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Post by Tosca on Apr 19, 2007 1:38:47 GMT 9.5
Yay, and update! That was very good. And don't worry, Lillian doesn't sound like a bad kid at all. She sounds perfectly normal, if wearing far too much make up and shutting oneself in one's bedroom crying is anything to go byr... way too many people end up doing that. Glad you're not resurrecting Merlin too. ^^ That's one thing we don't have to worry about. Keep up the good work!
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Post by himiko on Apr 19, 2007 5:08:08 GMT 9.5
Ooooh, an update *does mad dance of glee*
Sounds exciting.
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Post by Tosca on Apr 19, 2007 5:30:58 GMT 9.5
*joins in with the mad dance of glee*
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 19, 2007 6:09:40 GMT 9.5
Mab found herself standing in an unfamiliar surrounding. But she herd a faint familiar sound. She herself had never cried. But she had seen many cry in her presence. Some for fear of their life’s. Others, just for fear. She never understood why. She looked dangerous, yes. At times, she could not help the cold glare of her eyes. Sometimes, being so, perhaps, distant from the world, made one more frightful. Such was the hang up for Lillian. Her bedroom was a shine to the old ways. Candles lit instead of light fixtures, walls spread with Pagan drawings instead of pop star posters. The girl who owned all this, was spread across a soft cushioned bed. She did not sense her visitor. Somehow, Mab felt something in the girls room. Or maybe, it wasn’t the room at all. But it was the girl herself. The blood flowing within her veins. The sent of her existence. Mab let up a sharp breath, startling Lillian, who sat up, and faced her. Could it be? His blood line had survived all these centuries? And with it, her own? The girls teary red eyes fixed tight on Mab. They examined her with disbelief. And at the same time, complete awe. “What is your name, child?” Mab spoke first, knowing the girl was without words. Speechless, even toward such a simple question, Lillian tried to remember the answer. Patience was never a problem for Mab. She could wait centuries, decades, years, however long it took. But this moment in time, after waiting for so long, she found herself impatient for such a small detail as a strangers name. “Lilly,” The girl responded, at last.
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Post by himiko on Apr 19, 2007 6:21:12 GMT 9.5
Oooooh- so Lilly is a decendant of Merlin and Mab then? Cool.
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 19, 2007 7:26:24 GMT 9.5
*happy dance* OMG! OMG! OMG! *is unable to articulate joy in the fact that there was an update*
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Post by Tosca on Apr 19, 2007 7:53:23 GMT 9.5
*articulates it for you* YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! I must make a point of approving your rate of updates btw. Keep it up!
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Post by Tosca on Apr 19, 2007 7:54:07 GMT 9.5
omg I only just noticed your signature, Mab Rox! *bursts into tears*
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 19, 2007 7:56:17 GMT 9.5
Bless the Child really reminds me of Mab. I need to get a siggy pic and out that on it...the text isn't that noticable.
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Post by Tosca on Apr 19, 2007 7:57:01 GMT 9.5
Yesh, yesh you do!
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Post by Incapability on Apr 19, 2007 16:24:07 GMT 9.5
The update is the awsomeness, and you are doing magnificent at writing Mab!!!
Your story has hereby become another addiction of mine.
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 19, 2007 22:19:56 GMT 9.5
Wow, you guys are really NICE here! I'm glad you all like it! It's fun to get to share and read stories with fellow fans. i couldn't share my ideas like this in the past.
Merlin had no mortal father, but had fathered a child. And that child, had grandkids. And those kids had more children. Until, it created a legacy. A legacy that began with Mab, and which was now starring her in the face. She scrolled at the child, examining her carefully. Her head cocked just slightly, and she came closer. Lillian stiffened. She could feel an icy presence surrounding the Queen of old ways. She was more frightening in person then in fable. “What’s wrong, Lilly?” Mab asked, trying her best to sound as though she could be of help. “You’ve been, crying.” The statement was void of any concern, despite the obvious attempt for it. Lillian wasn’t sure how to respond. Again, she was speechless. This didn’t feel real at all. And yet, it couldn’t be anything but. Mab straitened up, gazing around her, taking in the dark atmosphere. It wasn’t anything close to home, but it was better then what she’d seen in her visions. Suddenly she was wondering how she’d live. What atmosphere she’d create for herself. “I had a bad day,” Lillian decided aloud. She couldn’t be sure she’d even said anything until Mab looked at her again, almost sharply. “At school,” She finished, in one quick gulp. Mab nodded solemnly, as if she knew precisely what had happened during the course of Lillian’s day. She walked around the small four walls, getting a closer look at the contents. “And what is all of this, in your room?” She questioned, referring to the cards, candles, dolls, and books. Lillian was to her feet now, her eyes not dare leaving the presence that graced her carpet. “Magic,” She answered. Mab sneered. Should this amuse her, or insult her? She glared at the child now, eyes glistening in candle light. “Can you do magic?” She asked her. She might of sounded skeptical, and she was. “I’m practicing,” Lillian was beginning to feel calm again, her fearful shock slowly returning to the distant admiration she’d developed long ago. “Would you like me to teach you?” Mab offered. The girls eyes grew with wonderment. “Yes. Yes.”
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Post by Incapability on Apr 19, 2007 22:48:31 GMT 9.5
Ah, finally Mab has a willing student! Me is pleased!
Once again, very good job! You absolutely have to participate in the Jim-fic as well!
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 19, 2007 23:25:16 GMT 9.5
You absolutely have to participate in the Jim-fic as well! I've thought about joining in, but I enjoy so much reading it! I'm not sure I am in the head space to write some of the characters you all have there though.
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 19, 2007 23:50:07 GMT 9.5
Hey, I completely frakked Jim up, so go on ahead. ;D LOL.
And this fic is love!
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