Topic: Quillyan Daewen: Astrological Reading

Tasha Van Blaudin

Date: 2011-04-22 15:31 EST
Quillyan Daewen
Week of New Language
Born of the Star Linguis
Birthdate:June 10
Mode: Thought
Element: Air

Strengths: Communicative, Competitive, Innovative
Weaknesses: Misinterpreted, Flaky, Disorganized

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Strong desire to communicate thoughts and feelings verbally
The also need to be sure that others have understood their message and can see their point of view, even without agreeing with it
Frequently misunderstood
Entertaining and witty, they know how to dazzle and to hold the attention of an audience
In long term committed relationships they may come across as superficial
Their use of body language rivals their use of verbal communication
They possess a great need for physical exercise and expression (not realizing this may result in irritability)
The competitive urges of those born in this week can easily get out of hand
They can become quite contentious
Their impulse to criticize (when competing in groups) can result in alienation
They are hard on themselves as well as others and may possess a poor self image
They fear appearing foolish or inadequate, or of being misunderstood
In their choice of mate, they are often carried away by their desires and only discover later that the person they have chosen to live with cares little about what they have to say and has no interest in devoting time to listening to it.
The can be drawn to quiet and reserved people whose silence and need for privacy they may, unfortunately, end up interpreting as rejection.
Secretly fascinated by the dark side of life
Apparently extroverted and happy, they sometimes force their smiles and gaiety
They have a tendency to be attracted to those of a darker nature so that they themselves do not have to manifest their own dark interests
Possess a strong need for variety
When their needs are not met the will almost alwas seek out someone more understanding, this can be beneficial should the person prove to scrupulous but can also have negative impact should the person prove to be selfish and/or destructive.


Advice: "Try not to come on in a rush. Be clear in what you say but also diplomatic. Don't be inattentive to the impression ou make or the idea others have of you. There is great value in silence. take the time to develop deep friendships."

Quillyan Daewen

Date: 2011-04-22 21:49 EST
Quillyan, adorned as usual in the stark black-and-white of her novice class, seemed to listen patiently, for she was very still, and her demonstrative features maintained a sure tranquility as the stargazer spoke.

As Tasha concluded her sage suggestions, the girl leaned forward, her clear blue eyes wide with adamant uncertainty. The question lingering upon her lips was more universal than she may have guessed; there was no equivocation in her query.

?Yes, but,? she whispered, ?does he love me??

Tasha Van Blaudin

Date: 2011-04-23 15:59 EST
When I had agreed to the readings for my sister I had half expected to find a group of children playing at being wizards. Bianca had been quite proud of her position at the Institute of Arcane Principle and I had wanted to see this new haven she had found for herself after the trauma that I had predicted had most certainly unfolded.

Worried for my little sister I was not prepared to be bombarded with the sheer volume of power that came from this school of magecraft. The students were diverse and their paths gleamed hotly across my twilight gaze. I was quite nearly catatonic after but a day spent offering readings to those who wished to submit to the special session created by Bianca.

This small woman-child before me was no exception. The stars pulsated brightly and lit a path that would not be easy. I had expected no less than the very question she uttered for it was not a solitary path that had unfolded before me but a conjoined one rife with conflicts.

I knew who she spoke of, for his reading had been performed earlier that day and his frighteningly vast connection to power had been eclipsed only by the sheer amount of bonds he had formed to other star's paths. But this one, this one had burnt brightest.

There was no hesitation, no sign of the internal sigh I felt at her query. How to guide this young witch?

"You know the answer to this question. Deep within your heart, the depth of his own feelings for you is reflected." I never meant to be cryptic, there was simply something about the role of Seer that led itself to dance carefully with the words delivered when the star's watched you as well.

I felt compelled to offer more, "Your paths are not easy ones nor are they fated to be divided or shared. But the effect you have upon each other will dictate your future."

Even as the words rang with the prophetic power of the celestial energies behind them I felt without seeing the desperation in her brilliant gaze that I was not clarifying enough for her, "Be wary of where you seek solace when his distance drives you through the briars of hurt. Know that his need for privacy is not a need for isolation or meant to be deliberately hurtful. Do not act out a need for checks and balances, for your barbs will be most detrimental."

Quillyan Daewen

Date: 2011-04-24 20:21 EST
She shouldn?t have asked.

Moments ago, Quillyan?s demeanor had been pleasant, her features touched with hints of levity and bliss. The question came from some dark place, though, sneakily vocalized in an obscure and twisted desire for penitence. Instantly, a shameful blush spread across her cheeks, and the eyes which previously seemed so imperative now struggled to maintain contact with the Seer?s sympathetic gaze. In fact, as they stayed trained upon the other woman, a glaze of tears spread across, making the azure even brighter, more tragic.

"Be wary of where you seek solace when his distance drives you through the briars of hurt. Know that his need for privacy is not a need for isolation or meant to be deliberately hurtful. Do not act out a need for checks and balances, for your barbs will be most detrimental."

Quillyan fell apart.

Tears, finally - a breakdown which had been building since her first night, her first class, her first failure and success. They had waited, sometimes; other times she had beaten them back, but they nevertheless remained in the form of an occasional vaporous dread, anticipating a moment of perfect vulnerability. That, apparently, was now.

The ruby-tressed head hung, delicate hands lifting to shield her face, shoulders shaking with a series of whimpering sobs. The sorrow fueling her tears was compounded by the shame of her spectacle before Tasha?s refined and placid beauty. The Seer was a stranger, too, who hardly deserved this awkward display of feminine hysterics, and yet, she seemed to know much, for her warning was extraordinarily fitting.

And too late.

?I?m so sorry, I don?t normally cry,? she confessed in partial explanation, the trembling tone of her words torn by continuing sobs. Gulping for breath, she drew fingertips under her wide eyes, wiping at the plentiful tears.

The young witch managed to meet the eerily insightful gaze of the Seer.

?But I?ve done something awful,? she whispered.

Tasha Van Blaudin

Date: 2011-04-25 00:51 EST
Once, when I was still young and fresh, a white linen canvas lacking stains, barely creased and still possessing the sheen of innocence, I'd encountered a woman whose joy for her impending motherhood was overshadowed only by the dark cloud of tragedy that clung to her like a mud coat.

I was unprepared for the rage-filled denial, the slap of her sorrow tearing into me and driving me to my knees.

She had been my first brush with the tornadic emotions that could accompany my prophecies. The glimpses into the celestial tapestries had sharpened as I had matured and with them had come the ability to weather volatile reactions.

I offered no judgment, nor much in the way of consolation. It was not my place to offer either. The crumbling of the vibrant young woman before me tugged at my heart, for I could fully understand the fear of doing something so awful that it changed your path in ways you couldn't prepare yourself for...fleetingly I thought of Boreas. Never far from my thoughts.

This was a pupil of my sister's and for that connection, that salvation of my injured sibling, I would and could offer whatever support and guidance available, "Awful is one of those words that have always amused me. To be so full of awe to be fearful of its weight is one thing..." I blinked slowly, my expression neutrally receptive in the way that was second nature, "but I worry that this is not the type of awful you speak of, young witchling?" The quirk of my brow revealed the question..and the opening should she choose to take it.

Quillyan Daewen

Date: 2011-04-25 21:51 EST
?Not that type of awful at all,? Quilyan admitted miserably, sniffling shakily as tears continued to slip down her blushing cheeks. ?My type of awful is just...? She paused, these tempestuous emotions greatly diminishing her imaginative skill as she searched for the right synonym. ?Bad.?

The stargazer?s elegantly accessible expression impelled the woeful young woman, loosening the words from her tongue. Though it was painful to admit, her secrets had been a solitary burden, for she had none to confide in at the school.

Those she would normally trust would turn from her if they knew the truth.

This woman was an outsider, safe perhaps.

?I fucked someone in House Viperfang,? she blurted between petite, gasping sobs. ?My mentor. I really didn?t intend for it to happen, and I?m not entirely sure how it did happen, but, well,? the words were rushing now, claims and details collapsing into a chaotically jumbled narrative. ?We met together so we could do whatever it is that a mentor and mentoree are supposed to do, but Viperfangs are stuck-up pricks and all he wanted to do was read his stupid poetry. It was so awfully boring that I drank entirely too much wine, and somehow I ended up in bed with him.?

Only her formidable sobs, threading through trembling syllables, suspended the novice?s clumsy verbal cascade.

?And if that wasn?t bad enough, since then, he?s been forcing me to do almost all of his work. He says that if I don?t, he?ll alert the Gossip Winds. I feel so wretchedly guilty about betraying Albion in the first place, and Grant?s work is hard. Really hard. He?s an apprentice, and I don?t even attend the same classes that he does. I spend all of my time doing his stuff, teaching myself the concepts from his classes, so the work for my own classes isn?t very good, plus I never see my friends anymore, or even Albion.

?Everything?s just awful. I never sleep. I would do anything to undo it all, but I know that?s impossible. The last month has been the worst of my entire life.?

The youthful dramatics of the confession surely tested the Seer?s exquisite tranquility, and still it continued: ?There?s no happy ending. I could break up with Albion and pray he never finds out, but that would be terribly painful. Or I could wait until he inevitably discovers what happened, which would also be terribly painful.

?Or I could kill Grant.? Dark, tortured humor drew a bitter breath of laughter from her flushed and swollen lips.

?But that?s probably against the school rules.?

Tasha Van Blaudin

Date: 2011-04-28 17:10 EST
I hid my amusement easily enough though the urge to smile at the young woman's apparent enthusiasm for her blackmailer's demise tickled me.

There was something about this tangled little tale that rang undeniably false but I was not here to pry into such things but to offer a small glimpse into the Divination Arts.

And to offer advice to the needy...and the distraught client before me was most certainly needy.

Normally I would lead with questions designed to guide my intended down a particular path of enlightenment but I was pressed for both time and ethos.

"Love has to be the most frighteningly dense and dynamically confusing emotion to understand. It exists on a plane of intensity that denies even the stars power to predict outcomes. Love has changed the paths of many a destined soul."

I settled twilight eyes upon her, pinning her with the glowing lights that swam in the dark depths of my eyes, "Love can and will wash over all impediments...if given the chance. Though the higher you build the problem, the more love will have to overcome."

I offered her a smile of encouragement, willing her to understand the advice that I delivered.