nedjelja, 19. srpnja 2009.

Guardian quest

At first I was stuck at drum circle, until one smart lady elbowed me and asked me for my guardian quest.
- Guardian what? I want to be druid and elf, not guardian.

Good maid rolled her eyes, and started to talk very slowly.
She showed me starting apple in the Village market, than i was on my own. Running around Drum Circle as hamster in wheel, full of good will and hope all items are somewhere on the trees.
Guardian quest notecard is like a poem. Guess what good poet wants to say.
Finally I dared to ask some help and I get coordinates to one item near the library. After I use all my diving and climbing skills,tufted hair, red face, clammy as clumsy, I stuck at the edge of the sim.
- Are you stuck Lady Sandra?- i heard voice above my head.
- Uhm... I think so...-
- Do you need help?-
- That would be nice, thank you.-
- Shall I TP you?-
- YES! (please) -

With little help i found all items, and one left. I marked all I found. One is left.
Which one? How could I know now? Bingo! I'll ask ancients! Open Avilion chat group and call ancient.
- Excuse me milady, how can i find out what item i missed?-
- What? Look in your basket (stupiddarnsillynewbie)-
- How can I do that?... Milady.
- Perhaps CLICK on it?-
- hehe, oh? hehe... Thank you. I am sorry if I am inter... ohhh she poofs...-

Ok, last one is MUG! Darn... a mug? i looked everywhere. Ask someone!
- Excuse me milady, where can i find mug?-
- A mug? - she looks at me like I am transparent, thinking deeply. - What mug dear?-
- Guardian quest? Wine mug?-
- Where people drinks dear? Wine? In mugs? Think a little.-
- Ermmm... thank you milady. (noone tells me I need to think... darn)-


That's how I got familiar to our home, got to know every tree, and every rock. Well… my knees and nose for sure (still have some black marks to prove it).

petak, 3. srpnja 2009.

My SL start


First of all, my apolgize, my English is not the best.

You may regret this. I simply cannot say anything about me in few sentences, so put your catlle on, make a tea, take some food, and for your sake, sit down.

Why am I here? Well, at first I just wanted to research SL for my column, what is all this racket about… I was lost at first. Two lost two days on that spooky newbie island, trying to figure out how to dress up and move away from there. Some strange creatures asked me stupid questions and I respond with stupid answers. No friends jet.

Finally I noticed tabs at the bottom of the page and start searching. First I wanted to earn some lindens and ended at some beautifully designed sim where I was chased by bad shaped male characters with their 'weapons' out. I run away, desapointed and insulted.

Then some little lamp lighted in my head and I typed in search – fantasy, what brings me at our home gate. There was a beautiful dressed knight guardian who greeted me and asked me politely to dress up. So I got my freebie gown at the gate, hid behind a column (or I thought so) and in a hour I was dressed, while good knight was having fun watching silly newbie having troubles with changing the appearance.

The rest is history, friendly creatures, cute faes, funny drows and proud dragons, beautiful elves… It was love at the first sight. I wanted to be part of this fine community, play with them, be friends with them. And now I am, now my heart is big as Avilon hills.

srijeda, 1. srpnja 2009.

Kitty


Where should I start?
Why am I here (I mean SL and Avilion)?
I am darn fantasy fan, child forever, live in dreams, hovers among the clouds...
I'll tell you my story next time. If you are patience enough to read it.
Until than - i just introduce myself with my work
Stay well
S

(pencil on paper)
Zarco of the Mist (magnificent me)

srijeda, 6. svibnja 2009.

Gipsy

I long for a drop
of your gypsy blood
that pursues you barefoot
through the will o'wisps.

You gave me your heart
wrapped in dreams,
a goblet brimming with frothy lies
and tye-died clouds
festooned with ribbons
and the purloined notes
of nightingales.

All these you gave me
You just never gave me
anything of yours.

ponedjeljak, 27. travnja 2009.

Dream


Dream of me

and I won't

promise

to live you

or breathe you

but share

a taste of love.