NoV: Part three, part three! (dances)
Lina: NoV.....it's part four....
NoV: (stops dancing) I knew that....you guys KNOW I'm not going crazy....right??
Xelloss: You're doing a serious, non-humorous me-X-Filia fic.....
NoV: Oh, please! Tons of sane people do those!
Zelgadis: Maybe you should go see Nahga......and take me with you! I have a free session coming to me, you know!
NoV: Yeah, well.....on with the ficcie!!
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Quote of the day:
NoV: (driving, pulls up beside some construction workers, who stare at her) Kimi.....lock the doors!
Kimi: (goes to lock the car doors, which make a loud noise)
NoV: DISCREETLY!!! (doors are locked, causing the construction workers to stare even more) Oh, well, as long as the doors are locked, I don't care.
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Filia walked down the busy street, melding into her surroundings. She passed by several shops, not unlike her own, with vendors selling ceramics and tea pots. Children chased each other, pretending to be fighting demons and hobgoblins. Men and women went about their busy lives, trying to keep track of their children and schedules.
Filia, her cherished egg nestled in the crook of her arm, smiled to herself at the peace of this city that she lived in.
She marched past dwellings, blacksmiths, welders, and healers until she finally arrived at the temple at the center of the community. It was a large, ethereal building, flying buttresses surrounding high steeples. Stained glass windows that started at eye level and went all the way up to the very tall towers glinted and shimmered with the light of the setting sun.
Filia pushed open the doors to the breathtaking building, letting light into the otherwise dimly-lit foyer. She made her way past healing rooms and private offices to the main hallway where the Council of Elders would be. Filia, having been a priestess all of her life, knew that around this time everyday, the Elders would have executed all of their meetings for the day, and would be using this time to counsel those who sought their leadership.
Another priestess that Filia recognized stood at the doors to the Council's chambers. "Hello, Filia," the girl named Cecile greeted her. She was not the brightest priestess in the temple, but was renowned for her special healing techniques for burns. Her shoulder-length blonde hair swayed when she talked. "Are you here to deliver a message to the Elders?"
"No," Filia responded, with a shake of her head. "I'm actually here today for the guidance of the Elders."
"Oh, I see," Cecile said, with a touch of antipathy. "Well, they are actually with someone right now, but I will let you know when they are ready to see you." The shorter blonde sniffed and returned to her post, guarding the door.
Filia, taken aback by the rude behavior of her fellow priestess, sat down some distance away on a carved oaken bench. She pulled her knitting needles out of her traveling bag that she was very glad to have remembered and began to crochet a sweater for Val while she waited.
A seemingly long time later, the doors to the main hallway were opened and a young dragon man stalked out of the room. "Thank you," he said to Cecile, as he passed her on his way out.
Cecile nodded to him and entered the hallway, announcing Filia's visit. She then returned and motioned to Filia that it was okay to go in.
Filia walked across the pearl-colored tiles as she had done many times, approaching the table that seated her Elders.
There were six of the golden dragons patriarchs present. All of them had long grey beards and a mane of grey hair falling down their backs. They wore traditional robes, white with the trim that suited them and matched their characteristics; i.e., green trim might show that the particular Elder was best known for his prowess for healing.
"Welcome, Filia," the Elder sitting on the outermost left side acknowledged her when she was a few feet away from their table. "What problem are you facing today?"
"Elders," she said, proficiently, giving them all a brief bow, "I am challenged by a problem that I would wish to speak in private to one of you about."
The Elder on the middle left stood up. He was the Elder named Taro Roth, and was the youngest member of the council, although he was over four thousand years old. He specialized in matters of elocution and communication. He was very passionate about his position, and always worked his hardest to solve any problem that was presented to him. His robe was trimmed in red and brown. The red was to symbolize his enthusiasm for his disposition and the brown represented his ability to connect with the public and its many problems.
"Fellow Elders," Taro Roth said, his thunderous voice echoing across the room, "if all of you give me your consent, I will address this problem in my private office."
The other Elders nodded at one another in agreement. The one on the left, who had initially greeted Filia said, "You have the permission of the council to take your problem to Taro Roth in private, Filia."
"Thank you," she said.
Taro Roth motioned for her to follow him through a side door. Filia bowed to the remaining Elders and followed the youngest into an adjoining corridor. Neither of them spoke as they wove a path through halls and doors, relics from the past decorating the walls.
Finally, they arrived at a door with Taro Roth's symbol adorning it. The youngish Elder unlocked his door with a very ancient-looking key and opened it wide, allowing Filia to enter first. Inside the room, she saw what lay inside most of the other Elders' rooms: a meager desk with one chair behind it and one in front of it, a bookshelf with books containing long-forgotten spells and healing methods, a rug hanging on the wall, emblazoned with a symbol of Ceiphied, and a stack of trivial maps with detailed summaries of the ancient land that once lay in the center of this town.
Taro Roth closed the door behind him and seated himself at his desk across from Filia. "Please be seated," he encouraged her. Once she had sat down, he said, "Filia Ul Copt. One of the shrine's greatest priestesses. What is burdening you today, my child?"
Filia finally relaxed and set down her egg and satchel on the floor. "Great Elder," she began, "something is greatly wrong with me. Something is happening in my body that I can't control."
He nodded politely. "What is happening?"
"I think I am losing control of my mind," she said, weakly. "I black out often and wake up later with hardly any memories of what has happened. So far, the only memories I have retained were very foggy to me." She blushed, thinking back to what those memories were of. "I was hoping you could tell me what to do to break this spell," she practically begged.
Taro Roth rubbed his beard, intellectually. "I see," he said. "So, you know that it was caused by a spell?"
"Well, actually," Filia murmured, rummaging through her bag and producing a piece of the vase, "it all started when I broke this pot. I inhaled some dust that must have been sitting in the bottom." She handed him the shard.
He carefully studied the remainder of what could have been the ideal vase for one of Filia's customers. He was puzzled by the design. It almost looked like a primitive kind of writing. "I'll have to consult one of these old books," he said, going over to his dusty bookshelf. "Maybe the answer will be in one of these."
Filia sat, hopefully, patiently waiting to see if her respected Elder could solve her growing dilemma. Taro Roth mulled over book after grimy book until he finally found something that looked promising.
"Filia, come here," he beckoned, his finger resting at the top of a page in the middle of a faded greying book. She scurried over to his side and looked where he was pointing. "See this?" he asked, pointing at a picture under a barrage of text. "This is the same pattern as the one on the pot."
Filia nodded, looking from one to the other. "Exactly the same!" she agreed. "Does the book tell anything about it?"
Taro Roth read over the description a few times. "Your pot was made by an ancient race whose sole purpose was to make people fall in love. Because of this, they came to be known as Cupids, although they were actually an isolated group of sprites. It says that these elven creatures actually succeeded in creating several various level love potions and hid them in their clay pots for centuries in caves and underground tunnels. However, it says that after the last of them died out, their potions became just as much of a fable as they did, and it was a slim to none chance that any of these love elixirs existed anymore."
Filia sighed, the weight of the world crashing down on her. "Does that mean I'm going to be lovesick for.....someone forever??" she cried.
He continued to read. "It goes on to say that most of the potions, although powerfully effective, only had a temporary effect, nearly all of them lasting for only a week, depending on the person and the amount ingested. So, it should only be a few days, give or take." He looked at Filia, half- smiling. "I'm certain that you'll be able to live with it for that long, right?"
Filia blanched, partially relieved, and partially uneasy. She answered him, "I'll just have to make do for now, I guess." She gathered up the few things she had brought with her. "Thank you, Elder, for your help," she said with a pleasant smile. "Hopefully the next time I come to you, it will be under better circumstances." She turned to leave.
"Oh, Filia, wait," he halted her. She turned around. "Take the book with you. You may need it." She took the proffered book. "Bring it back to me when this whole predicament is over and forgotten."
She smiled again. "Thank you."
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NoV: Whew! That was a toughie. But, I did finish it in one day.....do you guys feel like it's becoming an A/U?
Xelloss: Taro Roth? (snicker)
Filia: I think it was.....a nice attempt at recreating a dragon culture....
NoV: Filia, when you lie, you twitch.
Filia: (twitching) I do not!
NoV: Well, this part was probably kinda boring, and the next one probably will be too, but fear not! The one after that will definitely be action- filled!!....I think? It depends on which chapter this is....is this five? ....or six?
Lina: NoV.....it's part four....
NoV: (stops dancing) I knew that....you guys KNOW I'm not going crazy....right??
Xelloss: You're doing a serious, non-humorous me-X-Filia fic.....
NoV: Oh, please! Tons of sane people do those!
Zelgadis: Maybe you should go see Nahga......and take me with you! I have a free session coming to me, you know!
NoV: Yeah, well.....on with the ficcie!!
--
Quote of the day:
NoV: (driving, pulls up beside some construction workers, who stare at her) Kimi.....lock the doors!
Kimi: (goes to lock the car doors, which make a loud noise)
NoV: DISCREETLY!!! (doors are locked, causing the construction workers to stare even more) Oh, well, as long as the doors are locked, I don't care.
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Filia walked down the busy street, melding into her surroundings. She passed by several shops, not unlike her own, with vendors selling ceramics and tea pots. Children chased each other, pretending to be fighting demons and hobgoblins. Men and women went about their busy lives, trying to keep track of their children and schedules.
Filia, her cherished egg nestled in the crook of her arm, smiled to herself at the peace of this city that she lived in.
She marched past dwellings, blacksmiths, welders, and healers until she finally arrived at the temple at the center of the community. It was a large, ethereal building, flying buttresses surrounding high steeples. Stained glass windows that started at eye level and went all the way up to the very tall towers glinted and shimmered with the light of the setting sun.
Filia pushed open the doors to the breathtaking building, letting light into the otherwise dimly-lit foyer. She made her way past healing rooms and private offices to the main hallway where the Council of Elders would be. Filia, having been a priestess all of her life, knew that around this time everyday, the Elders would have executed all of their meetings for the day, and would be using this time to counsel those who sought their leadership.
Another priestess that Filia recognized stood at the doors to the Council's chambers. "Hello, Filia," the girl named Cecile greeted her. She was not the brightest priestess in the temple, but was renowned for her special healing techniques for burns. Her shoulder-length blonde hair swayed when she talked. "Are you here to deliver a message to the Elders?"
"No," Filia responded, with a shake of her head. "I'm actually here today for the guidance of the Elders."
"Oh, I see," Cecile said, with a touch of antipathy. "Well, they are actually with someone right now, but I will let you know when they are ready to see you." The shorter blonde sniffed and returned to her post, guarding the door.
Filia, taken aback by the rude behavior of her fellow priestess, sat down some distance away on a carved oaken bench. She pulled her knitting needles out of her traveling bag that she was very glad to have remembered and began to crochet a sweater for Val while she waited.
A seemingly long time later, the doors to the main hallway were opened and a young dragon man stalked out of the room. "Thank you," he said to Cecile, as he passed her on his way out.
Cecile nodded to him and entered the hallway, announcing Filia's visit. She then returned and motioned to Filia that it was okay to go in.
Filia walked across the pearl-colored tiles as she had done many times, approaching the table that seated her Elders.
There were six of the golden dragons patriarchs present. All of them had long grey beards and a mane of grey hair falling down their backs. They wore traditional robes, white with the trim that suited them and matched their characteristics; i.e., green trim might show that the particular Elder was best known for his prowess for healing.
"Welcome, Filia," the Elder sitting on the outermost left side acknowledged her when she was a few feet away from their table. "What problem are you facing today?"
"Elders," she said, proficiently, giving them all a brief bow, "I am challenged by a problem that I would wish to speak in private to one of you about."
The Elder on the middle left stood up. He was the Elder named Taro Roth, and was the youngest member of the council, although he was over four thousand years old. He specialized in matters of elocution and communication. He was very passionate about his position, and always worked his hardest to solve any problem that was presented to him. His robe was trimmed in red and brown. The red was to symbolize his enthusiasm for his disposition and the brown represented his ability to connect with the public and its many problems.
"Fellow Elders," Taro Roth said, his thunderous voice echoing across the room, "if all of you give me your consent, I will address this problem in my private office."
The other Elders nodded at one another in agreement. The one on the left, who had initially greeted Filia said, "You have the permission of the council to take your problem to Taro Roth in private, Filia."
"Thank you," she said.
Taro Roth motioned for her to follow him through a side door. Filia bowed to the remaining Elders and followed the youngest into an adjoining corridor. Neither of them spoke as they wove a path through halls and doors, relics from the past decorating the walls.
Finally, they arrived at a door with Taro Roth's symbol adorning it. The youngish Elder unlocked his door with a very ancient-looking key and opened it wide, allowing Filia to enter first. Inside the room, she saw what lay inside most of the other Elders' rooms: a meager desk with one chair behind it and one in front of it, a bookshelf with books containing long-forgotten spells and healing methods, a rug hanging on the wall, emblazoned with a symbol of Ceiphied, and a stack of trivial maps with detailed summaries of the ancient land that once lay in the center of this town.
Taro Roth closed the door behind him and seated himself at his desk across from Filia. "Please be seated," he encouraged her. Once she had sat down, he said, "Filia Ul Copt. One of the shrine's greatest priestesses. What is burdening you today, my child?"
Filia finally relaxed and set down her egg and satchel on the floor. "Great Elder," she began, "something is greatly wrong with me. Something is happening in my body that I can't control."
He nodded politely. "What is happening?"
"I think I am losing control of my mind," she said, weakly. "I black out often and wake up later with hardly any memories of what has happened. So far, the only memories I have retained were very foggy to me." She blushed, thinking back to what those memories were of. "I was hoping you could tell me what to do to break this spell," she practically begged.
Taro Roth rubbed his beard, intellectually. "I see," he said. "So, you know that it was caused by a spell?"
"Well, actually," Filia murmured, rummaging through her bag and producing a piece of the vase, "it all started when I broke this pot. I inhaled some dust that must have been sitting in the bottom." She handed him the shard.
He carefully studied the remainder of what could have been the ideal vase for one of Filia's customers. He was puzzled by the design. It almost looked like a primitive kind of writing. "I'll have to consult one of these old books," he said, going over to his dusty bookshelf. "Maybe the answer will be in one of these."
Filia sat, hopefully, patiently waiting to see if her respected Elder could solve her growing dilemma. Taro Roth mulled over book after grimy book until he finally found something that looked promising.
"Filia, come here," he beckoned, his finger resting at the top of a page in the middle of a faded greying book. She scurried over to his side and looked where he was pointing. "See this?" he asked, pointing at a picture under a barrage of text. "This is the same pattern as the one on the pot."
Filia nodded, looking from one to the other. "Exactly the same!" she agreed. "Does the book tell anything about it?"
Taro Roth read over the description a few times. "Your pot was made by an ancient race whose sole purpose was to make people fall in love. Because of this, they came to be known as Cupids, although they were actually an isolated group of sprites. It says that these elven creatures actually succeeded in creating several various level love potions and hid them in their clay pots for centuries in caves and underground tunnels. However, it says that after the last of them died out, their potions became just as much of a fable as they did, and it was a slim to none chance that any of these love elixirs existed anymore."
Filia sighed, the weight of the world crashing down on her. "Does that mean I'm going to be lovesick for.....someone forever??" she cried.
He continued to read. "It goes on to say that most of the potions, although powerfully effective, only had a temporary effect, nearly all of them lasting for only a week, depending on the person and the amount ingested. So, it should only be a few days, give or take." He looked at Filia, half- smiling. "I'm certain that you'll be able to live with it for that long, right?"
Filia blanched, partially relieved, and partially uneasy. She answered him, "I'll just have to make do for now, I guess." She gathered up the few things she had brought with her. "Thank you, Elder, for your help," she said with a pleasant smile. "Hopefully the next time I come to you, it will be under better circumstances." She turned to leave.
"Oh, Filia, wait," he halted her. She turned around. "Take the book with you. You may need it." She took the proffered book. "Bring it back to me when this whole predicament is over and forgotten."
She smiled again. "Thank you."
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NoV: Whew! That was a toughie. But, I did finish it in one day.....do you guys feel like it's becoming an A/U?
Xelloss: Taro Roth? (snicker)
Filia: I think it was.....a nice attempt at recreating a dragon culture....
NoV: Filia, when you lie, you twitch.
Filia: (twitching) I do not!
NoV: Well, this part was probably kinda boring, and the next one probably will be too, but fear not! The one after that will definitely be action- filled!!....I think? It depends on which chapter this is....is this five? ....or six?