Gwaihir

The chicken waits for blue, but the emperor of ice cream is more skilled.

The little girl runs into the field, butterfly net held high and hair streaming behind her. "I almost caught one!" She says excitedly. The grownups sitting and eating smile. They know she wasn't even close, but that doesn't matter. "Good job, honey!"

Looking at the shop window. The display gleams back at me, but somehow there is no shine; nothing to catch my eye. I walk on, disappointed.

As we kissed, I grasped his wrists and rubbed my hands up his arms. His sleeves slid up and suddenly the trails on his arm told me exactly why our relationship had problems.

She always did wonder why her mother had to name all female cats Sierra, even when she had more than one.

Unsense, is that like unscent? Because I've met some people who could sure do with being unscented.

If a creative and skilled wall/house painter were to drink some of their "paint thinner" while using JD in that way and given as many colors as they wanted, I wonder what would result.

Beware of making an invitation to the Gods. They might take you up on it.

He looked down at his pupil, and even as she cringed, she admired even the disgust that showed in every line of his gorgeous face. It was the most amazing thing she'd seen, although he looked like he'd caught her eating sh--. "How do you expect to be a properly gloomy vampire when you drink the blood of bouncy things like that?"

The door is open. It is smooth wood and varnished instead of painted, but the wood itself is of good quality and it matches the decor so well that probably few notice. The child outside the door watches closely peeping around it. She looks down at her feet for a moment, careful to stay outside the room, but quickly her gaze returns into the room.

A little purple fingerpuppet butterfly I have that flaps its gauzy wings when one waves ones finger.

*Gwaihir walks in and upon seeing Jechum blinks. In his surprise he loses his balance, first almost falling through Jechum then catching himself. Only to reel and tumble into Appy.

"Umm, sorry! I mean hello! Or sorry to you" (to Appy) and hello Jechum.

Or should I say hello to everyone else too? Umm, how about hello everyone!"

Someone stumbles over Snypiuer's foot as he listens to the answers he receives. He looks up at the speaker, slightly puzzled at how anyone could stumble over a foot that wasn't even sticking out.

"Sorry, sorry!" Gwai mumbles, coloring a little at his awkward entrance. "I'll be here sometimes, but a true gardener must follow where the plants are. Sometimes that can require long trips elsewhere. May your plants always bloom joyfully."

It's been a while since I was a regular here too but I'm still reading with interest and appreciation, Regel.

So I'm not the only one who missed this then. That's good .

Feel free to use Gwai despite the farsical way I usually portray him.

Koinonia

Now there's a name I didn't think I'd see again.

Welcome back, Stale! Good to see you; I mean, we can always use more peons *looks at Peredhil* mmm, I mean, more creative people!

Welcome back!

Inaction is surviving; action is living.

(Though, honestly my first thought was inaction is almost impossible for me and incredibly boring. Action is a lot more fun!)

Just to second what Tanny said, this was a fun read and I too hope that you continue.

A lovely fairy tale.

Dear Diary,

Found my way out of closet today. Think it may have been a while.

Still not dressed though. Probably should be. Will that mean returning into closet?

Also, how long has it been since I cleaned that closet out? The number of dust bunnies are disturbing. Must clean closet. I could have sworn they were moving.

Agenda:

Get dressed

Clean closet

Go to garden

Go to woods

Go to fields

Go to other plant related places

Eat?

Gwaihir strolled through, lost in thought.

"Questions? I have questions: How does one properly describe a tree? ... and from who's point of view should one describe said tree?"

Not very many people spell "orangutan" correctly

Never embarass someone if you want to maintain relations with them -- too many people hate you for that

Wheat pitas are disappointing

Noticed how often you walk into walls?

Told someone they smelt like urine?

Though they didn't mind being told so at all?

Noticed how bloody often parenting means doing things that you would never ever do for any other reason?