Aw, Scythe...that was so amazingly sad and hopeful at the same time. I keep thinking "miserere nobis" which means something like "have mercy on me" in Latin. Kinda...fitting.

There aren't really words for this. I've tried, you know, but they sounded stumbling to me. I just wanted to say again. Wow. And thank you.

It's sad and sweet. It's nice to know he was happy for at least a while.

I'm glad I waited to read this. I don't think I could have followed things half so well before, when I didn't know anything of the characters. Now that I do, it's an interesting look into their minds and situations. These were well done.

I've always liked this piece, comming back to it time and time again. . But never reviewing. . Seems to be my hermit way as of late.

What I'd like to say is that this is very well ritten, all of your stuff is, so I guess I'm just around to remind you of your greatness from time to time ^.~

I really love the change of thoughts over your serries. Each story is distinctly different, new in it's own way, although the basic concept has been played out over four thousand years- you make it new, make it feel alive, vibrant again, like polished silver.

Your writing is still fantastic! Nothing so-so about any of it. I miss chatting with you. Maybe we'll talk soon. Meanwhile, keep writing.

So the mother and the child both miss the father equally. I can only imagine what the child thinks, seeing her mother in her father's clothes. She mustn't know that clothes aren't going to fill the ache they're both feeling.

Glad you updated, even if this one is rather melancholy. But aren't they all? *tips head* I might not know who you're referring to, but again, in this case, I don't have to know'em to feel for'em.

*dabs at her eyes with a tissue*

For the longest time I felt that way about my dad. I tried to convince myself that I did not miss him, that he would just be in the next room if I opened the door. Accepting he was gone was more painful than the loss itself.

This one really reached me, dear, and I thank you.

Lute's a difficult charactr to explain. SO many of his thoughts are just. . .Natural, fitting, from his mind. That's something you simply cannot explain. I really do appreciate him, he's a darling boy in my eyes. . .Just wish him happiness, the best.

*Takes a breath* This was powerful. . .Sent a tingle up my spine and back down again. . .Something in Harp's words tells it all so wonderfully and masterfully. . .In such a simple way. . .It's amazing- I envy your skills for making this so. . .She's not just a figure in your mind through writing, she's a living, breathing person who thinks, feels, sees, and breathes. . .That's what makes writing count, that's why writers live- giving life to another, the most powerful of all gifts.

Tambourine...*chuckles* I never knew he was with someone. He seemed so distant when I encountered him.

I like this person, whoever she is. She has spirit. Nice work.

The emotion in this piece leaves me in awe, once again, of a writer better than myself. ^_^

*wanders off to finish own fics*

ff.net killed my review...u.u ::Sigh::

Anyways...such conflicting emotions, no wonder she's angry. She accepts it though...realizes it...doesn't like what it brings her...but accepts it. Bittersweet, in my eyes, that she can accept it but what it brings her is anguish and cold. ...But its love...and it brought her that...and I'm rambling...and I'm stopping...

YLG,
DS

I can only imagine what true flight would feel like. Awesome, if this short tale is any indication. *sighs* I wish I had the time to give it a proper critique, so let it suffice to say that finding an update on this helped make my evening. Nicely done.

^^ After reading it twice- I finally got who he was talking about and it made me a very happy, bouncy Melly.

I absolutely love this though, even without that. The descriptions are just so lovely in this. But yours always are. *is jealous* Nice work chicka