People...

...are beautiful. ♥

Merry Christmas everybody. I love you all, and hope you're having a good time.

I'm waiting to go shopping, listening to Big Bang's Koe Wo Kikasete (love the song) and feeling, overall, very satisfied and happy.

I like Christmas somewhat. XD

Our furnace stopped working this morning, and even though the repairmen got it fixed and the house is nice and warm now, I'm still wearing one of my bro's sweaters (given to him by Cylleruion and much too big for him right now, anyways). I must confess it is getting rather stuffy in the thing. :P I'm crazy.
I've been helping my siblings make a paper chain, and hopefully I can post pictures of it later. :D It's Christmas themed, and on several links we have the names of Christmas songs!

TTYL! XD

-Argentia Krystofel ♥

Hannah gave me a wonderful idea! I didn't realize you can upload slideshows onto blogger! So, I decided I would upload a few of my slideshows/AMVs.

   

Some of the older ones...

 

^ I used to LOVE Sigma 6! Wait a min, I still do! Just not as much...haha

Tired

Hello.

I'm tired.

My mouse isn't working. My siblings are making crafts to dirty up the kitchen I cleaned yesterday. I feel like last night I lived yesterday again, and therefore had no energy this morning. My siblings won't stop talking. My mom is too busy to do anything. I was going to have a fun day out with her tomorrow, but I need to clean the kitchen before I go.

So.

I'm listening to Kathleen Edwards! Yay! I'll feel depressed and happy and in love with the guitar all at the same time!

The song at present that has me enraptured-

Do you pick up your phone
Do you check your mail
Do you answer your door even if it's late?
I don't know who to call
I don't know who to write
And I think I forgot
What your face looks like
I've been away

Do you think that I've changed
I swear I never tried
Memory is a terrible thing
When you use it right

I guess I'm just like my dad-I like sad or lonely songs. But, seriously, I like the way Kathleen Edwards writes...See, I have a friend who once told me that he thinks each artist has their own 'style' or 'theme' in their music.

Kathleen's is about the other person, typically what they've seemingly felt or made her feel, or how she misses them or has forgotten their kindness. But, most about her theme that strike me is this-Change. She doesn't want him to change her; force her into someone she isn't.

And, as the lines above suggest, she doesn't want to change if he's happy with who she really is.

This communicates me very well. I do not like changing for other people, unless, of course, what I'm doing is sinful. I'll change for Christ. But not for someone that just wants one of my quirks to suit them better.

Okay, I guess that's enough seriousness. XD I just am really tired, so being serious is natural. I also have a lot going on with a friend, and I really wish I could help her, but I've said some things to the only person that could help her that will prevent her from being helped...AGH! *sigh*

I guess I should reflect on the only thing I can reflect on-The beautiful cranberry-apple pie I made yesterday. It was delicious, and I got to eat the last piece and lick the pan! Mmmmmm...but, my bro didn't like it b/c of the cranberries-They made it very sour to him. But I love a bit (okay, a lot!) of tart in my pie!

Well, I guess I've vented...now, to master the art of keeping my thoughts inside and not venting them! lol

-Argentia Krystofel ♥

Snow, snow... But No Facebook.

Snow, snow, hello, snow
Glad to see you, don't you know?

Glad I don't live in North Carolina! My friends who live down there don't get half as much snow as we do! Well, the ones in the mountains get SOME, but the friends who live in the city don't get it like we do normally...

Haha. I am rambling again. XD
Lately, I have found it impossible to stay on topic! Wow! Amazing, you would never believe it! Me, not staying on topic!

Okay, whatever. XD

Anyways, it's come to my attention that I didn't post pictures of my sister's snowman and snowcat. So here they are-

They're so cute! Sadly, they've melted by now, but they were adorable while they lasted!
I have been staying true to my no-Facebook promise...mostly. XD I was on Facebook Monday and for just a little bit Tuesday, but since Monday was the day I decided to stop getting on Facebook for a week, and Tuesday I had a special friend who's going through a lot contact me, I think I'll let it slide. Maybe I'll extend the 'probation' until next Tuesday. >.< lol
 Also, friendship is a curious thing. To some people, I am velcro-ed...we stick pretty hard when we finally bump into each other. Others, it's like plastic-wrap. When water get's between the wrap, it becomes useless.
 Then, with still others, we're like magnets. Instantly, when we just get in range of each other, we come towards eachother, no matter what. A charge is between us, we love being together, and we just can't avoid eachother.

Lately, it feels like I have a lot of plastic-wrap friendships. Nothing I can do can keep the friendship together when water comes between us. Sure, I have a few velcro ones going on...they aren't so hard to keep together...but I am lacking in those magnet ones that I thought I had.
 (No, I am not talking about you, Sir_F! Don't worry! :) )

My book cover! We found the driftwood while at Southern Shores...

-Argentia Krystofel

In which I think very hard...

So, last night I couldn't sleep. I was up till two-thirty, of my own accord, and only knocked out AFTER I took a motion-sickness pill and LET it put me to sleep...I could've stayed up, even with that pill.
Blame my braindead-ness this weekend. Because of it I had a sudden rush of thinking last night...I realized things I had never noticed.

A point I must make is that I think I'm gonna be off of Facebook for awhile. Seeing certain people on there just riles me, and I hate being riled up over stuff I can't stop.

So.....


Blogger will be my social outlet for a while.

-Argentia Krystofel ♥

The world doesn't like my glances
They scare the people
The world doesn't like my trances
They make them miserable


The people in this place
Are nervous because of my gift
But the gift won't erase
And I do use it for your benefit

A random argument.,

I can says "hai!"


 And I can say "You are crazy."

And then I can says "Why?"

"You think you know something of Japanese,  I suppose...and, hmm...you're crazy because...you're you?"

 To which I says "What do? Japan ain't got nothin on scots!"

To which I reply "Right..."

^^^ Sir_F and I wrote that while we were at Cylleruion's house for S_F's birthday.
It was really fun and cool-Megan and I made a Tardis out of cardboard to put on the table. It took FOREVER! But was fun. We never managed to get the POLICE BOX sign on it, but it still looked cool. I think Cyll's dad was more enthused with it than Sir_F was!
 We listened to techno and messed around on the comp, but most of my anime wouldn't load (there were four computers running the internet, and doubtless two of them had over ten tabs up at once) so I just kinda stared at the two of the geeks, being...themselves. lol
 Also, I watched the first episode of the old Nancy Drew with Megan. It was so fun! I loved some of Ted's remarks to her...and how she just ignores him. XD I am terrible at ignoring remarks like that, though, haha.
 The food was really good, but I don't think I'll eat any macaroni for a while! >.< Maybe if I had put onions or garlic powder on it...or seasoning salt! Agh, why do all the good ideas come after it's over with?
 I have also come to the conclusion that I know nothing about Sci-Fi. I also have come to the conclusion that my best knowledge is of Geographic anything, Art, Writing (including Spelling, Grammar and a love for character development sheets), and Anime.
 If people don't like that about me, they need to really find another person to hang out with. ^.^

Okay, rant over with!
Now, all I want to do is go to bed (in my bed!). I can't shake the thought that the entirety of the time I was at Cyll's house was spent in a haze, though, which is really irritating me! XD

-Argentia Krystofel ♥

Christmas? Christmas?

Snow! Holly! Every radio station but the rock one playing Christmas music from the forties!

So, we all get it. It's Christmas time. Winter time. Freak out and wish everyone a happy new year for no particular reason time.

And we're not going to the annual Christmas party at my grandparent's house. We never send out Christmas cards.

And I'm loving it.

This is the quietest, most enjoyable time of year right now. I'm sitting back, forgetting about Christmas presents and shopping carts and checking the labels on every box of cake at Mumsie's house, just to find out that the same knife used for the pecan pie was just used to cut the only cake I could eat. No, I am thinking about baking my OWN cookies and my five-star (Dad awarded) lemon poppyseed muffins. I'm thinking about spending this weekend relaxing and this coming weekend at a friend's house. I'm thinking about how wonderful the Lord is to give me all this warmth and all these opportunities. I'm trying to stay focused on Him, even though these days are sometimes depressing and a bit frustrating, laced with a tinge of worry and doubt. But overall, I want to be happy. ^.^ And I am, indicated by that happy face. Also...

My best-ever muffin. In the background are a few flops, and our advent candles. >.<

It's snowing here!!!! ^.^ Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Argentia Krystofel ♥

She is a cold wind, touched with crystalline beauty. She quietly keeps everyone locked up inside, forcing them to stop and contemplate the meaning of the season and their own lives. To some, she is a curse, to others, she is the greatest show of Winter. 

Thoughts on Snow by Argentia Krystofel (Pen Name).

NaNoWriMo-Facts and Fun things.

My novel is not finished. I know that sounds weird, but I didn't complete it in this span of time. I suppose I shall have to at some other point. Until then, I am returning to Lineage, where Adrian, Alastair, Royale, Misti and Starr have greeted me cordially, said that they missed me, and want to move forward in their story. My only problem is that currently, almost every story I have is taking place in the summertime, so I'm going to have to bribe myself to write somehow, because lately I don't feel in the summer writing mood. Perhaps a few rainstorms will help.
 Anyways, the facts that I learned from NaNoWriMo are-

1.  I can totally pour my emotions into my writings and then come up with a huge wordcount and a much calmer countenance. I did it twice this month and it helped me so much.
2. Following that insane and uncooperative idea at midnight is just what you need to do. Seriously, it is.
3. Listening to music while I write is the only way I finished this thing. Without it I would have died. XD
4. I love René more than any other character. Ummm...is that really a fact? lol
5. Hurting your characters endears you to them. Do it, and you'll be bff for the rest of your book. lol

So I did learn a few things...and that I am capable of it if I just step my standards up and really try. I've written 1,000 words in thirty minutes before, just because I got so into it and excited about what I was writing.Those were the most fun moments; when my story was like a movie, and all I was doing was making the movie in my head, watching it and writing it down. It could be said that I was a 'chronicler' as my friend likes to say, but I would prefer 'creator, director and writer' all at once. Seriously the most easy multitasking this strangely unable to multitask girl has every done.
 Anyways, the fun parts? Well, that one above of course. Then I super-enjoyed the fact that I could write and write and write and no one could do anything about it! :) Aka, I didn't get kicked off for being creative! Now, I'm attempting to finish this post before the clock strikes eleven thirty, soooo...
 I also enjoyed working with characters for such a short amount of time, yet enjoying it just the same. I liked writing an almost novel in just thirty days. And eating so much candy, making an atrocious ammount of cookies, and being a general over-achiever during November!
 Now, I could post excerpts from my novel, but I don't really want to. If any of you are interested in reading the sappiest, most hilariously horribly written romance novel in the world (next to a few that I know of but will not list for fear of starting pointless arguments), then be my guest. Comment here or, if you know my email, send me one and I will send you (digitally) a copy of my romance in draft form.
 Note that mentioning of draft form. :)

-Argentia Krystofel ♥

50, 000 Words later...

And I am so darn tired!!!! lol! I find myself SO glad I don't have to put up with those characters anymore, but also happy that I got out most of the scenes and creative energy!

Imagine this.

A young girl, aspiring to be a writer, has just written a 50,000 word novel. Almost finished a book. For the first time.

*happydance*

Now, off to do stuff...

-Argentia Krystofel ♥

Decisions...

She stood on the balcony, looking up at the stars. The entire countryside was quiet, like a room after someone has just passed away. The only sound was that of the crickets, singing the song of the world continuing on, not heeding her solitary pain and confinement.

She fingers the knife, thinking of the different choices she has. Be trapped forever, unified to one who will not care at all for her own interests, or be free from it all, leaving the only person she has left behind in this world.

Not a person could have heard his alighting on the scaffolding, and she did not hear him either, but rather felt the presence of one she had lost. For a moment, the person detains her in sealing her fate.

“Why do you linger here, young man? Did she send you?”

No reply but the steady chirping and the softest breeze. She wonders for just a moment if she is imagining the tingling on her spine, but suddenly he speaks. It is a deep, quiet sound, and she can picture his lips forming the words, although she does not dare turn to him.

“It will be inconvenient if you jumped; a broken body does not suit a beautiful wedding gown.”

“I will not jump.”

“And knives are only fitting in the hands of one such as she.”

“Of course. I do not plan to commit murder tomorrow, though I may tonight.”

“You shall not. I do not wish to interrupt non-existent wedding ceremonies.” He whispers, his hand slinking over and taking the dagger from her hands. She willingly lets him have it; she has nothing more to gain, nor lose.

“I am against all wedding ceremonies, but if you must have your way, my friend, then by all means...” She trails off, her next statement unnecessary. The wind rustles his clothing; loose folds of the deepest, darkest red, coordinated with black that cries of death. Her hair is tied up in a tight bun, else she would run her fingers through it in frustration, but instead she grips the necklace about her neck. In the quiet moment, memories of long ago are awakened, and words from dreams past echo inside her mind...I haunt your dreams. I am in your head and only awakened by your loneliness...And I won't leave you. I'll grant your greatest desire and never, never leave...

Join me...The voice whispers now. The ground looms below her.

“Do not have second thoughts.” The figure says, and she turns to him. To her greatest surprise, he does not move, but continues to look off into the distance, stock-still in the starlight. Only a dark shape is his face, but she can map out every feature without any light to go by.

A breath in, a breath out, they stand in contrast, neither willing to leave, nor willing to let the other know how desperately they are struggling. He turns, stepping up on the railing. His foot rests there for a moment, and she stares at him, waiting. Will he leave, will he stay, the question hangs in the air, unspoken, but well understood.

“I will not be ruled by anyone; neither him, nor you, nor that woman.”

“I know.” He answers, a trace of his true self leaking through as he casts a look down at the ground. Then, in an instant he has blended into the surrounding blackness, a phantom of him still lingering in her vision.

Poem of Autumn and Winter

Just finished making cookies. I had thought of a good blog post, but then I kinda forgot what it was and am now just sitting here, staring at the white, wasting my time.


I'm hopeless!


Ah, I'm listening to Stolen by Dashboard Confessional right now...such a beautiful song, and conveying my feelings about Spring so acurately. Now, I wish I could find a Winter song that is as beautiful as this one! 


I remember when I sat up in the hallway and listened to Stolen over and over again...it was just magical, as magical as when after Conference 2009 I listened to Clean Up Your Eyes by the Dykeenies over and over...just remembering what I had done and how much pure fun I had had.


I love summertime and springtime, but I want to be able to remember and love Autumn, too. I think the song that has conveyed September this year is Cry by Mandy Moore. October? I'm not sure; I guess something about the beach! Then, of course, November...I don't have a song for Autumn yet, I suppose! I'll keep looking! Maybe something beautiful will show up!


I wrote a poem about Autumn, here it is-

Bursting with color

I can't believe what he brings me

Baskets of wishes

And the possibilities that be

He greets me with a smile

He is one of my best friends

And holds out his hand for a while

Till the bright daylight ends

His sweater is tied

Around his middle

His t-shirt is tie-died

Red and stained a little

His hair is the color of fire

His eyes a playful green

I know my situation is dire

For his motifs cannot be seen

Taps on my window, never my door

Though I know he'll eventually go

The running and hiking will not be a bore

I'll muse upon it when the wind does blow

The coldest wind sweeps in from the West

Sending snow in, and chills up my spine

The sprite from before who seemed like the best

No longer lingers in this life of mine

I wonder, where has he gone?

The happy and bright

Fun-loving, carefree, thoughtful one

Fading from sunset into night

So while I stand in the cold and freeze

No longer a gentle nip,

The moment he does seize

To whisper of Autumn, just a bit

And even though the leaves are gone

Crunching under my boot-clad feet

He still manages to whistle a light song

And I am so glad we were able to meet

Autumn is playful to me. So disappointing to some, but to me...ah, he plays with my very heart. One day is bright, warm and enchanting, the next cold and dreary and sometimes so lonely...but each moment is so special, no matter the happiness or heartbreak. So I wrote this like a love story. Kinda. XD Autumn is also the month of my birthday. I though about writing this about another girl, but please...only women as seasons is just...too stereotypical for me! ^.^

Ah, even if things do seem hard right now, I'm excited about the rest of the year!!!!  December sounds hopeful...

We didn't get to see the meteors for my birthday, but we'll hopefully get to go in December, so that's one reason why I'm so excited! ^.^

-Argentia Krystofel,

And she walked away, grinning as Sagi and Genesis ran up to her and walked away with her, leaving the battle-scarred place and never coming back.

Happy Birthday to...ME!

Happy Birthday to me, and happy one-hundredth post. I feel....


Really odd.

So, I'm fifteen. And I actually feel DIFFERENT for the first time in my life. I feel like the world just tilted on it's axis or something.

But I'm doing okay. I'm enjoying my birthday.

Japanese themed, it's been a good birthday. Some pretty tea sets, a little bit of Pocky and lots of cheesecake...SO FAR. This evening I get to have Cyll and the two Megans over for supper! *is happy* I've missed Megans 1&2 and Cyll! I haven't seen them in WEEKS! TT.TT

I feel very out of the loop lately, actually. It's a weird feeling.

Not much else to say.

This is a good song/Teen Titans Terra Arc video-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=be79t9zAN8I&feature=fvw

EDIT: So, yeah, 15 feels like the biggest number in the world right now. And I'm not going to say that "I still have a ways to go, it's fine." Cause it isn't "Fine" like that. But I'm still THANKFUL. You don't have to grow up all at once. You don't. :D

-Argentia

Like a paper flower, she is beautiful, yet fake.

Of earbuds, books, and sisters...

So...my first pair of earbuds I kept for a year and they didn't have any issues. Then they broke, and I had, like, SIX pairs of earbuds/headphones/other such devices that either stopped working or I lost. Up until last January/February, when I had found a good pair of sound-reduction headphones that lasted a good six months. Then they quit, I thought my mp3 player was broken, ect, ect, Cyll gave me a pair of earbuds, but I lost those right before our trip to the beach. My dad very graciously stopped by his office right as we were leaving and got his headphone thingies and let me use them. I've been using them since the trip, but I realized I needed to give them back to dad, so I brought it up to him yesterday, and he told me he had already bought another pair of earbuds to replace the headphones. We decided to do a trade; his headphones for his earbuds, which wasn't really a trade at all, but very nice of my daddy. ^.^

I do have a question, though, for any of you who read my blog-HOW MANY EARBUDS/HEADPHONES HAVE YOU HAD TO DIE ON YOU, BEEN DESTROYED, OR LOST???????

It's kinda creeping me out how many I've been through....

Now, of books. So, I'm reading one of those books that seem like their going to be a...well, one of those...hard for me to understand books. Not like a dry old History book, but like a...boy's book, to be blunt. It's a boy's book.

So, why am I not sitting there, glued to it, about to die from the suspense?

1. I already get some of the plot. I can see the characters lining up, people! I can see the need that this character will play, what that character will play. Not exactly, of course, I'm only on chapter 2, but....that guy will be needed, that guy...we aren't gonna see him again. That guy? Idk.
2. There aren't enough cliff hangers yet. I'm bored.
3. ...something about the writing style irritates me 

So there. I'll read it after NaNoWriMo.

Now, of sisters.

Funny face #1 of Lillian

Funny Faces Together

Stick our your tongue!

Show'em how good those chips were!

Funny Face #2

YIKES!!! GRESH IS HERE!!! (Her's is so much more genuine than mine!)

We'll beat your socks off, so don't mess w/ us...

I think I mentioned Spiderman...

And she poses...

We love eachother, and eating chips.

Good one of myself, plus I look less pale! XD

Lillian looks hilarious...

Simon jumped in for a funny face!

We loved Southern Shores...we reallllllllly did.... And we love making faces at cameras when we're super bored. ^.^;

Cast of Characters

For my NaNoWriMo novel, The Lost Neried.


Protagonists-Delphina Lestrange-Fierro

Cptn. Leandros Cervantes

Supporting Characters-Tercero Cuevas

Emilio Cervantes

The cook, the crew...I don't have all the names yet!!! XD

Antagonists-Henry 'Ree' Davis
Anybody flying the Spanish flag. :P

NaNoWriMo

Well, I finally took the plunge and am enjoying it (for the first day!) Let's hope me and my friends hold out (yep, I got several ppl on the bandwagon w/ me!)


-Argent

Ocean Pics

We had a good time our first day on the beach!

Of memories...

As I remember that moment, how rushed, excited, confident and happy I felt...a single sparkle of the same exhilarated feeling twinkles inside me. Knowing that I was guided...It's one of the first times I've let someone else take charge. Thank you, Lord, for such a nice memory. ^.^

If I could eat red raspberries all the time, any time I liked, I would, just to relive this summer. For red raspberries kicked it off, and I wouldn't think of ending it without them.

 

Now I think to myself...how in the world can summer be over? How could I let these moments slip past me, without another thought about them? How could I long for fall and another year so much and forget this sweetness? This icecream and sunsets, moonlight and evening walks....

I'll never forget it!!!! But I am also thankful for the rest of my life which God has given me. I'm making it my goal to live that to the fullest, and glorify Him in all that I do. So mourning over the past for too long is a bad thing.

-Argentia ♥

Reflecting the Sun

Faces, stuck in my mind. A look I cannot rid myself of...almost stifling my creativity, yet opening so many doors, covered in old paint and a "DO NOT OPEN" across the front in messy red paint. The doorknob is so cool in my hand...but the drive is beginning to leave me again. Ah, so much, but so little. You are a mystery to me yet, and I don't have the right, whether you be known to me, or unknown, to make a character that causes your face to pop into my mind.


So alike, yet so different.




XD So, I'm back. Hello. Nice being back, actually.


I took a gazillion pictures. Prepare yourselves.


I'm also considering doing NaNoWriMo this year with a story that I came up with on the trip...it's...interesting. XD


-Argentia Krystofel (Signing of, Captain! Don't worry, I still like you best!!! XD)-Randomness. Forgive me. :P

I go away...

to make memories happen.

Let's see how long I last.

I'll be back on Blogger the 18th, so any comments will have to wait until after then. ^.^

When I get back I will have a nice big drawing to show (maybe 2-3) and a short story from Perekin's point of view (Remember Rainy Evening's in France? His will be like that...)

Love you guys!

-Argentia Krystofel.

To the Princess, from the Commander of the Military

Well, I guess fall is here. ^.^;

I can't believe I am going to the beach next week! XD  It's so cold here, but I know it will be warmer down south. =D
I got some good pics the other day when we went to the Scottish Festival in Radford. It was lots of fun; I saw some cool beadwork and jewelry, clothes, listened to some awesome music, and watched the Inheritance after going home to my friend's house for the evening. ^.^

Anyways, I'm bored, so I'll write something and hope it turns out decently.-

To the King's Physician and Princess,

You know, I always silently scolded myself for such compassion towards you and the others. But I couldn't help it. There was some connection between us.

Perhaps because we are all sentient beings; though we're a group made up of humans, elves, half-blood mermen, and fairies, which should have set us apart on the racial front, but never did.

 Other than that I can give you no reason. But over these years, the fortress of my body was broken down and I have come to associate with people more closely. I think I finally have found the light, but I'm not quite sure. It's a difficult thing to understand, I suppose. But I am certain I will never be going back there.

The darkness of it all was so terrible. And I am of a race assimilated with darkness. I must say I am never going to be able to see your interpretation of darkness in quite the same way, but we don't always have to see eye to eye, no?
 Anyways, it was rather horrible and I'm so thankful to have escaped it. I pay much of my thanks to the heavens, but a certain merman and yourself deserve much credit, along with the other members of our group. I would have never become a dedicated person if it weren't for Adrian, I do believe. I know I'm giving him a lot of credit, which doesn't seem normal of me, but I know that you will delight in knowing it, and I'm sure you won't hold it against me; quite the contrary, which could arise suspicion at my having said anything at all. But that's a paradox we shan't go into, my dear.

As you probably have already guessed, I'm sending this letter from the battlefield. The only thoughts that occupy my mind are saying goodbye to you and my home. For my home is you, did you not know that? Did you not know that when you gave me your last, final wave and turned away? I sigh heavily at the prospect; I can't stand the dreams of my past life without some thought of you and some horror at the vividness of the dreams and the cold sweat dripping down my face when I awake in the middle of the night. I hope I don't scream or talk; it wouldn't do me much good around the soldiers, would it? Murmuring or whispering is alright, because I have no one else in my tent, but honestly...I either need to take lithium before bed or learn whatever Adrian did to keep himself from uttering a sound.
 Other than such, there isn't much to keep me busy. The enemy is easy to round up, and I suspect I'll be back at the castle in a few weeks. But something is constantly nagging at me; it is your going away form the castle, and my saying goodbye. Ah, I already mentioned that, didn't I?

I'm sure you can tell by now that I am beating around the bush to get to my point. I started out good, but I am finishing rather badly. Digression is my weakness in letters; I wish I could stay on the point like Tithdaeron always did.

At any rate, I was just going to tell you that you have made a great improvement upon my life; I miss you more than I miss my own father, and that is a lot as you well know. I want you here...safe, in my arms, where I can watch over you and protect you. Moreover, I want to reassure that you are mine, and no other man's. For some reason, it seems easier to do that when you, dear Starr, are by my side.

-Love,
Your Dark Elf; Alastair
Commander of His Majesty of the West's Army of 15, 000 and Rightful Prince of the Dark Elvish Throne.
In the Eastern Frontier, Peeling Potatoes, Polishing Swords, and Rambling Stupid Plans that are Easy yet Somehow Hard To Understand.

~Calder's Birthday~He's #10!

Calder after a sword fight. They both were 'dead'.

Hello! Today was my little-little brother, Calder's, birthday. (No, his name isn't really Calder, but you don't need to know that! ;D)

My little brother's blog-He hasn't posted in a while, but school has kept him busy and he doesn't type very well yet!-http://calder-thebrightsideofthings.blogspot.com/

Alright, now, to the honors-

Calder, the Elvish Prince of the party

My little brother was born October 1st. I still remember when myself and my older brother first saw him. I was so excited to have another baby around! (I might not be a girly-girl, but I LOVE babies!!!)
I was only five.
It's actually very hard to remember much about him when he was little. But I know a lot about him now! He's very caring, comforts you when you're hurt, always apologizes (and about 10 times, at that!), has a terrible sweet tooth (but don't we all have one somewhere in our mouth?), loves to cook, listen and if someone will teach him, play the guitar, pretend he's playing the guitar while listening to Relient K, Blondie or sometimes 3 Doors Down (But 3DD is just a bit too depressing for the boy with the blog titled "The Bright Side of Things"!), and draw pictures.

He also likes watching anime with his sister. (But only the ok ones!)

Knight Shadow walking away...

Anyways, his birthday this year was medieval/fantasy themed. We all dressed up (except Cyll), sword fought, and had a blast. His birthday cake was a cool medieval castle-Kudos to mom who did a lot of work!

Knight Shadow was trying to get a good picture taking angle with his sword...

Still trying to get that photogenic angle...

Mage Argentia Krystofel with her Loveable longsword.

And boy did we dress up! I enjoyed sewing Calder's tunic...Here is Shadow's outfit, a nice one that we got at Goodwill (ours always has costumes for sale near Halloween, but since we don't celebrate that, we just buy them for fun parties, like this one!) My costume was an old dress that I wore at a costume competition at my school.

The mage with her handsome knight (who is making a strange face).

It should also probably be noted that my cape is a Batman cape and the sewing machine got "jammed" (really just lost the thread amidst it all) approximately 3 times.

-Argent ♥

A Dream

I had a dream
Where the tears were like diamonds


Sparkling in a room full of golden sunlight
Piercing, yet warmer than the warmest summer


We were crying glass-like stars
And the both of us were bent under


The looks of accusation, the visible scars
How many more will I make?


You were hurt, I was repentant
And I had caused much to be at stake


An accident, I say it was
But we know that's a lie


I just can't stand the darkness
And how your wings won't let you fly


But I was wrong
I apologize


And you go along
Even if the sun doesn't rise

Night lights glowing
A huge carnival

Well, a poem I wrote...I should probably try to write poems that are a bit more...hmmmm...understandable? But these are more of just laments and things I can't directly put my finger on to describe them.


-Argent♥

Rainy Evenings In France

She stared out the window into the rainy twilight. A storm had just passed, cooling the warm summer air to a comfortable temperature. Down in the garden below her window fireflies were flying up from the ground, blinking silently among the leaves of the dark apple tree. Amidst all the red roses was a single orange one, washed by the rain and swaying lazily in the breeze. Ailith could still hear the thunder in the distance and she thought that maybe another storm was coming through the area.
 Laughter broke the silence; which wasn't really silence due to the mewing of a cat, squealing of a few pigs across the street and the ballad of a minstrel in the bar below her room. But the laughing caught Ailith's attention, and she turned to see a girl with chocolate brown, curly hair walking arm-in-arm with a boy who appeared to be cracking jokes with her. He pointed toward the garden and her face suddenly grew serious as he walked over and picked one of the small purple violets growing in the stone wall. He presented the violet to her, shaking a stray strand of blond hair out of his face as he did so. It was a simple motion, but obviously pleased the girl even more than the violet, because she laughed as she wiped her hands on her dark red dress and took the flower. Fitting it in her hair, she took his arm once more. They continued down the street, and Ailith heard her exclaiming-"Caelan! That's not funny!" but laughing all the same.
 It began to drizzle a few minutes later, and Ailith found herself hoping it wouldn't ruin the evening stroll of the two laughing teens. She even found herself wishing that she could be doing the same somewhere; laughing and strolling along with her friends. The image of those she had lost crept into her mind, but the lightning flashed and thunder clapped loudly at that moment, the downpour that followed clearing her mind to the nothingness that it was beforehand. Ailith turned away and headed back downstairs; Kyle would be wondering where she was.


Ramble there. ^.^; Gotta love my writing, though. An idea I came up with a while back. Just filled it out a bit and Voila!
Anyways, it has been raining a lot in my area. It feels like fall! ^.^ I wrote that about summer, though, but it's still rain! XD I've got my grandparent's keyboard and am enjoying practicing on it. It's fun...but I like the touch of a piano better. >.<
 I've been sort-of brainstorming on an idea for a picture, but it currently hasn't come to anything except more questions about details. I also feel like writing in the RP, because this was the kind of weather last year that I thought the most about the RP, and around the same time, too. I'm really ready for fall. :)
Well, nothing much else to say!

-Argent ♥