Post by Xyla on Sept 12, 2007 23:16:11 GMT -5
Once upon a time, a baby was born. Dun. Dun. DUMPLINGS. Oh wait it's dun not dum. Nevermind.
Sadly, she was not born during a lunar eclipse, or when both the sun and the moon are up at the sky at once, or when the stars are perfectly aligned in a "line" only the astronomers can see.
The baby was a perfectly normal girl.
Well, she did have pink-purple eyes. Which was rather strange and unique, even by Elrandian standards.
And it was with great hope that the parents of this child went to the local fortune teller....
"What can you tell us of our child?" the curious woman asked.
The legendary fortune teller Mortana peered at the girl. "She has squinty eyes," the seer said unnecessarily.
"I know," the woman said, rather annoyed.
Mortana poked the baby girl's cheeks. "She has squishy ch--er, I meant, she has pink eyes."
"Is that a bad sign?" asked the father curiously.
Mortana yawned. "She will be evil?"
"Really??" the woman asked, with a little too much enthusiasm.
"Nah, I'm just screwing with ya."
The couple glared daggers at the seer.
"All right, all right," the fortune teller said, sighing. "What exactly do you want? Your baby girl wasn't born during some dramatic eclipse, and YOU certainly gave birth to her, so she can't be some mysterious orphan of noble birth you've picked up, either. Face it, you two; SHE'S NOT SPECIAL. Good grief. Just name her Jane or something and get it over with."
"B-but... that can't be right," the mother stuttered. "She has pink eyes."
"Yeah, like the five billion others out there in this crazed whacked world do."
The mother used her puppy dog eyes and grew mushrooms in a corner.
Mortana sighed. "If you want, you can name her middle name Chicken. Janey Chicken? Good name, good name."
"You can't be se--"
"I'm deadly serious here, madam," Mortana said. "I have gazed into my crystal ball, and do you know what I see? I see in your daughter's future a world of complicated law books, hearts of chisels, and, for some strange reason, carrots. And some oldbags, whatever that is. There is nothing significant about your daughter! She'll just be an uninteresting lawyer all her life!"
"Lawyers have interesting lives," the father piped up. "They get drama and whatnot. And finger-pointing."
"Yes, perhaps in a dimension where lawyers bring whips to court," Mortana replied disdainfully.
The couple stalked out of the seer's house, depressed.
But against all advice, they named their child Xyla.
Someone with a name that starts with a X is BOUND to lead an interesting life...
((*gets sued like ten gazillion times*))
Sadly, she was not born during a lunar eclipse, or when both the sun and the moon are up at the sky at once, or when the stars are perfectly aligned in a "line" only the astronomers can see.
The baby was a perfectly normal girl.
Well, she did have pink-purple eyes. Which was rather strange and unique, even by Elrandian standards.
And it was with great hope that the parents of this child went to the local fortune teller....
"What can you tell us of our child?" the curious woman asked.
The legendary fortune teller Mortana peered at the girl. "She has squinty eyes," the seer said unnecessarily.
"I know," the woman said, rather annoyed.
Mortana poked the baby girl's cheeks. "She has squishy ch--er, I meant, she has pink eyes."
"Is that a bad sign?" asked the father curiously.
Mortana yawned. "She will be evil?"
"Really??" the woman asked, with a little too much enthusiasm.
"Nah, I'm just screwing with ya."
The couple glared daggers at the seer.
"All right, all right," the fortune teller said, sighing. "What exactly do you want? Your baby girl wasn't born during some dramatic eclipse, and YOU certainly gave birth to her, so she can't be some mysterious orphan of noble birth you've picked up, either. Face it, you two; SHE'S NOT SPECIAL. Good grief. Just name her Jane or something and get it over with."
"B-but... that can't be right," the mother stuttered. "She has pink eyes."
"Yeah, like the five billion others out there in this crazed whacked world do."
The mother used her puppy dog eyes and grew mushrooms in a corner.
Mortana sighed. "If you want, you can name her middle name Chicken. Janey Chicken? Good name, good name."
"You can't be se--"
"I'm deadly serious here, madam," Mortana said. "I have gazed into my crystal ball, and do you know what I see? I see in your daughter's future a world of complicated law books, hearts of chisels, and, for some strange reason, carrots. And some oldbags, whatever that is. There is nothing significant about your daughter! She'll just be an uninteresting lawyer all her life!"
"Lawyers have interesting lives," the father piped up. "They get drama and whatnot. And finger-pointing."
"Yes, perhaps in a dimension where lawyers bring whips to court," Mortana replied disdainfully.
The couple stalked out of the seer's house, depressed.
But against all advice, they named their child Xyla.
Someone with a name that starts with a X is BOUND to lead an interesting life...
((*gets sued like ten gazillion times*))