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[Wynn]

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Walking about the grounds of the Falling Waters fortress she remembers all the hard work her father has put into it. "Meerkat, my father build this place with his heart and soul. I Remember the nights of him sitting at the supper table with a quill in hand and sketching out the next building he was going to build. " Looking around she remembers the story that her father Tazar had told her of his past life of wondering around and a bad storm had came upon him that he ran to find shelter and in this shelter he found had a wonderful peaceful blue light. He had nothing to loose the town was being ruined by the storm and being that he was an adventure he took a step into the light and was sucked into another world known as Sosaria. She has always known life with just her father and his twin brother Kazar not knowing who her mother was. This really didn’t matter to much to her because her father had always provided for her. He had always made sure she did without nothing. He got her the best tutors and built a library so she could always stay close to him but would have the world she needed to prosper.

"Wynn, your dad has built so much what made him build such a fortress?"
"Well Meerkat, he not only wanted to make sure that I was taken care of but the hands that helped him build this place, He wanted to give them the ability to build their knowledge and resources. He wanted to provide them with as much as he could while they was helping him. Many of them was poor peasants when they met him. There was many days we would go into town and he would see them on the street with nothing but a bag with their belongings. We would take them back to the house and he would place a tent up for them and they would stay there till more room became available. I learned from him not to judge people by their looks or what they have. With the love discipline and resources given to me is why I became a doctor. My father said there is nothing I couldn’t do and well he proved it by building this. Come lets got to the tavern to eat" They both head off to the tavern with many thoughts and stories going through her head. "Meerkat, I have so many stories to tell you about the life here at Falling Waters Fortress"
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What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it.
-- Anonymous

[Black Swan]

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"So, Lady Wynn, please I would love to hear the stories of your life at Flowing Waters Fortress, and the memories of grand parties and celebrations held here," asked Meerkat. "I am a student, though not formally, of architecture and the memories contained in the stone walls of such buildings. As I passed from area to area, my heart was filled with a variety of emotion, and visions of things both dark and mysterious, as well as the laughter and joys of things that are now past."

They drank tea and talked for hours that afternoon, and Meerkat was delighted with the good fortune of having met Wynn this day. Meerkat had what seemed to be a thousand questions, wanting the stories that had inspired Wynn's father to build this fortress, these rooms, each unique, yet blending together as one.

"I feel certain there is a reason for each detail, and I wish to know all of them as time allows the telling." Time passed too quickly, soon it was twilight, neither realizing how rapidly the day had passed.

Finishing the last bit of tea, now cold in the cups, Meerkat rose, adjusted her robes, and spoke "I must be away now, may I call again? Please let me know when it would be convenient, I know by the way you speak of your father that your time with him is most precious, so I will tarry here no longer this eve."

Formal farewells followed, a quick hug and then Meer was on her way home, fortunately, her steed knew the way well, for Meer's head was full of the wonders of this day.

[Black Swan]

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Meerkat curled on the pillows before the fireplace in her small cottage. The peace broken only by the chatter of raindrops on the tin roof, and the hissing and spitting of the damp logs as they burned.

The winter had been bad, and the thoughts of an early spring warmed her soul. Memories of her recent visit to Falling Waters for the formal opening of the new gardens seemed almost a dream. The landscaping was beyond what anyone expected, and she discovered that at one end of the waterway it was possible remove her slippers, lift her skirt to her knees, and ford the cool waters to the new benches on the far side.

Several days earlier, she had passed the fortress and in so doing discovered that the doors were open and there was no sign of anyone about. Moving from doorway to doorway, quietly looking in each as she passed, the temptation became too much; and the rest of the afternoon was spent ascending hidden staircases to the upper levels, and on occasion losing her way and tumbling (rather ungracefully) down a hidden passageway to land on the grass below. Surely, she thought, this place must be the work of a great builder; she had met none with the imagination and the knowledge to bring such a fantasty to life.

Moving yet closer to the fireplace, she poured boiling water from the kettle on the hearth into a small vessel containing dried leaves and blossoms from the nearby garden, and waited until the fragrances and the flavors blended and the liquid cooled a bit. Her red hair tumbled across her shoulders as she leaned forward, delicate hands now warmed as she held the cup close, her head lowered, eyes closed. She inhaled the essence.


Of Tea

My cup of tea is steeped in deepest lore,
From olden times in lost, exotic lands -
The stuff of ardent scenes since days of yore.
I hold a cup of legend in my hands.
Reposed upon my thoughts as on a throne,
Beneath a tropic jungle’s misted light,
In visions of fragrant haze, I am shown
Incense scent from some ancient temple height.
Sweet wisps of Gypsy secrets at my lips,
I recollect the wealth of friendships past,
Dispelled to naught, like vaporizing ships,
‘Cross seas of mystery and romance vast.
With kindred souls I sip, and muse, and dream,
And sail away on wafts of sultry steam.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

[Wynn]

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After her wonderful evening with Meerkat she walks around the farm and thinks about all they had talked about and had seen. THere had been times when she wondered who her mother was and what she was like. Whe she questioned her father Tazar about it he would avoid the subject and continue to work as if he never heard her. With that in mind she thought she would not ask about her anymore. Being that her father has always been there for her why would she ever need her mother. Grabbing a apple off the table and takes a bite of it. But what did she like, what about me is the same as my mothers. Trying to make the memories leave her head she walks outside and stands on the porch. Looking over the farm and seeing all she had done. IT was no where near as grand as what her father had built She loved the farm. Rising in the morning to hear the roosters crowing and the cows mooing. Watching the babies in the spring. How could life get any better. But some thoughts still went around in her head about her Mother. But will they every be answered.
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What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it.
-- Anonymous