To wgp@topica.com From Jeffrey Sean Huo Subject Re [wgp] Visions of the past Date Mon, 05 Mar 2001 165304 -0800 Message-ID <0.1600017349.1036641442-212058698-983839984@topica.com> Reply-To wgp@topica.com X-Topica-Loop 1600017349 Received (qmail 17025 invoked by alias); 6 Mar 2001 005300 -0000 Received (qmail 16991 invoked by uid 0); 6 Mar 2001 005259 -0000 Received from changeofhabit.mr.itd.umich.edu (141.211.144.17) by inmta002.topica.com with SMTP; 6 Mar 2001 005259 -0000 Received from jeff (pm636-02.dialip.mich.net [207.75.181.108]) by changeofhabit.mr.itd.umich.edu (8.9.3/3.2r) with SMTP id TAA23373 for ; Mon, 5 Mar 2001 195250 -0500 (EST) X-Sender jeffshuo@j.imap.itd.umich.edu X-Mailer QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Pro Version 4.1 In-Reply-To <0.1600017349.813761985-951758591-983767897@topica.com> Mime-Version 1.0 Content-Type text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Status At 0851 PM 3/4/01 -0800, Kylinn wrote > jeffshuo@umich.edu writes > >> > >> >"So was her name Laughter-Like-Dancing-Stars, >> >or 'Falls-From-Heaven'?" Stalks asks, slightly >> >confused. >> >> ["Both,"] he says, gently. > >"How?" Zhouting laughs gently. [" 'Laughter-Like- Dancing-Stars' was her formal name, the name with which she would be introduced at moots, the name by which the Galliards would sing of her..."] ["The other name...was..."] And then, for a moment, Zhouting is lost within a gentle wave of memories...sunlit afternoons alone in high-mountain meadows...moon-lit runs through silver-tinged forests... the rustle of silk as she danced for him, and him alone... Sitting, side by side on a high mountain peak, giving names to the formless creatures the clouds seemed to form... Laughing in pell-mell chaos as each, Garou Lady and Mage Adept, with ink-brushes in hand wrestle playfully as they try to paint each other's noses... Zhouting smiles, forgetting where he is and who he has become... He says nothing more. He does not have to. >Stalks Hidden -Zhouting Chen-Chu Momoshiki ya Furuki nokiba no Shinobu ni mo Nao amari aru Mukashi nari keri In this ancient house Paved with a hundred stones Ferns grow in the eaves; But numerous as they are, My old memories are more. --Canto 100, Ogura Hyakuin Isshu