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Isis of Diyār Nadhīr

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[03] Realization [21 Feb 2006|02:40am]
[ mood | nervous ]

Now I know why that quill was locked away and I was never told about it.

When used to write, it transfers the words to a surface somewhere else in the world, where it can be read by anyone nearby. It wasn't until someone started speaking -- yes, speaking -- back to me that I realized this instrument's true power.

And now I also know why I am supposed to be kept away from everyone else. Once conversation and I couldn't help myself. I had to ask. Do people really know the legends of the Harbinger? Am I really so feared? Am I a monster?

I know I should leave it alone, but... if one person saw the words I wrote, maybe others can as well?

[Viewable on a random surface to anyone ]
Can... anyone see this?
[/Viewable on a random surface to anyone]

57 calls | summon the harbinger?

[02] A Discovery of Communication [20 Feb 2006|01:16am]
[ mood | lonely ]

[OOC: Words written in bold are viewable on any writing surface. So if you want to have those words appear somewhere near your character, they should be able to read them. If they're inventive, they'll figure out a way to respond.]

Today I was going through Ahm -- I mean, my library. There was a small, locked box in one of the drawers that I couldn't find a key for. I don't remember this box before, having ever seen it. Perhaps I should have left it alone, but my curiosity wouldn't leave me, and I broke open the box.

Inside was a quill unlike any I've ever seen before. I couldn't resist testing it out, and wrote in one of my blank ledgers from the library.

Today I watched birds migrate. Somedays I wish I could so easily pick up and fly away.

37 calls | summon the harbinger?

[01] [09 Feb 2006|09:41pm]
[ mood | restless ]

Has it really been nine months?

Today I watched from the tower the shoddy wagon that's stopped here once a week for as long as I can remember. And I watched the genderarm pay him in gold from the coffers I know are in the storerooms of this keep, and I know that next week he will be back with more supplies, the same as he has always done.

I was this close to giving him every coin locked away down there if he would just agree to put me in the back of that wagon and drive away and not stop.

And, like every week, he drove away, and I went back to my library. To this day, we have never spoken.

I don't know what it is I'm meant to do. This was never my place, and though I've been here my whole life, it's only the place that I've lived in, not my home.

In the library is a tapestry on the wall, with a map of the whole world. This place is a small, insignificant name, embroidered in blue thread, and if it weren't for this map, it would be easy to think that this place exists outside the world.

No one has come to this place in so long, and days are all blurring together. I wonder if this place, like me, has become a myth that people will only search for with a fragment of lucidity.

That might be all I have too.

summon the harbinger?

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