White, sparkling, and glistening, a tremendous jewel, diamond like and faceted, appears in the Vapeland sky. Each facet seems to hold different scenes: An old man trying to fix a push lawnmower; a little black girl trying to eke out good grain from a pile of dross; a beautiful Latin woman looking extremely angry while driving a tiny sports car down a narrow street. The gem begins to spin and the scenes start to blur. Spinning faster images pop up, like a voyeuristic strobe light, quick and clear. New York city a cabby picking up a fare... from San Franciso a Roman Catholic priest deep in meditation; an Indian fakir; a small dutch boy; a fat English woman and on they spin until totally unrecognizable. They are spinning even faster and the gem takes on a mauveish hue and suddenly shatters. All of the shards dissipate, save one, that tumbles down to the firm turf on the meadow between the Highrise/Penthouse section and Tea Table center of Vapeland. It rolls, awkwardly on it's cut sides, the purplish, reddish, blue Vapeland sky reflecting off it, until it stops, shatters, and YardByrd appears. His Platinum YB medallion is glowing a deep, royal, purple and you hear a deep, smooth, male, Latin, voice translating for him:
"Hail! Lauds, greetings, and salutations Vapeland! Viva Vapeland!" YardByrd leaps into the air and spreads his wings and floating down, like a tuft of cotton fiber, his ever faithful, Realm traveling, perch appears and he settles on it comfortably.
"The demands of the Realms -as this odd jewel has shown- seem to grow greater and of more urgency of late." YardByrd pauses a moment and looking down at his talons, head bowed, you can tell he is fighting back emotion. Then he lifts his head and continues.
"I continue to travel the Realms, my brothers and sisters, seeking to represent you all in an honorable and diplomatic way. My lengthy absences of late have been prounounced and necessary. Regardless...I am here with you all now!" YardByrd pause to breathe in deeply and exhale a sigh of greatfull relief.
"I have come to place our entry in the current e-liquid naming contest.
1.) Geluscious Lavendar
2.) Purple Ice
Thanks to our kind benefactors for yet another generous contest! I have missed this kind Realm greatly. Thank you all, for all that you do, to preserve and retain, support and uphold, strengthen and enliven, this fairy Realm of beauty and kindness. My best and most positive thoughts are always here...with you all. CAW!"
YardByrd starts winging away and his perch just vanishes. He is flying, leisurely, and calm to the right of your field of vision when he dips his beak beneath a wing and drops a scroll. It floats down, much in the light and airy way YardByrd himself did, until it touches ground just as YardByrd goes out of sight.
A Song of Love
"Say, whence the voice that, when anger is burning,
Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease?
That stirs the vexed soul with an aching – a yearning
For the brotherly hand-grip of peace?
Whence the music that fills all our being – that thrills
Around us, beneath, and above?
‘Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes -
But the name of the secret is Love!
For I think it is Love,
For I feel it is Love,
For I’m sure it is nothing but Love!"
"A Song of Love" Verse 2 -Lewis Carroll, Oct. 1886