Gwaihir

I regret the people I've yelled at and the feelings I've hurt. I don't wager that my life would be that much different if I hadn't, but still I'd be happy to think it'd not happened.

Run as you need to but some of us will still be here when you circle back.

"Grace of God" George muttered. "People have Died, what kind of grace of god is that? Who would think to mention god now? Sheer fakery I tell you, sheer fakery! What do you hide beneath your words sir? OOC: A vote for Markus-Deg

"You speak to crows? What sorts of minds do they have?" Gwaihir's eyes were sheer anticipation and very quickly the awkwardness was forgotten as the two were lost in deep conversation. Utter peace to walk in quiet converse through nature Gwaihir thought. The sun was shining cheerfully so all the plants around were happy. There was a mouse sitting and chewing on berries and he sat up and grinned at the two as they walked by. He recognized the elf and probably expected a response because Gwaihir always noticed animals or plants who addressed him. There's a first for everything though and Gwaihir did not even notice that there was a rodent laughing at him. However, it took a plant to tell Gwaihir that Zariah's stomach was rumbling in a very hungry way. Her words were too absorbing, all else was forgotten--particularly things like hunger--in the walk. Who would have ever thought that crows and sunflowers would react to each other that way! But, he was carrying a large tray with five or so different dishes (including a re-flipped omlette) and now was a logical time to eat. The two sat down--no not on the daisyies, they hate to be sat on, thank you--and spread the various foods out...and then stopped. Zariah looked up at Gwaihir expectantly waiting...he didn't notice. She paused a moment, and still no response so finally she grinned, maybe a bit shyly and asked "Did we bring silverware?" He blushed. "Umm...

Home is where I go to find the people who I know always care....sometimes. Other times home is where I go to find my things, my space, to find the spot where I organize my life. The comfortable spot. To me it all depends on whether we're talking about home as in a physical place that we live (if so I have no home yet, but will in a week or two) or home as the place we love.

How about I fall over before I get to you so that you don't get knocked to the floor again Congrats!

Happy Birthday Regel the mad. Always glad to have you around.

Have you ever collapsed yelling for help and then stopped to realize that help was already picking up your mess while you yelled? Have you ever tried to see how many people on trash can lids can hold on to each other and sled down a Steep hill? Have you ever broken a lightbulb with a towel...by accident? Have you ever stood in the middleof the snow, far away from everything and everyone and just yelled for joy?

Congratulations Tanny. You deserved it .

how awesome. Congrats! Yay for joyful distractions...even when they yell in the night...maybe .

Ntraveler, I have no problem with your believing whatever you want and I have no problem with you stating your beliefs, (as long as you do so in the proper threads, like this one) however politeness is absolutely necessary. Feel to pm any elder (or loremaster) if you feel frustrated or offended, but you got to keep it civil.

The official nonmember, he reads Yet he rarely posts. Really he won't even like that I wrote this If he even sees it. Oh well, I was feeling silly and Needing occupation.

Gallivanting after any new plant, While always trying to help others. And growing plants for every need. Instead much mess and silliness. Hearing every word plants think, Indeed the sloppiest elf runs happily into every tree.

George shakes his head and then twists the garish diamond on his finger. "I really really hate business deals like this. When things like this happen someone Always gets unfairly treated. This just isn't what I came here to play" (that with a rueful glance at his cards.) "I can't stand such matters but if I had to speak I'd be more suspicious of the one who spoke so very aggressively." OOC: A vote for the coyote.

The plump merchant-investor stares at the maid, rubs his eyes and then stares again. "It can't be! Murders don't just happen! This is horrible. I just came to get to know people, this was supposed to all be simple. I don't understand." His face looks preturnaturally pale and quickly the man reaches for his drink to steady himself. OOC:No vote yet.

George looked around, knowing no one, but then he saw the poker game. He smiled, these people clearly had money if they were playing poker. These would be good connections to make. He strolled over. "May I join you all?"

The only one I don't get is the pigs/pork one.

Gwaihr watched Zariah helplessly giggling and wondered. Well, I guess she isn't offended or mad at me yet. She seems to think I'm pretty funny though, and I don't think I've made any jokes recently. Perhaps she hates omlettes? Oh no! What if she does! Maybe I should have made her something else. I could have tried to make a souflée, those sound more fancy perhaps. But, they collapse if you jump or yell around them, so they'd probably collapse when I fell around them. Also, maybe it was good to stick to my rule of never using an oven. I can just imagine how many burns I would get...and my hands would shake more than usual since I was nervous. Oy! Well, I'm not really a vegetarian Gwaihir thought. I mean, I don't have an objection to eating meat, but just to eating kind animals that don't hurt other animals. I wouldn't eat a bear because they listen when I ask them not to eat me, but if tiger meat tasted good, I would have no problem with eating it. Still, I guess it all works out to be the same thing and it probably wouldn't be very romantic if I explained all that to her. But, what am I thinking? I'm sure she has no interest in me at all and I'm sure that she doesn't want a romantic date! She just wanted this date to support the pen, becuase that's where the geld she payed went. No interest in me at all, remember that, Gwaihir! He was mad at himself and certainly wasn't thinking all this to soothe his nerves. However, once he'd convinced himself that Zariah clearly had absolutely no interest in him, he wasn't nervous anymore and suddenly he sort of knew how to do this without being quite as awkward as he'd been before. It was high time since his Zariah was quickly falling to nervous pieces. No reasonable guy would have assumed that Zariah was giggling and blushing because she was disgusted or because she disliked Gwaihir. However, the clumsy elf was not a reasonable guy. "Oh! I didn't mean to offend you" he muttered, but that didn't help Gwaihir looked back and in his own silly way he found what to say. "Oh! You're like a plant, but ...but I don't quite know how to communicate with you like I do with the plants....and ....and you're ever so much prettier. OH, there now I've gone and done it. Now you're going to hate me. Well, ummm, I'll...get dinner!" Gwaihir turned and ran for the kitchen, as fast as an elf or a man who knows he's offended a woman. Normally, if Gwahir walked into the kitchen and saw Wyvern holding a cook by the ear and hissing cruelly, he would have either addressed Wyvern or left. However, today Gwaihir was too frazzled. His omlette was sitting on the counter, nicely heated up and he could (should) have just taken it, but there was a whole tray sitting nearby On it a fine italian bread sat next to a dish of sauteed peppers and other Gwaihir-safe vegetables on some sort of thin noodle with sauteed onions on the side. On the other plate sat fragrant brownies with carmel on top. Clearly they had something to do with Wyvern's plan because he was saying. "There! I WIll have these and with this food I am SURE to win." Gwaihir was no thief, but who wanted Wyvern to win....and he did feel sorry for that cook. Besides, Zariah might not like omlette! Gwaihir winked at the miserable cook and then whisked his omlette onto the tray and ran.

As Zariah left her room she offered Gwaihir her arm and he almost blushed as he took it. Everything was a big deal to him and this dashing lady had just given him her arm without even him having to ask. Was that just a casual thing? Was she being formal, he'd been told that at the kind of formal parties he was never invited to, it was quite common for men to take a ladies arm and walk her to dinner or out to dance. Surely Zariah didn't think he was quite that formal though? And regardless he was impressed that she let him so near her...I mean, wasn't she worried that he would steer her into a cake again? He looked down (though not too far down) at Zariah and smiled, "Well, I had an idea about what we might want to do tonight, but some people think my entertainments are weird, so if you don't want to I will Really understand. You may know of the jungle that is sort of near here?" Seeing Zariah's face, "Or you may not, I guess it isn't the kind of thing everyone would go to anyway, but there is a jungle near enough. It's such a wonderful place. Every plant there I can talk to and we could go converse with so many species. Just imagine a whole forest of verdant greenery all wanting to talk to you. And plants know ever so many things. I mean, have you ever thought about how different your point of view would be if you were a parasitical plant?" If Zariah blinked a bit at this, Gwaihir certainly didn't notice. "Mistletoe like plants...Well, I don't know how much you know about plants, but Mistletoe lives by drinking the strength of the Oaks it grows on. Sometimes it even kills the Oak but it tries not to because then the Mistletoe dies too. Parasitical plants like Mistletoe have the most interesting ethical debates. Some of them feel very bad that they're hurting their hosts and sometimes they try to live wholly off themselves and not to drink from their host...but that's pretty rare because they always die when they do that. Sometimes you'll even find a Mistletoe-Oak partnership. They fall in love and the Oak willingly supports the Mistletoe which is very careful not to take too much. The strangest things happen in the plant kindom!" Zariah blinked again. This was going to be a mighty odd date. Certainly Gwaihir was excited about this stuff and the stories he told made it seem like a world she'd never dreamed of. If Gwaihir would talk to plants for her then indeed that might be very interesting...but in a jungle? "Is this a real jungle?" she asked. After all, Gwaihir wasn't known for his thinking ahead or his practical nature. It would probably be best not to get eaten by roving tigers or anything. He nodded. "It is a real wild jungle but don't worry about the danger. The only predator types are grizzly bears." If Zariah was thrilled or relieved by that news she hid it remarkably well. However, Gwaihir went on. "Grizzly bears may eat meat but they don't have that cruel predator mind. Bears just blunder and want food. They don't hate or want the pain of their victims. All plant-eating animals I can communicate with. That means that if we meet a hungry bear, I'll just ask him not to eat us and to leave us alone. He may grumble, but he'll do it. Also, I'll ask the plants not to catch your dress on their thorns, so that'll be all right." She laughed. That certainly was a novel way of doing things. "Are we going to dinner?" she asked. After all, she certainly hadn't eaten yet. "Wwwell," Gwaihir stuttered, "I don't go to restraunts because there's just too much out there that I can't eat. I certainly don't want anyone to kill plants for me. They're sentient and they're beautiful...it would be like eating people. However, I don't mind eating vegetables and fruits as long as they don't kill the plant to do it. Also, I don't eat herbivores. I have too much sympathy with them. There are a lot of things I don't eat, but I wanted you to have a beautiful dinner, so I made us food and it's warming up downstairs as we speak. I was going to warm it up myself but some very nice person whose name I should know stopped me and said she didn't need me burning the pen down. If we go downstairs, we can take it and have a picnic omlette lunch in the jungle?"

George looks around at the current situation. There were certainly some people here, but not everyone probably. He had meant to be later. Ah well, so now was the time to politely do as much of the rounds as possible. He moved over towards the drinks table. A lot easier to do it all with a drink in his hand.

As George pulled up he snapped at his driver for not being quite close enough to the curb but in truth he was quite pleased. Tonight promised to be a great time to contact people. Some of these people would be well-off...and might have a business interest in him. Others might be suckers who he could persuade to have a business interest in him. The others didn't matter, but as George tugged on his gaudy rings, he didn't think there would be too many of them. He stepped out of the limo and pulled his cloak around him, looking himself over to make sure his appearance was perfect...Satin shirt-still spotless dark red perfection; black pants-the cut was still chic, but maybe that other pair would have been better to wear; black cloak-velvet is the richest fabric ever. Yes, George was very satisfied with his world as he entered the party room.

So who wants to write up a FAQ answer on this and PM it to me? First lucky person to call dibs on that here or to PM me an answer wins .

Never had Gwaihir been more relieved than when he knocked on Peredhil's door and saw it open. Maybe if he had been bit less relieved he wouldn't have run into the door as Peredhil opened it. That probably would have made an unsightly bruise but long before the spacier of the two had noticed it, his fellow had healed it. Peredhil smiled kindly as Gwaihir tried to remember what he had come about. ...ohhh yes "Umm, I've lost my pants.....I mean, I've lost my nice pants....well I stained them...oh my...I mean I have a date with Zariah tonight." If Peredhil chuckled slightly here his nervous companion didn't notice that either. "I mean, she'll look nice, she always looks nice." Here the blush got more obvious. "I mean, I never manage to look very nice and I always manage to offend someone...usually my date when I have one and I'm sure it would be quite bad not to wear pants...that is not to wear nice pants..Oh my!" Peredhil blinked slightly at the onslaught. "Stop and take a breath." His hand was calming and Gwaihir tried to look elven and composed. "When do you need the pants? I can take you to my tailor." "Oh, it's no hurry. I don't pick Zariah up until eight pm." "So, in five minutes? Then you don't even have time for London." Gwaihir gulped. He had no idea that he was doing so badly on time. Now no matter how quickly he dressed he would be late to pick up Zariah. He put his head in his hands, panicing, but fortunately meanwhile Peredhil was being more productive. When Gwaihir looked up, stuttering, he found Peredhil had left. 'And I didn't even notice' the confused elf muttered. 'Did I offend him? Should I go look for him?' But, in moments Peredhil had returned with a very nice pair of black dress pants. "I think 'Dan should be just your size." I hope Gwaihir stopped to thank Peredhil before he rushed out of the room to change and I wish he had thought to tuck in his shirt before he knocked on Zariah's door instead of only tucking it in as she came to the door. However, when she opened it, he was completely distracted.... OOC: No time, no time at all! GAAR. May edit if anything seems bad, but there at least I've gotten it posted.

As Gwaihir headed back to his room, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing but he knew there was something. Then he opened the door and saw the thirty postits on his closet door. If there had been only a few, he would have ignored them, but he knew that when he put that many postits up, it mattered. Every single one said "DATE TONIGHT. LOOK DECENT!" Gwaihir opened up his closet and blushed. He could wear the blue button down, that would be okay, but what to wear for pants? Every pair of pants he had was a pair of gardening pants or they had huge rips in them....and there was the pair of pants that still had cake stains... Zariah seemed pretty neat, so the goofy elf knew he HAD to get some decent pants or she'd probably be disgusted or something. Gwaihir set off to borrow a pair. First door he saw was Finninus' so he knocked. The blue mage laughed cheerfully at the elf's predicament, but he laughed harder at the idea of Gwaihir wearing his pants. He held up a pair to illustrate. They were so short that the pants would have made a great pair if one wanted to wear shorts. Next door was Tzimfemme's and Gwai almost knocked on it before he realized why that one wouldn't work. Gyrfalcon probably would have been the right height and he was nice enough to lend a pair....but a knock on his door gave no results. Orlan laughed and might have helped...but he'd lost his so he couldn't. Gwaihir thought a while and tried to figure out who else he knew well enough to ask... And then the obvious hit him. Peredhil....of course. He was way too nice to refuse and his pants would be nice to boot.

I'll play a merchant-type.