Glass Child

A collection of musings, writings, and dictations revolving around the character Eloniea Dreamwalker. Alliance Side, Moon Guard.

[riven-butterfly]

My Song

When moments pass before tired eyes Gifted but a passing thought Forgotten, shattered and scattered To the hungry hallways Of memory, of musing, it is simple So simple, then, to allow such moments to become Patchwork paintings in our tapestry Left lonesome to lifeless lanes Becoming but bittersweet beats To reminisce on in brisk flights of thought But what is a moment, if not gifted perspective? In itself a fleeting whisper becomes, now, a chorus Reminding us of things, forgotten before Now ever clear Were it so that such songs could be voiced In a note caught true to your ear Wrapped to your heart Become, as it should, your own chorus Your musing, your memory, your meaning These notes I sing are of a song known not Unfamiliar A threat to the expectation Born as all things are to experience Tempered, each strike shaping a blade used To guard The fantasies birthed of your passing moments Fragile, as many are, are left to perish No sunlight breaches to depths where placed Are the things we desired, never trusted to be Such dreams as these are left Bereft of note or notion of truth To wither now under that guard Fear cripples the mind That to bring light to such dreams would call The cruel hand of irony to grasp away Shatter the dream, the fantasy lost Leaving one to linger ever in the torment Of the could have been The possible, left now impossible due To no other fact than we allowed ourselves but once To trust that a dream could become A memory That a fantasy Could be a moment That the fairy tales told to us in our youth Were not all to become bitter fabrications But instead to thrive in the heat of our love Were that I could offer but once A single second against the fear And with that second grant a glance Through these tired eyes upon those dreams You desperately hide Were that moment to grant perspective To see as I do, those dreams, this fantasy Given form in my own eyes Would it change, then, your song? Would you sing as I do the moments Made now brighter in complete debt That such moments are shared now With you? Would it permit those dreams so guarded The chance to breathe clean the air Of life, owed for so long? Would you lay down that blade Tempered in aged fears And grant yourself the sensation of harbor Against your own storm? Would then I but one wish To have you see yourself Through my tired eyes One moment Would be the only payment required to show Free of doubt That your dreams may live long That your hopes were not wrong That your fantasy may grow strong That you, now, are my song

[riven-butterfly]

A Thing That Was

Welcome to a thing that was A world craft of mind and thought A dazzled display upon flickered lights A universe by mind we wrought

Welcome to a thing that was We shared, we laughed, we played To saturate oft fragmented things In the complicated things we made

Interred within this colored shell This patchwork thing that was We set our fears beyond the veil And lived free of terror’s claws

But as all things that once were grand So too must this shell crack Brought not by those who stand opposed But those firm at its back

And who would dare to say in fact The shatter was not with cause For beneath the shimmer of exterior things The rot within gives pause

The color has drained, the air grows stale Memory is more bright than the face From birth to growth to rise and fall Such things must keep their pace

Pain rests behind the windows If one stops to look inside So too shallow shapes in shelter Within the rot they hide

The shell is cracked, the shimmer gone No illusion covers the eye To say these shapes believe their truths Would be an unequivocal lie

So is often with a thing that was To most, a passing glance To some without the wings to fly The shell was their only chance

To soar, to fall, to glide, to nest Such choices easy to few When the festered rot that shelters you Is all you ever knew

When your life is tied so completely To things craft of shimmering light Without those silly created things You would not withstand the night

So with many spreading wings in flight Their fight, a righteous cause Others remain locked in this shell Of a terrible thing that was

[hapless-hollow]

I wanted to be truly great, but instead, I broke. Like glass, I broke. I broke through every ache. Through every pain, I broke. I broke into a fragmented dream.

Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

[jiyoos]

tirna vaal

[liadrxn]

[riven-butterfly]

Wicker Ones

by Eloniea Dreamwalker

Constructs of another's design A sentimental thing of calcified dreams Building bones as bricks A foundation of self Of twisted vine and layered leaf

We, the wicker ones Woven and built to the dreams, others Once aligned now possess in our stead Flowers of beautiful colors Dazzling to hide the splinters below Of the frame, calcified dreams

Wicker workings, wounded wishes A mockery of respected proposals Glorified falsely in their coverings Bearing not the weight on the bended folds Below

Oh, how they envy the wicker ones Called upon as the totems of triumph Rather not, as the hollow The harrowed self to carry out one wish Of calcified dream, of brittle bone

We, the wicker ones The ones who were told that we must We should, we can, we are Consulted not to the woven workings beneath But the beautiful flowers stitched into every vine Until we shine

Hollow things Hollow dreams The beautiful glean The wicker ones

[water-aesthetics]

[90377]

Scent of Spring by Evgeni Dinev

[night-elf-aesthetics]

Night elf house plants

[beauty-funny-trippy]

Spirit of the Woods - Oak trees, like the one in which this tiny church was built, have a sacred place in Slavic culture and mythology. {built by Dragoljub Krstic in Jovac, Serbia; animation added by beauty-funny-trippy}

[about-usa]

McArthur-Burney Falls - California - USA (by Steve Corey) 

[riven-butterfly]

I Went Upon An Adventure

by Eloniea Dreamwalker (This poem was written for an alt of mine, who experienced tragedy in the loss of his wife. It is from his point of view.)

I went upon an adventure today. An adventure with the woman I adore. It began as any other adventure does. Where would you like to go? And as any other adventure, the answer was the same. A repeat of the same question, turned back upon me. Where would I like to go? Go with the woman I adore?

Perhaps to see that play we've always spoke of seeing. You could listen to me speak of the hidden meanings. Smile as I get the details wrong. You never did chastise me for my ignorance. You made me feel as if I were blessed with insight. I would love to see a play with you.

Perhaps to climb a hill with you. The tallest we can find. I must admit I've not been keeping in shape. My breath may fall short as I step higher and higher. You will take my hand and guide me to the next steps. You never did reject me for my weakness. You made me feel as if I were brimming with strength. I would love to climb a hill with you.

Perhaps to eat at that restaurant in the city. The one with the red letters on the sign outside. I could hide the fact that I don't know which wine is best to drink. Or that I can't remember if you use the outer fork first or inner. You never did ignore me for my social missteps. You made me feel as if I were the most charming man alive. I would love to eat at that restaurant in the city with you.

I went upon an adventure today. An adventure with the woman I adore. It began as any other adventure does. Where would you like to go? And as any other adventure, the answer was the same. I wish we could go home.

[yasamdan-deactivated20200724]

[welcome-to-alice-in-hell]

[breathtakingdestinations]

Ribeira dos Caldeirões - Azores - Portugal (by Viv Lynch) 

[wyrmguardsecrets]

People that use Tongues or other addons to eavesdrop on languages your character realistically would not be able to understand or, worse, try and asspull that your character can speak every language are super lame. It's just an excuse to be nosy or god mode. #changemymind

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[riven-butterfly]

This character here is a linguist. It is quite literally her profession to translate texts in the library from one language to many. She also performs translations for diplomats when there is a language barrier.

Might not ‘change your mind’ of course, but just saying that there is a difference between ‘asspulling’ and having language fluency be a major factor in your character. There are a number of people out there who study and learn dozens of languages, often for fun. Check them out on YouTube, it’s not so far fetched!

[beauty-funny-trippy]

~beauty-funny-trippy {redo of a Jaccob McKay gif}