Salinye

I really liked this. I recently posted my very first attempt at imagery. I think this is my favorite poem by you so far!!! Well done, and thank you for sharing. :0) I especially liked the last two lines. :0) ~Salinye

Signed simply, Your fan, ~Salinye

I really like the words and thought processes behind this. I know the form you chose was artistic and speaks volumes to you. I appreciate the uniqueness. I must echo GyrE in that it didn't completely flow off the lips. However, I think you've got the beginnings of something GREAT here. :0) Thank you so much for sharing! ~Salinye

WOO! Will get to it, M'lady. Thank you for sharing your wonderful vast poetic knowledge!! ~Salinye

The dryad's eyes bulged a bit at Tamaranis' bold suggestion. She replied coolly. "Sir, if I may call you that. I don't know who you are, or what business you have here, but I can assure you that you'll find no such creatures here at the hostel. If it's your goal to get the patrons worked up or stir up a bad reputation for the Manor, I can tell you...." Tamaranis stopped the woman's rant. "Very well. Handle it on your own. I care not of you or the Manor's reputation. If you think you can discern and perhaps dispose of a Kitsune if needed then carry on. I'll take my leave." With that he turned heading back towards the front door. He wore a smirk that the dryad servant couldn't see, for he knew she would stop him before he reached the intricate archway of the door. "W...Wait." She called out annoyed that she would need to indeed depend on his knowledge. The manor was not well guarded, for it was not a castle or keep. Even the limited protection they did have was not built to handle such threats as a potentially ill mannered Kitsune. "Very well, sir. I give you permission to seek out this creature if he indeed exists as you say. But I must inform you I plan on contacting the Lady Salinye immediately informing her of this situation. If she is to give the word and you are considered dangerous, you WILL be aprehended." The naive woman threatened. It was all Tamaranis could do not to laugh in the woman's face as all the staff of Custos Manor combined could not harm him. Playing her game he politely nodded his head solemnly answering, "I understand." With that the servant spun on her heels to make the rest of the staff, as well as Salinye, aware of the situation leaving Tamaranis to his business.

*tosses her shoe at Happy Buddha for Jakob* Happy Birthday!!! ~Salinye

I vote...if you write it you can post it and we'll enjoy it. :0) ~Silly Sally

As a mother of young children, I can tell you this is a mothers worst fear. Very powerful words, Chey. :0) ~Salinye

Salinye sat in a window seat of the lounge her chin resting upon her knees, which were tucked up to her chest and watched the sun rise. She hadn't been able to fall back to sleep after her nightmare, so she decided to take perch in the window, cracking it open a bit to let the cool breeze calm her mind. It was just as she was admiring the orange and yellow hues of dawn that a soft rapping brought her out of her reverie. tap..tap..tap.. Standing, the wizardess left her perch walking through the lounge into the entryway listening for the soft sound. Tuning her keen elven senses in with the immediate area only the soft rustle of her gown could be heard. The wizardess waited. tap..tap..tap.. Salinye's eyes narrowed a bit as she slowly turned her head to look at the large oaken entry doors. The hostel received many visitors at all hours of the day and night, however, the wizardess called spell of defense (or offense if it may be) to her mind causing her left hand to radiate with a dim red aura. Tucking that hand behind her back she stalked towards the door. tap..tap..tap.. Placing her right hand, which trembled ever so slightly, upon the brass latch she squeezed it and brought the door open finding herself looking into an empty courtyard. "I'm looking for..." came a small voice below her. Startled Salinye jumped back a step looking down to find a young female human child standing before her. The girl had blonde locks that matched Salinye's color, only the child's hair hung in ringlets rather than straight down her back. She was poorly dressed and quite dirty as well. Frightened a bit by the wizardess' reaction the girl took a slight step back biting her lip apologetically. "I…I'm sorry M'lady." Salinye quickly gathered her wits about her releasing the energy surrounding the hand behind her. Slowly she crouched down so as to be on even level with the girl and less intimidating. "It's quite alright, I am the one that should apologize. It is impolite to assume anyone calling on Custos Manor would be my height." Salinye smiled warmly hoping to ease the child’s discomfort. Smiling hesitantly the girl began speaking again as if she had rehearsed her assigned words on the way over. "I'm looking for the Lady Celestialgrace. I have a missive for her and can give it to no other." Salinye smiled silently wondering who sent this child messenger. Obviously poor, the child probably accepted the job eagerly in exchange for a few geld. "Well, you are in luck, little lady, for I am Salinye Celestialgrace. Pray tell, who has sent you?" The child smiled pleased to have found her and seemed eager to complete her mission. Reaching into her shabby brown jacket she pulled out a pristine white scroll sealed with a wax seal. Salinye took the scroll turning it to see that the symbol on the seal was that of The Pen. "Please, do not share this information with anyone. It is for your ben..ben.." The little girl stumbled over the last word finishing with, "..own good." With a quick curtsey she turned to scamper through the courtyard towards the woods. "WAIT!" Salinye called out rising to her feet lifting the sides of her gown so that she could freely run through the courtyard in pursuit of the child. "Please, come back. I would very much like to speak with you!" The little girl looked over her shoulder giggling she waved to the wizardess before disappearing into the enveloping darkness of the woods. Salinye stopped rigid just before entering into the shade of the trees calling out after the girl. "You really shouldn't travel through there alone!" The only response she was given was a now more distant giggle. Salinye stood silently weighing her options. Instinctively she knew the forest was dangerous, too dangerous for a young innocent child, too dangerous for an unarmed unprepared wizardess for that matter. A flashback of sitting upon a log a bit lost leapt into the elven woman's mind. The feeling of strong drow hands grabbing her from behind…Salinye shuddered at the memory. From above, a lone raven watched from its vantage in the branches. "That's right. Ruin my fun. Run right into the woods alone like the pale rot fool you are. Run into the woods alone so I can have you taken now like I did the first time." The necromancer said leaning forward anxiously staring into the hazy scrying mirror. Salinye shook off the eerie feeling of the memories deciding that if the child could make it through the woods to her safely, then she could make it back home. Glancing around f feeling suddenly vulnerable the wizardess turned to walk back through the courtyard at a determined pace. Treil laughed a dark laugh sitting back in his chair once again. "That's right. Run back to the "safety" of your blessed hostel. Allow me more time to work on you first." The drow mused to himself. Once inside the safety of her hostel Salinye broke the seal unrolling the scroll to read. My Lady Salinye Celestialgrace~ I pray this letter finds you well. Forgive the hasty penmanship in which this letter is written, I don't have much time alone. I'm sending this to you out of grave concern for your life. You have unknowingly surrounded yourself with dangerous people. I don't have time to explain much, but there are some tomes in the library here at The Pen you might find of interest. Start your search beginning with one titled "Gyrfalcon the Mad". "...the MAD?" Salinye said under her breath feeling her heart sink. She had become quick friends with the ranger wanting to trust him. "He's an elder, if he can't be trusted, then no one at The Pen can." She thought to herself saddened before reading the rest of the note. I'll send you information on the others as soon as I can do so without being caught. I'm sorry to drop this on you without further explanation. Just please, M'lady. I beg you to heed my advice. Just know, you have one friend here. I'll be in contact again soon. TRUST NO ONE. The letter was not signed. Salinye rolled the scroll back up and whispering a few words it disappeared into a place only the wizardess knew. An hour later Salinye stood once again in the foyer of Custos Manor. This time she had wore a magi robe and her hair was tied back. (All but the loose strand she could never seem to get to stay out of her face.) She had left instructions with her staff who knew how to run the hostel with or without her. They alone, also knew how to contact the wizardess at any given moment. Closing her eyes as the magic inducing words tumbled from her lips a portal opened up beside her. Simultaneously the front door of the hostel opened as a familiar looking woman dressed in white entered. If the wizardess hadn't been so focused upon her mission at hand she would have stopped to figure out how she knew her. Instead Salinye stepped into the portal, which would leave her standing outside the The Pen Castle. Meanwhile.... Somewhere within the dark woods that reside north of Custos Manor a giggling child, a magnificent beautiful child ran expertly through the forest. It was before unseen eyes that she morphed from her human form into that of a quick dark beast. Returning to you, master.

Tricksy Wench? *smiles innocently* But....it was just a simple poem about a boot.... ~Salinye

Keeping awing me with your wonderful works that is? I was very impressed with this first snippet you posted. I think it's my favorite thing of yours you've written. (Well that and mathmatical Faith, I still think that was brilliant) I sat reading your piece fully engrossed. I found I was disappointed when I got to the end because I wanted more. If it were ME voting (and it's not) but if it were, you'd have successfully passed your quill quest in my eyes already with that quality writing!!! I look forward to reading more from the other quill bearers!!! Thank you for starting such a creative piece!!! ~Salinye

Finnius, I LOVE it! Sorry I couldn't keep you company longer on IM, but I'm just not quite the vampire you are!! *grins* Oh, and by the way, you forgot the part where Salinye took that borrowed weapon and beat the snot out of a face painted black cloak wearing baddie. Just in case you need to edit! I can't wait to read more of your work, friend. ~Salinye

I'd love to hear your thought process behind this one, if you care to share. :0) I don't need to compliment you, you know I"m a psimon fan! ~Salinye

Sorry to be unoriginal, but I mirror Ashyla's comments. Nice job, Psimon!! ~Salinye

Oh, I really liked this one. The rythm of it is very steady, I found myself reading it to an increasing beat. :0) ~Salinye

Which IM? icq, msn yahoo, aol? Expand! ~Salinye

That's how much I am loving your story. Not only for the excellent writing but also for the amazing history. Thank you so much! ~Salinye

Fantasy is like a tall glass of water after an aerobic workout. You work so hard the refreshing water is all you desire, however, if you drink it too fast, you'll end up in pain.

Welcome, new friend! May I just say that you have successfully and chillingly captured a hell with outstanding imagery. Thank you for sharing, and I truly look forward to reading more of your work. ~Salinye

One delicate finger grasps the metal loop of the zipper giving it a gentle tug. Slowly descending the zipper parts the black leather oasis revealing a river of creamy white skin. Another hand flows down the river massaging the slender, well toned tired and achey form. As the zipper reaches its final destination, a narrow feminine contour. The woman sighs relieved gently twisting to free her leg from its leather-clad prison. *giggles* I've had this idea of an abstract imagery in my mind for a couple of weeks now. I only today finally sat down to transfer it from my mind to paper. It was originally titled "New Boots", but I didn't want to tell the title in advance. I wanted the imagery to speak for itself. :0) The idea first came to me a couple of weeks ago. I have a pair of black leather boots that stop just before my knee that I wear with dresses and skirts sometimes. One day at the end of a long day I was tired, my feet hurt and as I unzipped it the jumped out at me and I knew it wouldn't go away until I wrote it. Just a fun one, I hope it made you smile or laugh!! ~Salinye

Yes, my guess was "Don't count your eggs before they're in the basket." LOL :0) ~Salinye

Wow, the comments on this poem are excellent! Not sure I can add anything other than that I liked it. I too noticed the start of personal loss moving into a broader scope of discouraged loss. I'm one who thinks the past is to be cherished but not clung to. Embrace what's ahead rather? Interesting, the things we embrace today, we're forced to cherish tomorrow. ~Salinye

That one can be hear wrenching to anyone who has lost a baby....or two. Well written. ~Sal

Wow! That was really great. First of all to have the first word of every line forced to start with a specific letter, secondly to make the words flow poetry style, and thirdly to have it fit the theme of the two words. You have my applaud! ~Salinye

*smiles* Sweet and yet impactful. Takes talent to make such a strong statement in so few words. Very nice Cheyenne, and if those are true feelings of your heart, then may I offer you some comfort ~Salinye