Yoapr042003.htm

April 4, 2003

]

Amber

Trump Deck

Logs

RL Pictures

Main

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, absent-mindedly, "Lady, how are you this evening?"

The image of the picture comes into focus. Behold: a phantom beauty; tall yet frail of bone, stunning yet severe, with a face too exquisite to evince emotion. In the background: Just inside the massive gateway to the outside plaza is this redly lit corridor.

The image of Ada-Shazandra smiles, her livid lips elegantly curled, "Lady. Well - my blessings to you."

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah says "I was hoping for a word with you, if you can spare the time."

The image of Ada-Shazandra's long luxurious lashes drape - graceful head bowing with superb humility, "My time is yours, Yosannah - how may I serve?"

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah says "Our conversation a couple weeks back... Well, if truth be told, I've been having some difficulty squaring certainthings in my brain and I'm troubled."

The image of Ada-Shazandra arcs a dark crescent of a brow, "I am certain. I sense my words surpassed your expectations - please - tell me what troubles you?" Her voice is smooth and silken laced with that tremor of an exotic accent.

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah swallows, perhaps in effort to wet a dry mouth, "You suggested that I'm hosting something I should be greatful for. 'Honored' was the word I think you used. I'm affraid I don't feel so honored; in fact," She sighs, "I've become more disturbed at the entire notion, and it's caused me to distance myself from loved ones out of fear that..." Her words trail off as she is seemingly at a loss for them.

The image of Ada-Shazandra hums musically, "Lady - I've no easy answers for you - and shall likely breed more questions. Ultimately it is your choice to endure the burden - or to diminish. You have been indeed honored - for there may be no valor without sinister - The Serpent has granted all of us adversity - and it is left to us to triumph and grow strong or perish. Do understand what I say?"

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah inhales deeply before replying, "I do. Truly. I'm lacking in direction and looking to you for guidance - and you are right. I suppose I am the only one who can find the right path. This feeling I have, of unrest," she raises a hand to her head and rubs her temple, "is difficult to deal with alone."

The image of Ada-Shazandra laughs, her solid jade eyes radiantly glazed - the sound thick with a profound eloquence, "You need never be alone, Yosannah. But if you are thus tormented, then answer me this, my dear whom would you pick to bear the burden you bear? Name me a single soul to whom you would dare pass on the plight you carry?"

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah considers this - it is obviously a question that she has never asked herself before as evidenced by the struggle in her eyes, "I..." Her voice falters, "I can't. I wouldn't wish this upon anyone."

The image of Ada-Shazandra's eyes shrink and their unabashed vivacity masks any inkling of sympathy, "Precisely, Yosannah - precisely my point. Perhaps you do need a vacation - and if that is true then as your confessor I am willing to relive you temporarily of this burden - but it chose you not me and hence is not mine to suffer."

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah nods in understanding, "I've been selfish. And I've generally prided myself on being anything but." She nods her head quietly, mostly to herself, "Thank you. Thank you for..." she searches for lost words, "For helping me reconcile some of my distress."

The image of Ada-Shazandra is silent - her porcelain pale face thrown into eerie prominence by the murky crimson shroud of her diffused hood. When the priestess speaks, her voice is velveteen and rich, "To each their own, Yosannah - We are all masters of our own fate." Her head bows, as she annunciates, "And our own damnation."

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah runs a hand over her hair, "In any event, I'd like to think on your words. And I am certain I am keeping you." She inquires, "May I call on you again?"

The image of Ada-Shazandra's smile shimmers, "I think perhaps next time you call we shall share a cigarette and a gargle of intoxication."

To the image of Ada-Shazandra, Yosannah smiles lightly at her suggestion, "That we will. Have a good evening, lady."