cempöhualli-onchicöme.

[leadsthestars]

This place is too quiet. Peace does not exist here, but it is too...calm.

I think I will change that.

[itty bitty pause.]

Also, I would like to read some poetry. I will consider your recommendations.

[Private to Loki]

I waited too long; my time has run out. Hayley left before I could apologize.

I am sorry, Loki.

[Private to Moriarty]I am

Comments

Private

[consultcriminal]

Goddess, I love it when you talk like that.

I am infinitely patient.

Private

[leadsthestars]

The language of violence is my natural tongue.

I am enjoying this. It is much better than behaving.

Private

[consultcriminal]

It suits you perfectly.

It is much better than behaving. Especially with a warden like yours, I'm assuming?

Private

[leadsthestars]

Thank you!

I behave for her, and then she leaves for six months. Six months! I tire of 'being good'.

[iam_aghost]

Machado, Tennyson, for a start. I would seriously recommend the Campos de Castilla, though.

[leadsthestars]

Tennyson, Machado, Campos de Castilla.

Do you forget that I do not speak Spanish, Doctor Caesares? Is it in English? Is it in French?

....is it in Nahuatl? [Who has two thumbs and has read up on her Spanish history?]

[iam_aghost]

[Oh, you can hear the tense]

Tennyson is in English. The rest should be available in translation.

Not, I imagine, to, Nahuatl, sorry.

[leadsthestars]

Not much is written in Nahuatl. The language was nearly destroyed - annihilated.

[Private] Woopsie doodle

[majorum_pride]

"What tho' the moon - the white moon
Shed all the splendour of her noon,
Her smile is chilly - and her beam,
In that time of dreariness, will seem
(So like you gather in your breath)
A portrait taken after death.
And boyhood is a summer sun
Whose waning is the dreariest one --
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown -
Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall
With the noon-day beauty - which is all."

Before the goddess seeks to rectify the quiet, might I have her company?

[Private] c:

[leadsthestars]

I liked the poem before it mentioned the sun. I will not be too judgmental - the poem calls my smile chilly, and it is true.

You may have my company. I would enjoy it.

[Private]

[majorum_pride]

It is an excerpt of a poem about a conqueror. By Edgar Allen Poe. Tamerlane.

I'll come by, then.

[Private]

[leadsthestars]

I have read Edgar Allen Poe - the story about the Beating Heart. I liked that story. I did not know of his poetry, but now I'll look.

Yes, my cabin will be open to you.

Private

[leadsthestars]

No, but I shouldn't have waited. I should have apologized sooner.

Loki...she was your friend. Do you need company?

Private

[leadsthestars]

No, who is Odin? Do you know him?

[Private] [Text]

[expectremorse]

Calm? This place is far from calm. Things are happening every minute.

And you should try Machado. He's Spanish.

[Private] [Text]

[leadsthestars]

Uninteresting things.

I hate the Spanish.

Re: [Private] [Text]

[expectremorse]

I could make things interesting. [If he were out. Which isn't happening.] I'm bored. And hungry. I could make things very interesting.

Why?

[Private] [Text]

[leadsthestars]

Could you? How?

The Spanish are slaughterers of the Nahua peoples.