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    Arona sat by herself just outside the cave. It was twilight hour, in between the dark and the light. She had awoken early, with a heaviness in her heart.

    Maybe I will just sit here for ever and ever and never move again, she mused, I will turn to stone, and they will make legends up about me, the strange stone girl of Malvina’s cave.

    Buckberry the little dragon ambled over and sat quietly next to her. He had been foraging in the half light for the buckberries which grew outside the entrance to the cave, and to which he was extremely partial. Arona reached out a hand, slowly, and petted him. She felt tears begin to form somewhere in the dark space behind her eyes, was it many tears or one endless tear? she wondered. The tear started falling from her right eye first. The left eye seemed more reluctant to cry, and when eventually a little trickle started down her face, she followed its watery path with interest.

    Light will come, said the voice kindly, can you feel it?

    The tear from her left eye had caught up now, Arona noticed, and was first to dampen the waiting earth.

    Buckberry and Arona sat for quite some time, communing in companionable silence, and both knew that morning a bond was formed that would not easily be broken.

    #586
    ÉricÉric
    Keymaster

      In the discave, full of glimmering lights, and bouncing dragons, Salome started to sing an old tune :

      :weather-clear: Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain. :weather-showers-scattered:
      Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain. :weather-few-clouds:
      :weather-storm: The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here, :weather-clear:
      My sunny one shines so sincere.
      Sunny one so true, I love you.
      :heart:

      #90
      TracyTracy
      Participant

        Franci, far too busy herself to start a new discussion, has asked me, on her behalf, to start a Quiz section. Let me put that another way, Franci and I were…oh hang on, news hot off the press, Eric has a quiz plug somewhere….

        Test your grasp on the storys plot! Have you really remembered all the connections? Can YOU name who is whose focus? And what about the timeline, do you really know? Test yourself here, in the coming posts.

        #1982

        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

        TracyTracy
        Participant

          YOU’LL BE following yourself BEFORE YOU GET started, WEARING THAT wig, Rose. Come HERE! TINA pulled IT OFF moments LATER, within SIGHT OF EVERYONE. THEY ALL smiled BUT everyone WAS cool. (Maevel WASN’T surpriseD TO BE creating handsOME perfect AND weird CHARACTERS.)

          IT seemed THE PERFECT synch WHEN blue joe THE action MAN, KNOWN TO bed EVERY known HUMAN skin IN TOWN ~ WITH NO particular PREFERENCE ~ WAS FOUND getting A faceLIFT TO help IMPROVE HIS laugh.

          Given THAT sam’S FACE HAD weatherED ALOT TOO, tracy WAS full OF thoughtS OF GAINING fair points FOR A BIT OF magic. HER quiet friends, AS WELL AS HERself, HAD bookED THE APPOINTMENT. Nothing, NOT EVEN THE WEIRD aspects OF THE days, easily FORGOTTEN, COULD SHAKE THE focuses understandING.

          Images IN THE sky APPEARED, AND THEY wondered ABOUT THE STRANGE sound…….

          #569

          It had not been easy to convince his parents. His mother especially…
          As a matter of fact, he had failed to convince them at all, and Tomkin had to decide by himself whether he wanted to follow Badul and his crew in his quest for unknown mysteries.

          Tomkin had left a short written message for the Sharples, to tell them that they needn’t worry, and all would be fine.

          Badul had decided to split his crew in two, having Austor in charge of the boats while he would go with a handful of trusted men by land.
          Apparently, the young boy was aware of one portal which was close to their current location. This one was not part of the main network and was operating unknowingly to the officials. Its size was small, and travels were regulated by a local governor who used it for his clandestine business.
          It was located deeper inside the lands of Golfindely, and the mountainous area of highlands planted with luxuriant trees made its access difficult.

          Despite the boy’s initial reluctance at leading them to this place, Badul was determined to go, and very quickly Tomkin was excited at the opportunity to finally travel as he always had wanted to. It wouldn’t be by sea for now, but as Captain Bone said, every journey starts with one step.

          #1976

          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

          F LoveF Love
          Participant

            Worry … dark, floating
            often deep.
            Moon seems noticed
            calling Armelle
            apparently loved, understood
            slowly wandering, beautiful … follow.
            Wanted change!
            Quiet, opened, wondering.
            Happening became important,
            easily smiled, dancing, random
            Looking. Seeing.

            :fleuron:

            Book started change, needed funny truth

            #518

            Anyway Arona, said Sanso, after a short silence while they watched the disco dancers. I have decided to change my name!

            Oh great!

            Yes, I have always liked the name “Floyd”. What do you think? Got a nice ring to it eh? Do you think it suits me?

            :fleuron:

            Well it appears it is a private party I think Arona. Still, most entertaining, eh what!

            and Floyd started laughing, and snorting … and Arona could not help but laugh too … although she was laughing more at the snorting than the dancers.

            #556
            F LoveF Love
            Participant

              Chris! you look terrible! Nurse Bellamy, momentarily startled by Dr Bronklehampton’s unkempt appearance, lapsed into first name basis. Dr Bronklehampton always insisted that a certain level of protocol be observed, except in their more intimate moments of course.

              But today he did not even seem to notice her small indiscretion. Nurse Bellamy was perplexed.

              I’ll bring you a nice glass of warm coconut milk, and you’ll be right as rain, she said hopefully. As she turned to go a bandaged figure propped up against the wall caught her eye. The apparition was made even more surreal by the addition of a bright yellow wig on it’s head. She screamed, clutching her hand to her bosom.

              Oh my God!, what is it! she exclaimed in startled surprise.

              A Mummy of course, what does it look like? answered Dr Bronklehamptom in a listless voice.

              :fleuron:

              Chris Bronklehampton stared at the Mummy, and wondered how things could have gone so horribly wrong. All he had ever wanted was to do something good for mankind. Well that isn’t quite true, Chris is it, hmmm really? Weren’t you after a bit of fame and fortune as well?

              You won’t get away with this, you know, said the Mummy.

              #1974

              In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

              ÉricÉric
              Keymaster

                WOW… lots of interesting ones in that cloud here:

                — Once under thinking, session clear words God/Human waiting speaking word, language beginning feeling looked. Key herself aware […]
                — Gaughran home looking funny random energies
                — Tracy floating, magic color seemed trip
                — Points side mountains, process great
                — Bugger difficult! Nice interesting moment link :bounce: creating action
                — Trust help face aspects seems play
                — Structures changing… Dancing green heart Finn
                Badul getting synch princess
                Twilight book important
                Elikozoe stories singing magical times. Able feel sort understand images mind, read Armelle. Voice started moments sync call Maevel

                #551

                So tell me, Sanso said Arona, thinking she was alone, and somewhat startled to find herself lurking with Sanso in the shadows. Where have you been all this time?

                #548
                TracyTracy
                Participant

                  Just one more random read then, Becky told herself, yawning widely.

                  “— Well, it’s a divination device, or a sort of compass in a way. I see it as a globe made of glass, with coloured sands in it, and when you focus on it, the sands take all sorts of three dimensional shapes, and become alive…
                  — Wow! Tina couldn’t help but say.”

                  And Becky couldn’t help but say WOW too, Becky said out loud; she was starting to feel better.

                  #547
                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    “Of course, as soon as they had stepped into the powerful magnetic field generated inside the T.R.A.P., the reality around them was transphormed as if they all had been into a huge deFørmiñG mirror, that they could shape with their strangest thoughts.

                    Obviously, they had all started to hallucinate some funny stuff…

                    It was happening so quick, Sam noticed.”

                    Hahahah! Becky actually laughed out loud. Sleepily, she hoped she’d remember to make a connection between the sheriffs frog accident and the T.R.A.P. trip when she was feeling more alert.

                    #544
                    TracyTracy
                    Participant

                      “Sand! I may have got the riddle, thought Sanso, but I didn’t get the POINT of the riddle being there in the first place!”

                      Becky had been flicking through the wads of typed pages as she lay on the sofa, sipping hot lemon and honey, and sneezing. The sneezing! Jeeze, the sneezing had been going on for days. What with all the sneezing and sleeping, she felt more blinked out than blinked in lately.

                      Sand, sand sand…… Hhmmm, Becky was wondering why the sand syncs were coming in again. She blew her nose, and picked up another wad of typewritten pages, opening at random.

                      Illi was bored with the deserted island and the sand dragons. She wanted some action, some surprises, some…..well, some life!”

                      Wow, I’d forgotten all about Illi, thought Becky. She imagined the calm quiet beach, Illi’s island get-away. Well, before she’d conjured up the sand dragons it was quiet, anyway. Becky thumbed through the next pile of papers.

                      Arona pulled out a well worn map from her bag. The map had been a gift from a traveling wizard who visited the village a few years ago. Arona had given him food and shelter and he repaid her kindness with the map.”

                      Well, I’ll bet that’s a clue, thought Becky drowsily, But I can’t be bothered to work it out now.

                      The trouble is, Becky muttered to herself, When I start this random reading thing I just can’t stop, it’s like an addiction. She sighed and opened again at random:

                      “The hydroplane was flying over the “Sarcastic Sea” in the Bermuda Triangle. Anita was not afraid, her parents had told her about the triangle and the different legends of people disappearing or reappearing there….”

                      #543

                      The bal room was ready. Malvina was looking around and decided that all was perfect now
                      She felt the subtle ripples of her friends energy. Sam was waiting patiently their arrival.

                      The east wall just blurred and began to glow lightly of deep teal and emerald shades, blended in a beautiful and quite creative whirlpool.

                      Malvina just moved her attention on the encoding of her hair and shift slightly some hue to express a dark stary night, sparkling and full of mystery.

                      A thrill went through her body as she saw Georges and Salome emerge from the wall… and she burst into laughter at the sight of the marmoset which was looking at her with such a big smile :face-monkey:

                      Her laugh rippled through the crystals of the cave, making their light iridescent and swinging.

                      WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! A giant disco ball :bounce: just for us.

                      Georges couldn’t stop laughing and began dancing as Salome was generating a peppy and swinging music… he was all jumping and swirling, and Sam was jumping all around, barking at him with joy.

                      — What the hell, began Leörmn but he was fascinated.

                      And that’s when a wavy Irtak entered the discave with his 2 dragons… they immediately changed shape and began to swirl around with Georges, and Irtak was wondering if he was dreaming or if it was another process in his discovery… he was feeling as if he was dancing as the man-Georges. :yahoo_hypnotized: His body just started moving following the movements of Georges and they were just one.

                      #541
                      TracyTracy
                      Participant

                        Annabel Ingman beamed at Felicty. She was delighted that the interviews were going so well: four perfect ‘dead guys’ already, and 57 more applicants to interview.

                        Welcome to the team Felicity, I’m sure you’ll love it here. We focus on fun, not facts, so just say whatever you want to, and you’ll be fine.

                        Felicity returned the smile. I can’t wait to start, Annabel, thanks.

                        Oh, by the way, what’s the name of your DG?

                        Hhhmmm, Oh, er, Oliver Twist, replied Felicity, Yeah, Oliver Twist.

                        Oliver Twist, cool, so that’ll be the ‘Ask DOT’ session then. See you on Friday!

                        #538

                        A dragon egg was hatching. A bluish light around the shell.
                        That egg was not in a rookery, it was in the Marshes of Doom.

                        A little girl was passing by and whistling. She was eight and quite unaware of what was happening. But she was drawn to that particular spot where she could see something shining. Her excitement was enhanced by the unheard humming of the baby dragon emerging. Her heart was full of joy and happyness.

                        She had that name in her mind Asiir and that song her mother was always singing to her when she was younger. At times she would sing it to her again, lost in her memories. And it was quite endearing a song, about another world blending with their own, that world, what was the name?

                        La Phrëal said a voice in her head. She was a bit startled and stopped singing. Nothing… just the joy and the excitement. She started to walk again in the tall grass.

                        She continued with her song and began to see the edges of the egg. Wow, she stopped in awe. It was beautiful, with many shades of blue and it was pulsing. Seeing it she was even more full of joy and of love. All fear she could have had before had vanished of her heart.

                        Lola, I’m choosing you

                        Hearing these words in her head, her heart exploded of joy, it was so intense the she burst out crying and laughing at the same time. The shell had cracked open and she could see the little creature emerging, so graceful, pink with golden shades. How will she explain that to her parents? :yahoo_rose:

                        #515

                        That Abe sure is ugly as a burnt boot and crazier than a run over coon, aint he, said Isadora, one of the saloon girls who Twilight didn’t cotton on to much. The other girls laughed.

                        Twilight was real fond of old Abe, and truth was she was feeling right tetchy and pernikity and itching for a fight, and she weren’t much in the mood for dancing that night.

                        And your brain cavity wouldn’t make a drinkin cup for a canary Isadora. So why don’t you just shut that big old stupid mouth of yours before everyone cottons on to the fact that you are studying to be a half-wit.

                        Why you are nothing but a no-good little strumpet, screeched Isadora, lunging at Twilight and trying to grab her blond wig. Twilight stepped nimbly out of the way.

                        And you aint nothing but a stupid little buckle bunny, taunted Twilight. You got nothing better to do then follow those rodeo fellows around?

                        Snakes Alive! exclaimed Madame Butterbutt. Will you both hold yer tongues and stop yer bitching. And will you get a hurry on Twilight. Yer ain’t even dressed yet.

                        Isadora started crying. That Twilight started it, she snivelled.

                        Sooner i get rid of this damn one horse town the better, muttered Twilight under her breath. She touched the jewelled dagger lodged between her breasts. Those damn liquor breath cowboys better not mess with me tonight.

                        Old Abe, propping up the bar, chuckled

                        #512

                        SCHPOOOOOOOH!

                        In the saloon everybody became silent.

                        That noise was so awful.

                        What could it possibly be?

                        As Jo entered the saloon, he was startled by the unusual quietness of it. And he was even more startled to see Mc Gaughran covered with bandages, filthy and juicy bandages. He seemed quite paralyzed with terror. Did he see something horrid? He was coughing harshly.

                        Jo couldn’t help but laugh. And every one in the saloon began shyly to laugh also.

                        #510

                        :multimedia: Marvin Scrozzezi was considering a script that had been sent to him by his friend.
                        Betty, his assistant, had insisted that he reads it…

                        Seeing his current movie, it couldn’t be any worse in any case.
                        The title of the script cracked him up.

                        Ogregan, the Origeans

                        Marvin giggled, almost spluttering his smoking chai on the script.

                        He started to read the first paragraphs.

                        FADE IN:
                        EXT. WOODS
                        A big humphing man plunges into the woods. Twigs slap at him,
                        but the sound of gunfires keeps him going. Sheriff Marshall is
                        taking the lead, but an auburn haired man plunges into the woods
                        before him, followed by one dark-haired one. They are obviously
                        brothers. The older one is ELVIN STREWN, he is following his
                        younger brother with the lopsided hair, JAY STREWN.
                        JAY is shooting at the fugitive, ALDO MC GALLIGAN, a local
                        mobster known as the OGREGAN.
                        
                        Gunfire explodes in trees near the STREWN brothers, shot at them
                        by MC GALLIGAN, and they dive and roll into hiding under a
                        palisade.

                        Interesting stuff, wonders Marvin… That mobster looks like a fascinating character…

                        Flipping though the script he found page 57 another catching bit of reading…

                         DISSOLVE TO:
                        EXT. PROSPERITY BANK ; SHOT of a Texan bank on a quiet street.
                        INT. PROSPERITY BANK
                        There are three customers, male. Enters a MOTHER and her SON.
                        TELLER#1: What can I do for you Mrs MC GALLIGAN?
                        MRS GALLIGAN to her SON who is drawing on her dress: ALDO, will
                        you keep still for a moment, good for nothing!

                        Pfff, Marvin sighed, feeling bored.
                        Not long after, he was sound asleep, snoring loudly on the comfortable chair.

                        #507

                        Ted was quite fond of Ogrean.
                        Twilight was a bit sorry for the sheriff, for she had thought him a good guy at first,… whatever that means… but obviously he was a bit blinded by the slickness of the slimy condescending Pompousaur.

                        But something interesting had happened this day, and she wondered how it would change things again.
                        Apparently, from what she had caught from the scene, Ted had left the saloon in a cold rage, and it was quite obvious that the Pudgeon was a bit distraught… What could have moved the jovial sheriff like that?

                        When she and Anna were changing clothes behind the scene after the representation, Anna started to talk quite freely and unexpectedly about the accident.

                        — That Marshall guy is not as silly as he seems…

                        As she was more talking to herself, Twilight didn’t answer.

                        — What d’ya reckon? Anna asked more directly
                        — Oh me? I don’t really know what happened…
                        — Don’t play dumb with me, girl. You’re smarter than you wanna show.

                        Twilight took some time to ponder…
                        — I don’t think that Ogrean tried to bribe the sheriff, not as obviously…
                        — Yeah…
                        — Apparently, he started to explain the sheriff who he was supposed to arrest, and that didn’t please him the least.
                        — More likely, yes. Definitely sounds like him…
                        Anna?
                        — Yes?

                        Twilight almost wanted to tell her how she did understand Anna and how it must have been difficult for her with that child from Mc Gaughran, but she couldn’t express all of that.

                        Terry is sweet.
                        — Yes he is, he’s a lovely boy. I love him so much despite…
                        — I know.

                        When she came back to their ranch, Twilight felt relieved somewhat about what had occurred. Perhaps that this era of heavy cloaked ruthless order incarnated by Ogrean was coming to an end.
                        She was a hopeless dreamer.

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