Sunday, April 26, 2009

New look!

Please tell us what you think here!
(Don't forget to say if there's something you can't read.)
{Or, like, hard to make out!}
(That's what I meant by can't read!)
[Children, come now, fighting is not the way...)
Oy vie!

Long time, no see!

{Like, hi!}
Alright... WHOA! Litta, don't scare us like that.
{Sorry! I've got an itch.}
Alright, then go find some maiden or whatever you get.
Okay, everyone, give a big round of aplause to Everston! Hi, Everston, how was your trip?
[Well enough, thank you Emniastareiana.]
You've been reading the blog, haven't you?.
[Yes, you stone-faced elf.]
Good. For. You.
Now then, you were where?
[Dragon circle, in Scotland.]
Really? Neat. Now, do you remember what you were doing there? *and why you had to come back?!*
[I didn't have to come back, I wanted to.]
You heard that...?
[Yes. I was there about 'family'... afairs.]
Ah. Do you remember where I left off in the story?
[The maiden.]

~~~Song Four~~~

Ashsa felt her fingers find something warm in the feathery mess. She burried her face where it was and let the sand in the air whip her feet.
"Hold on, Spinner!" the girl's voice said.
Suddenly Ashsa felt her stomack drop. She held on with all of her might.
But what good did that do?
Ashsa felt herself slip. Her Fingers tried to grip the feathers tighter, but it did no good. She fell into the depths bellow.
Her voice became hoarse as she screamed quietly.

"Princess!" a boys voice!
Ashsa felt feathers under her once more, and opened her eyes. She was riding a griffin! Ashsa held her breath and let go of the feathers.
"Where am I?!" Ashsa shouted over the fast winds and sand whipping her face.
"Hold on," the boy said.
Her stomack dropped as they did. She saw a small hut as they dropped.
The griffin landed, and Ashsa jumped of as the boy slid off with much more grace.
"Who are you?!" Ashsa demanded to know.
The boy kneeled down, and as other griffin riders jumped down from there griffins they did the same.
Ashsa put her nose to the sky and smiled wickidly. At last she found some servants who would be kind to her! She would at last be a real princess.
"Princess Ashsa, we wish to have you join our band," the boy, who was still kneeling, said quietly.
"Why should I?" Ashsa said, her jaw tightening.
Suddenly a girl jumped up and snapped, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN???" the girl walked over and stood face-to-face with Ashsa. "We rescue you from dieing in a moat full of starving crocodiles, and we get this in return!!!!!"
"Maybe you should have left me there," Ashsa said rudely.
"It's never too late!" the girl said as she dragged Ashsa to her griffin.
Ashsa started to put up a rather terrible fight.
"Tasi." The boy walked over to them. He grabbed the girl's hand and shook his head.
The girl took back her hand and looked down.
"You should," the boy said to Ashsa. "Because we protect Spinners. Your parents were going to kill you soon after they found out you had a gift, but then were going to save you until the next feast of Bloomsday. The day of the Spinners. The day they were going to burn all of them. You must help us to save your own kind!"
Ashsa looked into the boy's eyes. They were a silver, a colour she had always hated.
"Why? What did my own kind do for me?" Ashsa said.
"They saved you on your birthday. That old woman? She made your parents wait to kill you. You had three weeks, but it was easy to convince them not to do it," a small girl on the edge of the crowd of griffin riders said.
"Oh." Ashsa said.
Ashsa thought for a while. "I'll help you, but only a bit."
The crowd cheered, and the boy lifted up the girl. She threw her arms around him and laughed.
The girl was put down and then she said, "I'm Tasi."
The boy held out his hand. "Tristen."
"Ashsa, Princess of the Spinners."

Spinning is a rare gift, something someone can posses with a heart of words and a mind of good.
To find how to Spin, smile to the sun, let the rain fall, as the leaves turn brown; laugh.
Spin. Spinning. Spinner. Spun.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Happy Easter...

To all who read (or have read) this blog. Have fun dying eggs, going on easter egg hunts, whatever you do.
And do take some time on easter to celibrate Jesus' life, death, resurection.
Here's a song that we thought might be a good one to post:

Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hopping' down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,Easter's on its way.

Bringing' every girl and boy
Baskets full of Easter joy,
Things to make your Easter bright and gay.

He's got jellybeans for Tommy,
Colored eggs for sister Sue,
There's an orchid for your Mommy
And an Easter bonnet, too.

Oh! here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hopping' down the bunny trail,
Hippity hoppity,
Happy Easter day.

Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hopping' down the bunny trail,
Look at him stop, and listen to him say:
"Try to do the things you should."

Maybe if you're extra good,
He'll roll lots of Easter eggs your way.
You'll wake up on Easter morning
And you'll know that he was there
When you find those chocolate bunnies
That he's hiding everywhere.

Oh! here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hopping' down the bunny trail,
Hippity hoppity,Happy Easter day.

NOTICE: These lyrics were copy-and-pasted. We give all credit to Thank you, indobase peoples! We really hope you don't mind! :)

~~~Song 3~~~

Whoa! Litta, put the fire OUT!!!

{Ah! Sorry, I didn't mean to, like, it was by accident!}

(Litta, no one cares, JUST PUT IT OUT!)

Ah, ah, ah... There. It's out. Happy?

(Yes, thank you Emnia. Hey, can you just call you Emy?)

Ah, no. Emnia. And if that's too long, you can call by my full name: Emniastareiana.

{Like, whoa. Who would name there kid that?}

(Her parents, LITTA!)

Ashen, cool it. Just because Litta's getting on everyone's nerves does not mean we have any rights--and some of us don't have any brains-- to be cruel. And Emniastareiana is pretty long.

{Like, why does your entire family's name all end with "iana?"}

Tristan and Doug's names don't. Only the girls names end with 'iana': Tristiana-- who was named after the forest clan's leader, Veritiana-- who would know why we have 'iana' at the and of all of our names, Wanteriana, Elicastiana, and Heristreiana.

(Wow. But yours is the longest.)

Yep, rrriiigggghhhttt, Ashenistareicon.

{Like, yours is longer.}

Not by much!

(Emniastareiana versus Ashenistareicon. Wait... 14 against 15! Ha I...)

Loose! I told you Emniastareiana was shorter!

{Wait... Why does Emniastareiana and Ashenistareicon both have 'stare' in the same place?}

Because that's called 'inherhitoeh names'. It means that we have some relation, or did at one point in time.

{That doesn't explain why your sisters don't have that last name.}

It's a little...

(Weird to discuss. We'll tell you when you're way older.)

Anyhoo, should we wait any longer to begin our story?

(Go right ahead, Emniastareiana. I'm waiting.)

I swear one day I'll--

(Is that really the story?)



Ashsa waited until the castle fell asleep. She snuck out of her room and ran away from her door. Hiding in the shadows, she breathed slowly in, slowly out.
"Now or never," Ashsa ran towards the main gates and pulled up her hood.
"Young girl, shouldn't you be in bed?" a soldier called down.
Doing her best accent of a slave, she called up, "Mummy's in a illness pot. Bringing her meds."
"Illness pot...?" the soldier suddenly left, and Ashsa hoped he was getting others to help his lower the bridge.
"Come, now, hurry!" Ashsa muttered.
"You there! Princess Ashsa!"
A soldier was going to take her away!
"Oh, no, I don't think so!" Ashsa pushed down her skirts to reveal what she had been hiding for months-- boys' pants.
The soldier stopped and his cheeks grew red-- blood red.
Ashsa took this pause to get a head start. Running towards the gate, she stuck her feet into the square holes and slowly made her way up.
"Open the gates!" soldiers were yelling crazily over the bridge.
Ashsa felt her stomach ease in an ill way, and she held on for her dear life as she was lifted into air, nothing but her own grip holding her up.
"Let go!" a girl's voice called.
Ashsa was not listening to orders, but to her own head. Letting go, she fell in the air. Suddenly she landed on something soft, like a leather bag.
Then she felt feathers.
"Hold on, princess of written spells."
Was some one accusing her of being a witch? She was not, and she would never do anything like it.
"I am no witch," Ashsa managed to get out. "I am a Spinner."