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Whoa, long time since updating. It's September, soon-to-be-October. Schoolwork is pressing at me and so my stories must remain thoughts until I get time to write further...

And now it's October, soon to be November. I'm a whole continent away from the summer...time has no meaning here...

It is now July, almost August. I'm receding into deep dark pools of Marion Zimmer Bradley books and Kimya Dawson lyrics. It's like school never existed, and all my friends are receding too, even though we're seeing each other today. It feels as if I've written things, but I haven't. It's just how much I've been thinking, especially when I've been hearing so much music and dreaming so deeply.

It is finally June, almost July! It's dawning upon me how much freer I am in the summer. There's time now for music, going anywhere can be delayed for a day or even a week, and there's no rush as of when to eat, when to leave the house, when to sleep. I'm sleeping a lot later and skipping breakfast a lot, and there's so much free time now that I'm usually drawing, watching movies, sleeping in, or writing new chapters. It's really rather nice.

I just saw The Mists of Avalon and it was amazing! I loved just how they put all the plot together, and Accolon and Mordred and Morgaine and Arthur were adorable. There was one or two scenes when Gwenhwyfar looked good, so I guess that works for me. Also, I'm really happy that all the scenes and stuff fit in together! (especially Morgause's cursing Gwenhwyfar, and things like that, like how she was going to make certain things possible for Morgaine that meant that Mordred would not be born)

My favorite poem as of today:

Der Erlkönig

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

"Who rides so late through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He has the little one well in the arm
He holds him secure, he holds him warm.

"My son, why hide your face in fear?"
"See you not, Father, the Elf king?
The Elf king with crown and flowing cloak?"
"My son, it is a wisp of fog."

"You sweet child, come along with me!
Such wonderful games I'll play with you;
Many lovely flowers are at the shore,
My mother has many golden garments."

"My father, my father, and do you not hear,
What the Elf king quietly promises to me?"
"Be calm, stay calm, my child;
The wind is rustling the dry leaves."

"Won't you come along with me, my fine boy?
My daughters shall attend to you so nicely;
My daughters do their nightly dance,
And they will rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep."

"My father, my father, do you not see there,
Elf king's daughters in that dark place?"
"My son, my son, I see it definitely:
It is the willow trees looking so grey."

"I love you; I'm charmed by your beautiful shape;
And if you are not willing, then I will use force."
"My father, my father, now he has taken hold of me!
Elf king has hurt me!"

The father shudders, he rides swiftly,
He holds in arm the groaning child,
He reaches the farmhouse with effort and urgency;
In his arms, the child was dead. "

My name is Raincharm, you can call me Rain or K.

While love and the rain inconstant,

Seem to jealous eyes,

You may find that they're never daunted,

By a changeling heart or sunny skies.

While little, that emotion is boundless,

And the other tells the earth, Never die.

In the rain and the heart unending,

Distancing themselves from the world,

I was surprised

to see that in changing,

they left behind no harm.

A note on my story, A Priori:

"a prioriˈä prēˈôrē; prīˈôrī; ˈā

adjective

(1)relating to or denoting reasoning or knowledge that proceeds from theoretical deduction rather than from observation or experience a priori assumptions about human nature.

adverb

(2)in a way based on theoretical deduction rather than empirical observation"

You may not have known that the title is actually a word or phrase in real life--above is the dictionary definition.

Why did I choose that title for such a story, you might ask? Well, it's because I think it describes many things in the story. It is a synonym for how naive Amah really is of her world (she left human habitation at around age 3, and grew up in fear of being discovered and put to death. Since her mother was dead and her father no longer part of her world, there was nobody to consult about strange happenings, human and otherwise). It also describes how little Amah's village knows in their fear of the unknown and vision. And lastly, it encompasses the idea that Amah is a being apart, and can only guess where her future lies, not knowing how it would end for a human, much less for anything else, as she sees herself.