"Their Feathers are Fanned in the Fiery Breeze..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

*wibbles* Cramps omgwtf. I angst.

N. has stationery now! It's beautiful, and it was awfully expensive, and he's very pleased; so we'll be able to send off A.'s letter in the mails by Monday. We're both glad, I think.

I need to type up Waen's 1776 slashfic, and I need to copy CDs. Luckily, since the mails don't go on Sundays, I don't need to panic about getting everything ready. ^^ Which is good, because my time ran away from me to-day.

I SO KNEW Rochester had a wife. Except I thought she was his French mistress. Bwahaha. Poor Jane.

The birthday calender must change again!

Speaking of birthdays, I did move mine! It's going to be on May twenty-sixth now, which is so nice. It's my special number, and it means we'll have time for it, and everything won't be hellish, and I'm very, very glad. I didn't want everyone to have to worry about fitting it in with the other hundred things that were happening on the old day. This is much better.

We're going to go out for dinner. O_O Eep. Surprised.

I want a floppy stuffed elephant, but in spirit. ^_^ Will somebody draw me one? I'm making all sorts of demands to-day, and it's not at all good of me. I need to be more generous. Even if it's only an elephant.

The thing I really like about Da' is he knows so much about operas and music and that. And he understands about how I feel when I don't have the right word, and he helps me guess until I've got the one I want, and that makes me not have to be upset anymore, because I always feel squashed inside my head when I can't get the right word. And he knows all the old films and music and things, so when I talk about them he knows exactly what I mean. I wouldn't like it if my father were only thirty. He's best sixty-three. He understands things. <3 I love him so much.

Mum bought an organic pineapple to-day! And vanilla tea!

I feel so Rosencrantz...

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[julietveiled.livejournal.com]

Here's your elephant.

I don't know why he has yellow eyes. Maybe it's a Crowley elephant.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*gasp!*

--Eeep. It says I don't have the proper software. *wibbles* I'm sorry. But thank you so much, anyway! Because I don't doubt he's wonderful.

[julietveiled.livejournal.com]

Here's the picture on its own, then:

Elephant

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

SQUEEEEEEEEE! *bounces* Oh, he's smiling. ^________^ I love him.

[korinfox.livejournal.com]

Or Rosenstern? Perhaps Guildencrantz? Maybe Guildenstern?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Definitely Rosencrantz (http://www.livejournal.com/users/permanent_blur)... ^__^

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

We're going to go out for dinner... I want a floppy stuffed elephant

Can you eat all of that by yourself?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I said, in spirit. Honestly. I bet they're a lot more delicious in theory than in reality.

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

Well, I cannot draw to save my soul, but I do make fairly good word pictures so! Here is a floppy elephant.

Andrew's Old Floppy Stuffed Elephant, Currently the Ward of his Older Sister Nanni

He is perpetually somewhat surprised, an expression and attitude conferred upon him by the teardrop shape of his face and his wide button eyes. Those eyes are shiny and black, and catch the light so that they almost look alive (that is the secret to making eyes live - you must allow them to catch the light, to have small reflections gleaming in them, for this is the tell tale sign of living tissue, and people notice it when it is gone). He is plush and pale blue, except for his ears and toes, which are gingham cotton – white checked with pink – and his feet, which are white plush. He is soft and squishable, just waiting to be hugged with his long, crinkled trunk hanging over your shoulder. He has a little knotted scrap of a tail, a rounded body, four legs that flop out, and a music box. When his trunk is pulled, the music plays – It’s a Small World After All, right from the place you left off, wherever that was. So it’s almost a medley. Almost not the song it’s intended to be – but then you listen for a little while longer and it is.

At night, when you can’t sleep, you tuck him on your pillow, and curl your head on him, and pull his trunk, and song – tinkling and light and metallic – calms you down. He calms you down. And he looks at you with his button eyes (which, besides being shiny, aren’t quite level, so he looks like he’s asking a question, too) and you feel warm, and safe, and think about the time you lost him, and how glad you are to have found him.

He’s a good elephant.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

He's wonderful. Please can I hold him? Can I?

I've never had any animal that played music. Almond Cookie is closest to him, because he's floppy and has shiny black alive eyes, but I've never had anybody like him.

Does he like to be hugged? His music box doesn't make it awkward, does it? I don't think it would. He doesn't sound like it would.

He's wonderful. Thank you for letting me see him.

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

Of course! He loves to be held and hugged, and his music box is just the right shape and size that you barely even notice it when you hug him. He's meant to be a pet for babies, so he's easy to hold on to.

You're welcome. *hugs you* I have a lot of wonderful stuffed creatures.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh! ^____^ He's perfect. *hugs him tightly and squashily*

I'm not at all surprised.

So do I. *glances at them fondly*

[bewareofitalics]

Here's a box. [] Your elephant is inside. ;)

And yes, poor Jane.

Your new birthday is three days after mine! When's your real one?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*squees softly* Oh! You're wonderful! Does the elephant eat flowers?

*wibbles* That--really wasn't at all fair of him.

It is? That's wonderful! I'll still be home to wish you happy birthday! My real one's the twenty-second, also the day of my last performance and cast party and other terrifying prospects. And a Sunday, and everyone's terribly busy. And somebody else's birthday. A bad day to have my own, really.

[bewareofitalics]

No, the elephant thinks flowers are too pretty to eat. He does eat strawberries, though.

Indeed. Rochester is a bit misguided at times. But he's a good guy.

Oo, so your real birthday is the day before mine! Cool! A few years ago I had a show on my birthday, which was actually a lot of fun. The cast went out for ice cream afterwards and they got me a cake. And two guys decided to make me cards out of napkins, which I still have around somewhere.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

He can eat our strawberries, at home, then, while we're gone! And they won't go to waste! Oh, that's good. I'm glad.

True...

Yes! ^_^ Was it really? But I don't want that to happen. It would be scary and I would be shyish. And our cast isn't the sort. I'd rather have a quiet birthday, I think. I haven't had a party since I went out of school.

[bewareofitalics]

The elephant says he likes you.

Yeah, it's probably different when you're with a group of people you've been acting with for three years.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I'll take good care of him. I like him, too.

*sniffles tragically* Prolly.

[sorcha-feanor.livejournal.com]

ohhhhh your new birthday is the same day as my sisters!! I won't forget it then!!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It is? Yay! I won't forget hers, either, then. *g* ^___^