

Maestro -- PrologueShe slips through the shadows, a breath of night stolen from the sky itself. Her skin does not give her away, though it shines like the moon above. As she moves through the forest, her feet breeze over the leaves without any sound; it is as if she is floating, yet she is not. Her feet leave impressions upon the ground, much like those of fox or wolves. Each breath she takes blends into the wind, and she slips through the night like a shadow on the wind, a spectre given form, a ghost.Maestro -- Prologue
Her clothes simply add to the illusion; they cling close to her body, but flare out into wisps of thread when they reach her elbows and knees. Her h
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My LadyWhere do you go my lady? Do you see the hawk soaring On the wings of dreams Where will you go My Lady
What do you know?
Why do you show the world, Do you fly on the wings of beasts? Who can you call to find alone, When you see
Can you fly?
See how the wind will carry you home, It will find you, it will find your darkness, Why do you see the fading lovers behind the trees? Are you mad
Show me.
Oh, how the wind it blows, Calling the dreams of the broken, Lady, you walk in the forest alone, You are brok


The Lay of the Legend of AeranThere came from the ocean the people of Aeraeo, From the sea-elves Aeraeo came many a haeol, Then from a haeol came a boy named Aeran, Who sang such sweet songs as the ocean herself. His voice wove the waters as weavers might winde, Creating the pictures of places long past, And all of the peoples would still-swim and listen, So Aeran sang in motion and stillness. One ear among many belonged to a god, Whose mind was enchanted with voice and with song, As such that his tears were joined to the sea, This god then gave Aeran three tasks to complete. The first was to take theThe Lay of the Legend of Aeran
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...wait, did I just type that out loud?
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English doesn't borrow from other languages; English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over, and sifts through their pockets for loose grammar.
-James Nicoll
I am the butter on the toast of lies!
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Everybody lies.
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I am but a Shade, a shadow in the night..
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C'est la Vie!
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C'est la Vie!
This is Zari, BTW
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Resident Flying Ocelot Clarinetist, Young Fogey, Thesaurus Thrower, Chainsaw Demigoddess, and Deity Ex Machina. But you knew THAT.
I am many things. All of them hypoallergenic.
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*Ginz
He holds me when I start to cry, Makes me smile with just his eyes,
Shares my hopes, dreams and fears, Whipes aways all my tears,
I love him without regret, I just haven't found him yet.
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so suffer all the children and walk away a savior
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