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 Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 10:19 am
- - - Welcome, be it friend or foe, to the home of the Grey Witch and Telperion.This is a private residence, and as such it is asked that you do not tread inside without the owner's permission. Please don't ask if you can buy Telperion, as he is not for sale- slavery is not permitted.
If you'd like to explore the rest of where you've stumbled to, then please backtrack your trail and head on over to Cantumwood, Forest across the sea, and King of nations.
And now, continue watching to experience the little and big adventures of Telperion and the White Witch. Tree
Telperion (one of the mythical trees of Arda)
D.o.b.
August 4th, 2006
"Gender"
Male
Mother Tree
It is a great mystery where Telperion's mother tree resides- how his branch came to be in the wood is even more mysterious. Not a soul- not even the Great Spirit himself- knows exactly how and from where Telperion came from. Perhaps time will tell, perhaps such a thing does not even exist in our own realm...
Personality
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Loyalty
Undecided
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 10:26 am
 "Yet even as hope failed, Telperion bore at last upon a leafless bow one great flower of silver."Past the noisy gurgles of the rapids and the dangers of the jagged rocks the river grows silent and still, and drifts, dreamlike, into something wide and deep. Its smoothness rivals that of even the Looking Pool. Memory weighs heavy here, as does a sense of waiting.
..:[Natural Law]:..
..:[x]:.. Please, no one should be posting here, it gets Grey Witch in a fluster. Well, except for the Great Spirit of course. He does what he pleases. (;
..:[x]:.. Take nothing either treeling or guardian says personally.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 10:27 am
 "On the road, the lonely road, under the cold, white moon; under the rugged trees he strode..."Whither do you go, stranger?
..:[Important Dates]:..
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..:[Plot Updates]:..
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 10:28 am
 "It's that old devil moon in your eyes..." Oh the cold, cold beauty.
..:[Telperion]:..
..:[Name]:.. Telperion
..:[Appearance]:.. A silver branch with almost a metallic, rather than organic, finish, bearing a single silver-white flower nestled amongst dark leaves whose undersides reflect light.
..:[Traits]:.. Seems to reflect the moon a bit too brightly than is natural...
..:[Personality]:.. none. He's a stick, what do you expect?
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 10:29 am
 "The moon looks upon many night flowers. The night flowers see but one moon."Flutter flap!
..:[Grey Witch]:..
..:[Name]:.. Grey Witch
..:[Appearance]:.. A large moth with white and grey marbled wings. Wingspan reaches 1 foot.
..:[Job]:.. looking after Telperion
..:[Personality]:.. Fussy mainly comes to mind, with a lot of fluttering and "oh dears" thrown in. Definitely not the most together-with-it animal in the forest, she's still quite dedicated and rabidly protective of her branch. He's special, after all!
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 10:30 am
"It is the sun that shares our works. The moon shares nothing. It is a sea."Lest it be forgotten.
..:[Credits]:..
..:[Art]:.. copyright Baniru.
..:[The Silmarillion]:.. copyright J.R.R. Tolkien.
..:[Telperion]:.. the character copyright Sarielle.
..:[Quotes]:.. copyright William Wallace Harney, E.Y. Harburg, Jean Ingelow and Wallace Stevens.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 11:07 am
..:[ The Moonbeam ]:.. There were many things adrift in the night air. Elegant perfume from jasmine and periwinkle; an extroadinary accent of chitterings and chatterings being spilled into deep, dank moonbeams...
The Great Spirit loved his wood. It had many faceted openings for enjoyment, such as the deep drifts of right now. But there were other times as well- butterfly waltzes on warm afternoons, the caress of water on those misty eaten mornings- dew on a spider's web at dawn... they were the stuff of dreams.
But on a night such as this, there was of course the weave of something wrong afoot. The Griffin stood, plumage rustling and claws gnawing at the earth, staring at some such object that baffled him the most.
A moonbeam.
It wasn't just any moonbeam, unfortunately. There was magic and life aglow in it, and it was as solid as bark and smooth as mercury. It lay, quite aways from the moon itself, slightly adrift on the river's bank under the hibiscus trees.
The Great Spirit cautiously tapped it with the tip of his tail. It rolled, as any branch would, and bobbed back to it's original position. He quirked a brow then, confused at the lost little moonbeam.
Had it forgotten where it was going?
But then he noticed that there was a flower among it's glimmer, barely afloat with two reflective leaves that cast out the night.
This was no moonbeam.
"A branch?" The Great Spirit questioned himself, letting the faintest plots churn behind his words, "A branch from where? More unsettlingly... how?"
He sighed when there was a pause with no response. The Griffin supposed questioning nothing in particular wouldn't turn out an answer, these days.
There was only a right course of action then- and that was to bewitch the thing himself, and find a suitable owner. So with a rustle, he was gone, and with a rustle, he had reappeared in another section of the wood.
For some odd reason, he was standing just ontop of the water's surface of a pool. The Great Spirit looked around in graceful wonderment, curious as to why he himself had come here. There was not a soul around...
"Is anyone here?" The Griffin called, "Anyone at all?"
She'd only begun her quest for the nightflowers, rooting awkwardly amongst them with her curling tongue, when that question sparkled on the air; and "Oh, I am, I am," she sang out joyfully, not knowing why, but knowing she wanted desperately to answer.
With a dip and a swirl and a moment of rare grace, Grey Witch turned homeward, mottled wings leaving frantic whispers on the wind as she pumped them hard. She slipped between beam and shadow with ghostly ease, seeming to disappear under the harsh light, while hovering dimly white in the dark.
And there, in place of the moon lying flat on the mirrored pool, stood a great, stately creature. And she knew. Here was something almost better than the moon -- almost.
"Oh, oh it's you, it is!" Two sets of spindly arms flew first to her own cheeks, then daintily to the Great Spirit, a gesture all at once fluttery and ecstatic. Assuring herself he was indeed real, the arms held again her own cheeks, and she tore away, flopping and flapping along a mad path full of wheels and unpredictable turns.
The Griffin laughed in song, his own heart aglow with such a humane feeling as being wanted.
"What a delightful creature!" he continued, and blew a Griffin's kiss in the air at her, "What a flutter you have about you, the White Witch!"
And the Great Spirit began to dance, gleefully to her loops and flutterings, jumping about on the water's surface like a sort of cadmium daylilly.
"What a delightful creature," he sang again, but stopped the romping to let his own heart settle. After a few moments of winding down, the Great Spirit did something he had never done for any other creature in the wood-
He lowered himself, quietly on one talon, kneeling with head low to the White Witch in thanks for the simple joy she had brought him.
"My mistress of the moon," he spoke, "I have a grand gift for you. Would you care to come with me to retrieve it?"
Knelt. "Oh no, nononono," and the spell shattered to the tones of her high small voice. She dropped awkwardly to the ground, leaves stirring at her rapid descent before settling once more into ponderous silence. It wasn't right, it wasn't. She was silly and small and, and...
Words escaped her, as they often did, when he offered her a gift. A gift? "A gift?" Her delicate antennae probed at the air, as though she could perhaps discover the correct answer there. Should she actually refuse a gift from the Great Spirit himself? More importantly, could she even accept?
"I would go anywhere you ask," Grey Witch managed at last, much more subdued than she'd ever been in her life. She actually managed to stay still as she finished. "I am only afraid that perhaps you are looking for someone else."
Her round black eyes threw pinpricks of moonlight back up at him.
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