(Moved) Eilir yes Alvesor

//I’m back! Kind of … I did well enough in NaNoWriMo, though I’m still not finished with the book, but I’ll continue to work on it until it’s finished, of course. However, I’ve been thinking the last few days that I need a bit of a change on here, so I decided to move blogs. It’s over HERE, under the same url. So I’ll be over there now, so feel free to follow me there! 

//I’m back! Kind of … I did well enough in NaNoWriMo, though I’m still not finished with the book, but I’ll continue to work on it until it’s finished, of course. However, I’ve been thinking the last few days that I need a bit of a change on here, so I decided to move blogs. It’s over HERE, under the same url. So I’ll be over there now, so feel free to follow me there! 

//I’m back! Kind of … I did well enough in NaNoWriMo, though I’m still not finished with the book, but I’ll continue to work on it until it’s finished, of course. However, I’ve been thinking the last few days that I need a bit of a change on here, so I decided to move blogs. It’s over HERE, under the same url. So I’ll be over there now, so feel free to follow me there! 

//I think this goes without saying at this point, but this has turned into a fullblown hiatus. I promise I will be back as soon as I finished the first draft of my book, but until then, I will be working solely on that. 

“You sound like my protegé.” Was that the word? He trusted Ronnie had told him the right word for how they were (not truly family, not entirely lovers either, but he had taught her all she knew). “Curiosity killed the cat, as you folk say.” Truly, he did not understand to ask the question why (why did they go into danger to ask why?). Zahar shook his head slightly, keeping himself from curiosity. “What does fun truly mean? It seems to me a thing of little importance.” 

“That’s more of a hooman saying,” he commented carelessly, refusing to say ‘human’ correctly. But, of course, he stopped short when the other man said that fun wasn’t important. Fun was his whole life! Even if what his type of ‘fun’ resulted in wasn’t quite so much, usually. “What does ...?” His eyes widened in horror, his hand coming up to clutch at his breast and his breath coming out in short gasps as if he couldn’t breathe. “How could you possibly say something like that! Your life must be horridly dull, if you can say something like that.”

//So I’ve put a lot of thought into this, but I am putting both of my blogs on semi-hiatus/hiatus. I don’t really want to, but I feel like if I don’t I’ll feel bad about not really being here. The reason for it is that I put a deadline on my book and I want get it done by the end of November. Essentially, I’m going to be participating in NaNoWriMo. I will show up sometimes, and do smaller things when I want to, but most of my writing energy is going to be focused on my book until I finish it. I’m still open to plotting or chatting, though most longer things will likely wait until I feel like I can do it without loosing momentum on my book and getting too distracted. Just message me, or you can ask for my skype or kik. 

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“Is that what motivates you? The feeling that something interesting is happening?” Dark brows raised, in the sceadugengan’s best imitation of a look of surprise, (though truly he was confused, the emotion he just couldn’t emote). It seemed too frivolous a way to decide things, in his opinion (how could Ronnie spend time with this thing? he wondered)

“Eh,” Loki shrugged. “It depends. Great Chaos always makes itself known to me, and it’s always more fun to know why, rather than just wonder.” He cared not what anyone else thought of his way of doing things. All he knew was that boredom was his greatest foe, and he would do anything to defeat it. Even if that meant running off at the slightest indication that something was happening elsewhere. Or making something happen himself, as was often the case. 

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Oh she liked this one. She came across many deities before but this one was very parculiar. He was mystchevious and that was exactly what she liked. It appeared to her that he didn’t even draw the line like many. He seemed FUN and right now that is what she could do with being around. She heard of him before, as well as the All-father Odinn, and his son Thor, and of course there was Hugin and Munin. She admired different cultures especially of the norse, and that was why she was there. She wanted to experience and meet at least one Deity, and Loki was certainly the first on her list. A smile crossed her crimson lips as her eyes met his, her hues sparking with the fire that was of her soul.             “ Well well well, seems as though have paths have crossed. ”

He blinked at her, glancing over his shoulder, as if to make sure there was no one standing behind him that she could be talking to instead. “Paths cross all the time, It’s kind of what they do,” he commented blandly, perfectly happy to misinterpret her meaning. He pointed vaguely behind himself. “Like the road back there, it wouldn’t be able to function if it didn’t cross with each other.” Loki grinned, looking very sincere despite also having a rather pleased expression on his face. A lesson on how roads worked was likely not what she had been after, but did he care? No, no he did not. Though, really, she shouldn’t have brought it up if she hadn’t wanted something like that to be pointed out to her. Not to him, anyway.