- my request - -- kyeburn quarry

you laugh at me because I'm different
I just laugh for the hell of it

silence does the trick. by glance, any foreign equine might consider me sullen. solitary. I don't take well to straegrs, indeed. one may wonder how I am bound to such a wonderful alabastar. how did that fool land her? but those foreign equus would not undertstand my 'complex' philosiphy. I'm not malicious or sinister. I am cynical at times. but aren't we all? but please, by all means. make those pre-judgements. I'd love you to. why? because I don't care. I find them flattering, really. that you'd waste your time contemplating my mischevious self.

onwards. well well. bonsiour, medemoiselle. or might I call you madame? muahaha. dear dear still. after what... I don't know, a long time. we still haven't spoken a word. but somehow, we said more than we have ever said before. how ironic, aye?

large ivory splattered hessian makes way through the quarry. ebon and ivory. living in perfect harmony. he had been promoted, indeed. to a worthy position. I get to train, or so to say. but anwyays. let's catch up with the quaint beldame. my shadow dwelling friend.. or.. lover? words prepare to leave taught labrums. but what to say? what is there to say? so much, yet so little. and so I give you this. let this word twist upon the air until it finds the acoustics I want it to. they one's it is ment for. just for. a whisper left in the wind. enchanting...

still...

one syllable, yet, so much to it. a piece of a name. a nickname. abreiviated? semi, I'd say. still for still waters. of kyeburn quarry. bound to aedean. me. of bestial plains. rediscovered from an enchanted past. [wink wink]

aedean
bound to still waters
bestial plains [x] sentinel
they who dance are often thought mad
by those who do not hear the music