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  <title>Aya Sakuradai</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2004 19:37:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Week 13, Wednesday afternoon, somewhere over the U.S.</title>
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  <description>Aya watches the clouds passing by the 747, her mind filled with a curious mixture of happiness and melancholy -- happiness because she&apos;s going back to California for Thanksgiving, melancholy because she feels like she&apos;s leaving a piece of her heart back in Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder what Mom and Dad will say when I tell them about Aidan?&lt;/i&gt; she thinks. &lt;i&gt;What would they say to having a&lt;/i&gt; gaijin &lt;i&gt;son-in-law?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She startles at that. &lt;i&gt;I&apos;ve only known him since September -- where did&lt;/i&gt; that &lt;i&gt;thought come from?&lt;/i&gt; And yet, she feels as if she&apos;s known him all her life, somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrugging, she pulls a &lt;i&gt;manga&lt;/i&gt; out of her bag and starts reading. The book holds her attention for a while, but eventually she can&apos;t keep her eyes open. She settles down in the seat for a nap; there&apos;s plenty of time, after all -- still almost an hour left before they&apos;re due to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hall is gaily decorated with flowers, their scents mingling into a melange of perfumes in the air. She&apos;s clad in a &lt;a href=&quot;http://shop.innercite.com/giftsdirect/media/30137-japanese-doll-l.jpg&quot;&gt;red silk&lt;/i&gt; kimono&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;ornamented with white cranes, her hair done up under an elaborate headdress and her face painted white, her lower lip a rich red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A raven-haired woman in a gown of royal blue silk, the very color of her eyes, extends a hand to her. &quot;Come, milady. It&apos;s time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She follows the woman&lt;/i&gt; (Don&apos;t I know her from somewhere?) &lt;i&gt;into the hall itself, her feet noiseless on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, at the other end of the hall, she spots &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt;. The warm afternoon light picks up red-gold highlights in his russet hair, glittering on the silver embroidery on his white shirt and black trousers. Keeping her eyes fixed on his face, she makes her way to his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words they exchange are simple, but heartfelt; her heart swelling with joy, she feels the silver torc settle about her throat, its interlocking unicorns and cranes symbolizing their eternal joining....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Your attention, please. We are now making our final approach to San Francisco International Airport. Please fasten your seat belts, and return all seat backs and tray tables to their upright positions...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight attendant&apos;s announcement startles Aya awake; hastily straightening her clothes and patting her hair into place, she pushes the dream to the back of her mind for the time being. Perhaps, after dinner, she&apos;ll think about it again, but for now, there are more pressing matters to tend to.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2004 22:12:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>November 2, 2003 -- Making up is hard to do</title>
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  <description>I went to talk to one of Aidan&apos;s friends about the way he was acting a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spindle explained things to me -- apparently we fae go sort of crazy around Halloween -- er, Samhain. And it&apos;s harder for someone like Aidan, who tries to be pure of heart all year round -- the darker side comes out all at once, and I guess Aidan walking around in leather and growling at everyone is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That conversation had me looking deep inside my heart, wondering if I could still love him, even knowing that he gets that way on Samhain. I thought about it, and then I remembered how Hikaru accepted Nova in &lt;i&gt;Rayearth II&lt;/i&gt;, and how Ceres still loved Mikagi in &lt;i&gt;Ayashi no Ceres&lt;/i&gt;, even after everything he did to her. Could I do any less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday, Aidan came to my room to apologize for the way he acted. I looked into his eyes, and told him I love him, and that whatever happens, I always will. He held me tight, and I felt so &lt;i&gt;safe&lt;/i&gt; in his arms again...it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that things are going to be okay between us now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2004 15:39:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Week 9, leading up to Samhain - Aya</title>
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  <description>During the days leading up to Samhain, Aya seems even quieter than usual. Her class participation drops down to nearly nothing, even in the classes she normally enjoys. At times, her eyes are red-rimmed, as though she&apos;s been crying; any attempts to ascertain why are met with non-commital mutterings or the phrase, &quot;&lt;i&gt;Shikata ga nai&lt;/i&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few drawings she does work on depict utterly dismal scenes that are rendered in dark and dull colors. Her more usual brighter pieces are nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;s also not hanging out with her friends; normally a fixture at the ASL and yearbook meetings, she attends neither that week.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2004 13:43:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OOC: Quiz</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2004 12:30:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wednesday evening, week 4, Aya &amp; Sashi&apos;s room, Whiteoak</title>
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  <description>Aidan&apos;s been sick this week, so I went to the Infirmary to visit him today. I brought the &apos;Get Well&apos; card I made (managed to get all his friends to sign it! :) and a floral arrangement (at least the &lt;i&gt;ikebana&lt;/i&gt; class that Mom made me take turned out to be good for &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice to watch his face light up when he saw me; he&apos;s so sweet. He really liked the card, too -- yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while after that; I told him about Pacific Heights, and he told me about Buffalo. It&apos;s really kind of weird that two people from opposite sides of the country could just click so well, but I like him...a lot. Maybe Yukie was right about eshu being in the right place at the right time? If that&apos;s how I found Aidan, I&apos;m happy to have that Birthright (at least, I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; that&apos;s what it&apos;s called...).</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2004 00:24:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Aya&apos;s schedule (Sophomore year, fall semester) - updated June 10, 2004</title>
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  <description>She is taking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Cantrips&lt;br /&gt;English Lit (Intermediate)&lt;br /&gt;Exotic Cultures&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Physical Education&lt;br /&gt;Concordian History (added 6-10-04)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2004 00:14:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OOC: Aya quizzes</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2004 00:55:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>September 13, 2003 - Evening</title>
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  <description>A boy likes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Aidan, and he&apos;s in my English Lit class. He stopped to talk to me on Wednesday, and then we ate dinner together that evening. Chicken salad never tasted so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s been going to Rowan since last year, so he&apos;s promised to show me around and help me out; he&apos;s so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way I felt when he danced with me at Peri&apos;s party was just incredible...like I was flying! It felt so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just so &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt;!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2004 11:37:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Afternoon, Tuesday, September 9, 2003</title>
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  <description>I want to go &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anyone here, and I miss Hiroko and Mariko and Yukie &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, being alone where everything is strange and no one knows you. Sashi is nice, but she&apos;s busy a lot with classes, and everyone else in the dorm seems to have friends except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it&apos;s starting to rain...perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home so much!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2004 16:03:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wednesday, first week of classes</title>
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  <description>So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to Rowan Academy just fine. My roommate is another eshu named Sashi. She&apos;s from India, and knows a lot about so many interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Cantrips is going to be interesting. The instructor, Lord Julien, is very handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordian History is not exactly my favorite class. Baron Wesley certainly knows a lot about history, but his delivery lacks punch. I had trouble keeping awake, and I usually &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Literature is &lt;i&gt;fantastic&lt;/i&gt;! We&apos;re talking about the Hero&apos;s Journey, and Dame Drusilla really brings the stories to life. I&apos;ve already got part of the short story done...I&apos;m writing about a young samurai and a &lt;i&gt;miko&lt;/i&gt; who need to save their friends from an evil lord. I hope that Dame Drusilla likes it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Education...Sir Gunthar is all right, but quite intimidating. I&apos;d never really seen a troll up close before him, and I&apos;m still getting used to how &lt;i&gt;massive&lt;/i&gt; they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy is going to be interesting. Mr. Larkatos is really making us think about things. And he can be funny, too, when he wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to finish the reading assignment for Concordian History; I&apos;ll write more later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2004 14:42:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>[Private]&lt;br /&gt;[Dated Friday, August 29, 2003] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it. My last weekend at home. On Sunday, I&apos;ll be  on my way to Pennsylvania, and Rowan Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still feels so...strange...to be eshu. I still haven&apos;t quite gotten my head wrapped around it. I never thought that going to the Cherry Blossom Festival would have had the kind of results that it did. I guess I&apos;m lucky that Yukie and the others were there, or I might &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; have figured out what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukie says that Rowan Academy is a good place, and that there will be lots of other people like me there. That may be so, but I wish it weren&apos;t so far away. I&apos;m going to miss everyone here &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much! I know it&apos;s only for a year, but it seems so long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go feeling sorry for myself again. Yukie says that she has a friend on the staff there, so maybe it won&apos;t be so bad. I hope.</description>
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