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Sat, Sep. 10th, 2005, 08:34 pm
i_am_immemorial: Hmm.

When I was about four hundred or so I was walking around, collecting information and tales. I used to be a scribe on my better days. I was sitting on the bank of a Danavere river and watching a few travel by on raft. I went to stand and fell into the river. Sylphs are air spirits and can't swim. I was pulled down the stream and found myself in that odd parallel between Danavere and Shadovan...which is normally a calm place, though too calm. I saw a creature struggling in the stream after I'd dragged myself out of the water and went to pull it out as well. I don't even know what it was, but it succeeded in pulling me back under. I didn't come up that time.

My act was seen as honourable and I became an angel assigned to the task of guarding mortals. or at least those who dwell on the mortal plane. On one of those tasks the young boy I was guarding, the heir to the Moon God, took the time to find my weaknesses and killed me as I slept.

And...here I am again.

Sun, Sep. 11th, 2005 01:18 am (UTC)
casaliel

Stupid, detestable child to kill one such as you. I wish him great misery for his lapse in judgment.

That aside, I love you, and I am completely and utterly overjoyed that you are still around to be mine, pet. ♥