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quinnavyre) wrote2008-11-17 12:17 pm
quinnavyre) wrote2008-11-17 12:17 pm
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Journal for Swallow...
I figured my journal has been shamefully neglected, so I decided to post an entry. :) There's not much going on with me at the moment - still trying to finish uni - but here's a journal entry I wrote for Swallow when I couldn't get my head around my uni work. :) It's meant to be a bit of fun, not serious, in case that's not clear. :P
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"Swallow". 3rd Day before leaving Sutrium. Unspecified year.
Dear Diary,
Today I met a beautiful and fiery young woman. She claimed she was a gypsy, but of course I saw through her pretence. She has a strange bond with animals – or horses at least – but the strangest thing was the circumstances of my finding her: a dream... But I should not speak of this here. Who knows who may later read these words.
I found the girl being whipped by a beastly trader, and soon set things to rights, lecturing him on the true reasons why gypsies dance. I then gifted her with the cloth she had been admiring, noticing as I did so that her eyes were distant and flashed with a sense of pride even in her pain; she must have felt pain – her back and clothing had been torn to shreds. As I held the cloth up to her face she flinched and I said privately that she startled like an unbroken pony, at which she blushed and I couldn't help but laugh. I could tell she felt a certain attraction – her body betrayed her if her mind did not. I could also sense that she was like to a prickleberry – dangerous to those reckless or brave enough to try getting close. I was not afraid.
The best part was after we escaped the trader and the soldierguards, because I couldn't get the girl to be quiet, so I was forced to hold her close. She finally went silent, realising her danger, and after the soldierguards had gone I couldn't help but tease her about the gentler pleasures, something I could tell she had never yet experienced.
I had been following the girl because of my search for Iriny, but in the heat of the moment I impulsively stepped forward and kissed her. I couldn't resist an amused quip at her lack of opposition to my kiss; even though she childishly wiped her mouth and snapped at me, I could tell that she had enjoyed it.
I am pleased that I managed to find an excuse to see her again – as I tricked her into admitting her part in Guanette, and she is bringing Iriny – and I hope to find more about her secrets. I know she is not a gypsy, for all her claims, and I cannot imagine how she knows this name. Well, we shall see. I look forward to again seeing her dark silken locks and flashing green eyes.
Swallow
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"Swallow". 3rd Day before leaving Sutrium. Unspecified year.
Dear Diary,
Today I met a beautiful and fiery young woman. She claimed she was a gypsy, but of course I saw through her pretence. She has a strange bond with animals – or horses at least – but the strangest thing was the circumstances of my finding her: a dream... But I should not speak of this here. Who knows who may later read these words.
I found the girl being whipped by a beastly trader, and soon set things to rights, lecturing him on the true reasons why gypsies dance. I then gifted her with the cloth she had been admiring, noticing as I did so that her eyes were distant and flashed with a sense of pride even in her pain; she must have felt pain – her back and clothing had been torn to shreds. As I held the cloth up to her face she flinched and I said privately that she startled like an unbroken pony, at which she blushed and I couldn't help but laugh. I could tell she felt a certain attraction – her body betrayed her if her mind did not. I could also sense that she was like to a prickleberry – dangerous to those reckless or brave enough to try getting close. I was not afraid.
The best part was after we escaped the trader and the soldierguards, because I couldn't get the girl to be quiet, so I was forced to hold her close. She finally went silent, realising her danger, and after the soldierguards had gone I couldn't help but tease her about the gentler pleasures, something I could tell she had never yet experienced.
I had been following the girl because of my search for Iriny, but in the heat of the moment I impulsively stepped forward and kissed her. I couldn't resist an amused quip at her lack of opposition to my kiss; even though she childishly wiped her mouth and snapped at me, I could tell that she had enjoyed it.
I am pleased that I managed to find an excuse to see her again – as I tricked her into admitting her part in Guanette, and she is bringing Iriny – and I hope to find more about her secrets. I know she is not a gypsy, for all her claims, and I cannot imagine how she knows this name. Well, we shall see. I look forward to again seeing her dark silken locks and flashing green eyes.
Swallow
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And the word beastly makes me giggle for some reason. Not sure why, it's a hilarious word. Makes me think of the Famous Five books. :D
Why don't you ff.net this? I'd review it for you. :D (I'm one of the only people handing out reviews over there...)
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