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Tuesday, June 1st, 2004 09:46 pm
I'm at home.

On dialup.

The shame....

The theory at this point is the BellSouth fuxx0red the orders - switching to this house and then disconnecting this house instead of disconnecting the old house and switching over to this house. They're going to call [livejournal.com profile] yendi back tomorrow.

Anyway. [livejournal.com profile] volta seems to be getting accustomed for me whipping out my notebook whenever he leaves the room for more than 30 seconds. He went to the bathroom on Sunday and I wrote this and I'm posting it for [livejournal.com profile] twisteddaydream. It's a five-minute nothing. It just popped into my head. First-gen braindump, standard rules apply.


He watched her step out of the car and take in the spectacle that was the Sanctuary – a literal oasis in the desert, forests and meadows nestled in the red rock canyons. He always met visitors at the door, if at all possible; he loved that first expression of wonder.

Especially from the kids.

This one felt his attention and turned toward him. Solemn little face, waist-length auburn hair – both of her parents were Tamrani, but you’d never know it by her face… part of why she was unwanted, poor girl.

He knelt by her side to shake her hand. “Hey – I’m Jason. Welcome to the Sanctuary.”

She nodded gravely. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Contessa Marie Stone.”

Stone. Not ni’Tamra. The castoff child – not Tamrani enough, not strong enough, to pass as the Lishaya that the Council was breeding for. By her introduction, she had to know that, at least a little.

She was here because the Council felt that she was unworthy of their attention, even to neutralize her. This little girl in her nicest Sunday dress… she was nothing to them.

She was something to him.

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Miss Contessa Marie. Let’s go… we don’t have many students right now, so you get to pick your own room.”

She nodded again, unsmiling.

He hoped to make her smile someday soon.
Tuesday, June 1st, 2004 07:15 pm (UTC)
me likey!! =)

On dialup.

The shame....


dude. tell me about it... ::grump::
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 06:35 am (UTC)
me likey!! =)

Thanks! It's totally a nothing thing...
Tuesday, June 1st, 2004 07:21 pm (UTC)
Sounds like a very interesting story, and in truth I've been wanting to read *all* your writings, but in the current bits and pieces my orderly Virgo mind just refuses to digest it. Is there somewhere I can get a little background on all this? I'm craving more.
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 03:04 am (UTC)
Ditto. I've read everything but the Shayara stuff--I just don't comprehend that because every time I read something it feels totally in medias res and I am confused.
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 04:16 am (UTC)
mmmmmm another virgo completely confused by the eclectic mess..... there is hope! i beleive that there's a chronology in a post in the [livejournal.com profile] speaksinsong
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 06:35 am (UTC)
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shadesong/1876111.html
Tuesday, June 1st, 2004 07:22 pm (UTC)
> I'm at home.
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>
> On dialup.
>
>

:::taps out greeting to shadesong in Morse code:::

;-)
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 06:35 am (UTC)
*giggle*
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 01:38 pm (UTC)
~squee~ I feel so special!

I love it, because it gives the first impression of Tessa to Jason. I like that. I like how serious she is, and how he wants to make her smile. And he does. ~grins~

Thanks, 'Song!
Thursday, June 3rd, 2004 07:10 am (UTC)
Yeah... she knows she's unwanted. Which is a hell of a burden for a little kid to bear.

But she grows up to be okay.