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Rautu's Hallucination
There, swirling along the beams of the stone ceiling, were two large floating strawberries. They seemed in want of his attention, making silent beckoning to be touched, to be admired, to be tasted. They drifted nearer, bouncing about with weightless oscillations. This cannot be real, was the giant's first cogitation, but the closer they came to him, the more fearful he was. Deliberately assaulting him with their delicious rinds, impressing their succulence and sweetness upon him was all his horror. He stood from the table and stepped back, evading their gyrating attacks. They sang to him, called out his name in inviting tones,  glittered and glistened under the dim light, professing themselves delicious and remarkably fresh. "Away," the giant bellowed, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.
                He looked down when his heel hit something and upon perceiving that there was an enormous
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Peanuts and Chocolate: The Haanta Series
Rautu could rejoice in the failure of the fruit and vegetable crops. He was all private elation at the idea of being made to eat nothing but meat and baked goods every day. While everyone around the keep was grave and conferring and pondering, he was prancing along the battlements in high glee, deciding which of the wild beasts and foul would do for his dinner that evening. He might be prevailed upon to hunt enough to feed the entire keep. He began forming a schedule in his mind as he sulked down the stairs to the training yard: Gods Day could be pheasants, the next could be smoked meats, and the next could be brined slices, and the next could roasted boar, and the next could be marinated steaks of various elk, and the next could be baized lamb, and the last might be eggs or turkey merely to give him mate one day of reprieve from her duties at spicing. He saw this impending famine as no famine at all, for Frewyn could do very well without such odious articles as fruits and vegetables.
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The Rat
The small mouse was conveyed safely to Sheamas' shoppe where his arrival was met with a celebratory dinner of smoked cheese and cured pork, and once his belly was round and his eyes could not be kept from closing, he was taken to the temple where he might find refuge under the auspices of the Themari. A small room and bed was given him, visits from Soledhan and Jaicobh were due, and Mr Sniffles the Second, as named by Kai Linaa, was in a way to be happy and comfortable during the long Frewyn winter.
Martje, however, could not be nearly as easy. Seeing the mouse in her larder, though he had done nothing but sniff the air and squeak his solicitations, had roused a frightening concern within her. She could not revisit the larder without her eyes darting about, scouring every corner for some hint of movement: a shelf disturbed, a creak in the storeroom, a item misplaced was enough to excite the most terrific notions that her mind could conjure. Rodents about in the streets where stray cats
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Emergencies
The morning after the celebration, the commander roused from a short sleep by an odd sensation in her abdomen. At first, thinking it was only her mate making his less than subtle morning demands, she was inclined to ignore the discomfort, but after a few moments of closed-eyed disregard and the failure of being able to drift into a prolonged sleep, she realized what the odd discomfort was and sighed that she must fully awaken to rid of it. She made a few sounds of discontent, bitter that a slumber so pleasant and therefore so rare should be interrupted, and chided herself for drinking too much tea the evening before, compensating for the lack of her involvement in drinking games, for now she must relinquish all hope of gaining a few hours on the sun. Where she might have had another hour or two of uninterrupted rest, now she must awaken with the improbable aspiration of replacing those rare hours later in the evening.
           
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The Royal Theatre
The Royal Theatre
                Beyond the main portion of Diras castle keep, between the memorial garden, dedicated to the kings and queens of Frewyn's past, and the latrine tower, a place where everyone in the keep must visit but where no one wished to venture, was the Royal Theatre. It was called royal due to its origin in being constructed for the enlivenment and entertainment of the king and Frewyn nobility, but over the many years of its various exhibitions and staged depictions, with the declining gradations of quality in the performances and the diminishment of the general interest thereof, the theatre was opened to the Frewyn public for proper scrutiny, gapes and disparagement as the situation would allow. Grand balls in the royal parlour and private concerts became the amusement of choice for the Frewyn royals, and though the king still must sponsor the Frewyn Royal Players to tender affordable
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The Importance of Breakfast
The Importance of Breakfast
Though in Frewyn breakfast was widely believed to be the most important meal of the day, there were those who were determined to feel otherwise. While the various farmers in Tyferrim, the yeoman in Castle Diras and peasantry all about the Frewyn countryside  enjoyed their hearty morning meals of oat porridge, cold sausage pies, smoked bacon and coddles eggs, there were few who declared themselves sated by only having a bite of toast and a sip of tea. These, however, were usually those of foreign ancestry, for even the Frewyn nobles were disposed to have a small basin of gruel when their delicate stomachs warranted some nourishment. Those from Livanon enjoyed their sweets in the morning, expatiating the horrid state of their teeth; those from the islands reveled in their Sindhaas and Phoraas, much to the chagrin of those who disliked them; those from Marridon delighted in their baked beans and poached egg; and those from Lucentia would follow in the
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Rithea and Commander Bryeison
In the Courtyard with Rithea and Bryeison
To the castle courtyard Rithea and High Commander Bryeison went. They walked by way of the gallery to enjoy the varying hues of the coloured-glass windows being projected within the hallway at this time in the late afternoon. It was warmer in the gallery than either of them should have preferred, but whether this was due to the sun pervading the gallery with no exit or to the happy agitation both felt for the new conversancy to two who had been used to seclusion neither of them could decipher. They spoke a few gentle words, remarking on the glory of the day, the exultation each felt for according infant Alasdair his regal blessings, and the joy each felt on King Dorrin's behalf in having his two grandchildren for comfort through such a difficult time. They expressed sympathies and compassions, both for having lost friends and a potential future king of Frewyn, for all of Dorrin's aspiration must be now in either Allande or Alasdair, the former
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Bou and Rau: Your Sethena
Your Sethena
                It was evening in the Diras castle keep, and with all the accompaniments of the gloaming, along with the soft amber light of sunset and cool breeze in otherwise temperate atmosphere, came the Den Asaan's requisite correspondence to his brothers. When his long and arduous training for the day had done, he returned to his residence in the commons and sat down to the table to begin his letters before his duties of patrol should inhibit his writing or before the scent of supper should decimate his concentration. He gathered his powdered inks and writing implements from the storeroom and made a small fire to have the warmth and hissing sound lull him into a reposed state for his lengthy stint in his chair.
                He wrote first to Leraa, giving a report of their return and of the king's success a
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Bou and Rau: The Amandine
The Amandine
                A shipment of buttered rolls and pastries arrived at the keep in the evening. Half of the shipment filled with deleterious yet delectable treats was for the Den Asaan and the other was for the regiments to eat on Gods Day morning. The enjoyment and crispiness of a toasted butter roll was but a small allowance to be given them for a day given free from their training, and upon placing the rolls out in the soldier's mess for the regiments to have at night when the semi-holiday began and delight in through the morning, the Den Asaan attacked his portion of the shipment to keep Martje's fat fingers away from his cakes and prying eyes on their meager rolls and away from his treasures.
                To further guard one of his life's most estimable joys from other insalubrious hands, the commander had re
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Bou and Rau: Uniform
Uniform
                On the morning after the commander declared the voyage to Mharvholan, Alasdair receive a stack of correspondence from the various regents of the kingdom. He had sent out a summons to each of them, inviting them to the Diras courts where they would give their seasonal reports of how their respective municipalities were faring. The regents of Westren, Varralla, Hallanys, Sethshire and Karnwyl all gave their positive replies and would be in the capital presently as the distance from the towns would allow. Draighean of Westren would be the first to arrive, as he left a few days prior, along with Dobhin as regent of Diras, and Alasdair suspected that when the commander should leave, the two gentlemen should fill her place. He deliberated for some time on whom to chose for the position of regent for the remaining  municipalities: Tyferrim had not had a regent since his grandfathe
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Pancake Competition
Pancake Competition
             
A challenge at eating Lucentian pancakes had been a longstanding offer between Kai Linaa and Ladrei. Ever since the guildlord had been privy to Kai Linaa's vehement adoration of Lucentia's national fare, he sought to dispute her title of greatest pancake eater and was inclined to invite her to his home to settle the matter. He had heard of her episodes of weakness while in Frewyn: succumbing to an inferior sort of pancake, thicker and with less flavour, merely to quench her insatiable need, but in Ladrei's estimation, these lesser substitutes would not do. As his family, Kai Linaa must have the best Lucentia had to offer, and he would see the extent of her appetite.
                He wrote to his sister requesting her presence in Lucentia capital on a most pressing concern of who could eat more pancakes in on
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Bou and Rau: Perfection
             Morning in the capital brought the herald to the king's door, and just after sunrise, the royal messenger slipped a note passed the threshold that had been given him the night before. It was a note from Kai Linaa directed to Alasdair, the contents of which requested his presence in the kitchen for him to have his portrait drawn. It was written in Unghaahi's hand and in his overly refined style, as Kai Linaa had difficulty in writing any item of civility half so well as her mate, but no matter who had sent the letter or who had transcribed it, Alasdair was gratified to receive it.
                He gave his affirmative answer directly and prepared himself for the sketch. His hair was molded, his jerkin was pressed, his breeches were steamed, and Alasdair did not leave his quarters until he was the image of tidiness. He emerged fro
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Bou and Rau: Semisweet
    There was a matter of some consequence to others and of great consequence to few that came to the attention of the commander and Den Asaan. After the panicking raids in along the Farriage docks had taken place, a grand number of new businesses began appearing along the seaside promenade. One of these slender establishments was a Lucentian café, boasting its authenticity of churning chocolate vats and thin grilled pancakes. While the establishment professed to have everything a decided palate should enjoy, its patrons and purveyances were not as much as a concern to the kingdom as was its owner.
                A tall, thin and wily Lucentian  was the proprietor of the café, and though this may have been a mere verity of appearance, the nature of the recent raid had made the matter of his heritage disquieting. Teague was deployed to inspect the history of this man'
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In honour of the Gatsby

Journal Entry: Tue Sep 25, 2012, 5:07 PM


Today is what would have been F. Scott Fitzgerald's 116th birthday, had he been privy to a drink from the fountain of youth. He lived in the glorious Jazz Age, a time when the fast life of the Roaring Twenties was at its peak, and his work thus reflected the dreamer's life he lead. His first book, This Side of Paradise, brought him instant fame, but the remainder of his works were not popularized until the fifties. His most famous novel, The Great Gatsby, which since its publication has become a model for the tragic love story, was treated with little celebration when it was first released, leading him to believe that his bright star had already burned out. He turned to alcoholism, as many writers often do, and by the age of 44, the drink had overwhelmed him, leaving him in failing health until his death.

His work inspired many authors such as Ray Bradbury, who boasts of having copious copies of Tender is the Night and of having read them while walking through Paris, J.D. Salinger, T.S. Eliot, and even his wife Zelda, who became the subject of many of his works. A sad and solemn tale for some so gifted to have gone so early, but as Fitzgerald said himself, "show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy".

  • Listening to: Two Steps from Hell
  • Reading: Mansfield Park
  • Watching: FairyTail
  • Playing: Majin PS3
  • Eating: ginger chocolates
  • Drinking: ginger tea

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Hey! Happy Birthday! How've you been??? :hug:
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Happy birthday to a fantastic lady!May you always have the first crack at your chocolate birthday cake!
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Happy happy birfday, and many more! :cake: :party:
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