kind of key center, where anyone can meet…

                    This has inspired Quintin to write some notes too.
                    He has the vision of these portals organized as clusters, like a tree, with branches and leaves… I will send him a more detailed image, but that may take him some time to digest!

                    September 26 th

                    The latest additions to the story have inspired Quintin. He had some inkling of how “essence” (or what is somewhat referred as “oversoul” ) and all the “focus” of essence (or lifetimes) interplay, and are not as separate as they sometimes seem to be.

                    Here would be what we will say to him, if he wants to listen:

                    « Now, terminology can become tricky as, for much time, you have been accustomed to be considering of your experience as the projection of that of an “essence”, somewhat separate from you, the lowly focus.
                    Of course, you pretend the contrary, and become quite nifty in brandishing sentences like “I am essence, and I create all of my reality”, which you are and do actually, but that you do not always believe and trust.
                    These terms of “essence” and “focus” were given to you as means for you to better understand the interplay of consciousness. In the beginning of the acquaintance with these new terminologies, you have felt them remotely blurry and unrelated to previous concepts, which was the intention. But now, you once again objectify your understanding in something too rigid at times, and that little story is giving you a hint of what your real power is.
                    And you begin to really experience it, and really pay attention.

                    « As was expressed many times, “essence” is no thing. It is an action.
                    The “essence” is each of you, that very portion of you that you feel when you slide your attention into the comment box.
                    In that, your purpose, you see, is only to experience, nothing more, nothing less.
                    And then time, as you know it, becomes irrelevant, you see. Your natural time is expressed through you and your explorations.
                    Notice how playfully, as essence (essence playing focus or focus playing essence), you let your natural time unfold, and at times find some strange weather pattern in your awareness that needs clarification. As essence, you playfully find the most perfect habits [shapes and clothings] to wrap around you, and continue your story.
                    Just as your dreams at night overlap and blend into each other.
                    Just as Rafaela created new focuses [Sam and Becky] to continue to play and make the story expand for all of the other focuses, Dory included.

                    « That “I” of you is ever present, and is reflected perfectly in others’ perceptions, as you are drawing them to you purposefully. Do not brush aside their adjuncts, for they are also you, having moved your pawns forward, so to speak, through their moves.

                    « Thus understand that the story is a continuous stream reflecting the essence that is you, and your travel through the various guises you borrow.
                    In that manner, it does not matter how much sense it makes in linear terms. Because, in a way, it can’t make sense in these linear terms.

                    « Let us explain this in other terms.
                    When you found difficulties in understanding the “scheme” so to speak, the figure that is drawn by the participants, it is because you apply the linear understanding of what such a scheme should be.
                    In that, you only perceive the “plot” as a succession of dots without a continuity, whereas the continuity is to be found in the other stories interwoven.
                    You are accustomed to stories where a single individual is enacting throughout the play, in a linear continuous fashion. The individual goes through many different actions, but is always the same in your perception.
                    Here, the tricky thing is to notice the continuity throughout the various habits [clothings] taken by the essence(s). It matters not that the essence takes that guise of say, a pirate sailing on high seas, just after having been an old crafty Lord in his windy castle. The underlying aspects of his exploration has been continuous and coherent: in this case, exploring and making sense of one’s exploration. It is just that a certain appearance has been perhaps more fitting to express certain aspects or qualities of essence, but the exploration has been one, throughout the entirety of the experience.

                    « We will let you ponder this, and we will continue our own story, writing about you… »

                    September 28 th

                    This sand symbol that Quintin has brought up seemed to have come from many directions at once. Each character has connected it, in various ways.
                    Armelle (Arona) to her magic, Rafaela (Becky) to her collecting customs, etc. etc.

                    Let us say that this symbol is not as innocent as it may seem. There are lots of associations with sand.
                    It is solid, yet fluid. In association with water, it can be used to build, and also to erode. It can shift into many forms, one of which is your glass, and your electronic components.
                    And most of all, it is, after your very oxygen, the most abundant constituent of your reality.
                    It is almost limitless in your understanding.
                    As is your magic.

                    This magical device we made Quintin see in a visualization is an analogy of your very action of creation as essences.
                    The sand which molds itself to make forms and shapes in three dimensions is in fact likened to your consciousness. Each grain of sand represents your links of consciousness that bind together to do your command.
                    The shapes are moved by your essences, in which you may see that the essence is no thing at all, but is a continuous stream of action, not separate from others’.

                    As Quintin said to Fiona, some individuals do differently when they create and shape their sands.
                    In analogy with the coloured sands, some people like Quintin enjoy using other people’s colours in shaping his own characters, while some others prefer to keep their own colours, to create a more definite sense of individuality. But they integrate the others’ movements and shapes nonetheless, regardless of how much they perceive it to be coming from them.

                    With that said, let us see how much more will appear from that sandbox…

                    September 30 th

                    The Wrick family tree as it is now (or “will be” drawn around the time of the twins in 2057).

                    The Secret Life of Margaret Wrick , a newspaper cut from 2033.

                    October 7 th

                    The dragon Naasir’s dream
                    A panorama illustrating the portals between the worlds created by each of the participants… But who is dreaming, really?

                    And an illustration of Chiara’s encounter with the glutton “dreggun” Buckberry

                    #79
                    EricEric
                    Keymaster

                      These are excerpts from Yuki’s diary, explaining some of the details of the experiment called — Malvina’s story —.

                      Note: for the reader not familiar with all the names here is a quick reminder:

                      • Araili > Yann, Írtak, Sam, Jacob …
                      • Armelle > Fiona, Arona, Tina, Qixi …
                      • Rafaela > Dory, Illi, Becky, Rodney …
                      • Yuki > Quintin, Al, Janice …

                      September 12 th, 2007

                      Today, an experiment has been launched by Quintin. Time will tell if it will bear some fruit, but the idea sounds good.
                      Having people join in a story telling, and see what happens, what are the “lessons” one can draw from this…

                      Armelle, Rafaela and Araili are already on the starting-blocks, though Quintin is not quite aware yet.

                      I can hear some thoughts: Let’s say for the moment that there are no rules. We will see what prompts the desire for having rules…

                      September 13 th

                      Some of the people familiar with Janice and her friends’ adventures have already joined in with much enthusiasm.
                      This first comment seems very promising.

                      Right now, it feels easy and fun.

                      Quintin seems to think that everything is very straightforward.
                      The magical world with the cave in one part, separated from the “real” world. (Two Worlds, and he thinks that will be enough to content Rafaela, ahaha, how presumptuous)
                      The first he sees as a representation of what psychologists think of as “subconscious”, and the other being the conscious, physical part.

                      But of course, he thinks he knows better than that. He calls the first one “subjective” rather than subconscious, because it’s a translation of subjects which unfold in many related objects in the “objective” or physical world.
                      That’s a good point, though a bit distorted. It would be better to say Malvina’s World is a translation of the subjective, in the manner of a Heroic Dimension.
                      But the thing is, that he missed the point in thinking one World is more “real” than the other.
                      We’ll be having some fun soon…

                      First remark… The second comment of the story has been interrupted abruptly in the middle of a sentence. That is interesting. We will urge Quintin to leave it as it is, despite his feeling of it being awkward.
                      We will appeal to his imagination.
                      It seems he has heard the suggestion.

                      September 14 th

                      For the most part, the story starts to get much involvement. Lots of energies are being projected into it, and with every adjunct, each participant’s perception stretches to accommodate the changes and smooth out the bumps in their own sense of continuity.

                      But as I expected, some challenges seem to appear already.
                      Is it raining or not in that world?
                      The question seems simple, but it is very profound and Fiona seems to struggle a bit with it, as is Quintin. The question frame itself [“that World”] shows where the difficulty lies.

                      He seems to avoid the discrepancy and pretend that he has not seen it. Mmmm, avoiding the obstacles… that will very soon come right back in front of you dear Quintin, for Dory is quite playful.
                      At least Fiona has been challenging Dory for not paying attention… Armelle’s ineffable loving ruthlessness!
                      How will it unfold?
                      Rafaela seems to be delighting herself as though she’s preparing some mischief, but Dory struggles in the “back”…

                      September 15 th

                      Dory is indeed very playful and her imagination is unrestrained. I extend much appreciation to this focus of Rafaela, especially as Quintin has to stretch his imagination to make things “fit”.

                      Quintin is still avoiding the issues that appear sporadically and prefers to stay focused on his own perception of the story… Careful Quintin :face-smile:

                      Yann joins the fun —objectively, that is, for Araili has been present already since the very beginning.

                      September 16 th

                      Halcyons days…
                      My dear friend Archie is answering some of Quintin and Yann’s questions.
                      Something starts to dawn on Quintin. But his mind is on other matters.

                      He understands that the energies of the writers are melding in writing the story, but he still tends to think that they blend completely.

                      September 18 th

                      Quintin has been drawing some of the characters of the story. It’s interesting.
                      He had good insights, as Yann will tell him later that his clothes today were exactly the same as the colours he had drawn.

                      Characters drawn:

                      • Mavina, Leörmn the dragon and weaszchilla, Írtak, Huÿgens (and Fjutch), Arona and Illi (the gripshawk)
                      • Malika, Quintin, Yann, Fiona and Dory

                      Interestingly, Fiona resolves her issues in her cave.
                      Dory too, but she did not need the cave to do this.

                      September 21 st

                      For Quintin, the story seems to lose all common sense, as some characters move from World to World. You could have expected that Quintin!
                      And Dory pops in and out, in her mind, in her dream state, or in future timeline mixed with present or past one.
                      Quintin will soon realize that he himself is doing this constantly, though he does not register it.

                      But the worst thing for him is that there are bleedthroughs in between Worlds. The Reality Times newspaper was brilliant Rafaela, a perfect trigger for the beliefs that the Worlds are closed and impermeable to each other!

                      Archie has been answering new questions about that story and this had been quite interesting for all of the participants.
                      There is much for them to digest from the realization that each of them had been creating their own versions of the stories through their perceptions. And that they were each having their version of the story, drawing from each other’s input, like a conductor of an orchestra incorporating some instruments.

                      Of course, some things still matter, and one of the point of the story is also to discover these.

                      September 22 nd

                      Quintin has been drawing new characters.

                      Characters drawn:

                      • Båd Al’Guz (Bådul), BelleDora, Buckberry the dragon, the twin dragon eggs, Archibald the parrot, Sanso the Wanderer
                      • Illi Fergusson, another Illi that Quintin has tried to sneak in as a bait for Dory, with hints that she is disengaged (or “dead” in common vernacular) and merges with others of her focuses…
                      • Jacqueline Bleomelen (Nanny Gibbon), Lord Wrick, his great grand children the twins Cuthbert and India Louise, Manfred, William P. Jobsworth the painter

                      A new perception trick: Dory felt relieved upon seeing the moth feelers of BelleDora.
                      She had at first thought they were whiskers, which was not Quintin’s intent…

                      September 23 rd

                      Quintin seems to have connected to a map drawn by Lord Wrick, when the old Lord has started to document his great grand children travels.

                      Quintin had tried to put some annotations on this fragment, but he doesn’t yet completely understand that his perception of this World, though accurate, is only valid in this present moment, and may change at any time.

                      Up to now, here are the names he could find:

                      • North: the Icy Lands, and Dragon Cemeteries
                      • Center: Goldfindely, homeland of Arona, connected to the Warring Kingdoms of Lan’ork by the Isthmus of Ghört’s Hammer. The Isthmus of the Dragon Head seems to lead to Malvina’s cave and hideout. Mount Elok’ram is pointed as the highest place of the World yet discovered. Three main rivers are drawn: in the ancient myths of the people of this land, they represent the three Daughters of Ghört, weavers of men’s destinies: Tibreÿa, Uleÿa, and Snimeÿa. Snimeÿa cuts the thread of life, which is shown as the river leads after many meanders to the Marshes of Doom.
                      • Far East, North: the Land of Båd Al’Guz, Åsgurdy. A harsh mountainous land of islands and seas.
                        Both parts of the World seem to ignore each other till now, as they are separated by the Great Rift, which in the past has deterred many intrepid navigators.
                      • South: the Desert Lands. Illi’s birthplace, rarely explored by humans thus unaware of most of its marvels, gripshawks nomadic tribes included.

                      When he discussed Arona’s village with Fiona, Quintin had the vision of some dolphin-like creatures, but bright yellow. They are called golfindels and are mostly seen on the northern shores of Arona’s homeland, which is thus called Golfindely.

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                      Pssst Arona, over here, Mandrake hissed

                      Mandrake there you are, what ever are you doing. I was so worried I had lost you!

                      Mandrake was quite touched, but managed not to show it

                      I couldn’t stand all the snorting anymore.

                      Ahahhaahh laughed Arona, I know, so funny, he sounded like a little pigbouh

                      Anyway Mandrake, don’t you worry, I am no fool, no way would I just blindly trot off after someone who said ‘when I gets an urge, I gets an urge, and I follows it.’ That’s mad.

                      Sanso, realising that Arona was no longer following him, returned.

                      Well I think we should use the power of the sabulmantium rather than just blindly trot off down endless tunnels said Mandrake

                      Good thinking! said Sanso enthusiastically. Yes, much better than my daft idea. Good plan Madrake!

                      Mandrake actually corrected the cat, huffily

                      To be honest, said Arona honestly, I didn’t really understand all that technical stuff Sanso. So how exactly does this work? Hmmm wish that dragon or someone would turn up now and explain it clearly and succinctly in plain language that we can all understand. I get how to move the sand but then what? How does the compass thingy work?

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