Abjuration: I don't own the Redwall series. The respectable Brian J created
& owns 'em.
Vindication: The plot, Guineviere & any other unrecognizable characters belong to me. You may notice that the name "Guineviere" usually shows up at least once in most of my fics, in some form or another, even if it has nothing to do with the story. Mechanically separated beef, anyone?
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Cold Adj. Cold-er Cold-est (ko`ld)
1. Having a low temperature.
2. Having a temperature lower than normal body temperature.
3. Feeling no warmth; uncomfortably chilled.
4. Marked by deficient heat: a cold room.
5. Being at a temperature that is less than what is required: cold
oatmeal.
6. Chilled by refrigeration or ice: cold beer. 1. Lacking emotion; objective: cold logic. Having no appeal to the senses or feelings: a cold decor.
1. Not affectionate or friendly; aloof: a cold person; a cold nod.
2. Exhibiting or feeling no enthusiasm: a cold audience; a cold response
to the new play; a concert that left me cold. 2. Designating a tone or color, such as pale gray, that suggests little warmth. Having lost all freshness or vividness through passage of time: dogs attempting to catch a cold scent.
1. Marked by or sustaining a loss of body heat: cold hands and feet.
2. Appearing to be dead; unconscious.
3. Dead: was cold in his grave. 3. Marked by unqualified certainty or sure familiarity. So intense as to be almost uncontrollable: cold fury.
A subconscious, latent subliminal essence, the very essence. Wandering eyes sought nothing. Saw nothing. A wandering self felt nothing, but her body remained there, shackled to this bleak, austere plain. Then in the waists of a moribund catenary---some called it the moon---his chaste music flowed.
'I'm here..'
The sublime subconscious. The all to-real reality. Slowly his music faded--- eaten, she supposed---but she knew it would come back. He would come back. Tomorrow.
Yet, what was tomorrow?
Twenty-four hours of painful quiescence, that's what. At least until the next moribund catenary.
'Guineviere! You'll catch your death of cold out there, silly girl.'
Ah, cold. Adj. Cold-er Cold-est (ko`ld) Having a low temperature. Having a temperature lower than nor-
'GUINEVIERE! Oh dear God!'
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Author's Note: It's not supposed to make sense. She is, after-all, in a separate reality. However I promise that Chapter 1 shall be much longer, fleshier and readable, as well as have some descriptions, intelligent dialogue, actual story lines, et cetera... Please bare with me.
Vindication: The plot, Guineviere & any other unrecognizable characters belong to me. You may notice that the name "Guineviere" usually shows up at least once in most of my fics, in some form or another, even if it has nothing to do with the story. Mechanically separated beef, anyone?
~
Cold Adj. Cold-er Cold-est (ko`ld)
1. Having a low temperature.
2. Having a temperature lower than normal body temperature.
3. Feeling no warmth; uncomfortably chilled.
4. Marked by deficient heat: a cold room.
5. Being at a temperature that is less than what is required: cold
oatmeal.
6. Chilled by refrigeration or ice: cold beer. 1. Lacking emotion; objective: cold logic. Having no appeal to the senses or feelings: a cold decor.
1. Not affectionate or friendly; aloof: a cold person; a cold nod.
2. Exhibiting or feeling no enthusiasm: a cold audience; a cold response
to the new play; a concert that left me cold. 2. Designating a tone or color, such as pale gray, that suggests little warmth. Having lost all freshness or vividness through passage of time: dogs attempting to catch a cold scent.
1. Marked by or sustaining a loss of body heat: cold hands and feet.
2. Appearing to be dead; unconscious.
3. Dead: was cold in his grave. 3. Marked by unqualified certainty or sure familiarity. So intense as to be almost uncontrollable: cold fury.
A subconscious, latent subliminal essence, the very essence. Wandering eyes sought nothing. Saw nothing. A wandering self felt nothing, but her body remained there, shackled to this bleak, austere plain. Then in the waists of a moribund catenary---some called it the moon---his chaste music flowed.
'I'm here..'
The sublime subconscious. The all to-real reality. Slowly his music faded--- eaten, she supposed---but she knew it would come back. He would come back. Tomorrow.
Yet, what was tomorrow?
Twenty-four hours of painful quiescence, that's what. At least until the next moribund catenary.
'Guineviere! You'll catch your death of cold out there, silly girl.'
Ah, cold. Adj. Cold-er Cold-est (ko`ld) Having a low temperature. Having a temperature lower than nor-
'GUINEVIERE! Oh dear God!'
~
Author's Note: It's not supposed to make sense. She is, after-all, in a separate reality. However I promise that Chapter 1 shall be much longer, fleshier and readable, as well as have some descriptions, intelligent dialogue, actual story lines, et cetera... Please bare with me.