WrenWind

happy B'Day

*chuckles and doesn't believe that by any measure*

I am honored by your gift. Wren touches Yan Yan's cheek gently. Thank you very much. With a small flash of her purple eyes Yan Yan's armour is fixed. Happy Valentine's Day

love it! want more! *hugs*

Purple is Wren's ,Black is Wyvern's contribution. Thanks Wyvie! Wren was getting tired but almost everything was in place. She had been running around like a mad woman for the last few days trying to get everything in place for her date with Wyvern. 1. rented the local alchemists shop 2. collected a slew of different ingredients from all over the place even using her key and stepping into the shard relm to get a few things there. 3.evacuated the town 4. set up a few protective spells to make sure the building would stay standing 5. Warned Peredhil that his date might be a little late 6.set out every thing ...the perfect labratory Now all she had to do was deliver the card to Wyvern Wyvern my dear Your date has been set Please bring your safety googles We have things to make Meet me at the old Alchemist shop in the village Noonish Wren Windsong Wyvern skip-hop-jumps along towards CooCoo Kameeli's shop "Alchemy R Us," pausing at the gates of the village/scientist-retirement-home of BeakerBane and anxiously glancing in both directions. The last time the overgrown lizard had come here, he had attempted to market off Almost Dragonic Brand Stainless Steel Laboratory Coats™ and had been quickly chased off of the grounds by Dr. Schmittstein and a large, titanium robot. Nervously adjusting the collar of his token Hawaiin T-shirt, Wyvern sniffs in the familiar scent of sulfuric acid as he cautiously moves one foot through the gate, sighing with relief when no alarms are triggered and stepping into the town. Glancing left and right, the lizard is surprised to find that the cobblestone streets are eerily deserted, and twitches with anticipation as he moves full speed ahead towards the familiar shop. Contemplations of the phrase "things to make," accompanied by thoughts of Wrenwind in a tight nurse's outfit, cause Wyvern to jitter as he arrives at the familiar iron gate entrance of Dr. Kameeli's Alchemy shop. Brushing off the dust from his Hawaiin outfit and clearing his throat of a few ashes, the lizard quickly turns to a garden of plants located directly outside the shop and picks several experimental flowers, gathering them into a bouquet as he knocks on the gated entrance with a claw. "Oh Wreeeennnnwiiiiinnnnd" calls Wyvern, his scaly lips plastered into a sinister grin of razor-sharp teeth. "I'm here, and I brought flowers and a whole portfolio of google searches on the word 'Safety!' Couldn't find any definition for it, though... Say, what have you got cooking in there? I must say, this isss quite a kinky choice of location..." ;-) Wren pops out from behind a counter. She is dressed in a long white lab coat and has protective eye-wear on and a large pair of thick rubber gloves. "Oh! Hello! You came a little early but that's fine. This lab is all yours for the day. I have aranged to have any ingerdient you can think of so you can create what ever you like. I will help you with what ever you need." Wren holds out a lab coat specially made for Wyvern. "First things first! Lets get you all suited up." Wren smiles. Wyvern scratches his scaly chin and stares at Wrenwind rather glumly, his diabolical mind disappointed by her manner of dress as the pretty nurse image is quickly overthrown by her formal scientific attire. Nodding to her safety statement and flashing an almost dragonic smile back, the overgrown lizard tosses the bouquet of freak experiment flowers onto a nearby lobotomy table and turns so that his back is facing Wrenwind. He then stretches out his scaly arms and wings, and gleefully hisses: "Sssounds good to me. 'Lets'!" Wrenwind stares at Wyvern in silence for a good five minutes, maintaining her position and holding out the lab coat as she quaintly smiles. When it registers in her mind that the lizard isn't budging, her smile slowly fades and she lets out an aggitated sigh. Her frustrated fists crinkle the newly ironed lab coat as she approaches the lizard, unfolding the coat as she attempts to find some way to cover his wing span. "Wyvern" mumbles Wrenwind as one of Wyvern's wings jerks, causing what might have been a perfect fit to become undone. "I don't mean to be rude but... I don't suppose you could put on the lab coat by yourself?" "Nonsense!" hisses Wyvern back, turning his head and winking as another fit comes undone. "I want to extend our date as long as possible. Besides, I'd like to indulge in a moment of luxurious treatment." Wrenwind frowns and stomps a foot on the ground as another fit comes undone, turning the lab coat sideways in the hopes of somehow trapping the lizard in it. "Fine." Wrenwind scowls as Wyvern's tail undoes another fit. "Well, let's make use of this time anyway. Have you thought of what you're going to create in the lab?" "Patience, dear Wrenwind" Wyvern sticks out his forked tongue and snickers, placing a claw at his chin in a thinking lizard's posture. "Hmmm... I think I'm going to aim for a love formula, one that instantly makes a gal fall deeply in love with whoever it is that first speaks her name. Preferably, the formula would have an aroma irresistable to humans..." Wrenwind stops her attempts at fitting the lab coat for a moment as a look of horror overcomes her face, accompanied by a slight blush. "Errrr... I, uhh, don't know if the ingredients are available for that. That is, I mean, I wouldn't know how to make it or anything. Heh." "Awwww, that's a bummer." Wyvern fidgets in disappointment, causing another perfect lab coat fit to come undone. "How about this then: I'd like to concoct a perfume that makes one absolutely irresistable to any women within a ten foot range. Have you got a formula for that?" Wrenwind cringes and bites her lip, practically tearing the lab coat in half as she contemplates ways to respond to the lizard. Neither Wrenwind nor Wyvern notice the bouquet of mutant flowers as it slowly crawls off of the lobotomy table, slithering to the laboratory floor... Finally in total exasperation Wren's eyes flash and the lab coat crumbles into ta pile of ash and dust. All that is left is a the carefull hand embroidered name tag. The tag floats gently down landing in the palm of Wyvern's paw/hand. He looks at it curiously and flusters as he reads it "Made with love for Wyvern to commemorate out first date. Wren Windsong" Wren turns and begins to arrange herbs and other ingredients on the nearest lab table. " I may not have the stuff for a love potion of the kind you seek but we may be able to cook up something saleable. I have a potions book here maybe you could find something fun." Wren finds a good sized beaker and fills it with water and looks back at Wyvern a little puzzled. "I though I had seen a bouquet of flowers in your hand. I must be tired and seeing things" Wren hair suffering from the stuggle with the ill fated lab coat falls in her face and she tucks a curl behind her ear. Wyvern watches Wren carefully and notices not for the first time the necklace that she always wears. Wyvern cringes as he slowly turns the "Made with Love" tag in his claws, his scaly visage contorted in a mixture of regret and fascination; regret directed towards his actions, fascination at the concept of instantly dissolvable lab coats. Quickly jotting down the idea of disposable lab wear on a note pad for future sales campaigns, the lizard turns his thoughts to ways of making up to Wrenwind for his behaviour. Tapping a scaly foot on the ground and scratching his chin, the lizard perks up at Wrenwind's flower bouquet comment and notes: "Why yes, I brought you some. They're right over there." He carelessly waves a claw towards the lobotomy table, not realizing that they've vanished and not turning around. "In terms of formulas: how about a potion that straightens hair that's in disarray? Hmmm, lemme see that book." Wyvern turns to the large book that now lays on the table of beakers and begins flipping through it, pausing when he arrives at a page dealing with hair potions. The lizard quickly begins mixing formulas left and right as Wrenwind raises a finger to speak, and pauses as his eyes meet an unexpected ingredient. Wyvern turns towards Wrenwind, eyeing her curiously until a mischevious gleam enters his eyes. "Says here one of the ingredients is the jewels of a fine necklace." The lizard stretches out a claw and taps at the necklace hanging around Wrenwind's neck, moving in close to examine it. Carefully darting his eyes at all areas of the necklace, the lizard inspects it for a good seven minutes before Wrenwind stammers: "W-Wyvern, the necklace is not for experimental purposes" Wyvern perks up his head, meeting with Wrenwind's eyes for a moment. "The neckla- oh, oh right the necklace." Wyvern blushes a little, his claw letting go of the necklace and accidentally coming into contact with the area directly below the necklace before pulling away. "Wh-what's so special about the necklace? I mean, other than that it's worth geld of course..." Looking down where Wyvern's claw brushed across the top of her busom Wren notices a small drop of blood. Rather than wiping it away she leaves it there as it doesn't seem to be gettig any bigger and is in no danger of dripping on her clothes.A ruby drop on alabaster skin. From her pocket she pulls another necklace and hands it to Wyvern. "Here this should work for you potion. The one I wear was a gift given me many years ago. When Terra still lived and time reset. Those mages that could came back did and tried to remake thier kindoms I met a Lord who took my heart and gave me this necklace. The world is long gone, the castles are no more and the lord died. So I wear this in rememberance of the times , the people met , songs sung in joy and battle, hearts broken and mended over time." Embarassed by the emotion such memories evoced Wren shakes it off and smiles. Wyvern takes the necklace fron Wren and swiflty pops the jewel out tossing it in his beaker and then looks at the chain it was on and slips it into his own pocket When Wren looks away. "Wyvern do you hear that scratching noise ? Over in the corner. I didn't order any live ingredients . " Wren shivers. "I don't like creapy crawly things" "Just you wait, Wrenny." Wyvern rubs his scaly claws together in anticipation. "This formula will be one of the livest messy hair straighteners available!" Wrenwind's final comment goes unnoticed as Wyvern begins fully concentrating on concocting the formula at hand, running back and forth with beakers and fiddling with bunsen burners. Once a pinch of yeti hair has been added to the formula and a bubbling begins, the overgrown lizard grabs a nearby martini mixer instrument and tosses the concoction in, shaking it well and adding a touch of Bruteweiser. Finally, the lizard pours the resulting liquid into a beaker, and holds it up proudly with a claw for Wrenwind to see. "Wrenwind, I apologize for the manner that I made your hair suffer earlier." Wyvern bows, humbly extending the hair-straightening experiment with his claws. "Here, try thi-" The overgrown lizard is interrupted as a gang of mutant flowers tucked into a bouquet rushes across the table of beakers, catching Wrenwind off-guard and taking Wyvern completely by surprise. The plants ricochet off of a circular test tube and jump towards Wyvern's beaker, landing within the liquid of the hair-correcting formula. The lizard cries out and drops the beaker in an instant, causing it to shatter and spill over the floor. "Argggh!" cries the overgrown lizard, pulling at his scales and seething. "Sorry Wren, I-" Wyvern goes silent as he and Wrenwind watch the mutant plantlife slowly dissipate into the cracks beneath the floor, along with the liquid that it bathed in. Only moments later, the area of the floor into which it seeped begins cracking open and sprouts a tiny tree, which bears wigs made out of yeti hair instead of fruit. Wyvern stares at the tree for a long moment in utter fascination, then hesitantly reaches out a claw and plucks off one of the wigs. "Errrr..." Wyvern turns to Wrenwind, biting a scaly lip and holding up the wig. I, uhh, I don't suppose you'd be interested in one of these?" Wren watches the tree grow taller and push itsef out through the skylight with total facination. "Uhm! Sure just a minute Wyvie" With som effort Wren pulls her tangle of curls into a bun and slips the yeti hear wig on. She turns to Wyvern. "Well what do you think?...*choke....gasp...giggle....sputter* "Now don't you look handsome with long straight hair. I declare the experiment a success. we will just have to havest the wigs and you will be able to sell them for the next festival. You could probably even dye some of them different colours." Wren giggles some more as Wyvern tries to adjust the wig just so while he looks at his reflection on the side of a beaker. Wren carefully cleans up the lab so that the owners don't have to and hops they don't mind too terribly that a tree no grows in the center of it. Wyvern collects all the wigs and puts them in a basket trying to calculate how much gold he will make with them. Every once in a while he pushes the wig back into place and preans in front of a little mirror that he found tucked under a scale while raching for one of the wigs. "Wyvern I hope you enjoyed our time together. I certainly have. I have one more thing for you. Pleas put the basket down for a minute." Slowly Wren walks closer to Wyvern and then pulls up a chair in front of him. She climbs up onto the chair and wraps her arms around his neck and gives him a very long almost passionate kiss. Some sparks fly around thier heads ans Wren works a little magic. Th little drop of blood collleced from Wyverns unintended scratch hardens and becomes a jewel shaped like a heart. The hand sewn patch she had made for the date floats out of Wyvern's pocket and into the air where the heart jewel attaches itself to it replacing the "o" in the word LOVE. Wren whispers in Wyverns ear "Happy Valentine's Day my secret Valentine" She kisses his cheek, hops off the chair and grabs a basket of wigs to carry back to the Pen. "Ready to head back?"

Intresting and creative.

Rune!! *scoops her up and hugs her tight * good to see you again little one.!

Up and down I go In and out of every room The basket is over-stuffed The floor needs a broom And all I can think of Is the impending doom Of not having clean socks For kids that have to zoom ..... Laundry is never ending

*smiles* Well done inside and out

silence is such a rare thing motors hum pipes still ping out side the snow blankets all muffling the sound of city tall but still the sound of the bustle comes from all around some times I need to hide from all the noise and people tide walk in the wood lie down in the loam silence is good

22 guess i'm older than dirt too. Watched Howdy Doody on a little black and white TV ..we were the only house with a tv on the street for a long time and when colour TV's came out my Dad got one right away. Every saturday night his friends would come over to watch hockey. *smiles* Who remembers Mr. Greenjeans?

Welcome back *hugs*

Overwhelmed by the song it takes Wren a day to recover and say "Thank you so much. That was beautiful." Then she runs around the room and hugs everone saving the last for Peredhil and he gets a kiss on the cheek too.

70 *with a signal to the auctioneer*

Wren stands in the back of the room and looks straight at the auctioneer . "50 is my bid!"

Happy Birthday Hon *Huggles*

ninja would win because they are trained disciplined fighters

Add me please

Wren thinks maybe she had better go out with Wyvern first just in case she needs Peredhil's healing skills afterward *chuckles*

* runs off to think about this * I don't want to die

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Happy New Year! *lifts her glass to toast the year gone and one comeing in* "Courage for those who need it. health and happiness to everyone."

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