Redhead Ember's Stories and Poetry

Do I see a quote? Well made, Redhead!

You do indeed. After all; it was that moment that made me go; "Yup! They're definitely lovemates!"
And love how Spray is a "shipper-on-deck".

Soul met soul,
ere eyes met eyes.
A soul in different parts.
He longed to see her eye-to-eye,
she heard, and met his heart.

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Can healer heal
the brokenhearted?
A magic – deep from the heart.
Then they will know,
what they already are;
lifemates, forever – and now.

That's it. I've posted all the Lovers' Songs I'd planned.

Twin poems for the twins!




Well achieved, Redhead!

I already posted their poems, long ago.

NOT the twins? O.O ... O-kay. I was not sure about the second one. Must reconsider.

"... a soul in different parts" - second recognition?

Oh ... now I think I have the second one. ... and love it!

Nope. There will be no because it's only for couples who are together (both still alive) at the end of Final Quest.
And I also posted a while ago.

Awww... I'd love the second one for Treestump and Clearbrook!

*goes and makes a list ...*

I finally stumped you!

(Winnowill isn't involved either, coz she's dead!)

I'm sure it's about Cutter's spirit ... and the mentioned sister is Shuna. Thus this poem should be sung by Sunstream, because he's shown to have a special connection with Shuna. But - shouldn't Ember be the "most loved"? *stumped*
Doesn't work - because Sunstream is in the Palace. Cutlet (my initial thought after the first verse) never was seen in interaction with Shuna. Leaves Ember ... but I don't remember a noticible connection between the foster sisters.

Is it your special view on the sisters? Artistic license? Or - were you tricky and used all three ...Cutlet #1, Sunstream #2, Ember #3? (non for Shuna because she cannot feel spirits). This would be my interpretation ist I'd be up to make a collage.

Or ... have you stumped me again? ^^ Anyway - I LOVE it because it makes me think!

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Soul met soul,
ere eyes met eyes.
A soul in different parts.
He longed to see her eye-to-eye,
she heard, and met his heart.

This IS about a Recognition, is it?
And the second one ... my "collage interpretation" would be still     ... but I'm curious to find out your intention.
It's discussable, whether Winnowill is "dead". She and Rayek would be an interpretation for this second poem - an interesting one.
But I found out while writing: It's much more literal. Mender and Dart.

Nice to see you again, Redhead and your writing is always a treat!

It's all the same person, and something based on my own little personal head-canon.

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Soul met soul,
ere eyes met eyes.
A soul in different parts.
He longed to see her eye-to-eye,
she heard, and met his heart.

Yes, it is about a Recognition, a very unique Recognition, a Recognition that in a way happened in two parts.
Remember when someone talked about longing to see someone "eye-to-eye"?


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Can healer heal
the brokenhearted?
A magic – deep from the heart.
Then they will know,
what they already are;
lifemates, forever – and now.

Recent lifemating involving a healer?

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Remember when someone talked about longing to see someone "eye-to-eye"?

No, I don't. This and your "in two parts" remark indicates Nightfall and Redlance.
I've never read the main three chapters in English.

I've found out about the Mender-Dart Recognition, Redhead. Reread my precious comment?

The positive factor about me being puzzled - I'm thinking. Finding different solutions and possibilities. and - I remember my love for EQ. Thanks for this, Redhead.

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If only I could stand eye to eye with her, hold her to me… warm her.

Someone who recognized the same soul, twice.

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And I never thought of Dart's and Mender's lifemating as a Recognition, but guess it was; a Recognition of the fact that they'd already become lifemates. That's what I love about that scene: it wasn't "Will you be my lifemate?" but "We are lifemates.", the lifemating not happening in some big flashy manner, but just quietly.

Cubling Going Anywhere

Timmain, last of the original High Ones, was contently feeding her infant daughter, until all-of-a-sudden... she wasn’t, said daughter having merrily jinked herself out of her mother’s arms, and up to the top of one of the spires of Palace City.

Figuring that jinking away meant that little Jink – for they had named her after her natural inclination towards using said power – was not hungry anymore, Timmain simply smiled and turned towards her lifemate, who – likewise smiling to himself – was already on his was the fetch their wayward daughter.

*Her range grows greater by the day.* Skywise sent as he returned and said down next to Timmain while Jink squirmed free of her father’s arms and floated between her parents, laughing happily.

*It’s funny*, Skywise mused after a while *We’ve both had cubs before, but this is the first time each of us actually raises a cub. At least as elves...*

*I don’t remeber much from raising Timmorn, the wolf-mind makes my memory hazy. I do feel pretty certain about one thing, though; at least he stayed put!*

*As much as any cub ever stays put... but, yeah; some cubs start moving about ealier than others. Windkin learned to fly before he learned to walk, his parents had to tether him. Unfortunately that won’t help us...*

As if on cue, Jink once again jinked away, turning around Timmain and Skywise both had to stiffle a giggle as they saw that she was hanging up-side-down Spray’s long curly hair.

The new one is not a riddle at all ... but extra cute! Is "going anywhere" a synonym for jink? ^^

The other one is still kind of a riddle - or  ... is it as simple as this?

The poem? Well, the story might provide a clue.

Dang ... easy like THIS!?

It doesn't seem to fit ... and today >I'm too tired and busy to read back.

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Soul met soul,

"Fahr" met "Tam"

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ere eyes met eyes.

However, that was before Skywise met eye-to-eye with Timmain

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A soul in different parts.

This should be self-explanatory.

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He longed to see her eye-to-eye,

Skywise talking through Cutter about wishing he could meet Timmain eye-to-eye, and hold her in his arms.

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she heard, and met his heart.

Her hearing, though her bond with Cutter, and transforming into Timmini.

You give me pictures, Redhead


... now where's the time? AWAKE time!

Not Yet

”I’ll kill him! I’ll kill them both!” The boy was furious. He had always known that his father wasn’t exactly faithful – the constant rumours of bastards made sure of that – but at least he had always respected his wife, perhaps because she was as shrewd and ambitious as he was.

Now, however, he had cast her aside. Cast her aside for that mysterious lady who had so suddenly appeared only a few days previously, clearly interested in the mysterious crystals and the strange artefacts. That lady who – rumours had it – had been as cold as death, yet was now walking around, living, breathing. That lady who seemed to have a strange connection to the – equally mysterious – Master Builder.

So, yes, the boy was furious. For his mother, true, but perhaps, even more, for himself. After all, if his mother was no longer the lawful wife, then his position as heir was no longer secure. For as long as he could remember it had been his ambition to one day rule these lands, not just because he was born to it, but because he wanted to, and was there really anything to say that his rule should not begin that very day?

”You will do no such thing, Angrif.” His mother cautioned, ”Not. Yet!”

Intriguing snippet, Redhead.
Once again you've taken characters and bits and pieces of events we know well. The actor are know pretty soon without telling any names. Not a mere retelling tho, you've added to Angrif's character and to the story.
You've added a character of your own. Grohmuhl's wife gained life - and to my pleasant surprise she's not a helpless victim. She has an agenda of her own.

When Fate Was Not Decided – And a Tale Took its Beginning

The trails left no doubt. As Cutter looked around, he could feel the fear and anger rise within at the tell-tale signs in front of him.

One pair of small feet meeting several pairs of larger feet. Right where they met there was clear signs of a struggle, and the larger feet had walked back from where they came, but not the small ones. Redlance had been captured by humans.

Suddenly, as if to hammer the horrible truth home, the loud sound of drums disturbed the forest, while a plume of smoke rose in the horizon. Cutter looked towards the smoke, and felt his heart beat with more anger than the drums.

”Cutter! They’ve got Redlance tied to that thing.”

”Cutter, lad. What do we do?”

It was as if time stopped as Cutter thought, and remembered all those they had lost. His parents and the others; slain by the monster madcoil. He looked at Skywise, his best friend – his brother – since birth, Skywise, who’d lost his parents the day he was born. He looked at Strongbow, and recalled the tales about how he and Moonshade had lost a daughter long ago. Then his mind returned to the Holt, to Nightfall; his friend, sometimes lovemate, and he thought about how devasted she’d be at the loss of her lifemate.

"We get him back!"

No other words; none were needed. They just rode as hard as they could towards the humans’ camp. They were the Wolfriders; they followed The Way, they lived in The Now, mindless of time’s passage, but now, they were in a race against time.

The human language – and especially the voice of that old man – was ugly, but something told Cutter that the fact that he was still japping about was a good sign, that it meant they had not yet done what they intended, that Redlance was still alive.

Your (re)tales are getting better and better, Redhead! You make me see pictures. A great prelude for a well known scene.