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Scheherazade in Blue Jeans
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Afternoon miscellany 
23rd-Oct-2009 02:56 pm
* The mailman has a habit of stuffing magazines within magazines or, worse, bills within catalogs within magazines. It is like a magazine turducken. We do not want a magazine turducken. This is how things get lost, y0.

* My hair has the following colors in it: brown, blonde, red, black, and apparently silver. Yes, I am a calico. Yes, I mean naturally; I do dye blonde and red stripes into it, but those colors occur naturally as well, just scattered rather than all conveniently gathered together.

* Tangentially related: I really need a new LJ icon, as this one doesn't so much look like me anymore; my face is narrower, my hair is longer and different colors.

* My chest is still rattly, but I am feeling less sick and therefore less cranky. More like myself.

* However, I am still tired, and will now nap.
23rd-Oct-2009 07:34 pm (UTC)
"Yes, I am a calico"

Yes..yes that makes perfect sense now.

Of course, mythologically speaking, having 5 colours in your hair like that would make you a mermaid [specifically a child of Lyre, which isn't quite the same.]
26th-Oct-2009 05:16 pm (UTC)
*perks up* Tell me more?
26th-Oct-2009 07:29 pm (UTC)
Oh well, we're talking ancient celtic mythology, as is, it was ancient even to the Celts nearly 2000 years ago when they recorded the story.

The children of Lyre [for such is Anglicised name], were never Human to start with. They were relatives of the Shining Folk, predating the children of Danu who were known to the Romans as Keltia.

Now, in those ancient times their Kingdom lay on the bridge of land that joined the Kingdom of Albion to the land of the Franks, such that one could walk from the Blessed Lands to the Mainland without getting your feet wet. As such they lay in the path of any would be invader or army.

Now, as the magic of the Sidhi was fading from the lands, and the humans grew more numerous, their kingdom grew ever more threatened until one fateful spring, a vast horde rode out of the bitter frozen lands of the North, armed with cold iron, and camped at the border.

It is not recorded, what her name was, but the daughter of the King met the leader, and invited him and his chiefs to her home. And while they feasted and spoke boastfully of what they'd do on the 'morrow, when they took the place for their own, she and her sisters prepared a great magic.

At the signal, the kings daughter and her sisters, took out their knives and slit the throats of the barbarians, scarificing them to dark un-named powers, asking them to make their land safe from the invasion.

Well, the dark gods answered, kinda, by drowning the lands below the waves in a mighty storm. However, as the waves broke against the palace walls, the daughter in desperate last act cast herself from the walls into the wave, fuelling a last magic, she gave her people the ability to live in water.

Since that day, the children of Lyre have lived out their lives below the waves, only occasionally showing themselves, although during the highest storms, one can hear the bells of their city tolling below the waves.

Of course, it's said that one can tell if a chance met stranger is one of them, for they have five colours in their hair...

Silver for the fair folk, red for the blood spilt, black for the powers they called upon, and gold [blonde] for the sacrifice of the kings daughter.

[of course, the webs between toes and fingers is a give away as well, but those only show if they are splashed with salt water]

Or at least, so the story goes.
11th-Jan-2011 04:04 pm (UTC)
I love what each of the colors stands for!

(Hi Shadesong! Sorry to come barging into your LJ--I saw your comment on Amal's facebook page and was curious.)
14th-Jan-2011 12:16 am (UTC)
No apology necessary! All are always welcome here. :)
23rd-Oct-2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
ROTFL re: magazine turducken!!!
23rd-Oct-2009 08:44 pm (UTC)
Neat! I too am a calico.
23rd-Oct-2009 08:54 pm (UTC)
Same colours here, though different proportions.
23rd-Oct-2009 10:44 pm (UTC) - Anthology seeking submissions
I know you love transformation stories...I thought of you when I was pointed to this.

24th-Oct-2009 12:32 am (UTC)
If we lived closer to each other, we could take pictures of each other until we both had some new icons!
24th-Oct-2009 02:13 am (UTC)
read you magazine turducken comment and burst out laughing. Thank you! I really needed a good laugh!
24th-Oct-2009 11:38 am (UTC)
...And now I know what a turducken is. Thankyou! =:o}
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