#get up and/or dive again to repeat or the farce ends when i manage to leap on top of the ball and get it in my possesion

[cinnabeat]

anyways i woke up this morning with 2 hours of sleep and really fucking hungry and The Shakes

[ailhadefergus]

Dream Walker: The First Dream

Thariel raised his mug of ale and drunk it all in one single gulp as his friend Morgrin watched him behind his second swallow in a role.

"Ah lad, ye ain’t a drinker of these kinds of ales. Ye’ll drop to yer side fer sure… hahaha. Ye darn elves are better to drink your fresh water than these mugs of ale…"

Thariel knew he was right; the room of the Southshore Inn was already spinning like cougar after its tail…

"Well, my friend,” Thariel said, “ I had enough for tonight and tomorrow I need to go to Thousand Needles. So I’m heading back to Menethil, to sleep at the Inn there”.

Thariel paused and as he looked straight into his friend’s eyes with a sad smile, he said “Thank you for being such a good listener, Morgrin. I’ll see you soon”.

Morgrin put back his mug on the table as he watched his friend leave the inn. Thariel was heartbroken. Aye, lad, ye have good taste. She’s a darn good lassie, and a skilled hunter as ye won’t find better anywhere, but she couldn’t let herself love you now, not even if she was inclined to do so…

Thariel reached for the gryphon that he had rent for the flight to Menethil Harbour, and forced the animal to rise into the night sky, the coldness of the night’s breeze chilling the ale’s fire inside of him.

As he watched the lands below, he thought of his father and about the message he had sent him, requesting Thariel’s presence before his elders at Darnassus. What would be so important to be summoned to his House now, Thariel thought. The elders were wise and were expecting some reports about his journeys through Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms, so that might be it. But he had sensed some urgency between the lines of his father’s summoning, and that was getting him to a state of uneasy vigilance. 

Finally he reached the harbour and walked to the inn. He managed to get a bed in the same room as another patron, which was already snoozing when Thariel reached for his bed. As he covered himself with the blanket in the bed, he thanked the ale for his numbness, which would surely make him enter fast into the realm of dreams.

 All was there: the high moon stretching through the crest of the Moonglade trees; the crack of the fireworks dancing through the skies; the stars telling their story for all to see. And Jordiane was walking away, to sleep over in that Inn tonight.

 The way she moved gracefully, as feline as her Swiftpaw by her side; the way her hair shone in the moonlight. All was there, even the pain in his heart, for her words “Promise me that we will always be friends”. Ah, the eternal words for a sweet denial. And again, the tears dropped one by one, caressing his face downwards.

But then she stopped. She was crying.

What is this?, Thariel thought, She didn’t cry once.

But before he could sense anything more, she looked at him, smiling. That smile, the sweet smile of love: she was crying out of joy!

Thariel began to feel his blood rushing through him, like the waves of a stormy sea.

Jordi began to move towards him, her face blushing, her eyes shining. She walked slowly, gently, her eyes diving into his.

Thariel began to walk towards her. It was a bold move on his part, for she had just rejected him; but she was giving him all the signs of being interested in him: lips slightly open, eyes shining, hands open towards him…

Jordi had reached him by that time. Ever smiling a sweet heart smile, she asked

 “Why do you keep writing such sad poems, when I’ve told you that I need to feel happy again? They are beautiful, yes, but I would like you to stop writing them, if you value our friendship.”

These last words stroke Thariel like a trolls’ arrow and his senses told him something was terribly wrong. Without thinking, he instantly moved backwards, away from her, reaching for his swords, which weren’t there.

“Who are you? You are not Jordiane!”, Thariel yelled.

Without reacting to the sudden burst of Thariel’s anger, she asked:

“What are you saying, my love? Is this not what you wished for? Is this not the answer to the question I asked you earlier, when you did not finish your sentence about something you were wishing for?”

The question stunned Thariel temporarily. And so she continued, sibilant:

“Am I asking too much when I ask you to stop writing your poems? Are they more valuable than my love?”

Jordi’s love was not possible; that much he knew, from the talks he had with Eireth, Oronil and Morgrin. The simple truth behind this thought freed his hunter senses, and he began sensing a daemon’s presence. He could almost let it overlooked, for it was a very dim sensation, as if some powerful force hid it. But it was there, there was no doubt now.

Thariel moved back a little more, struggling with his own emotions, which were trying to throw him into Jordi’s arms.

“Show yourself, daemon! I can sense your action here. This is not Jordi before me. End this now!”   

“Aaaaah, enough of this farce”, said Jordi, with a terrible and distorted voice,“YOU WILL DO AS I COMMAND!”

As Moonglade and its lunar festivities slowly distorted themselves into a black, shocking mist, a shade appeared where Jordi stood.

Slowly an incantation began to form itself, worming its way through Thariel’s mind, repeating itself increasingly  “Metel mitruod argos enethiel, ashantre emiruth, ashantre emiruth Thariel!”.

“You will not destroy what I have been working on, lowly bard!”

As the incantation rose in strength, Thariel kneeled in pain, his head bursting in waves of madness. But within his pain, Thariel saw a panther, slowly prowling behind the shade, which seemed to be unaware of it.

“You shall not bring her happiness!”, the shade continued, “Speak not her name, write not her name, or you will speak and write no further!”, the shade’s voice echoed inside his mind. “YOU WILL BE SILENT…”

When the incantation was reaching its climax, the panther attacked the shade, while yelling,“Wake up, Thariel, wake up. Abandon this dream now!”

As Thariel swirl out of the land of dreams, he could only think: Father?

Thariel woke up, drawn in sweat, screaming.

The patron, who should have been sleeping next to him, and the innkeeper were looking at him somewhat worried.

When Thariel tried to explain what happened, he found himself unable to speak…

FMcK (21/02/2006)