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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:57 pm
shia picks up her journal again and adds the encounter with kero into her writing... knowing that one day she will need all this to see her through a rather dark time....
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:28 pm
Ominous....
*Soon after she finishes, she hears a beautiful sound...Kero is playing his pipe again...and playing a sweet song...*
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:35 pm
she snatches up her own and sneaks out to where he is playing a light descant to his melody....
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:49 pm
*Kero sjoles when he sees her, moving into her favorite song...he knows it, because he heard Tam play it...*
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 5:56 pm
and shia joins in with a big grin... it is a dance tune and they soon have all the little quets spinning in lively circles....
(i've put up a new pic in photobucket... in the family album... i got a good one of the baby today...)
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:13 pm
*Finally, after many hours, Kero stops playing, piping a lullaby that sends his family to sleep*
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:20 pm
shia sighs and giving him a quick hug tiptoes back to her room... where she tucks her pipes under her pillow and tries to go to sleep
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:20 pm
*And soon, she does...Kero's voice is good for that...*
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:33 pm
but her dreams are plagued by shapeless dark figures and she is soon back in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator, looking for something cool to drink wondering what her dreams meant.....
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:37 pm
*Kero is still there, sipping a small glass of water*
Something on your mind, Shia?
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:45 pm
she colors a little and shakes her head no, but her eyes are dark with worry and she seems out of sorts.... she finds a pitcher of juice and pours herself a large glass then joins him at the table... you're up late, uncle kero... she says with a soft sigh
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:51 pm
*Kero huckles*
I don't need much sleep...nor do I desire it...too many dreams about Me, Stella, and Emnast...
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 6:54 pm
tell me about them, uncle... please... it might hurt though... so if it does don't but ma always says that telling one's story helps put things in perspective.... each time ye do ye learn something anew
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 7:04 pm
*And so Kero tells the story of his childhood...his older brother Emnast...and his baby sister, Stella...including a humourous account of how Emnast had hatched...mooning the world...and of Luciel's first word...said during an argument their parents were having...and of Stella's first steps...how she stepped on Emnast's tail as she walked...*
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 7:09 pm
ye were happy back then right? says shia softly turning her glass about in her hands... when did it all go bad... i mean what happened... iffin yer half copper and gold the others had to be as well.. so ye at least had each other... right?
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