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primrosella) wrote2009-06-06 02:20 pm
primrosella) wrote2009-06-06 02:20 pm
Quest 089
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Mmm, so that's what Neil's society of dead poets is all about.
It's a little strange, I suppose--I've never been part of a secret society before, much less one that sneaks out at night to read poetry. I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting it to be like, before I went last night; something more like a performance, I suppose, and less like...well. It was fun, really. And of course, it's fun to listen to performances of poetry, but this was different. This way, someone would read a poem and sometimes it reminded you of another, and if it did, you were welcome to find it and read that, too--and talk about it, and think about it, and so on. And sometimes you'd find poems that went well together, and others you'd find ones that worked in contrast, and it was all just great fun.
And it was rather fun to see the people, too, and listen to the poems they'd brought with them. I suppose a poem can say a great deal about a person that finds it meaningful, can't it? Cain's turned out to be lovely but dark, striking but lonely. Neil's...that one he read to me was melancholy, but beautiful in its own way, and there was that theme again--carpe diem.It really is so important to him, isn't it? And to Todd, too... And what a surprise to run into Arthur's ward? charge, Anne, who had the whole story of the Lady of Shalott memorized--imagine! She seems a very clever girl, too, that Anne. A bit dramatic, perhaps...but then, I rather was, too, wasn't I, when I was younger? And she's an orphan, besides, poor girl. Still, she seems happy enough here, so that's something.
Though it begs the question, I suppose, what my own poems said about me, in the same way? The one I'd planned to read...there was something about it that struck me, something quiet and beautiful and familiar--"You will hear the beat of a horse's feet / And the swish of a skirt in the dew / Steadily cantering through / The misty solitudes". The first time I read those lines, it made me want to go for a ride myself! I'm glad I picked that one after all, though, and that it fit so well.
It was wonderful fun, though, slipping away for a night like that. Still, if we're to be doing this on a regular basis, as Neil suggested, I think I'll have to try to arrange something with one of the others, and see if they can't walk with me home in the evenings. Last night was fine, of course, and I know I'd be perfectly fine on my own any other time, and I can take care of myself, but...well. I did promise to be careful, and my stone isn't ready yet. And it's better safe than sorry, after all.
Mm. I can hardly believe that it's been a month now, since he found me. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. It'd be nice to hope that perhaps he's decided to keep away from me, or that I'm of no use to him...but that would be lying to myself, I think. I know better than to start believing that. And it'd be dangerous to grow complacent, when I know he's still...well. In any case, I'll feel much better once I get my necklace done.
At least all I still need to do is find that jeweler. I think I might've found one, but I wasn't able to get in to see him today.Those awful people--what were they doing, fighting like that?! Well, in any case, I've read the spell enough times now, so I'm certain I can do it right. I won't rush and I won't get distracted; if I can just focus, just enough to work the magic, it'll all be fine. And then I'll have something, at least.
Until then...well, no, even after I do, I still need to be careful. That's...just how things are now, I'm afraid. Still, I won't have as much to worry about, I don't think, once I get that ready.
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It's really quite something, how time seems to fly by, isn't it? Sometimes it's hard to believe I've been here over ten months now, or that I've been rehearsing my lines for the play for almost two, or that I've been eighteen years old now for just a little under three. But that's just how things go, isn't it? Time never stops moving, and we all go right along with it.
Of course, on the other side of things, it's only a few weeks left until the play! Which means I can begin feeling a little nervous about it, I suppose. I know there really isn't any reason to be, since we've all been practicing so much and I'm sure I'll remember all my lines when the time comes to perform. It's more of a nervous excitement, I suppose, that comes with the opportunity to try something new and different that one's never done before.
Oh, and speaking of practicing for things--Neil, we've got just under two weeks to be ready for Blue's swing dance competition. I know we'll end up doing just fine, of course, but practice makes perfect! And it's always fun to dance, anyway.
Still, I think it'd be better if practicing--or any errands, for that matter--waited until tomorrow. I'm not sure if this is a curse or something else entirely, but people seem to be acting very strangely today.To put it nicely. I stumbled across a jeweler's shop the other day and I was hoping to go run an errand there this morning, but I ended up being delayed because two men in leather clothes decided to have some sort of swordfight in exactly that location, and they were throwing knives and firing guns, I think, and smashing windows and all sorts of awful things--lots of kicking and yelling and all that. Honestly, what a mess! I left as quickly as I could, after seeing it, and I think I'll be finding a different jeweler to go to now, besides.
Oh, and I overheard someone else saying something about an infestation of snakes underground? I've always found having a flute around can be particularly helpful when faced with a snake, myself; oftentimes the rhythm of music can charm one into a temporary hypnosis.
[OOC: And let's pretend this went up earlier in the evening. DX]
Mmm, so that's what Neil's society of dead poets is all about.
It's a little strange, I suppose--I've never been part of a secret society before, much less one that sneaks out at night to read poetry. I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting it to be like, before I went last night; something more like a performance, I suppose, and less like...well. It was fun, really. And of course, it's fun to listen to performances of poetry, but this was different. This way, someone would read a poem and sometimes it reminded you of another, and if it did, you were welcome to find it and read that, too--and talk about it, and think about it, and so on. And sometimes you'd find poems that went well together, and others you'd find ones that worked in contrast, and it was all just great fun.
And it was rather fun to see the people, too, and listen to the poems they'd brought with them. I suppose a poem can say a great deal about a person that finds it meaningful, can't it? Cain's turned out to be lovely but dark, striking but lonely. Neil's...that one he read to me was melancholy, but beautiful in its own way, and there was that theme again--carpe diem.
Though it begs the question, I suppose, what my own poems said about me, in the same way? The one I'd planned to read...there was something about it that struck me, something quiet and beautiful and familiar--"You will hear the beat of a horse's feet / And the swish of a skirt in the dew / Steadily cantering through / The misty solitudes". The first time I read those lines, it made me want to go for a ride myself! I'm glad I picked that one after all, though, and that it fit so well.
It was wonderful fun, though, slipping away for a night like that. Still, if we're to be doing this on a regular basis, as Neil suggested, I think I'll have to try to arrange something with one of the others, and see if they can't walk with me home in the evenings. Last night was fine, of course, and I know I'd be perfectly fine on my own any other time, and I can take care of myself, but...well. I did promise to be careful, and my stone isn't ready yet. And it's better safe than sorry, after all.
Mm. I can hardly believe that it's been a month now, since he found me. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. It'd be nice to hope that perhaps he's decided to keep away from me, or that I'm of no use to him...but that would be lying to myself, I think. I know better than to start believing that. And it'd be dangerous to grow complacent, when I know he's still...well. In any case, I'll feel much better once I get my necklace done.
At least all I still need to do is find that jeweler. I think I might've found one, but I wasn't able to get in to see him today.
Until then...well, no, even after I do, I still need to be careful. That's...just how things are now, I'm afraid. Still, I won't have as much to worry about, I don't think, once I get that ready.
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It's really quite something, how time seems to fly by, isn't it? Sometimes it's hard to believe I've been here over ten months now, or that I've been rehearsing my lines for the play for almost two, or that I've been eighteen years old now for just a little under three. But that's just how things go, isn't it? Time never stops moving, and we all go right along with it.
Of course, on the other side of things, it's only a few weeks left until the play! Which means I can begin feeling a little nervous about it, I suppose. I know there really isn't any reason to be, since we've all been practicing so much and I'm sure I'll remember all my lines when the time comes to perform. It's more of a nervous excitement, I suppose, that comes with the opportunity to try something new and different that one's never done before.
Oh, and speaking of practicing for things--Neil, we've got just under two weeks to be ready for Blue's swing dance competition. I know we'll end up doing just fine, of course, but practice makes perfect! And it's always fun to dance, anyway.
Still, I think it'd be better if practicing--or any errands, for that matter--waited until tomorrow. I'm not sure if this is a curse or something else entirely, but people seem to be acting very strangely today.
Oh, and I overheard someone else saying something about an infestation of snakes underground? I've always found having a flute around can be particularly helpful when faced with a snake, myself; oftentimes the rhythm of music can charm one into a temporary hypnosis.
[OOC: And let's pretend this went up earlier in the evening. DX]