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Honestly, there isn't much new to report. I bought some sports paraphenalia for my host family (and other misc. japanese people) - a bunch of t-shirts and a hat. I'm still worried about packing. I hate lugging around big suitcases of stuff.
My Japanese currency came. It's big and pretty! Like many others, I believe that American money is 'Blah'. Even the new stuff isn't nearly as colorful and ornate as other countries' currency. Oh well. Makes it easy to counterfeit I guess. lol
Still in the process of moving. Boxes Boxes everywhere and not a drop of time to spare.
Wittenberg classes start on monday. w00t! I escaped an entire week of class. The class of 2010 has 650 students. Go Witt for converting lounges in Tower to Dorm Rooms. I knew you could do it *sarcastic thumbs up*
Bike ride tomorrow? Maybe if the weather holds...
Here is Chapter four. I hope it's getting interesting. My apologies if it's been boring. :(
Chapter Four
“Soon you will understand that I am doing you a great honor,” eyeing her for doubts, he continued. “All of Fairy-kind require humans to survive, thrive, and breed. Some fairies are ravenous, others are symbiotic, and more still just plain despise their dependency on the human race.” The girl picked at the ragged hem of her garment, waiting for him to continue. “While I fall under all of the above, I admittedly have a strong, crippling streak of sympathy.”
“Where does that leave us?”
He snorted, shaking his antlers at her impudence. “You certainly are impatient. I’ll give you the regular, Hero Class deal: beauty, power, and long life in exchange for companionship and your complete servitude.”
Her brow crinkled, causing her eyebrows to meet. A fly landed on his rump and he absently flicked his tail, crushing it instantly. There really wasn’t much to think about. It was a fortuitous deal.
His mind wandered. Human Tools weren’t in style as much as they were half a century ago but maybe he could bring the fashion back. With a little magic, he could turn this sow’s ear into a linen purse at the least and put him back on the climb to success.
“I would be foolish to think there aren’t any strings attached,” pausing, she met his gaze, “but I think, in all fairness you should be warned. I’m cursed and tainted. Anything you plan might go awry because of me.”
“Thank you, child,” he let the word fall filled with contempt, “for the warning but I have been alive since before your great-grandparents were learning how to walk. I think I can handle a little curse.”
“Ok,” she said a little dubiously. “Then I accept your offer,” she spit into her hand and offered it to him. The Stag’s lips pulled back in a grin and he snickered.
“Child, I will require more than your spit to seal our deal.” In two steps, he was nose to nose with her. Up close she smelled of dirt and dry sweat. He almost reconsidered his plan. She was young but younger Tools had been made. Besides, age was relative, he thought mirthfully.
He bent his head to hers, bringing their foreheads together. His great antlers curved about her head. He could sense her heart racing and smell fresh sweat.
“Five years of your human life will be a small pittance to pay for extended longevity.” He summoned power from beneath the ancient tree and began the complicated process of bending time and matter. His mind detached from his physical body as he manipulated the power with the fine skills of an artist. A surge of power startled him. He couldn’t identify its source; it swelled around his silver strands of magic, encasing them in wild, green tendrils. He mentally scrambled to maintain the flow but they writhed free of his control.
Before darkness took his consciousness, he saw green and silver surround both him and the girl.
My Japanese currency came. It's big and pretty! Like many others, I believe that American money is 'Blah'. Even the new stuff isn't nearly as colorful and ornate as other countries' currency. Oh well. Makes it easy to counterfeit I guess. lol
Still in the process of moving. Boxes Boxes everywhere and not a drop of time to spare.
Wittenberg classes start on monday. w00t! I escaped an entire week of class. The class of 2010 has 650 students. Go Witt for converting lounges in Tower to Dorm Rooms. I knew you could do it *sarcastic thumbs up*
Bike ride tomorrow? Maybe if the weather holds...
Here is Chapter four. I hope it's getting interesting. My apologies if it's been boring. :(
Chapter Four
“Soon you will understand that I am doing you a great honor,” eyeing her for doubts, he continued. “All of Fairy-kind require humans to survive, thrive, and breed. Some fairies are ravenous, others are symbiotic, and more still just plain despise their dependency on the human race.” The girl picked at the ragged hem of her garment, waiting for him to continue. “While I fall under all of the above, I admittedly have a strong, crippling streak of sympathy.”
“Where does that leave us?”
He snorted, shaking his antlers at her impudence. “You certainly are impatient. I’ll give you the regular, Hero Class deal: beauty, power, and long life in exchange for companionship and your complete servitude.”
Her brow crinkled, causing her eyebrows to meet. A fly landed on his rump and he absently flicked his tail, crushing it instantly. There really wasn’t much to think about. It was a fortuitous deal.
His mind wandered. Human Tools weren’t in style as much as they were half a century ago but maybe he could bring the fashion back. With a little magic, he could turn this sow’s ear into a linen purse at the least and put him back on the climb to success.
“I would be foolish to think there aren’t any strings attached,” pausing, she met his gaze, “but I think, in all fairness you should be warned. I’m cursed and tainted. Anything you plan might go awry because of me.”
“Thank you, child,” he let the word fall filled with contempt, “for the warning but I have been alive since before your great-grandparents were learning how to walk. I think I can handle a little curse.”
“Ok,” she said a little dubiously. “Then I accept your offer,” she spit into her hand and offered it to him. The Stag’s lips pulled back in a grin and he snickered.
“Child, I will require more than your spit to seal our deal.” In two steps, he was nose to nose with her. Up close she smelled of dirt and dry sweat. He almost reconsidered his plan. She was young but younger Tools had been made. Besides, age was relative, he thought mirthfully.
He bent his head to hers, bringing their foreheads together. His great antlers curved about her head. He could sense her heart racing and smell fresh sweat.
“Five years of your human life will be a small pittance to pay for extended longevity.” He summoned power from beneath the ancient tree and began the complicated process of bending time and matter. His mind detached from his physical body as he manipulated the power with the fine skills of an artist. A surge of power startled him. He couldn’t identify its source; it swelled around his silver strands of magic, encasing them in wild, green tendrils. He mentally scrambled to maintain the flow but they writhed free of his control.
Before darkness took his consciousness, he saw green and silver surround both him and the girl.