You Can Fly, You Can Fly, You Can Fly!

I did it!  I managed to do it again!  Four times, in fact.  I just have to clear my mind and the wings fade into existence.  It's awesome!

But I still don't know what I am.

Eh, it was appropriate.

A Third Faceless Lady and the Secret of Flight

I still have no idea what happened this time.  I was at a friend's apartment just off campus.  It was our annual Valentine's "Make food and watch cult movies" night.  I was walking through the parking lot when I saw her.  She was standing there, wearing a parka and wind pants.  The hood was up so I couldn't see her hair.  And she didn't have a face.

It was another faceless lady, but this one was different from the other two.  For the first time, her attention was focused on me.  I couldn't tell by eye contact or anything like that for obvious reasons, but I could just tell her focus was on me.  It was a little strange, but nothing felt like I was in danger. 

Wrong.

Without warning, she darted behind one of the cars.  I was a bit confused until she leaped out from behind another and straight at me.  Her aura had become visible as a set of glowing purple claws at the end of each gloved finger.  Don't ask me how I managed, but she sailed over my head just as I moved to duck.  She hit the car to my left (and it wasn't pretty).  Suffice it to say that I ran.  I ran at speeds I didn't know were possible to my legs.  I ran around buildings and through parking lots and across streets, the Faceless Lady closely pursuing me every step of the way.  Finally, she had me cornered at a dropoff at the end of a gravel parking lot.  About fifteen feet below was a small creek.  A creek filled with very pointy rocks.  Not pleasant.  Still, the alternative was glowing purple evisceration at the hands of a Faceless Lady.  So I closed my eyes and stepped off the edge...

And I didn't hit the ground.

It took a few seconds before I realized that fact. But I think I noticed when I heard a sigh behind me that Gravity had relinquished its grip.  I looked over my shoulder.  The Faceless Lady was staring(?) at me.  Cue the iconic "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" staredown music.  Then, out of nowhere, she blew away like dust in the wind.  Think "staked Buffy vampire".

So there I was, hanging in midair.  I looked down and caught my reflection in the low creekwater.  Extending from my back was a pair of shining prismatic wings.  They were pretty long and appeared to be made of disconnected tribal tattoo designs.  Really quite breathtaking. 

The point is, though, I was flying!  Really flying!  The feeling was indescribable!  Utter and complete freedom.  I just had to image where I wanted to go and I would fly in that direction.  It was absolutely amazing.  I flew about for the better part of the hour before I remembered I had class the next day.  Quite a Mary Poppins moment: the thought literally dragged me down.  So, I reluctantly flew back toward school and landed a little off campus.  Can't afford to be seen by the normals and all.  I hope I don't see that particular Lady again.

I wonder if I'll be able to fly again.

The Snow Tinks Strike Again

A bit of a short, un-eloquent update this time.  The Snow Tinks struck again.  Sunday night, we got more snow.  It froze the roads and froze again a second time so we got two snow days total.  All the while the Snow Tinks were out in force.  Still nobody noticed them.  Especially during the snowball fight we had last night at midnight.  They were flitting about the warring masses, tossing snow this way and that.  Everyone thought they were losing that fight.  It was fun to watch, but I'm sure anyone watching me thought I was throwing snowballs at empty space. 


But it's strange: why all the Snow Tinks all of a sudden?

Super Bowl Voodoo

I watched the Superbowl with friends tonight.  I don't get or like American football in the least, but I went anyway for the social interaction.  Blah blah blah.  The Saints win.  I almost go deaf from all of the people thinking that if they yell loudly enough that they'll be heard all the way in Florida.  For the fourth year running, I accurately pick the winning team and predict the winning score.  Of course, the game was only half the action taking place on the field.

Someone in New Orleans wanted the Saints to win their first Superbowl.  Anyone with the eyes to see would have seen Papa Legba, one of the best known of the Loa (which are as I have mentioned before the vodou gods), and Ogoun, loa of war, whispering into the coach's ear.  La Sirene, wife of Agwe the loa of the seas, would lay hands on injured Saints players.  Baron Samedi, the mischievous loa of death, and several of his Ghede redirected the ball in midair and knocked it out of players' hands on several occasions, most notably on an "intercepted" pass which led to a Saints touchdown.  Even Erzulie Freda, loa of beauty and romantic love, got involved in helping whip the crowd into a frenzy.

This isn't to say that the Colts didn't have help.  What appeared to be two djinni and an ifrit were present and working in their favor in the first quarter.  Damballa Wedo, the eldest loa (who prefers a snake form), quickly froze the djinni and trapped the ifrit in a violet sphere. 

It got pretty one-sided after that.