Γ 21

Dec. 26th, 2008 05:32 pm
silk_for_calde: (It's what you were made for)
I find I cannot remember what happened on Tarsday Tuesday; it must have been a curse, and no doubt a strange one. I hope I did nothing regrettable... though perhaps I ought to take the fact that I cannot recall it as a sign that I should not pry.

I did find, scrawled in something that might have been my own hand, these lines;

"Though trodden beneath the shepherd's heel,
The wild hyacinth blooms on the ground."


I believe they are from the Chrasmologic Writings (though I cannot name the book,) but I am uncertain as to why I would have copied them out... I had forgotten them, truth be told, until the moment I found the slip of paper.

I know I am late in saying it, but a happy Christmas to all of you. It was a pleasant one, for my first-- though perhaps I should think of it as my second, in a sense. The first I have knowingly celebrated, in any case... And yet, I wonder at the significance of that; but the Outsider alone knows such things. The holiday is certainly suited to him, in some ways; whether it is his, or mere coincidence...

I still do not know why I am here, in this City; but I am glad to have had the opportunities I have had, to come to know all of you. I am glad to be here, even if my task must be delayed.

GIFT STUFF :D )

Γ 13

Oct. 31st, 2008 01:15 pm
silk_for_calde: ('I will not fail' he told the voices)
Earth's holidays are quite intriguing; I've been reading up on them since people began speaking of Halloween. We don't seem to share most of them, in my whorl, which... well. I find myself uncertain; I sometimes feel so sure that it is the Short-Sun Whorl, and other times, it seems impossible. No mentions of Pas, or his children; and yet sometimes, I feel I glimpse the Outsider in your stories, though he goes by other names. I could spend a lifetime studying and never comprehend, and sometimes I feel the City is inclined to let me do so. If nothing else, it is a kindness that curiosity saves me from anxiety over Viron.

I have no costume, really; though I found an old robe in one of the shops here not unlike my own, so perhaps I am dressed as myself for Hallow's Even. Silk of his own whorl, not Silk of the City. Silk who'd never dream of any of the things I have seen. In some ways, I almost envy him his innocence, though I would not trade the whorl to gain it back. I thought it was odd, saying my prayers for High Hierax, some weeks ago, dressed as a layman; now, accustomed to dressing as most here do, it's strange to see the reflection of my proper self. From what I've read, black robes are not inappropriate for the holiday, though perhaps I ought to have some sort of mask, and do not. That long butcher, as some would have said, even in my own quarter. Disrespectful though that title might be, it isn't strictly a lie. I didn't really mind it.

This has been a peculiar month all together; I've found myself winged, I've found myself dancing (though not terribly well, I'm afraid; though in the end the act was well-received.) A month of transformations for the City as well, and today looks to be no different. Frightening yet fantastic. I may be a fool but I feel somehow optimistic, even now.

So, City, I wish you all a joyous Hallow's Eve; by Feasting Phaea, by Echidna, mother of the gods and patroness of the harvest; by Stygian Tartaros, whose holy shadows seem all too appropriate to the festivities, and by Highest Hierax, whose day this surely is.

[ooc: he wouldn't have been as bad a dancer as he thinks he was xD but I'm sure he was utterly bewildered by it. tags will be iffy towards evening since I'm off to the paraaade!]

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