#78 Where? "So, uh, why is there a framed spiderweb on the wall?" Tobias asked the question that had been bugging him ever since he arrived. "Dad really likes spiders," Gail looked up at the web. It had been covered in a fine blue powder to make it show up against the dark background. "Especially that kind. He says they make the most beautiful webs." "Likes?" Tobias questioned, stressing the tense, "So he's not--" "Dead?" Gail snorted, "Hardly. He took off for some reason of other and is too chicken to come back." "No idea where he is?" "I think grandpa knows."
#77 What? "What in the world is that?" Jezza demanded, staring at the strange, mud covered object. "I don't know," Xalia said, puffing, "but I think it wanted to be found." "Um, OK," Jezza responded, giving the object an odd look, "Come on, I think there's a stream over this way." Xalia nodded, and followed her friend to the water. There, she gently dipped her find into the water, allowing the current to wash away the muck. "Oh," Jezza murmured as both girls stared at the finely made golden knife. It's blade was concealed by a tattered sheath, it's handle gem studded.
#76 Who? Skya lay at the edge of sleep when she felt something shift. Someone was there. She sat up, eyes straining against the darkness. Nothing. She opened her mind, but could hear no thoughts, could not even sense a closed mind. "Who's there?" Skya called, not quite able to still the quiver in her voice. Silence. Then, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," someone spoke as he quietly stepped out from the shadows. "Tobias!" She gasped, angry now, "What are you doing here?!" "Gail's got her mind set on another adventure, and I said I'd come get you." He shrugged.
#75 Shade Laying still on the stream bank, Gail watched the dappled reflection on the water's surface. Fascinated by the leaves' swaying shadow. She looked for patterns in the blue peeking through. "Why do your leaves move when the air so is still?" she asked, still intent in her vigil. The air is not so still above the rooftops, The thought hummed through the air, creating an almost physical sensation with the strength of the tree's will. "Really?" Gail asked, peering into the sky as if she could see the wind itself. "Well that's silly. The wind should blow the same everywhere!"
#74 Dark "What the hell?!" Blythe shouted, jumping back i panic. "I don't know!" Favian growled, fumbling around in the dark, "damnit! Where's that bloody flashlight!" "I'll get it as soon as I can see." Zared told them calmly, causing both to jump in surprise. "That was you?!" Blythe asked, outraged, "What the--" "Wait a minute," Favian interrupted, "You can see?" "Well I could," Zared responded dryly, "Until someone shined a flashlight in my eyes." "Er, sorry?" Favian apologized. "That doesn't excuse sending it flying," Blythe grumbled. "I don't like flashlights," Zared explained. "So?" She countered irritably.
#73 Light "Wow it's dark in here," Favian said, turning on his flashlight, "I wonder what Jezza wants." "I don't Know," Blythe mumbled, stumbling in after him, "Probably something silly," "Jezza's not usually silly," He responded, shining the flashlight around, "I've never gotten a good look at this place before." "What's there to look at?" Blyth asked, "It's a cave." "Well, I can see some crystals in the walls, and that looks like a passage over-- What was that?!" Favian swung the flashlight around to follow a clattering noise. With a sudden rush of movement the light was knocked from his hand.
#72 Fixed "Having fun?" Amanda asked, cheerfully watching as her son carefully removed shingles from the damaged portion of the roof, revealing the strong plywood underneath. Zared grunted, examining the hole left by a large flying stone. "That rock did a number too this thing, didn't it?" He commented as he removed the plywood, untroubled by the weak light. She chuckled, "Oh yes. You should have been there, everyone was freaking out. All afraid the storm was going to come in!" Zared grinned, "Nah, Edgewood Architecture can take a few hits." He jumped down to get a new sheet of spelled plywood.
#71 Broken I am broken. I have been caged, betrayed. Hurt, and hurt again. By someone I should have been able to trust. He does not understand me. He was not there as I grew. Learned. Showed interest. Became. He does not know me. I try to tell him, show him, and he denies it. He refuses to see. He calls me a liar. I cannot live here, in a box surrounded by boxes. It's choking me. I need space, trees, animals, wilderness. They all speak to me. I can't stay here. I am dying. Broken. And only Gaia can fix me.
# 70 Storm I am the storm. My wings are the wind, lightning flows through my veins. The rain is my tears upon the ground, hail, my icy rage. I am the storm. None are beyond my power to destroy, little, beyond my power to restore. My strength is great, and rarely is it withheld. I am the storm. My beauty is unmatched, my ferocity without competitor. I am a terrible thing to behold, a sacred force of nature. I am the storm. I soar effortlessly the sky, my range wide and far. Never will I be conquered, for I AM THE STORM.