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Where Have You Gone? -- Faerie
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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.

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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.

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OF :: Applications

Published on 17 January 2006 in Journal. 0 Comments Tags: , .
Title: Applications Arc: Taratia Rating: PG Written: Summer 2002 Summary: Azura seeks entry to the elite Academy in Taratia. These characters, stories, and ideas are the original, copyrighted work of Nicole Sharp and are protected under a Creative Commons License. Azura stood at the foot of the wide staircase and stared up at the Academy’s façade. It was an old palace, constructed with reddish stone that was carved into columns, arched windows, and crowned with statues. It was easily the largest single building that Azura had ever seen. And here she stood, alone, dwarfed by the size of the building and what it represented. Did everyone feel that way? With a heaviness that she couldn’t explain, she ascended the wide stairs and passed under the shadow of the building. She pulled open a heavy, carved wooden door and entered a marble-filled lobby. She could just see a woman’s hair protruding over a counter, and she walked toward it. “Excuse me, madam?” The woman, middle-aged, glanced up over the rim of her glasses. “Can I help you?” “I’d like to apply, please.” “For the maid’s position?” Azura blushed, her skin glowing. “No, ma’am, as a student.” The woman wore an amused look as she gathered the paperwork and set it on the counter. “Start filling these out, and when that door to your left opens, go in. Understand?” Azura nodded. “Thank you, ma’am.” She took the pen and papers to a seat and began to fill them out. Mother’s name: Ellira—She struggled to remember the surname her father used for her—Isallyn. Father’s name: Teleron Orómae. Was your mother enrolled here? Yes. Graduated? Yes. Mother name? Azura frowned. What did they mean by that? There was another below it for a father name. She skipped these and filled out her age, birthday, and birthplace. Current residence? None. Azura glanced up and saw that the door was open. She gathered her things and rose. Inside the room were two women, one about the age of the secretary, the other much younger. She could see that they were both highly born. The two were lost in conversation, and Azura waited in the doorway. Finally, the older woman looked up. “Yes?” “I’d like to apply here, madam. The lady at the desk sent me here.” The older woman had a disapproving look. “Sit down.” She pointed to a hard backed chair. Azura crossed and sat on the edge of it, her back straight. “What is your name?” “Azura Orómae, ma’am.” “Is that your mother name?” “I—I don’t quite know what you mean by that,” she admitted. The woman did not look pleased. “Is that what you mother named you?” “I don’t know. She left when I was small. It’s what my father always called me.” “And you don’t know your other name?” She wondered if she should mention the name that Tirlyn and Mr. Tischen had called her. “No, ma’am.” “Who is your father?” “Teleron Orómae, ma’am. But he’s dead now.” “Then you live with another relative?” Azura struggled to look into the woman’s eyes. “I don’t live anywhere right now, ma’am. My father and sister lived in Osgalath, but they were killed and now I’m here. I don’t know if I have any relatives, and I don’t know how to find them.” “You said that you lived in Osgalath. That’s on the human side of the Lithryn, is it not?” “It is, ma’am.” “How long did you live there?” “All my life, ma’am. My parents moved there a few months before I was born.” “Yes,” the older woman said. She sounded rather disgusted. “Now what was your mother’s name?” “Ellira Isallyn.” Azura saw a flicker of interest in the younger woman’s eyes. “My father told me that she was a student here.” “Isallyn is n—“ The younger woman motioned for her to be silent and leaned forward, studying Azura closely. “What did you say your father’s name was, Azura?” “Teleron. Teleron Orómae, miss.” The woman nodded. “And how old are you?” “Nearly fifteen, miss.” “Mayra, it’s not your place to question this—this girl.” The woman said it as though she were pronouncing a sentence of treason. “It’s obvious that she’s a penniless orphan that can’t even meet entry requirements—Get out, you! Isallyn, indeed!” The other woman was arguing, but Azura was at the door, clutching her bag. She ran through the lobby, tore open the door and ran from there, not stopping until the building was far out of sight.

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OF :: Rainy Days

Published on 17 January 2006 in Journal. 0 Comments Tags: , .
Title: Rainy Days Arc: Taratia Rating: PG Written: Summer 2005 Summary: Ellira laments how her pregnancy is driving her elder daughter away. These characters, stories, and ideas are the original, copyrighted work of Nicole Sharp and are protected under a Creative Commons License. Ellira glanced up from the shirt she was mending when her daughter paced before her for the fourth time in a minute. The child’s profile was just visible beyond the hood of the cloak she wore despite being indoors. Her lips were set into a fine line, and she wouldn’t stop worrying at the seams of cloak no matter how much Ellira chided her for it. Rain continued tapping at the window as it had for the past five days. Three more steps and the child turned to pace back toward the door to her father’s workshop. With a sigh, Ellira set the shirt down. “Ilarwyn Selatiru, what is the matter with you?” The child straightened, her eyes snapping to her mother. “What did you call me?” “You heard what I called you, darling,” she replied with a reproving expression. “You never say that name,” the child insisted. “Not here.” “Well, it got you to stop pacing, now, didn’t it?” The child fidgeted. “Don’t you dare start again, Ilarwyn.” “Yes, Mama.” Little fingers pressed harder as they rubbed thinning seams. “What have I told you about ruining those seams? Do you think I enjoy mending, child?” The little girl shook her head, the distant, anxious look in her eyes intensifying. “No, Mama.” Ellira sighed again. “I know you’re restless, darling, but you can’t spend all afternoon pacing up and down the room. Perhaps we could bake cookies.” “There’s no flour,” the child answered without looking at her mother. “We ran out the day before yesterday.” “What about your lessons?” “I finished the newest book yesterday.” She drew her brows together. “I hope Grandmother sends a new one soon.” Ellira noted that she was beginning to rub the edges of the cloak again. “What about the game she sent you?” “Papa stepped on it. He said he would fix it, but he hasn’t,” her daughter complained. Ellira leaned forward, a difficult task considering the size of her belly, and caught Ilarwyn’s tunic, finally attracting the girl’s eyes to her own. “And who left it where she ought not to have?” The child’s skin flushed brighter for the slightest of instants before she looked away and regained control. “I did.” “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” Ellira asked as she leaned back. Ilarwyn shook her head. A moment later she started pacing again. Ellira pulled herself to her feet with a grunt. This second child felt like more of a burden on her than Ilarwyn ever had. Then again, she reflected as she set a hand on her aching back, bearing her elder daughter had been a different sort of burden. As she watched the melancholy on the face of her daughter as the girl marched past, Ellira cursed—not for the first time—the fact that carrying this child lessened her ability to know her daughter’s mind. She closed her eyes, remembering the way Ilarwyn’s body had once fitted perfectly against her own. The sound of crying brought her back. Ilarwyn dragged a forearm across her eyes, glanced for one moment at her mother, and then ran to her own room. Ellira winced as the door closed. “What’s the matter with you, girl?” Ellira called. She frowned in the direction of the workshop. How could Teleron continue working like that? Was he completely oblivious? Muttering two lines of a prayer, she made her way toward her daughter’s room. She knocked twice before calling her daughter’s name. A few more sniffles were all she heard in reply. “Ilarwyn Isallyn, you open this door and tell me what’s wrong.” Renewed tears. Ellira bit back a sigh and set her forehead against the doorjamb. “Ilarwyn, please. I can’t stand it when you won’t talk to me.”

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