Entrada -- Birch Glen

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Date Posted: 21:01:44 07/01/02 Mon
Author: Corryl
Subject: Entrada

In a haupton that is practically on the opposite side of the Glen, Corryl rushes back and forth, trying to get everything ready, her hair, her outfit, her gifts, her mind�But to her utter disgust, nothing seems to be going right! She tosses her head and stares at her silky hair, glaring at it as if, by sheer mental willpower, she can force it to look the way she wants it to�Yet the ebony strands stubbornly refuse to do what she demands of them, lying limply against her back, not moving an inch. �YEARGGG!!!!� Her shout echoes out into the haupton, and she finally just grabs a hair tie, pulling her ebony hair into its usual loose ponytail, cursing every single minor god, goddess, and demi-god she can think of (which is a lot) about stupid hair that won�t lie flat, and dangit, where did that present go, and why won�t this stupid hole in her favorite outfit mend itself, and so on and so forth, grumbling loudly as she tries her absolute best to get everything ready and up to her exacting standards. She sighs, and then shakes her head as she looks over her preparations, and wishes they could have been much better, while in fact everything is exactly as she intended it to be�It is just her nitpickiness that makes everything seem like it is going wrong, and her own personality that says, �If this doesn�t work, the world is going to come crashing down around my ears, and I will have failed, for I did not work hard enough.� This trait has become the aggravation of many, this blaming herself if everything doesn�t go perfectly�She chuckles softly, and then gathers up her gift, tempted to make her usual drop to the ground, but deciding to forego it in favor of the ladder, because of the gift which she holds in her hands.

She jogs towards the Glade, her heart sinking to about the area of her boots as she notices many people there already, and many truly lovely gifts�But she steels herself, and goes onward, knowing that her gift is not one that a person would see everyday. She mulls over her choice of gift as she approaches the Glade, wondering what had mad her choose it�It was not food, as she knew that the mother, Cariad, right? Yes, that sounds right�She chuckles to herself. ~I had better remember the name! For now she�s the only adult Rian!~ Then she continues on her train of thought. Cariad had probably already been gifted with plenty of food, so that would be obsolete. Her gift didn�t have very many practical purposes, that was for sure, at least none that a normal person would think of. But in beauty�She grins, her teeth flashing whitely in the shadows of the trees, very proud of the intricacy and beauty she had worked hard at to integrate into the gift. For the present that she would be presenting to the Rian and her Bonded is a set of gorgeous wind chimes, the notes as pure as is possible to be, the metal thin and unblemished except for the delicate carvings of Wytti all along it, some in flight, some on the ground, some male, some female, some adults, some still Plenyts like the ones in this Glade. There are twelve chimes, each of them balanced perfectly on one note, based on a G scale. The music of wind chimes, she has discovered, is one of the most soothing things you can listen to while meditating, and several of the like adorn her haupton, but most of them are in an E minor scale, her personal favorite.

She smiles, and then enters the Glade, sweeping a low bow to the lovely Rian and her Bonded, her heart clenching as she notices how many others there are already, and wonders if her effort will be in vain�Her attempt to get here in time so that at least one of the Plenyts will notice her, and may choose to Bond with her�She closes her eyes tightly. No. She will not give into depressed thoughts of that sort. She tosses off a wide grin to the Rian, along with another bow, and then offers the wind chimes, still wrapped in their protective covering of tissue paper, to the Rian�s Bonded. �I wasn�t sure what to bring, so I sorta guessed at it�I hope that this gift is welcome, for I�d hate it if I weren�t�I worked pretty hard on it, and I�m really hopeful�� She offers up yet another grin. �I wasn�t here when you had your first litter, but I do not doubt that they were every bit as lovely as the younglings I see here�They�re absolutely wonderful! I am extremely pleased to be here for an opportunity to get to know them, and it would be the highest honor to Bond with one of them, should I ever be so lucky�� She smiles hopefully, and then waits for her judgment to be pronounced by either the Rian or her Bonded, very hopeful�

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