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This particular take on the Taritans stems from a story I wrote around the time I was graduating from high school (and which exists in that form somewhere out on the Internets but I'm not saying where ~~though Google knows~~). Vibramycin For Sale, Actually, I'm currently re-writing parts of that original short story as they occur to me. The part of the story I love the most, order Vibramycin from mexican pharmacy, Vibramycin interactions, though, is the part that pertains to the time when Ellira was in Osgalath, after Vibramycin. Online buying Vibramycin hcl, I love exploring what she went through to hide herself and Ilarwyn among the humans. While most of this story has never been posted publicly, Vibramycin results, Vibramycin blogs, there is a little portion of it up under the title of "Rainy Days".

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This is one of those happy few pieces that, despite having been written six or seven years ago, is still a scene that I love to come back to and see again. Not only did I capture a dynamic of Jeassinae's story that I'd been struggling with, but I really set a tone for Jeassinae's interactions with her family. And I love the game with her nieces and nephew.

Honorable Mentions: Disappointed, wherein I learned to love Richard again, and Nightmares, Tears, and Ghosts, which I love for confronting Jeanne's feelings after her father dies and for being a homage to the nightmare I had that started everything as far as Faerie is concerned.

For anyone unable to access the material on LJ or who really, really wants to see some of the stuff that hasn't been posted publicly, begging, flattery, bribes, and/or an e-mail address might get you what you want.

OF :: Tales And Toy Soldiers

Nicole — Sat, 21 Jan 2006 19:48:20 +0000

Title: Tales And Toy Soldiers Arc: Faerie Rating: PG Written: 2001? Summary: Jeassinae finds herself a figure of legend even to her nieces and nephews. Author's Note: This has been one of my secret favorites for a long time. When I wrote it, I was struggling to express the difficulties Aderana and Jeassinae were having in relating to one another as Jeassinae grew older, but this seemed to capture the tension perfectly. And it introduces their nephew Quenin, who is probably my favorite of the second-generation Faeries. These characters, stories, and ideas are the original, copyrighted work of Nicole Sharp and are protected under a Creative Commons License. The night before she set out again, a special dinner was held in the Hall for Jeassinae. All of her family attended, along with many of the bekaryns. Jeassinae watched three Faerie children play on the floor from where she sat. Kallysa was more than year older than the other two, but she played with her cousins anyway. The other two, Jeassinae had been told, belonged to Deirdae and Sylla, respectively. Deirdae had given birth to a son three years ago, and she had named him Quenin. About a year later, Sylla’s daughter Kyla had been born. Deirdae, now twenty winters or so, was bonded to Cecyl, just as Aderana was bonded to Trijeson. The little boy had his father’s brown hair and his mother’s bright blue eyes, and he was quite intelligent. His mother had introduced him to Jeassinae, and he had promptly asked for a story from his “new” aunt. When Jeassinae insisted that she knew no stories, the little boy proceeded to tell her all of his favorites. Kyla was a good bit quieter; she acted unusually like her mother, although she had her father’s striking green eyes. Sylla never said anything about Kyla’s father, but anyone could see that Stykantus had fathered the girl. Jeassinae watched the three play with Quenin’s wooden soldiers, carved by his father. Kallysa and Quenin played together easily, but Kyla required encouragement, and Kallysa would stop politely and ask her if she wanted to move her soldiers next. The Queen’s daughter would glance toward her parents after doing this, expecting one of them to have seen and to praise her for being such a good girl. Sometimes Trijeson would notice and smile at her, but Aderana was often too busy speaking to someone else. Each time Kallysa would glance toward her mother and see that she wasn’t watching, Jeassinae saw a flash of disappointment and pain in her eyes. Jeassinae knew the feeling. She had often felt that way in their old home when her sister had been too busy to pay attention to her. Finally, Jeassinae rose from her place and moved to sit by the children on the floor. “May I play as well?” she asked. Kallysa’s eyes widened, and she turned to Quenin. “They’re your soldiers, Quenin.” “Yes, yes,” Quenin grinned. “Play with us, Aunt Jeas—Jeassi—Je— “Jeassinae,” she smiled. “It’s a tough name. You can call me Aunt Jea.” Quenin took one of his soldiers, one with a broken sword, and handed it to Jeassinae. “He was one of mine, but you can use him. You gotta have a soldier.” “Thank you.” Kallysa was not about to be outdone. “You can have one of mine, too,” she said, pushing one of the wooden toys toward her. “Thanks.” Jeassinae looked at Kyla, who was still sitting quietly. “Is it all right with you if I play, Kyla?” The girl was staring at the soldiers on the floor, and slowly, her eyes moved to her aunt. She nodded in silence. “Okay. Now can you tell me what I’m supposed to do?” Quenin leaned forward and spoke confidentially. “We’re pretending that the soldiers are fighting the Drayells like the Queen’s sister does.” “The Queen’s sister?” “Mm—hmm. She left ‘fore we were born, and she got rid of the verildés. Mamma says that she’s really nice and pretty like the Queen. She talks about her sometimes, but Daddy doesn’t.” Kallysa nodded. “Mother talks about her a lot, too. She tells me stories sometimes before bed. Does your mother talk about her, too, Kyla?” Kyla shook her head. “Why not?” Quenin asked her. “Does your mother not like her?” Kyla shrugged. “How do you play this game?” Jeassinae interrupted, uncomfortable. “We’ve got them set up in lines like when my daddy talks to the guards every day. And these,” Quenin pointed to the rocks, “are the Drayells. They’re getting ready to fight, and so are we. You put your men here.” “Are they all men?” “ ‘Course they are,” he said. “Women don’t go out and fight. They’re supposed to stay in the town and take care of stuff.” “Do all of them do that?” Jeassinae asked. “Of course they do,” Kallysa answered. “All of the women stay here in the city.” “Right,” Jeassinae agreed, setting her soldiers in place. “Set yours here,” Kallysa told Kyla. Kyla put her soldiers down where the other girl pointed, one on his head. Quenin sat back. “Now we gotta wait for awhile so that they can get ready.” He looked up at Jeassinae. “Why are you playing with us, Aunt Jea?” he asked. “None of the others play soldiers with us at dinners.” “They all sit at the tables and talk,” Kallysa complained. “I thought it would be fun.” The children nodded. “Why haven’t I seen you before this?” Quenin asked. “Yes, where have you been?” Kallysa echoed. “I was outside the city.” “What for?” Kallysa asked. “Girls aren’t supposed to go out there.” Quenin was examining her carefully. “You look lots like the Queen.” “Yeah,” Kallysa agreed, “you look a lot like my mother.” “Mm—hmm,” Quenin said. “You Queen sister,” Kyla whispered. “Is it time for the fighting now?” Jeassinae asked, covering Kyla’s comment. “Kyla said something,” Kallysa squealed. “She doesn’t ever talk.” “Say it again, Kyla,” Quenin said. She pointed to Jeassinae. “You Queen sister,” she repeated, louder this time. “Are you really?” Quenin asked with wonder. “Yes.” The children were silent, eyes wide. “Then you’re a real soldier,” Quenin whispered at last. “You’ve fought the real Drayells.” “And the verildés,” Kallysa added. “Wow,” Quenin exclaimed. “You must be real strong.” Kallysa reached forward and touched Jeassinae’s arm. “Mother always talked about you, and I used to believe it. But then I got older, and I thought you weren’t real ‘cause I’d never seen you. But you are real. You’re real.” “You told me you didn’t know any stories,” Quenin complained. “You could have told me lots.” “I’m sorry that I thought you weren’t real. I thought that maybe you were like Carisae, someone that they talk about who isn’t really real,” Kallysa said. “Jeassinae.” It was Aderana. The younger sister turned toward the Queen. “What are you doing on the floor?” “I was just talking to my nieces and nephew.” “Perhaps you should speak to your brothers and sisters. People closer to your own age.” Jeassinae bit back a sour retort and rose. “Thank you for allowing me to play with you,” she said as she smiled at the bewildered children. She turned smartly and returned to her seat. “Jea,” Aderana whispered as she sat by her sister, “why did you do that?” “Kallysa was sad because you weren’t watching her. She wanted you to compliment her for encouraging Kyla to play with them. I felt bad for her,” Jeassinae answered. “I don’t understand.” Jeassinae looked into her sister’s dark brown eyes and saw that she truly didn’t understand. “I suppose you wouldn’t know, Aderana, because our mother fawned over you every moment. You never lacked attention.” Jeassinae watched without flinching as her sister’s eyes flashed in anger. “What are you suggesting?” “I’m not suggesting anything, sister. I’m just informing you that your daughter is feeling unloved. She’s too young to understand that you’re busy with more important business. Perhaps you should consider her feelings more often.” Her sister’s jaw worked in silence. Jeassinae could sense the anger that Aderana was fighting. “I say this only as your sister, Aderana,” Jeassinae whispered. Aderana swallowed. “And I accept it as your sister, not a Queen,” she replied in the same low tone. “All the same, I would appreciate it if you did not seek to tell me how to raise my daughter.” “It’s not my business to intervene, but I know how she feels,” Jeassinae answered. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to be going early tomorrow so I should retire.” She rose from her seat. “Wait, Jeassinae,” the Queen ordered. All eyes turned to them. “As you set off again to locate another settlement, you shall take with you twenty bekaryns. They are knowledgeable in many crafts and will assist you in building and maintaining a new fortification.” “This isn’t necessary, Your Majesty. I have no plans for a large settlement.” “Perhaps you do not, but I do. They will travel by your side.” Jeassinae felt her face darken, but she held her anger in check. “You honor me, Your Majesty. Thank you.” “Go, Jeassinae, and may our mother watch over you.” Jeassinae bowed and walked toward the other end of the Hall. Wellian fell into step behind her. Our mother watches over only you, Aderana, Jeassinae thought. She saw Kallysa and the others playing still. They stopped and watched as she passed by. And you watch only yourself.

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Title: Carisae's Return Arc: Faerie Rating: PG Written: Summer 2000 Summary: A young Jeassinae reflects on her mother's behavior toward her. Author's Note: This is one of the earliest scenes I wrote for The Saint's Heir which dates it to the summer of 2000, shortly after I finished the first draft of The Fairie's Daughter. I think my primary reason for liking it so is that it contains a very young Jeassinae. These characters, stories, and ideas are the original, copyrighted work of Nicole Sharp and are protected under a Creative Commons License. The forest was quiet and peaceful in the sunlight and provided hiding places where the girl could view everything around her and think without being disturbed. The branch where she sat was her favorite, nearly eight feet off the ground, and as high as a mountain to the five-year-old. She sighed and leaned against the tree trunk, her hands gripping the oak’s bark with caution. Sunlight glittered through the foliage, teasing her senses. It was beautiful here in her home, the only home she could remember. She belonged here, with her family of older brothers and sisters, and Aderana. She smiled, her wings twitching, as she thought of her oldest sister. If anyone was her mother, it was Aderana. But, as much as she wished that it were true, she knew that it wasn’t. And her real mother was coming. Everyone else was excited at the house. They were all nervous with anticipation, and even Aderana had ignored her more than usual. Everyone was working to prepare for her mother’s visit from Aderana to Deirdae to Nijelyn, who was the youngest next to her. A tear escaped her eye and she wiped it away. She didn’t want to see their mother at all. She abandoned me, the girl thought. I never want to see her again. “Jeassinae?” a voice called. The girl glanced down to see a sister, Sylla, looking up at her. Sylla was fifteen winters old now; her birthingday had been celebrated recently. “Aderana is searching for you. Why are you out here and not helping to prepare for Mother’s arrival?” “I don’t want her to come.” “Jeassinae, that’s terrible! Come down here right now. I want you to go tell Aderana that to her face. I don’t think you could manage it.” “I’ll say it to Carisae’s face,” Jeassinae snapped, her temper flaring. “You wouldn’t do that,” another voice said. “Come on down, Jea. Sylla, can you go back to the house and make sure that everything is going smoothly?” “Yes, Aderana,” Sylla acknowledged as she left. “Come, Jea,” Aderana beckoned. “You must greet Carisae with me.” “No,” the girl said as she shook her head, “I won’t.” “Jeassinae,” Aderana said firmly, “come down here right now.” The little girl’s eyes were full of pain and anger as she shook her head again. “Aderana, please don’t make me. Don’t make me see her again.” Jeassinae began to cry. “Oh, my little one, don’t cry. Come here, I’ll dry your tears, but you must tell me what troubles you so.” Jeassinae agreed as she climbed down and ran into her sister’s embrace. “I love you, Aderana,” she sobbed, “but I don’t love Mother. I can’t.” “Jea,” Aderana gasped, “why not?” Jeassinae knew her sister could not imagine hating Carisae. “She hates me,” the child answered. “She hates me so much, and I don’t understand why. She left me here before I was even finished with my spurt, sister. And you don’t know what she did to me before that.” The girl’s explanation dissolved into tears. “It’s all right, Jea. You don’t have to love our mother. But you still need to come with me and stay at the house while she’s here.” The girl shook her head. “Don’t make me, please.” “Jeassinae, you know I will not let you leave. Come on, Jea, be brave, my little Faerie.” Jeassinae giggled as her sister tickled her. “Okay, okay, I’ll try, sister, for you.” They walked back to the house together, and, not an hour later, Aderana sensed her mother’s approach. “She’s here, she’s here,” Nijelyn sang out from the windowsill. “Aderana, Cecyl, Girryn, Deirdae, Jeassinae, she’s here,” he sang as he danced about the room before running out the door, just ahead of his siblings. The black haired boy reached her first and threw his arms around the woman’s waist. “Mother, Mother, Mother,” he chanted. “Is this my Nijelyn?” she laughed as she ruffled his hair, shifting the child she held in her arms. Her older children gathered around her, and shouts and happy cries surrounded them all. It was chaos until Aderana spoke, “Mother, who do you have with you?” The children fell back to allow Carisae room to speak. Three new children grasped the woman’s skirt and she held a toddler in her arms. “This is Mettissia,” she said, indicating a fair-haired girl, “and she is four winters old. These boys are twins, Taimer and Fontin; both are three winters, and this little one,” she indicated the boy in her arms, “is Veklos. He is two winters old. I have brought them to join you here.” She looked up at her older children. “My goodness, there are so many of you now, Chervari.” “You know my name,” Aderana said with annoyance. “Yes, of course, Aderana. Forgive me.” “We are seventeen now?” Trijeson asked, standing tall at age eighteen. Cairsae looked over the sea of faces. “Seventeen? There are only sixteen of you here.” Aderana glanced behind her toward the house, where she saw Jeassinae standing near the door, her expression that of one lost. She beckoned to her little sister, and Carisae craned her neck to see the person Aderana was calling to. She saw the face of the little girl and gasped; it was so much like that of her little Chervari, and the wings were nearly the same. But rather than Aderana’s expression of joy, this girl glared at her mother in anger and resentment. “Who is this, Aderana?” Carisae whispered. “Is this—“ “Is this the child you abandoned the night she was born?” Jeassinae interjected. “Yes, I am.” With that she ran into the forest again. Aderana reached toward her little sister and started after her, but Carisae called to her. “No, Aderana, don’t go after her. Come. Show me the home you have made here.” It was beginning to get darker anyway, and Aderana turned back to the sunlight, her mother.