Mystic Lass
Fair morning, all.
I am Jessica, aye, and I have visited with you before. To those new to this site, I am true Witch born, and the wife of Garth, Master Vampyre. Since Dream Teller suffered the terrible loss of her life-partner, we have searched our hearts for some way to help ease the pain of her loss. As we all know, nothing nor anyone can fill that dark void, and such was not our intent. But it has long been known that one left alone will often benefit from having something which gives one a new sense of purpose during one's transition. And so we began our search for that special something.
Let me say that the Fates will often drop something unexpected into the lap of those who are seeking. As it happened, such was the case. Now, in case you are not aware of it, the Fates tend to have a rather odd sense of humor (aye, and they do). What do I mean by that? Well, anyone who knows Dream Teller, is aware of her likes and dislikes; just as they well know she is fairly set in her ways. Let me clarify before I have you well and truly confused. Being that Dream Teller is a busy individual (with precious little time to spare) we all know that she is not one to take on the care of anything she cannot give ample time to. That said, we figured she would benefit from something that would require her to make time for herself, and concentrate on; other than her life-work.
Dream Teller respects all living creatures, large and small, and so it is that she owns a pet that does not require constant attention. Her Arab-Quarter horse (a birthday present from her mate) has been with her since he was six months old and he is now nearing twenty-nine. He is well provided for (has his own hay meadow with a pond, and a friend in the small Paso Fino mare that resides with him), and they even have an onsite caretaker (lives next door to the meadow) who watches out for them. She visits them as time allows; which, sadly, is not as often as Dream Teller would like.
So, back to the Fates' hands in our quest. Dream Teller is a dog (large) and horse type but we figured she needed something small that wouldn't cramp her space and is somewhat self-sufficient. Apparently, so did the Fates figure. She also likes wolves and large cats but we knew that wild creatures were out of the question. So, we were pointed in the direction of the next best thing. Aye, and as I am a cat-lover, I was thrilled when this precious critter reared it's fluffy head. 'Tis a tiny, white fluff-ball with sky-blue eyes and a hint of gold tipping her ears and tail. She has the look of the larger cat, for she is a Manx (jacked-up rear-end and stubby tail). Just eight weeks old, she needed a good home and we needed a gift so, voila, there she was. We snapped her right up and then we began to try and figure out a way to help her nudge her way into Dream Teller's life.
We knew 'twould no' be easy but we were committed. At first the wee one was quite agitated around my Garth but he has such a way about him that within a short time, she ceased hissing and spitting at him (cats are prone to do that around Vampyres) and allowed him near her. What a sight to behold; a six-foot, seven-inch man (aye, and he is a man) holding the tiny critter that fit in the palm of his hand. I have to say both man and creature became quite fond of one another in a very short time, and so I had to remind him that the kitten would soon leave us. We spent three nights acclimating her to being around someone other than her Kind, and being indoors. During that time Garth insisted we needed to choose a name for her because he was certain Dream Teller would just call her 'Cat'. Ah, the list was endless but as Garth was prone to call her Lass (his origins lead him to call most young females Lass), I agreed.
The long and the short of it was that we split the difference, so to speak, and she became Mystic Lass. The name suits her well, for she has something of the mystic about her; a fey look. That accomplished, it was then time to give our gift to Dream Teller. At that point I feared she might no' appreciate such a gift but Garth was ever certain we could manage to turn things in the right direction. Late one evening the opportunity presented. We had a scheduled meeting with Dream Teller, and we took Mystic along with us (all her kitten paraphernalia stored in our venicle). As others were to attend the same meeting, we let them know what we were about and they agreed to aid and abet us in our quest to bring Dream Teller and Mystic together. When we took Mystic inside, Dream Teller actually smiled (the first smile I had seen in some time) and she petted the kitten that had attached it's little self to the front of Garth's shirt.
Within moments Mystic was hopping around and between everyone's feet, chasing a little ball Dream Teller found for her. Dream Teller pretended not to notice the cute antics the kitten displayed but we watched her eyes keep returning to Mystic. Once the meeting was adjourned and we were partaking of refreshments, Dream Teller could no longer ingnore the plaintiff cries of a kitten needing to be held and reassured she was safe. The rest is history. Mystic Lass has a new home. Her Mistress (who reminds us creatures are not to be owned but co-habited with) appears to have gotten past being miffed over our secret mission, and while she often claimed to not be a 'Cat' person, it turns out she is just that.
So, I say to you, this: not every person going through a tragic time will appreciate a new constant in their lives, but if the possibility is there, seek the opportunity to try and bring person and creature together. Do no' force the issue but approach it with love, and leave an opening for the Fates to chart the course. One does no' have to spend money to find that special gift, for there are many animals needing safe refuge and equally as many persons, who will find refuge in caring for them. Blessed May You Be.
I am Jessica, aye, and I have visited with you before. To those new to this site, I am true Witch born, and the wife of Garth, Master Vampyre. Since Dream Teller suffered the terrible loss of her life-partner, we have searched our hearts for some way to help ease the pain of her loss. As we all know, nothing nor anyone can fill that dark void, and such was not our intent. But it has long been known that one left alone will often benefit from having something which gives one a new sense of purpose during one's transition. And so we began our search for that special something.
Let me say that the Fates will often drop something unexpected into the lap of those who are seeking. As it happened, such was the case. Now, in case you are not aware of it, the Fates tend to have a rather odd sense of humor (aye, and they do). What do I mean by that? Well, anyone who knows Dream Teller, is aware of her likes and dislikes; just as they well know she is fairly set in her ways. Let me clarify before I have you well and truly confused. Being that Dream Teller is a busy individual (with precious little time to spare) we all know that she is not one to take on the care of anything she cannot give ample time to. That said, we figured she would benefit from something that would require her to make time for herself, and concentrate on; other than her life-work.
Dream Teller respects all living creatures, large and small, and so it is that she owns a pet that does not require constant attention. Her Arab-Quarter horse (a birthday present from her mate) has been with her since he was six months old and he is now nearing twenty-nine. He is well provided for (has his own hay meadow with a pond, and a friend in the small Paso Fino mare that resides with him), and they even have an onsite caretaker (lives next door to the meadow) who watches out for them. She visits them as time allows; which, sadly, is not as often as Dream Teller would like.
So, back to the Fates' hands in our quest. Dream Teller is a dog (large) and horse type but we figured she needed something small that wouldn't cramp her space and is somewhat self-sufficient. Apparently, so did the Fates figure. She also likes wolves and large cats but we knew that wild creatures were out of the question. So, we were pointed in the direction of the next best thing. Aye, and as I am a cat-lover, I was thrilled when this precious critter reared it's fluffy head. 'Tis a tiny, white fluff-ball with sky-blue eyes and a hint of gold tipping her ears and tail. She has the look of the larger cat, for she is a Manx (jacked-up rear-end and stubby tail). Just eight weeks old, she needed a good home and we needed a gift so, voila, there she was. We snapped her right up and then we began to try and figure out a way to help her nudge her way into Dream Teller's life.
We knew 'twould no' be easy but we were committed. At first the wee one was quite agitated around my Garth but he has such a way about him that within a short time, she ceased hissing and spitting at him (cats are prone to do that around Vampyres) and allowed him near her. What a sight to behold; a six-foot, seven-inch man (aye, and he is a man) holding the tiny critter that fit in the palm of his hand. I have to say both man and creature became quite fond of one another in a very short time, and so I had to remind him that the kitten would soon leave us. We spent three nights acclimating her to being around someone other than her Kind, and being indoors. During that time Garth insisted we needed to choose a name for her because he was certain Dream Teller would just call her 'Cat'. Ah, the list was endless but as Garth was prone to call her Lass (his origins lead him to call most young females Lass), I agreed.
The long and the short of it was that we split the difference, so to speak, and she became Mystic Lass. The name suits her well, for she has something of the mystic about her; a fey look. That accomplished, it was then time to give our gift to Dream Teller. At that point I feared she might no' appreciate such a gift but Garth was ever certain we could manage to turn things in the right direction. Late one evening the opportunity presented. We had a scheduled meeting with Dream Teller, and we took Mystic along with us (all her kitten paraphernalia stored in our venicle). As others were to attend the same meeting, we let them know what we were about and they agreed to aid and abet us in our quest to bring Dream Teller and Mystic together. When we took Mystic inside, Dream Teller actually smiled (the first smile I had seen in some time) and she petted the kitten that had attached it's little self to the front of Garth's shirt.
Within moments Mystic was hopping around and between everyone's feet, chasing a little ball Dream Teller found for her. Dream Teller pretended not to notice the cute antics the kitten displayed but we watched her eyes keep returning to Mystic. Once the meeting was adjourned and we were partaking of refreshments, Dream Teller could no longer ingnore the plaintiff cries of a kitten needing to be held and reassured she was safe. The rest is history. Mystic Lass has a new home. Her Mistress (who reminds us creatures are not to be owned but co-habited with) appears to have gotten past being miffed over our secret mission, and while she often claimed to not be a 'Cat' person, it turns out she is just that.
So, I say to you, this: not every person going through a tragic time will appreciate a new constant in their lives, but if the possibility is there, seek the opportunity to try and bring person and creature together. Do no' force the issue but approach it with love, and leave an opening for the Fates to chart the course. One does no' have to spend money to find that special gift, for there are many animals needing safe refuge and equally as many persons, who will find refuge in caring for them. Blessed May You Be.
posted by Dreamteller at
4:27 AM
<< Home