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Posted: 28-Mar-2005, 09:02 PM
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Mistress of the Hearth Fires, Dreamer of the Woods
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The lady smiles as Ham brings her a fresh glass of her favorite, Bailey's. She raises it to the Wizard, and says "Thank you, dear Sir. Good health to you always, and may your owls obey you! " Glancing fondly now towards the Jester as he stretches, she turns to the Lady in White. Softly, she tells her "Our dear Jester is an excellent dancer, my Lady, and a true Gentleman. He could give you a fine whirl, and return you laughing and breathless. Or do you prefer to wait for someone else?"
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Look with the eyes of a child. 'Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day, and especially the night.' -- A Knight's Tale "I talk to you as I talk to my own soul...and, Sassenach,” he whispered, “your face is my heart.” -- Jamie Fraser, "Dragonfly In Amber" by Diana Gabaldon  @Dremnghrt on Twitter, Dreamnghrt on tumblr - come say Hi! |
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| Dreamer1 |
Posted: 28-Mar-2005, 10:01 PM
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Mistress of the Hearth Fires, Dreamer of the Woods
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As she was speaking to the Lady in White, the lady dreamer suddenly felt the faintest brush of - something - perhaps a tingle? pass by her cheek. She wondered what she'd felt, or if she'd even felt it, and her gaze was drawn to the Jester. He had stopped stretching, the crease of his brow had relaxed, and he smiled with relief. She turned slightly towards the Lady Danann, as the sensation had seemed to emanate from her direction. Lady Danann's eyes clouded very briefly, she tensed a moment, then was herself again. All this had passed in a blink, a heartbeat, and the lady wondered whether she'd really felt it at all?
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| Dreamer1 |
Posted: 25-Oct-2005, 08:11 PM
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Mistress of the Hearth Fires, Dreamer of the Woods
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A chilly, somewhat damp breeze blows suddenly through the quiet pub. A lady in a blue cloak hurries inside, quickly shutting the door firmly behind her. She pauses a moment, looking around the silent pub. It's been such a long time since she was last able to relax here, enjoying the company of good friends. It saddens her to see the empty rooms, and she begins to cross the floor towards the memory of laughter and music. Suddenly she sees a familiar face, laying on the bar, and realizes good Hamm, the barman, has fallen asleep. Smiling, she quietly stands before him and gently nudges his shoulders. He stirs a little groggily, until he sees who's woken him, and she says . "Hello, and well met again dear Hamm. You need a bit of company! I've brought some few little things from my garden for you, just to help celebrate the season." From the inside of her cloak she produces a bundle of mottled corn, several tiny pumpkins, and a small handful of dried chrysanthemums. Laying these on the bar, she asks "Would you happen to have any pumpkin soup, or some good hot stew? This weather has given me chills!" Hamm smiles warmly, winks, and hurries off to stir up the fire for her. In just a few breaths she's settled in her favorite chair by the fire, feet propped up, her favorite drink at her elbow, and the smell of good hot stew in the air. "Heaven! Now, to the business of gathering friends...." Out of another pocket come the marshmallows and a convenient stick lays waiting....
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| silverdragon |
Posted: 26-Oct-2005, 01:38 AM
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The Silver Dragon folds her wings and enters the pub. She makes her rather large way to her favorite corner booth. She looks tired; her wings droop, her scales are tarnished.
"Hamm, old pal, how about a hot tea with cinnamon, please?"
She then notices the Dreamer sitting with toasted marshmallows.
"How lovely to see you again, my dear! It's been too long."
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Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
~ J.R.R. Tolkien
My blog: Almost, but not quite, entirely unrelated to filmmaking
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| Dreamer1 |
Posted: 27-Oct-2005, 07:53 PM
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Mistress of the Hearth Fires, Dreamer of the Woods
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"Everything's normal, which is to say chaotic and always something going on! Children do have a way of keeping life lively. Yesterday it was June and they were just finishing their school year, worrying about not seeing their friends every day. This morning I woke to find it's October already, and the end of the month to boot! Time goes so fast." She pauses to take a drink, and sadly says "I'm so sorry about your pet. Is there anything that can be done?"
Hamm, watching discreetly from the bar, senses the need for bright, airy music and begins to play.
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