•{ And Even Now . . .

She sat by the riverbank fiddling with a sheet of paper in her hands. Bright pink flowers that she had picked earlier rested at her side. There had bene a lot of things on her mind recently – more than usual – and they all centered around one person in particular. Usually the memories were fleeting, coming and going within seconds, but lately they have been lingering.

Even as she sat there she heard his laughter and turned her head down as she saw him roll his eyes at her again and end it with that trademark smirk. Her skin prickled when he placed his hand on her shoulder. Perhaps she was loosing her mind. These memories were so vivid and clear. She would swear he was standing right there.

“It’s three in the morning, just me and my demons at war again.
So I’m calling in, are You listening . . . “

It’s strange how things work. Some time she had it all together, and then there were times where she couldn’t sleep for days or even weeks at a time. Still, she was miles from where she was before, yet for some reason, memories and feelings were crashing in on her like a tidal wave. One of them stuck out the most: it was the last time she saw him. He had kissed her on the forehead and said he’d see her tomorrow before he turned and walked out the door. How could she have known that would be the last time she’d see him alive.

“You made a man this fragile. You made a heart that can break. . .
You make me love so hard when everything I love just leaves.
Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with me?”

She sighed as she looked out across the water. The paper she had been holding was now a boat. Paper boats – that was one of their ‘things’. They would make the boats and race them down the river at the park.. He always won.

People had been worried about her after he passed, but she put on a brave face and carried on, never fully dealing with it. Truth was, that not dealing with it was crippling her in ways she couldn’t explain. Maybe this year she would be able to face her feelings and thoughts and process them instead of running from them.

“I know this ain’t for nothing. There’s nothing You don’t make.
I know You got Your reasons, this sh*t’s just hard to take.
I don’t mean to criticize You, I know I’m hard to teach.
I know you tell me there’s nothing wrong with me . . . “

She set the boat in the water and placed a few flower petals on it. Afterwards she gave the boat a small push and sat back to watch it slowly drift away. Softly she whispered to herself, “I still miss you . . .”

— Song lyrics from “Dear God” by Hunter Hayes

Shorts:*COCO*_Flare Denim Shorts
Top: Scandalize.. Nessiha TOP. Fluor
Hair: Stealthic – Haven (Browns)
Tattoo: Stardust – Eliza @ Uber 

Pose is :LW: BENTO Poses – I Still Miss You @ Belle Event 

•{ In a book . . .

He was outside, enjoying his coffee, a few cookies, and a book he had found in the attic of their house. It didn’t look like much, but something about it had caught his attention enough to make him pick it up. The book was more interesting than it first seemed, for it was actually an old diary of someone who owned the house well over 80 years ago.

“Ryanna!” He called out to her after having read something particularly interesting. His wife wasn’t too far for she was doing some gardening work. “Ryanna! Come here. You have to take a look at this.”

She put down what she was doing and made her way over. “What is it?” She knelt on the side of his bench and leaned over, supporting herself on his shoulder and reading over it.

He held up the book and she scanned the pages, her eyes growing wider. “Now that, that’s interesting.”

The things you can find in a book. . . .


Kulaan (check out his Flickr)
Top – //Ascend// – Jacob Long Cardigan
Sneakers [Deadwool] – Chase Sneakers Black
Pants – Cold Ash – HOLLOWAY Ripped Jeans
BraceletRealEvil Industries – Striker Bracelet

Hair: KMH Hair F137 @Salon 52
Outfit: Addams // Pheobe

pose is from Something New– Lazy Afternoon (w/couch/coffee/cookies)

•{ Giddy-up! . . .

“Come on horsie, we got us a town to save!” Scotia proudly proclaimed as she jumped on the back of her rocking horse. A swift kick to get him in motion, and she was off. Her curls bounced freely and her laughter rang throughout the room.

To the average person, this may look like a child riding a wooden rocking horse, but to those with an imaginative eye they’d see little Scotia, riding swiftly through the plains.

Head: *TD* Baby Mesh Head #Bento – ALICE
Body: ~ToddleeDoo – Kid
Skin: BABY Faces. FACE OLIVIA 500
Hair: Analog Dog– Octave –  dark browns
Outfit: Pacagaia Kids – Carrie Jumpsuit -TD-B&BEBE-
Shoes: Pacagaia Kids – Daisy Boots

Pose is Nani Banani – Rocking West (includes horse) @ Vintage Fair (Opens June 12th!)

<:*BoOgErS*:> Toy Chest.
<:*BoOgErS*:> Stuff on Shelves for Walls
Zen Nursery Dresser, Teddy Bear,  Lamp

Vintage Fair 2020

•{ Stealing The Boat . . .

This was monumental. This was the type of thing that would set the course for her entire life! Everything that she had done so far would be nothing compared to this. Visions of glory and fantastic places filled the head of 6-year old Scotia as she carried another armful of purple and pink wisterias to her small boat. She had placed her boat in the furtherest spot she could get to, and where her parents wouldn’t be too suspicious of her playing. It was a lovely day outside, and they let her play as long as she was safe.

Dorado, the golden retriever puppy, yipped and jumped playful in the grass. “Quiet. If you make too much noise they’ll get sus-pes-cious!” Scotia said as she started to drape the flowers along the side of the boat. A grand adventure needed a grand looking boat, and as a bonus this one would smell nice too. She had it all worked out: a quick trip down to meet the faires and then back in time for stories and bedtime. Her mother had told her that they were out there and now she was going to see them for herself!

It took her a few moments to get the flowers arranged the way she wanted, but when she was done, she was satisfied. Planting both feet firmly on the ground she pushed her little boat into the lake. “Dorado come on!” And she scrambled into the boat. A few yips and the pup splashed through the water and hopped in as well. She laughed as he shook off the water and ran around the boat.

“Sit down or we’ll fall,” she laughed, wiping the water off her face. “Silly doggie.”

The boat had no sail, nor did it have any oars, but none of that occurred to the little girl. Perhaps it didn’t as there was a slight breeze and the bouncing of the dog, had caused the boat to begin drifting. Scotia hummed happily to herself as she thought of all the wonderful things that were about to happen.

Little did she know that her parents knew actually what she was doing and were watching her from a hidden vantage point down stream. They had a surprise for her.

Body – ~ToddleeDoo – Kid
Skin: Baby Faces. FACE OLIVIA 500
Flowers: LOVE – Wisteria wall cover –

pose is from Something New~ Spring Butterfly (incl. Boat + dog + butterflies) @ Pose Fair Market


(Read the First Part here….)

Duke Aphrall watched the Lady Helena stand from the Council table and walk out of the room, leaving the Prince’s Council meeting behind. Though her face was the epitome of calm composure, he wondered if she was seething in frustration the same as he. Since she had arrived in their kingdom Prince Very had given her only a day to rest from her travels before he pressed on her the importance of the trade route being reopened between his kingdom of Renly and hers of Moulat.

This news must have come at a surprise to her, for Aphrall had not briefed her on his strategy before she had been called before the Prince. Though if she was, she didn’t miss a beat in her response. Lady Helena and her entourage caused quite the buzz around the palace. Their outfits were vibrant, full of lacework and gauze – items that were hard to come by here, and dress cuts that were considered indecent by this kingdom’s standards. Helena wore her differences like a badge of honor and, Aphrall thought, as a way to stress to the Prince all the things he was not able to have.

The air in the room was suddenly stifling, and the other Council members were at a slight unease as they waited for what would happen next.

“Father,” Duke Aphrall began after the doors had closed behind Lady Helena. “If I may speak freely?”

“It has been a week and you have yet to convince her of trade. Was that not our agreement?” The Prince cut in with words of his own. “I have allowed you to that Moulatian here with the members of her company, have given them suitable rooms right here in the palace, freedom to go along the grounds as they wish, and my generosity is flung in my face with her unwillingness to do one thing in return.”

Aphrall’s chair groaned against the floor as he stood quickly. “First of all, that Moulatian has a name. She is the Lady Helena of Moulat, cousin of the Queen, and heir to the Kingdom. You should —“

“Watch your tone.” The Princes’ sharp words cut off that of his sons and time froze for a few moments. He drummed his fingers on the table, a plan coming to mind. “Lady Helena shall be our guest until such time an agreement is made. That is all.”

Duke Aphrall grit his teeth but said nothing more to his father the Prince. Instead, he left to find his Lady.

Lady Helena was abiding her time in the western gardens of the palace. She liked it there for in it were old ruins – added as decoration surely – but they reminded her of home. Her people believed in the old arts and traditions, and they had a way of talking to the plants and trees. Some called them mystics. This was how the Duke found her, sitting amongst the flowers. Her ladies moved aside as they saw the Duke near.

She looked up as she saw him approach. “I was warned what would happen if I came here, yet I believed otherwise and trusted your words.”

“Helena, listen to me,” Duke Aphrall extended his hand. “Come. Please. Sit with me. I assure you my intentions are as true as before.”

Helena took his hand and rose from the ground, and followed him to the bench nearby. “Darling. Listen. Listen to me.” He began. “All you have to do is sign the papers to re-establish trade.”

“And what if I don’t?” A letter had already been dispatched to her Queen days ago speaking on the situation and asking her opinion. “What if she does not agree?

Duke Aphrall pulled her into his lap and kissed her hand. “Then I do not believe he will let you go.” Sensing her tension he continued. “But don’t worry. I will take care of everything.”

. . . . To be continued. . . .

Wearing :

Toptoksik – Remnant Uniform Top @ Ota-Con Event

Pantstoksik – Remnant Pants @ Ota-Con Event

Ryanna (that’s me)
Outfit: !gO! Telimena – Sunrise
Hat: !dM deviousMind “Elizabeth” **ROSE**

Decor: @ Fantasy Faire
Simply Shelby – Medieval Stone Corner Bench
Simply Shelby – Wildflower mix

Pose is FOXCITY – Close

•{ The Painting . . .

“Call it curiosity. Call it tempting the fates. Really, I just wanted to see one. . . . “

Kulaan (check out his Flickr)
Pants: PFC – Pan Pants
Horns: PUNCH / Devil / Distinct

Accessories: [QE] Woodland Fae Arm Vines.
Dress: !gO! Meera – rosa
Tattoo: Izzie’s – Body & Face Glitter
Wings: Faeline Fairy Wings – Ayano (rose)

Pose and backdrop from Something New~ Angels Rest – March Gift

•{ Curious as a Cat . . .

“Listen with curiosity. Speak with honesty. Act with integrity. The greatest problem with communication is we don’t listen to understand. We listen to reply. When we listen with curiosity, we don’t listen with the intent to reply. We listen for what’s behind the words.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

Head: CATWA Baisers @ Skin Fair 2020
Skin: .Soap Berry. Ryn – Tone 04  @ Skin Fair 2020
Top: Blueberry – Knotted Top
Shorts: *COCO* – Flare Denim Shorts
Hair: Stealthic Haven (Browns)

Pose is :LW: BENTO Poses– Say You’ll Stay @ The Pose Fair

NOTE: Catwa has a new head that is being released at the Skin fair! it is called Baisers! For anyone who is looking for a softer look, this may be the head for you! I have paired it with skin from Soap Berry and her three tones that are being offered. The headshots were taken on Medium settings with CalWL wind light in the Firestorm viewer.

•{ Just a Call . . .

It was a call. One simple call that lasted no more than two minutes, but had changed everything.

She leaned against the wall with her phone in her hand. Every now and then she would turn it up to look at the screen. Maybe she hadn’t heard what she had. Maybe it was all a delusional conversation from an overworked mind.

It wasn’t.

No matter how she tried to deny the reality, some times things were finite. What was she suppose to do now? She had traveled all this way . . .

Outfit: Una.- Meredith @ Anthem 
Hair: Analog Dog – Octave

Pose is Synnergy// Waiting Bento Pose Set @ The Darkness (Exclusive) 
Backdrop is from Synnergy// Elevator Lobby @ The Darkness (Exclusive) 

•{ Rooftop Signs . . .

There was something about rooftops – it was one of the places she always found herself going when she needed to breathe. For up here she could see the city and things seemed ‘quite’ in their own way. When she was high up everything below was smaller, even her problems which were ‘down there’ didn’t seem to matter.

It was a particularly bright day today so she sat back along the bigger vents and rested in their shadows. Traces of the sun’s rays hit her, but that was okay. Everything was perfect up here. On the rooftop.

Outfit: Una. Brina @ equal10
Hair: Exile:: – Drive

lop backdrop – roof
ionic : Rooftop Chimneys & Antennas  (old gacha)

•{ Our lives could change. . .

The clock struck. It was another hour into the night and the sky was growing darker. She stepped out on her balcony and adjusted the fur shawl on her shoulders while looking out to the cityscape around her. It was a warm night for this time of year and it left the sky slightly overcast. It was, in many ways, a lovely night. Too bad she wasn’t able to enjoy it for what it was.

All Pretty like the sun, you burn it up, you burn me up
All ashes I become, I’m all swept up
All spaces in between, you fill me up, you fill me up
And as the night falls low, away we go.

She checked her phone for the third time tonight to see if there was a reply to the message she had sent the other day. Of course there wasn’t. There wouldn’t be. She shouldn’t expect there to be and yet . . she did. He said he would meet her tonight and, despite everything, she choose to believe it. That was a couple days ago. There hasn’t been a word from him since. With a sigh she leaned against the balcony doors.

All pretty like the scars, we both have ours, its who we are
Oh show me everything, where your going, where you been
All time its not too late, I’m standing here, the world can wait
And as the night falls low, away we go . . .

What she didn’t know was that he was there. At the time he had told her he would arrive at her place. But he wasn’t at her place. Not really. He was across the street at the park, leaning half hidden behind a lamppost. From there he could look straight up to her window. He saw her looking for him. Perhaps he was a coward and maybe even a bigger fool for hiding out after he had been the one to set up the meeting.

His phone vibrated in his hand and it was her. Of course it was her. “You gave me everything you had, “ he said to himself as he watched the phone ring. “Gave me your life, I couldn’t give you my heart. You said our lives could change.” It stopped ringing and he slipped the phone in his pocket, turned and walked away. “But our lives can’t change.”

(Inspired by the song, “Pretty like the sun” by Prime Circle)

Dress: Giz Seorn – ‘Elena’ Dress & Stole @ Mainstore 
HairVanity Hair::  Joy @ Anybody

Shot inside FOXCITY. Photo Booth – The Neighborhood
Pose is my own . . .