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Made it out last night to the Mercury after entirely too long. In fact, it has been so long, i can't honestly recall at present when the previous time was.

Saw a few familiar faces, and met friends of friends, including ayeshadream, and the (near-legendary) Pax and Ilsa of whom sarmonster has such a high opinion. Had long, rambling conversations with Heather, and was reminded yet again what a wonderful thing intelligent discourse is— not to mention how rare it is.

Looking out the window, i'm reminded that it's now a month from Samhain, and that we're in the grasp of the dark half of the year. It's nearly dark outside now. Lots of things are rattling their ways around my skull, but attention is too evanescent to concentrate on any of them enough to do anything creative with it. Regardless, i'm feeling bardic, but somehow missing the imbas forosnai which drives inspired poetic creation, so i'm going to recycle a piece written a bit over a year ago— as well as one of my rare ventures in 'spiritual' verse outside the Celtic world- this is a piece inspired by the Zorya of Russian and Slavic lore. One day i might even get inspired and re-write it in Russian

The Night Heavens

Crisp and clear, winter breaks.
Moonrise reflects blue light on fresh snowfall.
The Star of Evening shines bright on Her path.
Casting diamond sparkles against the black velvet of the skies
Cascading all along the bare upraised arms of the forests of birch.

Passing Her vigil to Her sister, the Zenith of Midnight, She goes.

Silence falls, dark and heavy,
A felt blanket under which few dare stir,
Midnight majestic in Her solitude
Crisp and cold, a faint tinkle, as of fairie bells, carries on the wind,
Ice crystals forming, gracing the land with their delicate lace.

Midnight yields in turn to Her third sister, the Star of the Dawn, to return again in Her time.

Awakening returns to the land, as the skies are transformed
Blacks of velvet give way to satiny violets, reds and pinks,
As the glittering solitaire adorning the heavens
Is the beauty of the Star of the Dawn,
Bringing the forthcoming promise of a new day, and preserved safety through the night.

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Note to self: Self, remember to move the most recent draft of Melpomene's Daughter from the laptop onto the desktop computer. You're much more likely to work on it that way. As it goes, you've still got twenty-seven of thirty islands to write.

Note to readers: It has been quite a while since i posted any of the story, and i don't know how much of it actually got read while it was being serialized. Rather than clog everyone's friends' lists with segments of it, i'll probably just post chunks periodically and drop a note when they're live (a la jafftry and annathepiper) so that the people who want to read it can do so.