Companion Opus 1Qualities I want in a future companion:
- Has a firm foundation in the gospel and strong testimony of it, first and foremost.
- Is willing to get married in a temple
- Is a worthy and active priesthood holder
- I know he loves me without a doubt
- I love him without a doubt
- Shares my sense of humor
- Shares my love for music and art
- Shares many of the same musical tastes as I do
- Loves children and can work well with them
- Can make me calm if I am angry
- Can have a serious conversation with me
- Can have a totally nonsensical conversation with me
- Spouts references from movies, music, and literature in normal conversation
- Doesn't have to be satisfied physically to be happy
- Is a willing dancer
- Will never lay a hand on me intending to harm
- Does not drink
- Does not smoke
- Does not excessively drink soda or energy drinks
- Enjoys TV but is not addicted to it
- Respects my space
- Respects time when I need to be alone
- Likes to hike
- Likes real camping, none of the RV cr
Watercry - The Nox'rammeThe man stood rigidly.
"Is a simple chat too much to ask for?" he spoke, dark eyes intense. In response, Essie merely narrowed her eyes at the man, who sighed and shook his head. "I left your horrid sentry alive and I harmed no one in your castle," he began, voice thick with irritation, "And yet...yet...you do not understand...I am here for the good of my people..."
"Imbra'ni," - Aroion let out a small gasp and the man's face hardened - "will not talk to you. Of that, I am positive." The woman's voice was stony but composed, her mouth a taut line. "She has nothing to say to you, Chenthro. And, truthfully, you have nothing to say to her."
"If she will not listen to me," Chenthro began in an icy tone, "then I shall make her. You shall not stop me, Esselda." He balled his hands into fists, a bluish frost crystallizing on his dark gloves. Velemi held her harp close to her chest, furrowing her brows. She obviously wasn't expecting this. "There are things that even the eldest sister of rain
Watercry - Ara'ni's PrisonThe woman's breath caught in her throat, and Aroion quivered silently behind her, obviously having expected something much different to be contained in the cavern. After all, all nobles of the Rain Kingdom believed an immense treasure vault to be below the castle. Not a cavernous hell-hole. The music pounded ever louder, throbbing between Nana Essie's temples, and she stepped closer to Embla.
"A-a...cockatrice?" Aroion managed weakly, looking the frozen beast over. Nana merely nodded, furrowing her brows as she hesitantly touched a spine of ice protruding from Embla's large jaw.
The ice felt warmer than normal, more insubstantial and chalky with the barest hints of purple lit within it. The retired queen sighed, relieved the slightest bit as she recognized the magic. Biloba frost was a non-lethal ice magic, and if a wretched creature such as Embla were spared, an elderly woman and young man would most likely be as well. A guitar thrummed loudly in her ears and she began to grit her tee
Watercry - Isyc's DomainHe opened his eyes only to find that he was in the dark. Blinking, Joseph started, but his movement didn't get very far. His body was surround by something enormous, and something partially covered him, keeping him rather warm as opposed to the cold cave he was in. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw a small opening from the roof of the covering above him, and followed it to see what he was with. Gaurmer was sound asleep, and he had wrapped himself protectively around Joseph, his wings being the roof above his head. Knowing this relieved Joseph and he fell back into the position he had been sleeping. Still, he didn't fall asleep right away. Images of what he had just seen danced through his brain. Mostly, they were images of Sophie.
It had been like meeting her for a second time. The contrast made Joseph realize how much more she was a part of this world and less a part of Earth. She was completely at home in this land full of dragons and apparitions and magic things. There wa
Dear StalkerOk. I've had enough.
I'm not going to say this to your face, only because I'm too worried about my own conscience. Not because I know you'd be offended.
But don't act like you're this best friend who's known me all through high school. Don't walk up to me and try to hug me, or ask how I've been doing. Don't even say hi.
I'm terrified of you. I always have been, and I'm pretty sure I always will be.
I don't hate you, and I know you're a good person. That doesn't mean the fact that you followed me everywhere for two years and gave me pedobearish nightmares for those two years will just be dropped.
You're annoying. You make conversation a competition, or you have to top the conversation with something about yourself that honestly, no one thinks is that amazing.
And you're honestly the only person who thinks it's cool to bring up every person I've dated, whether we were serious or not, and just harp on why I thought any of those guys were interesting at all. Yeah, it makes me just think yo
Watercry - The Queen Is MissingThe first time Joseph left his room to join dinner at the table was also the first time in a long while that Sophie did not attend. Her large chair at the front of the table looked odd and out of place without her, and Joseph could tell that many of the table's diners looked uneasy without the presence of their queen. One in particular caught his eye: Aroion, who had already drained his goblet of mead twice and was working on his third. In a way, Joseph felt sorry for him. While he wasn't too fond of Aroion, he could see that he did care deeply for Sophie (though it was obvious that she did not truly reciprocate his feelings), and was probably worried and stressed. On the other hand, whatever stress he was feeling was nothing compared to the immense pressure that Joseph was currently under. The boy took a long drink of his bubbly cider, prodding at the two tender blue tubers on his plate with a fork. Some things would definitely take some getting used to.
By the time dinner had ended,
Watercry - The Talking HeadsSophie collected her thoughts, then began again, "Well, it is basically how you said it: you need to figure out who you truly are."
"This Isyc god, right? Well, maybe I should just go to the library and read about this guy, then." Joseph smirked, wolfing down another sandwich. He wasn't one-hundred percent sure about this whole god thing, but sure, he'd give it a shot. Why not? "Easy, right? If I read about "myself", then I'll surely remember."
Sophie frowned. "It's not that easy, Joseph. Isyc was wiped from our history. There are a few legends about him, but in those, his name is Dea Oighear. Even I've only read a few of them..." the queen trailed off, watching as Joseph's face fell.
"Oh, man, what?" he groaned, flopping backwards onto the bed, "I thought gods were supposed to be remembered and all that jazz.... Ah, well..." he sat back up, finishing the sandwich that was still held within his hand, oblivious to Sophie's confused expression. "Say, why was I err, Isyc ban
Watercry - Haunting"Man, this is crazy!" Joseph yelped, stunned, "I...I don't know how this could have happened..." the boy sighed, then gave up raking through his hair for any kind of dark spot. Perhaps that insane dream...?
"I...don't know what to say, either," Sophie commented, tilting her head to the side the slightest bit. Several thoughts bubbled up in the back of her mind, but she ignored them. Instead, the girl smiled. "But it doesn't look bad..." - she wanted to say that it looked familiar, but stopped - "In fact, it looks quite good."
Joseph grunted, glaring at his reflection for a moment before turning away. "If you say so, Soph..." He scratched the back of his neck, looking slightly pouty. "You probably have a lot of stuff to do though, huh? Queen stuff and all that jazz. Nice of you to stop by though, to visit poor lighter-haired me..."
The girl shook her head and smiled wider, chuckling under her breath. "Joseph. You are a strange one indeed. You're MY guest, after all, so I must attend to