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Subject: speaking in metaphors Author: Lavinia [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:24:10 02/15/05 Tue One cannot suspend time. Winter will always fade into spring and spring into summer. Layers of garments will be shed to reveal flesh and then recovered when cooler weather returns to the landscape. One would not have recognized Lavinia, at first, as she had appeared in the fall. Time had been kind to Zeth’s daughter as the girl blossomed into beautiful young woman. Lavinia had an elegant poise and appearance that resembled her mother’s so closely and one could not have helped but be reminded of Briallan as she had once been a very long time ago. Dressed in a satin and lace slip dress with silver ornamenting her wrists and ankles, the youth strode lightly with bare feet along the surface of cement and pebble. Whether stepping upon stone caused discomfort, one could not be sure for the girl revealed no sign of irritation. Ivy stained gaze upon the eerie skeletons posing as buildings, her water colored cherry lips curved slightly in a faint grin as a brow arched in a manner like her mother’s. According to the ledger belonging to her kinfolk, this had been the land of her grandfather and before him, Great Aunt Mereret and her son, Santiago. Yes. Lavinia could recount the great tales of her family and her own bloodline. At least this was the case on her father’s side. As opposed to the Balazari half of her, only a few generations back could be traced on her mother’s side. How could one be happy in a land where crippled goliaths barely managed to remain erect by their own will or where the earth opens up on deep treacherous crags threatening to swallow up an individual who dares to come excessively close? Then again, Lavinia did not believe that all of her relatives were all that sane; Synn included. Attention diverted to an insignificant yellow blossom peeking through the cracks in the pavement, another grin formed upon her ivory features as Lavinia knelt down and passed her fingertip over the delicate blossom. How determined these hardy little plants were! Even in this concrete jungle, the smallest of nature’s soldiers managed to find their way here and bloom. These were the things that caught her breath and stirred thoughts. Maybe this was not as hideous and ungodly as she at first believed. Flower plucked and placed within the ringlets of her midnight strands, Lavinia lingered for only a half moment before continuing her stroll through these lands. Oh if her father could see her now… he would have a heart attack. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Like Ice Hiahe 12:20:15 02/15/05 Tue .Black Jackal. -- Anubis, 18:19:16 02/15/05 Tue what is real should never feel alien to the world -- Lavinia, 09:02:04 02/16/05 Wed Like Ice -- Hiahe, 13:00:34 02/16/05 Wed .Black Jackal. -- Anubis, 16:17:31 02/16/05 Wed classic poetry -- Lavinia, 08:55:25 02/17/05 Thu