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Not Moving On

6/12/2014

Typical Lorelei. Walks right on past her destination by nearly 3 blocks because there's a song being written in her head. Now that I've made that course correction I have to put the muse on hold, because stuff to do. I'd probably rather stop everything and write the damn song but.....no.

I'm going through some motions but I'm not moving on
There's too much of you inside me
Too much of my heart gone
My light is on pause, maybe a lost cause
I'm the one that got away but you don't know that yet
Perhaps years from now when you are drowning in regret
Thinking I've moved on because I'm long gone
Catchy little thing isn't it?

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June 10th, 2014

6/10/2014

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(Since I am locked out of my writing blog....Here's a snippet of stuff)

Within moments we had slipped undiscovered, into the evening shadows that merely played at penetrating the edges of the great woods. Its mighty canopy pushed back at the sky with a deep cool darkness that taunted the light of even the brightest sun and moons. I pulled myself up onto the back of the Khier Horse and stroked his glossy neck allowing myself a long sigh.Then I loosened the sling that held my little Murkah so close. Fari, looking content, stretched slowly, bunched herself up then slowly yawned and draped herself across his withers.

The Khier Horse would be invaluable camouflage. Looking down at his well muscled shoulders, I marveled as they shimmered and darkened to match the rapidly depleting light. His coat resembled the dusty velvet scales of a great black butterfly's wings. I had seen these kinds of transformations thousands of times, yet still they amazed me. The soft fabric of my hooded cloak, which I pulled up now and spread over the pack behind me was woven with deep magic that mimicked what nature did for him alone. A few seconds slower, it deepened in tone to nearly match the Khier Horse. I told myself then that this impossible escape must be possible. The consequences were unthinkable.

An hour into the forest and I knew the Purh, the first moon, was rising in the sky high above though I could not see it. In a few hours Nya would follow, challenging Purh with it's brighter though smaller glow. Back at my temple, my trusted Sara would be pretending to attend to me, clearing my evening meal after most likely, she herself had partaken of it as per my instructions. I had heard no bells, no cries of alarm so it seemed likely I had indeed escaped the city undetected. A spark of hope lighted in my core.
-LM 2014

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Not Moving On

June 10th, 2014

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