tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15296293002989808232011-04-21T11:47:38.103-07:00We should all be careful what we ask for, as the asking triggers the getting in ways we do not always expect. When one laments that they are in need of a vacation, you would expect them to perhaps purchase some airline tickets to a colorful and amusing destination. Surely something as mundane as cleaning one's closet shelves could not induce the strangest journey of one's life - unless of course, you are me.Esterihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09150186982860783855noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529629300298980823.post-84815689727112770392009-04-29T08:46:00.000-07:002009-04-29T08:47:58.331-07:00

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La Valtana brushed away the remaining flower petals from the corners of her eyes and whispered " It's certainly not an easy task for them, as the features of Tirahvaalta are constantly moving."I gave her a quizzical expression. "How can anyone make a map of something that doesn't stay still? Maps by nature are static things. No wonder these poor men are mad."La Valtana corrected me "Oh no, my

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"The...voice? So, you...are Tirahvaalta?" I said shakily.La Valtana's eyes brightened and the fireflies on her necklace pulsed an electric green."I am an aspect, not the whole. The whole of Tirahvaalta is something far greater than I. I exist here, in the royal city, to keep ties with those who organize the information on this world. Peili is truly more of a focal point, or a door than anything

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La Valtana's eyes glistened and her pupils changed to a diamond shape.(eek!)"I will begin with your questions." She said very matter of factly, and regarded me quietly as I struggled to put my thoughts together."Ermm, your majesty...""Oriel. Please. Titles weary me. I hear a multitude of them all day." she smiled."Oriel...Where...am I?"Her smile had a visible glow to it. Pink to be exact."You are

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I was not prepared for the room I had just entered. It was an enormous space with high ceilings, and at first glance was covered with every ornament an ostentatious palace should possess- carved molded ceilings, wall sconces, elaborate furniture, tall windows and sculptures...but upon blinking I could not decide if I had stepped into a room or a forest. Or maybe a courtyard.Everything seemed to

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I rubbed my eyes, as the dimness I had stepped into didn't seem to be receding. There was a sense of not only visual but textural fuzziness, as my steps weren't finding purchase with any sort of solid surface and my groping hands seemed to close on cottony greyness. It was frightfully annoying. Nevertheless, I had encountered this in dreams before and knew such a condition was not likely to

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There was an envelope adhered to the mirror. I was positive I had not seen it when I saw the mirror before, nor when I had first sat down in the seat opposite. I cautiously got up and walked slowly to the mirror, focusing as much on the reflection in it as on the envelope. I didn't trust the place to not change suddenly, as it had proved it could do so in small ways which were not settling well

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Reaching out, I turned the knob to the right and pulled the door open. There was another room inside, a significantly sized room that to my bewilderment, was already lit. I pulled the key from the lock and pocketed both it and the book, then shimmied into the room and stood up.Dumbfounded, I stared around the room which was lit by a peachy pink light coming from several frosted lamps on low,

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Where was I?Winter, cadavers and obits, yes.That was life day in and out for quite some time. It had a certain rhythm. Rather like a tone deaf tuba player in an orchestra of broken kazoos and a rusty triangle, but a rhythm nonetheless.As someone who had felt like they had settled for what was available, or more accurately become complacent -if not jaded -about life, I found little in the day to

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There are people who speak of "normal" as a desirable quality in persons and in life.Bugger those folk.Normal is a far cry from real or healthy, or interesting. Normal is a facade, a sad, wet, cardboard facade that slowly disintegrates under pressure. Not at all durable.I've found, that the more one thinks that one's life is normal, the more nature abhors the perceived vacuum and throws not only

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