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Handwritten Picturings
Handwritten Picturings
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Come now, come now! Recieve handwritten picturings that have been artfully constructed of a writer's love for their craft, fingers nimbly accustomed to dancing about the keyboard, and the heart and spirit of a magical creature confined to the body of a mortal.
Find yourself dancing across wide plains, adventuring throughout the land, befriending different creatures, and your name being written into histories of kingdoms and amazing epics, monologues, and ballads--custom written for your own enjoyment!
Come now and enter the circle of my domain and let me cast my spell upon you. You may never wake up from the history I write!
You may guess who has donned my mask and title if you wish.
First come, first served, and whoever is first to comment on this thread (if, pray, I may even get a single CBer to call upon my services) shall be the one to top it, as I never learned the fine and majestic art to use google to search the deep ocean that is the CB. Admins, perhaps if you had a slight amount of time you could teach this humble type artist?
For your story has now been written, your tale put in the hands of time. Come receive this gift.
Who knows? Maybe the picturing will speak the truth and you will find a part of you locked away by enchantment and spell. For you are not such a small and insignificant mortal as you thought, no?
submitted by A masterful typer, Might you know?
(May 15, 2017 - 8:58 pm)
(May 15, 2017 - 8:58 pm)
Aww, these are beautiful! If you do not mind, could you do me, please?
(May 18, 2017 - 9:58 am)
And a mbbb top from Lydia
(May 21, 2017 - 9:39 am)
My apologies! The picturings shall arrive and root themselves into your heart tomorrow. I have had such a long few days...
@Aelin: Do you mind elves?
@Killim: Do you mind kitsunes?
(May 21, 2017 - 4:49 pm)
(May 22, 2017 - 6:22 am)
May I please have one? Thank you!
(May 21, 2017 - 5:05 pm)
Can I please have one??
(May 21, 2017 - 6:35 pm)
I would like one, please.
(May 21, 2017 - 8:35 pm)
No, I do not mind at all, for I am a kitsune.
(May 22, 2017 - 7:17 am)
For Aelin, here is what I shall serve.
Aelin
"Today is your day, Aelin."Another elf had whispered in her ear before they had left Aelin, on her own, in the dwelling she called home.
Other elves preferred high up branches of Yggdrasil for their homes, but she found her homes where the roots were so tangled and perfectly shaped they formed a circular refuge, a gap at the top she had filled with stained glass so that the light fell through in colorful patterns.
Aelin found that sitting and weaving vines all day was boring, yet the finished product was beautiful. And standing, studying all day--the topic of the studying being interesting and the things she studied not.
Yet she had to do these things.
The complicated part being that her father was the elder of the Elven Council. And she hadn't lived even sixty years yet, not even close to her full stretch of immortality.
But she had a powerful gift. Magic had rooted itself in her body and grew each day. Magic to see what is hidden and spark life and growth, magic to sing to the land and having it sing back.
And now the most difficult moment of her life laid in front of her.
The Elven Trials.
An Elf must go to the mountains and journey to the part where the clouds touch the peaks and commune with the Heart of Nature itself.
She was no fool. She knew she wasn't ready. She knew she would die.
She knew they would make her go.
Aelin also knew that she had magic. But magic was not her heart.
So she draped her finest cloak around her shoulders and knew she would be delivered to the council soon, to swear that she would go to the mountains. To swear herself to her death.
But Aelin meant two things in Elvish. It meant 'wise'and it also meant 'magic', and she had both of those things. As well as a plan.
* * *
The council was located in the top branches of Yggdrasil, where the branches formed a loose dome shape. The shadows of tree branches striped their way over the member's faces, the council standing in a circle on the carpet of woven vines.
She and the rest of the young elves chosen to go were shepherded into the middle of this circle, where an intricately carved pedestal sat, a large leather-bound book sitting atop it. A faint light seemed to come from within it...just as Aelin knew there was a light within her own heart.
Her father was a distance away from the book, standing in what was seen as the head of the circle.
Aelin took a deep breath and studied the writing.
Writing that was predetermined for forever, writing that held her name and her set of vows for her challenge on it.
She took a deep breath and began to recite. "I, Aelin Gleinaira, swear to journey, as all Elves must, to be accepted, and preform the Elven Trials, to journey to the heart of all--"
She stared at the book, then closed her eyes and recited her own writing that she had slaved over, ignoring what the book said and writing her own future.
"I, Aelin, have a name that means both Magic and Wisdom, and my quest is to commune with the heart of both. But I already have."
She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the reaction of the circle. "I have seen and heard and learned the wisdom of my people, the Elves. I have magic, a gift that overwhelms me by helping me grow in life every time I touch Yggdrasil, a gift that helps me tell when magic is used to lie."
"I have already communed with the heart, talked to it and lived with it."
She kept her eyes shut, even tighter now.
"We all, together, make up a body. Love that is stronger than any magic, wisdom that has grown for many years, talents and skills. We each possess a heart and our hearts beat as one. We love and care and sing the songs of the wind and sea and night and day, the sun, the moon, the stars."
Aelin took a deep breath. "And in thinking of these Elven Trials, I had learned that. I had found the heart through my thoughts, and learned to speak to it and sing to it. And I learned that I don't have the physical strength for the task. And strength...isn't everything. I have taught, and I have learned, more on these Elven Trials. And I run a great risk to say that I will not go. And even if I try, no being, not even an elf, can be the fullest of magic and wisdom. But I can still try my hardest and have a good bit of both."
When she opened her eyes again, her father was smiling.
I hope you liked it!
(May 22, 2017 - 3:46 pm)
Oh, my. That was quite beautiful. I rather love the way I have been depicted!
(May 22, 2017 - 7:47 pm)
I'm going to wait until the first story is uploaded before I upload the second, a policy to keep the Admins less worked over by millions of stories (I use a word processor).
(May 22, 2017 - 3:48 pm)
I'd love one, if you're not too busy!
(May 22, 2017 - 5:00 pm)
These are amazing! Could you perhaps do one for me?
(May 22, 2017 - 9:57 pm)
May I have one, if you wouldn't mind? You seem to be rather busy, so I don't care when I get it.
(May 23, 2017 - 6:57 pm)
I would love one, if you don't mind. I don't mind waiting :-1 if it's too much trouble, then don't worry about it.
(May 27, 2017 - 4:30 pm)