Aureleus
~ The Overheard Plot, the Masked Menaces ~
07/24/2009 9:20 pm
07/24/2009 11:00 pm
Etc/GMT-4
Ramblings in a Poitainian Spring
I like Tinabula. Power there, and strength behind the smile and occasional giggliness. Perceptive also.
Why pray here rather than the Temple at Fort Conviction?
I looked about the Chapel in Caenna, its old familiarity, the scent of incense still flavoured with Baione flowers as it was when my mother prepared it, for I follow the same recipe.... Safety here, calmness. A place that has always been. For much as I strive to build Invicta's new home strong, there is a nagging fear that perhaps it will go the way of Fort Invicta
Preparing the Feast
Bright...sparks...light...power...heal...blast.
After a strong-minded barbarian, reading strange texts in the dark. To fulfil what is set before me.
Cold, bleak...the frosting drips from the cloth as my breath warms it just enough...blinding me. Tear off the enfolding troubling veil.
Plunged deep under, can Not breathe! Panic! No, trust!
Cold, so cold. Hot, so warm...so enfolding.
Sparks, light, torch. It cannot be! He can not be here!
Caw! Kraw! Krawr!
So much to do, so many invitations, so many preparations... Food, exotic and plain, for each guest. Needed, as my love ordered. Silks, satins, wines... so much to do!
After a strong-minded barbarian, reading strange texts in the dark. To fulfil what is set before me.
Cold, bleak...the frosting drips from the cloth as my breath warms it just enough...blinding me. Tear off the enfolding troubling veil.
Plunged deep under, can Not breathe! Panic! No, trust!
Cold, so cold. Hot, so warm...so enfolding.
Sparks, light, torch. It cannot be! He can not be here!
Caw! Kraw! Krawr!
So much to do, so many invitations, so many preparations... Food, exotic and plain, for each guest. Needed, as my love ordered. Silks, satins, wines... so much to do!

