These sites you have found will tell you about my characters. My darlings. Here is Wysteria

Wysteria has a dark secret. She is a baby faeling, sister to Sable, an Elf. But there is more to her than that. Simply, there are powers-to-be that will grant her wisdom and the knowledge that she can have her will be done.

Still there is no damage done
Couldn't be -- not this little one?
She's too sweet, to liddle, too precious
to commit something so suspicious.

What's your dark secret lil faeling?
remind me why you're pouting
your perfect liddle nose, self, eyes
you couldn't be the one spreading lies!

Tell me that you can talk right now! I know -
I know you can talk, let the others go
Cute lil faeling, don't harm me
I'll curse you with the powers three.

Just an old woman and such a big plight
for one is the gift of visionary sight
two i grant you discipline during fun
last at your will, things are done.

[(c)2000 K.a.y-T.e.e]

And here is a girlie after mah own heart - Licha

Licha wasn't like the other girls. And no, no not in the casually cool 'I'm hipper than you because I'm Drew Barrymore in -Never Been Kissed-' sort of fashion. She was just a tomboy, a grungy punkish tomboy with a zest for hueing her hair.

'There's 'nother guy, Licha
can you eat it micha?
i wanna sit and thinkah
other things for a min here
why don't you go over there
and talk wit him, if ya dare.'

Twins' daily fight
it sheds no light
on any other's plight
just the black-indigo tomboy
and the girlie who loved boys
together they had all the schemes to employ

so careful at night, careful by day
these two chicas like to play
and they don't listen to what you've got to say
they're in their own world, the bubblegum one
where life hasn't started, hasn't won
their days are always brightened by the sun.

[(c)2000 K.a.y-T.e.e]

And here's the timid, confused Sable

The actions of the last minded

stared down the light
i let the sun die
cursed the preacher's plight
made the priest lie
stinted the dreams at night
made a child cry.

Sold my lot of sanity
i partied at the new rave
conquered my individuality
set the stones for my grave
conformed to reality
nothing left of me to save.

Captured the half moon
declared it cruel
scarred a friend too soon
they didn't know me; the fool
i glower at those who swoon
they were naive and subdued.

I hued the last embers
but i still let 'em dust blue
i seized the last day of december
back at a time when i cared; knew
i maintained the last bender
so he could break me too

when i was through

with you.

[(c) 2000 K.a.y-T.e.e]

And that it another well-spun tale by Sable. There is some substance to it though, but the children would never know that, she was still a child herself! She would never like to them...

At sixteen, her mother died in childbirth, bringing her sweetly bewitching faeling sister, Wysteria, into the world. Sable has grieved for 11 months past that time, until she met her beloved Thorin. He has supported her and loved her so far, and she will more than likely cling to him for that.

She is tall, pretty Elven girl, with olive skin, green eyes and dark long locks. She is contemporary and she is renaissance, for Elves live on and on.