easydamsel
" easydamsel's rant "
*hopping up onto my wizarding soap box*
i think we all had a wonderful time during our pickle pandemonium earlier in
the month, and i personally feel that is the way this guild should be operating...i
have noticed that a lot of posts recently that concern completely mundane things,
or serve no purpose at all...some of us here in the guild are working very hard
to maintain a magical, creative atmosphere and are getting very discouraged
by other members...please, don't let real-world cr@p start intruding into our
wonderful hall...if you have things from your life that you feel you need a
forum for, please, address it in neomails to your neofreinds.
i personally would like to return to the close-knit wackiness that only wizards
can provide...this a guild for the exchange of creative ideas, please let's
keep it that way!
i am not pointing my finger or anything, just thought maybe we could all use
a little help getting back on track. go back and read some of our earlier posts,
if you aren't sure what i'm talking about...anyone who would like to take up
this issue, feel free to neomail me, i am happy to discuss things privately
if you'd like.
*hopping off my soapbox*
love and other disturbing trends,
twinkle_42
Home sweet home .. "
Twinkle drags herself through the Hall.
Big hats with tiny feet and tiny hands are all around, walking, running, mumbling, screaming, squirking, hoping, mopping, drinking, flirting, fighting, laughing, crying, choking ...
Too annoyed and too tired to walk through the Hall of Chaos she flaps her tiny
glittering wings (she's an artistic fairie now)and slowly flies toward her Home
Painting.
Lands, takes a look behind, lowers her gaze.
Sprinkles her silver-blue bigbang dust upon her - time stops hurring for a moment
-
and she leaps forward.
..stone walls all around, a big wooden aged desk
occupies the right corner, filled with papers,
Magical Ooks and draft sketches, a big easel stands
next to it with a half painted canvas standing on it.
The wall behind the desk is filled with thick, dark
wooden shelves, overstuffed with all sorts of paints,
colored pencils, buckets of rainbow colors, brushes of
every size, white sheets of paper and canvas. Below
there are cabinets and above, the shelves are stashed with
ancient books.
The wall opposite the entrance has a window looking
out to what seems to be a part of a once great Tower.
Now it seems mostly isolated. A wild rose has covered
most of the exterior wall - it's flowers almost hanging
inside the room. A wonderfull view it is. Snowy Mountains
in the Horizon, a beautiful garden below ..
On the left side of the room there is complete order
(on the contrary with the right side). Shelves with bottles neatly placed, White
and Blue candles of unbelievable
essence, Dusts of outwordly colors, placed in weird crystal bowls with a cork
cover. A heavy marble table with bluegreen hues
and black metal legs stands infront of the shelves.
A big yellow paged Ook on it. Ancient Magical roones are
carved upon it with a mysteriously glowing ink.
The wall of the entrance holds a big carved Golden mirror.
The glass seems to be auwcardly transparent and wavy.
One can see a faded image of the Hall of the Guild.
Stone stairs go up from the right side of the wall and
other stone stairs go down from the left side.
A huge hand made, dark red carpet is rolled above the mirror.
It is used for covering the mirror when Twinkle is in need of some solitude
and peace.
There is an enchanting calmness inmidst of twinkles half chaotic and half ordered
chamber. A soft music is heard, as if the walls
themselves have been casted a spell and echo sounds of a forest and the flute
of an elf.
With her untammed black curles tangled with her eyelashes and a sadness
gently floating in her big eyes, she carefully, slowly, unrolls the dark red
carpet, covering the mirror and all that it's transluscency
lets to be shown.
A blue fuzzle climbs up her robes and curles on her shoulder.
Sitting behind her big desk, with a huge mess infront of her and a mug of hot
steaming coffee on the side, she grabs her feathered ink pen and continues drafting
a weird sketch of a mechanical device.
A piece of paper with some weird figures on it that look like notes of time
is glued on the wall on her right.
The blue fuzzle on her shoulder is now gently snorring and mumbling
in it's sleep..