Ivarius Faldine
24 May 2008 @ 04:47 pm
August Dalamar and Bara created a corn field today. I went along at August's request with one stipulation; I had to wear a pair of large sunglasses to protect my eyes. I have the unfortunate luck of getting sunburns on my eyes because I cannot see the sun; I can only feel the warmth of it against my cheeks.

In but a single day, I've heard two magi and one sorcerer create a field, a system of irrigation, and finish a full planting. Dalamar doesn't give himself enough credit for his ability to paint pictures with words. He stood by my side on two occasions and carefully described what was happening, what was (hopefully) going to happen, and the anticipated results. A few brief hangups occurred, but the overall venture was a success. August told me he'd leave the field in the hands of myself and Dalamar, with the implication that the younger sorts would be expected to lend us a hand if and when we should need it.

Spending a day outside and away from the tower felt very nice. I hadn't realised how long I'd been cooped up inside the place! The last time I left was to go out and help Evan. For those of you who are new or may not remember, that was the day people wanted to touch Dalamar's ears because of how realistic they appeared. :) Ah, non-magical society. Quirky quirky. I do miss you so, at times. Curiosity lives and breathes in the world yet!
Ivarius Faldine
06 December 2006 @ 12:01 pm
I believe I had a starving artist complex. I grew plants for a select few, knowing they'd understand the love I put into it. I've gone to great lengths (such as sitting out in the pouring rain to keep the torrent from damaging some of the more delicate species) to nurture and protect those plants.

All of that feels like a very long time ago, now that I think of it.

A work of love. I never did well in school, would you believe? My mind didn't want to focus. I could easily grasp course material and that must have been my academic downfall. It took me a long time to be able to pass the examinations that allowed me to obtain a medical degree, studying was something I had never fully applied myself to. A trial of love, I believe you'd term that.

It's no real truth to say that having the syringe in one's hand is far less frightening than trusting someone else with it. The reversal of roles frightened me.

My mind is wandering all over tonight. I think I'll leave this be until I have a better grasp on what I wish to say, exactly.

I have a favourite song, seemingly. Whenever it plays the others will say "Ivy's song." If you like and want the album, it's here. The Fray - How to Save a Life
Music: How to Save a Life by The Fray