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Meandering · 09-21-2005, 04:52 AM

Peony took an orb, and sat with it at her table. She stared down into the misty depths and tried not think of her growling stomach. She was starving to death. Every shadow she looked at seemed to be turning into a big, juicy, unhealthy hamburger... or a plateful of fried chicken... she could even smell it, for crying out loud...

Her left hand rose and smacked her on the head.

Peony scowled. That was another reason why she didn't like Divination. You were supposed to 'let go of yourself', but if she let go, there was another one, waiting right there to take over.

Get some self-control.

The Voice always wanted to spend her money, reflected Peony sulkily. A spine, then self-control... did it know how much these things cost?

Don't you dare take control over anything.

So you can get whacked in dueling again?

Peony barely stifled a sigh. Get over it.

Her eyes caught something in the mists. It looked like... something like muffins...

Peony blinked and tried to ignore her esophagus. A book.

Beg pardon?

If you sort of go upside down, squinch your eyes and ignore everything else, it looks like a book.

Peony would dearly have liked to know how the Voice went upside down in her own head, but she didn't. She just did as the Voice suggested. Oh yeah, it does look like a closed book. Or a rectangle. Or a blank.

But closed book was the only one she managed to find a meaning for: a question needing investigation.

Peony frowned. Slowly the smoke began to move and formed something that looked like a cartwheel with the sides taken off. Erm... cartwheels, cartwheels...

It's a daisy.

Well, excuse me, Ms. Botanist.

But it did bear a little resemblance to a flower. And there were no cartwheels in the book. Peony flipped to the D section, and her cheeks became a little pink. The daisy meant a new love.

Well. That was interesting. Her lovelife - or lack thereof - might improve. That was nice. Of course, that was before the smoke began to resembled something like an empty checkerboard.

It curved slightly at the edges, wavering.

Peony poked at the Voice slightly. You must be blind...

It looks like a net to me, but I wanted some confirmation.

Yeah, I think you're right.

Net: A trap.

Peony groaned out loud. "Wonderful."

09-21-2005, 04:52 AM	#73 (permalink)
Meandering stalking you... and you and you meana picasso PEE-O-NEE Mooncalf Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Hiding from you. *ga Posts: 7,133 Hogwarts RPG Name: Morbidda Lucretia Morwenna Sabine Valencia DeValdemar LeDeaux T'Humperdink.	Peony took an orb, and sat with it at her table. She stared down into the misty depths and tried not think of her growling stomach. She was starving to death. Every shadow she looked at seemed to be turning into a big, juicy, unhealthy hamburger... or a plateful of fried chicken... she could even smell it, for crying out loud... Her left hand rose and smacked her on the head. Peony scowled. That was another reason why she didn't like Divination. You were supposed to 'let go of yourself', but if she let go, there was another one, waiting right there to take over. Get some self-control. The Voice always wanted to spend her money, reflected Peony sulkily. A spine, then self-control... did it know how much these things cost? Don't you dare take control over anything. *So you can get whacked* in dueling again?** Peony barely stifled a sigh. Get over it. Her eyes caught something in the mists. It looked like... something like muffins... Peony blinked and tried to ignore her esophagus. A book. Beg pardon? If you sort of go upside down, squinch your eyes and ignore everything else, it looks like a book. Peony would dearly have liked to know how the Voice went upside down in her own head, but she didn't. She just did as the Voice suggested. Oh yeah, it does look like a closed book. Or a rectangle. Or a blank. But closed book was the only one she managed to find a meaning for: a question needing investigation. Peony frowned. Slowly the smoke began to move and formed something that looked like a cartwheel with the sides taken off. Erm... cartwheels, cartwheels... It's a daisy. Well, excuse me, Ms. Botanist. But it did bear a little resemblance to a flower. And there were no cartwheels in the book. Peony flipped to the D section, and her cheeks became a little pink. The daisy meant a new love. Well. That was interesting. Her lovelife - or lack thereof - might improve. That was nice. Of course, that was before the smoke began to resembled something like an empty checkerboard. It curved slightly at the edges, wavering. Peony poked at the Voice slightly. You must be blind... It looks like a net to me, but I wanted some confirmation. Yeah, I think you're right. Net: A trap. Peony groaned out loud. "Wonderful." Last edited by Meandering; 09-21-2005 at 04:55 AM.