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6 BHK apartments in Urban Skyline Phase 2 - A picture-perfect life that you wish for
Urban Space Creators' iconic project Urban Skyline Phase 2 in Ravet offers a magnificent life to homebuyers who are looking for homes in Pune. The project has spacious 2 BHK, 3 BHK, 4 BHK, 5 BHK, 6 BHK apartments. To date, the project has 40 floors and is one of the tallest residential towers in Pune. Urban Skyline Phase 2 provides more than 70 plus luxury amenities. It is close to Mumbai- Pune expressway, which is 3 mins drive away. If you are looking for spacious homes in Pune, check out 6 BHK apartments in Urban Skyline Phase 2. These spacious apartments come with thoughtful amenities and design apt for modern living.
Thoughtful amenities in Urban Skyline Phase 2
Rooftop amenities
Infinity Pool
Moon deck
Landscape garden
Glass-covered skywalk
Gazebo
Community kitchen
Party area
Barbeque station
Shower area with changing room
Podium amenities
Ganesh temple
Kids play area
School bus pick-up point
Open-air gym
Sandpit area
Flower garden
Herbs garden
Pet grooming area
Senior citizen park
Sports area
Smart amenities inside Home
False ceiling in entire flat
Wooden flooring in the master bedroom
AC points in the living and master bedroom
Air purifier
Water purifier
Alexa-enabled Home
Home automation
manual for each Home
Solar water heater heating system
Amenities in common areas
Handwash area in the lobby & every floor
Motion sensor lighting for lobby and garage
Disinfectant UV Light
Explore 6 BHK flats in Urban Skyline Phase 2. Each apartment is equipped with amenities pt for luxury living. Urban Skyline Phase 2 amenities are thoughtful and luxurious that can make residents feel at Home. Its pet friendly-amenities, like the grooming section and spa, are a big perk for pet owners who can pamper their pets in a pet-friendly environment. Exceptional co-working spaces give the residents the privilege to work from their zone. Smart home features like smart locks, home automation, and security setups provide the benefit of luxury living in a prime location in Pune. Open space, open-air gyms, and jogging tracks & trails help health enthusiasts follow their daily workout without going out of the premise. Comprehensive fitness amenities and gyms are the added features that residents will love to have. Infinity pool at 450 feet in height gives the perfect opportunity for residents to relax and unwind peacefully in the comfort of their Homes. Sporting facilities offer kids and adults to hone their hobbies and skills in a secure environment. If you are considering buying luxury apartments in Ravet, explore Urban Skyline Phase 2. The property is just 3 minutes away from the Mumbai-Pune expressway. Also, it is connected to daily essentials like schools, hospitals, malls, and marts.
Urban Skyline Phase 2 is well-connected to Pune city, Hinjewadi IT park, Talegaon MIDC and Chakan. Talegaon MIDC and Chakan MIDC are industrial areas that attract working professionals from all over the country. Urban Skyline would be the best option for home buyers looking for homes near their workplace as it is close to both Chakan and Talegaon. The property is also connected to Hinjewadi IT park, a central IT hub of Pune city.
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Ravet has a cosmopolitan base dotted with good malls, restaurants, eateries, and shopping arcades. Public transport and bus services make the commute easier for the residents. Wakad road, Spine road, and Kalewadi Main road connect Ravet seamlessly to other parts of the city.
Extensive bus services and the railway station Chinchwad connect the locality to every nook and corner of Pune city. Employment hubs like Rajiv Gandhi InfoTech Park have located 11 km from the Ravet. DLF Akruti is 13 km from Ravet, whereas the International tech park is 11 km from Ravet. In Ravet, you will find some good schools and good health infrastructure, including Ratna Memorial Hospital, Aditya Birla Memorial hospital, Seth Ramdas Shah memorial hospital & Research Center.
What benefits would you get if you invest in Ravet?
The price trend is Ravet is good, and it is rising day by day. Appreciation of the properties is good as the locality is connected to every part of the city. Every nook and corner of the city can be explored with ease via roads and good public transport. Moreover, this area's price appreciation is good as it is close to the IT/ITES hub and industrial zone. So, if you are thinking of investing in suburban areas of Pune, think of investing in Ravet. The place is promising and witnessing tremendous growth.
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indchu™ headcanons
small tiny set of indchu mostly soft headcanons. these are Rough as hell because there's no planning also it's very late but take them
also @friendly-neighbourhood-desi deserves credit for for many of these!! thank you for coming up with so many of these headcanons and for brainstorming with me to add on to my stuff!! ❤️❤️
no pda. pda is indecent and overly shameless behaviour. whenever they see a couple pda-ing they're like "children these days!! no shame at ALL! no decency or modesty! absolutely no boundaries in existence! the Youth are sliding towards DEGENERACY™™™™™"
they have a lot of plushies on their shared bed. mostly yao's contribution. these plushies are mostly cute cartoon characters plus the customised printed plushies you can get for your pets.
these plushies are squashed a bit flat though because they're always cuddling them. or they're making themselves more comfortable with the plushies when cuddling each other because Bones and Joints and Ankles are not in fact comfortable and need to be covered with plushies for the optimal cuddling with partner experience
Mutual Hair Care...!!!! they'd take care of each other's hair a lot. especially say during a lazy morning or afternoon when they aren't busy working. stuff like oiling and de-tangling it and "yao what the fuck how did your silky straight ass hair end up in this bird's nest what did you do to it"
aditya would do also do things like braid yao's hair and twist it into updos with pretty hairclips and hairpins!! or adding flowers to yao's ponytail and the laughing because yao looks Adorable and Stupid and aditya's so fucking down bad. yao rolls his eyes at this but finds it cute and sometimes laughs along
yao is so mad over the fact that aditya rarely grows his hair long now because there is suddenly 60% less fun in doing stuff to aditya's hair because no long hairdos. when aditya has periods where he grows his hair long, yao always gets Feral and spends so long styling it
indchu have pretty different hair types. yao's hair is silky + thin while aditya's hair is thicc and wavy. unfortunately this means a lot of questionable things happening in the process of learning how to take care of each other's hair.
for example, yao's got to learn that you cannot in fact run a wooden comb through aditya's hair and expect good results. "AND NO YANKING,,,WTF YAO-" aditya avenges his scalp and his hair through drenching yao's hair completely in coconut oil to acheive the drowned rat ✨❤️aesthetic❤️✨ for yao. it takes A While for yao to stop sporting ratcore in looks, if not in spirit.
#yes i should be asleep#do not check my timezone#muse just Struck and i needed to get this out ok#otherwise i would simply have left it untouched for months because of school#hetalia#hws china#hws india#aph china#aph india#indchu
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AUGUST: FIRST WEEK
Hello people! The week we all were eagerly waiting for has come! My goals this time was to achieve all the targets for a particular day within the time limit, without wasting time on unnecessary changes. Of course we did make many on the spot improvisations, but we did not exceed our time limits.
SEQUENCE
Sequence trailer 1
Didi and kids in the dorm room (grade1)
Autistic asks didi to tell daanav's story
Didi starts narrating (chiaroscuro lighting)
Animation with voiceover
End at the dorm room again.
Shhhh! So jaao warna daanav aajaaega!
(Many more shots to be added from trailer 2 to trailer 1)
Sequence trailer 2
Start from dorm room (where trailer 1 ended)
Kids ( Yash and darsh) scaring Adi (Aditya - youngest kid)
Didi opens the door again and says - shhhh sojaao warna daanav aajaega!
Cut to shots of kids playing outside - slingshot, tyre, Santolina, stepoo, red slide, etc. Shots of darsh sketching.
Didi serving food to kids
Shot of darsh sketching fanatically in a room alone - tilting- not showing what he sketched actually.
Cut to a shot of autistic kid drawing in the sand with a stick. The eldest kid comes and wipes away everything with his foot. A reaction shot of autistic kid.
Cut to the 2nd night....darsh and Yash forcing Adi to go out with them at night. To prove to him that there is no such thing as Daanav.
Cctv camera shot
Construction area group shots or follow or track shots.
Cut to Adi in the construction area alone. POV shot of the murderer.
Cut to other kids and didi. Jar with eyes, rolling and coming in.
Cut to Adi's corpses shot - burnt eyes.
Black screen... Shhhh! So jaao warna daanav aajaaega!
DAY ONE AND TWO (SET UP)
DAY 1- CORRIDOR
We set up the entire corridor with iron rods,paint buckets, wooden blocks and other scraps from the rooms nearby.After the setup I realized that a shot taken in dutch angle would look amazing with the set up. Just when I suggested this idea, Purvi (editor) suggested that along with dutch angle we could also use vertigo. We immediately agreed on and finalized this idea. We looked up some videos on how could we achieve this effect, we found two methods. One via camera and other via editing. Kushagra (cinematographer) said he would be able to shoot after practicing at home at little.If successful, this shot will be the highlight; it will also create uneasiness amongst our audience which is keen for any psychological thriller. We also took shots of some spider webs and construction materials. One very important thing that I learnt from my AS shoot is to always have extra backup shots that could e used as fillers. These shots could also be used for poster and website.
DAY 2- DORM ROOM
We removed the tables and chairs from the class room; arranged two mattresses, bed sheets and blankets. We also found a small carpet, the color of the carpet is blue, grey and red (fitting perfectly with our color scheme) so we added that too to our setting. One issue that we are facing is that are soft boards are filled with charts and weird boarders. We do not like them at all, but we cannot remove them too.
DAY THREE AND FOUR (SHOOTING!)
Originally we planned the shoot for three days, one extra day in case we miss something out or require extra shots or it rains and we have to stop shooting. But, fortunately none of that happened and we efficiently completed our shoot in 2 days.
DAY 1 OF SHOOTING (INDOOR SHOTS)
We scheduled to finish all the indoor shoots on day one of our shoot. Everything went according to the plan. We took many shots of same scene from various angles just to be sure we had enough data on edit table. For example- we shot Hridaya saying “Ma, voh danav waali kahani sunao na” from two different angles.
We also improvised many shots like- then shot where Seema didi (charvi) starts the story; the top shot of all 3 children while they are having a conversation. The shot of charvi going out of the room and the children are sleeping. This shot took a lot of retries as something or the other kept coming in the frame (folded carpet, gelatin paper, reflector etc. We also took a shot where all 3 children playfully fighting after they have been served food was spontaneous as well. This will help us establish their relation. Our character Bhuvan having a toy all the time with him was decided on the set. To show that Bhuvan is obsessive and keeps to himself, we added this prop.
Another shot that was thought of during the shoot is - Bhuvan sitting in the staircase area. This was taken as an extra shot.
Another creative shot that we thought of on the spot was Bhuvan's drawing shot. Our cinematographer had got a trolley made. We used it for this shot. The camera was placed on top of the trolley and the trolley was made to move forward on an uneven surface. The effect that we achieved through it is really disturbing.
We took a few shots in our school’s firehose, as it is a claustrophobic place, which is a prominent element of psychological thrillers.
We also tried Aditya’s missing eyes makeup but it didnot work because a. we did not have scar wax and the homemade one kept falling off, b. we did not have fake blood.
DAY TWO OF SHOOTING (OUTDOOR SHOTS)
I did the missing eyes makeup again, but this time with cotton, fevicol and tissue paper. It was much better and quicker than the previous trail. Also, we didn’t have fake blood this time too BUT we had alta!
For the eyeball jar, I first added water in the jar and added yellow, red and green paint. Then after mixing it properly I added the eyeballs. We were not able to take this in one shot because to the lighting. Here, the other set of eyeballs that I made came in handy as the previous batch was destroyed.
One shot that we improvised while shooting was the shot where Yash can be seen sitting alone on top of a narrow staircase. This was to aid focus on claustrophobia.
For our poster and website, we took photographs of all 5 of our characters in blue chiaroscuro lighting.
The reason the shoot was successfully finished as planned was that our cinematographer was able to take shots perfectly on the first go. Our actors gave us one take shots. my vision was very clear in terms of what I was looking for in a particular shot or sequence. All of these elements enabled us to have most of our shots in one take.
This is it for the week! Thank you!!
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Bracelets of Infamy 2
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A day before, Adhiraj Bhandari is admitted,
The day of lightning,
Adhiraj is in his house working on his project and sees father drinking, and they had lost their mother in a car accident which made his father sad and unhappy. Aditya then becomes the victim of his father’s beating, and says, “It was your reckless driving due to which mom is not there, DAD!!!”
He gets slapped and gets a call from his Project head and due to his low performance at work, get fired on the same day. He then leaves for a walk and arrives on the ground.
He says, “Mom, I miss you!!!”
One of the lightning strikes the ground and Adhiraj is shocked and attempts to run off but get struck and goes through the nearest wall and then through a car as well. He is unconscious, and sees many people hit by the lightning.
Now, at the hospital, he suddenly wakes up.
Adhiraj says, “What was that???”
The assistant doctor comes and says, “I am Neha, Neha Mehta, I am a doctor here, let me check you once…”
She checks his body for any injuries.
Adhiraj says, “Doesn’t lightning kill people???”
She says, “In many cases it does. We had people who died as well who were admitted with you…”
He says, “How many were admitted???”
She says, “100 and above!!!”
Adhiraj is shocked and as he attempts to leave, he is handed the bill for VIP Service which his father stated and says, “Let me guess, he didn’t pay right???”
She says no and Adhiraj says, “Sure….”
Adhiraj arrives home and sees many people gathered at his place and sees his picture in garlands and people in tears and his father crying and a cop arrives there for his statement and he comes ahead and says, “What is happening??”
The father is shocked and says, ��You are alive!!!”
He says, “Yes I am!!! I just paid a huge bill for my treatment!!”
The cop says, “Your father told us you died the next day, we had come to issue the death certificate and so he could use it ahead…”
He says, “For this house and property which would be on his name!!!”
The cop, Satya experiences something and takes a step behind and Adhiraj says, “You need some water…”
Satya sits down and is seen drinking some water and he sees visions of the Bracelets and says, “WHAT!!!”
Adhiraj says, “You should head home, you don’t seem well…”
Satya then tears the Death certificate application and says, “You are a weird father!!!”
Adhiraj laughs and the father feels sad and leaves…
ISRO, Delhi,
Dev is seen the lightning that struck all over India and sees the patterns and attempts to find the Asteroid.
Dev then comes to the men’s room and sees himself in the mirror and touches the tap and his hand turns to steel like he has absorbed the energy and is shocked and says, “WHAT THE HELL!!!”
After a while, it wears off and leaves the building and touches a wooden box in the parking and his hand again turns to wood and punches the box as it breaks. Shocked again, he leaves the ISRO building.
Adhiraj is at his house, alone, and looks around and says, “No money, thanks to Dad!!! What to do now???”
He gets a glimpse where his mother says, “Sometimes try meditating as well, calms your mind….”
He then sits in his room and starts meditating and starts chanting OM which goes on a long time and generates energy around him and he sees something blurry in vision and opens his eyes. He feels the energy and sleeps.
Next day, he arrives at the same ground and sees places where the lightning was struck and says, “There has to be some reason this had happened…”
His friend, Dhiraj arrives there and says, “Let’s jog!!!”
Adhiraj begins to run and is seen jogging all around the ground with the energy gathered in him and creates heat around him and makes the ground humid around, Dhiraj stops and feels the humid which was supposed to be cold and chilly. Adhiraj is all sweaty and comes to him and says, “You okay???”
Dhiraj says, “Did you see your speed???”
Adhiraj says, “I was at a normal pace…”
Dhiraj says, “Dude, it was fast, look at me, I never sweat so much, look at you, all heated from outside. It felt heated whenever you crossed me!!”
Adhiraj says, “Heat??”
In Mumbai Hospital,
Meera wakes up!!!
The asteroid is seen in the Rajasthan Desert and it cracks….
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The Mushroom Shepherd
Genre: gay fairytales, action fantasy
Words: 8k
Summary: A fungus fairy is born and cast out by her people, she befriends the fairy sent to watch her but something begins to stir close to home
Spores, the fungus fairy, decides to prove herself against a dark enemy to earn her place back in The Canopy and maybe grow closer to her watcher
warning: for violence and fighting
Birth
She knew what she was.
She knew what she was when she unfurled her wings from her back and flapped the wetness off the tips. She knew when took a deep breath into her spongy newly formed lungs, a gasp of air like a kick to the stomach. The first breath.
She knew when the spores settled in her hair and her spotted skin shone in the weak daylight.
The spores hung in her feathery feelers and the whispering began immediately. The whispering as loud to her ears as thunder strikes, there was no thick cocoon to mellow out the sound now.
She turned her head slowly, slicking back her bangs and trying take in the many pods around her with little dazed heads emerging from within. And the figures watching at the edges.
“What is that?”
“She shouldn’t…”
“Was there a mistake?”
The whispers felt like a hot breath on her neck and she had a sudden rush of emotion, creeping prickle in her neck, she opened her mouth to speak.
Her vocal cords were not quite clear yet, she coughs, they kept talking.
She notices the golden tone of the fairies next to her, breaking out of sunshine yellow pods and the light of the sky glinting in their wings. Down below were little twinkling wings bursting from their blue cocoons with dew and honey in their eyes.
She looks down at herself. Her body was spotted red against a dull gray. She holds her breath again, trying to hold herself erect as the others around her one by one are offered soft spiderweb blankets to dry themselves with.
“Water!” A call resounds around the nursery, the spotted fairy can only stand there with wet wings and shivering thoughts.
She waits, the whispers subside and the eyes avert themselves, perhaps trying to find anything else to look at. The others disappear from around her one by one.
They take their first little faltering flaps on drying wings, lifting into the air with the gentle breeze and helped by the arms of their compatriots.
She watches carefully, a frown setting deep on her face and a little wonder in her mind if maybe the lights would turn off, and it would be like she had never emerged at all.
Finally, a green fairy with fuzzy moth wings and curling grass hair gestures to her, her hand waving in the air stiffly and never looking directly at her.
The spotted fairy has no choice but to flap her layered wings and take off from her sturdy leaf, leaving her red and gray cocoon behind like a curse.
The green fairy doesn’t let her approach too closely and the spotted fairy wobbles and falters her way forward, she sees a long string of lights and newly born figures like her. They wait outside what appeared to be a very long hall and some sort of twisting tree, she felt her heart stop.
Something leapt out of her chest, the spotted fairy felt a surge of warmth and light, belonging. She felt in an instant this, this was her queen.
She felt a gush of affection and delight, nothing else mattered, she ignores the others and gets in line. The warmth in her chest had to mean something.
They were beckoned forward one by one, she crept up through the line, pushed to the back and waiting as the sun slowly set on the leaves. All she could do is listen to the drops of distant dew and the rustling of the forest beyond.
Her breath stuttered in her chest as a few lingering whispers followed her, she barely processed them as she walked forward.
She could feel her heart slowly fill as she grew closer and closer to her queen, a steady voice in her head said it be alright after that. It had to be.
She sees the long grassy yellow carpet and a shining bow of golden tree branches leading forward, she leaps to follow the path, a hand clothed in orange and angry barbs shoots out, someone catches her by the shoulder.
“Not yet,” The red fairy’s voice grunts, she glances at her, her glowing eyes flick over her, “Not you.”
Her mouth hangs open and clutches her hand to her chest, but she waits.
“You shall be called,” the queen’s voice carries all across the room and she tears her eyes back to the front of the room. A sun fairy was waiting with sparks coming off of her like shooting stars, “Aditya.” The queen declares, “Of the dawn.”
The fairy, now Aditya, bounced on her heels and thanked her profusely, red spotted fairy grinned from ear to ear. She was whole now, named.
The other newborn fairy is rushed out the throne room, ready for her home at the top of the skyline, the spotted fairy bites her own lip.
The guard next to her frowned, looking her up and down then back to the queen.
“Send in the last nursling.” The queen beckons, the spotted fairy froze, her grin widening- that was her.
There was still whispering, the red guard was narrowing her eyes and hesitating.
“That’s me!” She declares and runs forward to present herself.
Her queen was a glistening creature almost made of light and fluorescents, a crown of twigs and feathers floated around her brow. Her height was daunting even in her wooden throne and her face was a placid pool of cool water, her skin a shimmering mixture of dappled sun.
The spotted fairy lands and step forward earnestly, she would be whole next.
But something happens in her queen’s face, it darkens, it folds, it turns into a grimace. A twitch in her lip, a wrinkle of her nose. The spotted fairy’s heart sinks into her feet.
“What is this?” Her queen says coolly with a malice of arrows on her tongue. The spotted fairy’s heart twists painfully in her chest. A blue sparrow fairy raises herself up and whispers into her ear, the queen narrows her eyes further, “She just came out?”
The blue fairy nods and look back and forth between, “Please!” The spotted fairy calls out hoarsely, her throat finally clear, “My queen, I don’t know what they’re saying, I’m, I’m.” I am yours.
The queen’s eyes were slits at her throat, “You mean to tell me you are not a fungus fairy?”
Her shoulders raise up like a metal box to protect herself, her mouth falls open helplessly. She knew what she was born as.
The spotted fairy lowers her chin, the queen raises her hand, “Speak up now.”
She looks down at the red circles and touches the spores in her hair, her wings divided by soft gilled paper. The undersides of mushrooms.
She swallows her heart, “I am, I could be...many things.” She clutches her hands, “I am loyal.”
The queens lip curls, “So you admit it?” She took a sharp breath, “And we were so careful.”
“I am yours!” She reaches around uselessly, “I am of The Havens.” She knew that, she knew that deep in her core, desperately, reaching for something in the queen’s eyes.
The queen sits back and gives her nothing but a discerning, disinterred glare, cold as it was rough. “I have no interest in fungi in my kingdom.” She tilts her head, “It only brings death. Despair.” Her lip curls, “a bottom feeder.”
She flinches at every word, the blue fairy once more descends and whispers in her queen’s ear. The queen does not look happy.
“But that would be cruel…” The queen murmurs, but the blue fairy speaks again. A long deliberation of sharp looks and unsaid words ensues.
She stands perfectly still. This was her queen. She drops her hands, it was over.
Their is almost a long moment, something pregnant and heavy before the queen turns to her.
She looks up hopefully, the queens lifts her hand, “You shall be Spores.” Her mouth hung open, “Fairy of the base.”
Everything around her stalls, Spores, that was...She was Spores. Her whole body sinks and her queen waves her hand.
“You will not come in my presence again.”
They turn her around and lead her down down down to the base of the tree, she can barely feel the moonlight on her cheek. She is out of her cocoon.
She curls up and cries for the first night, she wished she hadn’t emerged.
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Life
Fungus fairies were considered bad luck. Cursed. Bringers of death as their powers crunched up the world and ate up the decay of everything. They were bad omens.
Spores learned that as she grew up, she learned it slowly in starts and fits as she tried to figure out what she was, why she was. She was still answering the last question.
The other fairies did not address her, in fact, they rarely ever come close enough. She lived on the forest floor and they lived in the canopy.
She was the fungus fairy and they said she would bring rot to the wood, so she lived underneath, making small beds for shelter and walls to keep out the storms.
Her queen believed in efficiency though, if they were to live with her, she would work.
Spores was alright with that, she didn’t want to be the beggar at the edge of their whole world.
She remembered the day she arrived. A moth fairy with soft brown speckled wings and little feather antennas that arched past her shoulders. She had sharp features and long face, cheekbones that were somewhere between scooped out glaciers and rising peak.
She wore a fine leather skirt and heavy shoulder pads that made her appear bigger than she already was, and the she tall enough as it was.
Spores felt a little antsy around her, the same kind of strange pressure. She wore a thin grass tiara around her brow.
Spores stumbled back quickly when she descended, a moth fairy with touches of sun below her eyes and nothing about that sounded good from Spores experience.
But the fairy watched her carefully, readily, she didn’t look ready to strike or gawk at her. Spores peered over her boulder anxiously. She still didn’t like this.
“Come out,” the moth fairy said in a bored tone, “It’s important.”
Spores grit her teeth, they left her alone for weeks here, she could only assume the worst. The other fairy gestured at her weakly again anyway, “I swear, I’m not happy about this either. We can get it over with.”
Spores didn’t like her tone either, she shook her head. She opens her mouth ever so slightly, “The queen said I am to be left alone.” She responds weakly and crouches further behind her boulder. She didn’t need anymore fairy’s coming down from above to stare at her. Enough was enough.
The other fairy rolled her eyes, “I was sent by the queen.” She put her hand out, “I am Lymantria.” She flicked her gigantic speckled beige wings. “Fairy of the blood crown.”
Spores stands up slowly and watches her with a wary eye, “The blood crown?”
She sighed deeply, “I forget you don’t get to come up to the Haven.” Lymantria approaches with a straight back, “Crown? You know. Born, connected to the Queen’s blood.”
Spores blinks a couple times and then stumbles backward, “A princess.”
She folds her arms across her chest, “If that’s what you want to call it.”
Spores opened and closed her mouth, she holds her hands to chest and looks up, “I am allowed down here.”
“I know,” She didn’t look amused anymore, “And you take up our sun drink. Here.” She lifts up a little brown bag and Spores cocks her head to the side. “I have this for you.”
She tosses the bag at Spores feet and they have a long stare off before Spores finally kneels down stiffly to open it up.
“I...seeds?” She stares at a handful of little webbed egg looking lumps.
She lifts her chin to study her, “Spores,” Lymantria puts her hands on her hips, “Wandering mushrooms and fungi.” She sniffs, “Delicacies. You should be honored to grow them.”
Spores looked down at them, “How…?”
She shrugs, unfurling her great wings, “You’ll know. Ground. Water. Watching them before they do anything.”
Spores wrinkles her nose, “Do anything?”
She starts to flap, looking back at the canopy above, “They wander.”
Spores can only look back down at them dumbly and try to dig down deep inside herself to see if she somehow knew how to grow mushrooms. She blinks, this isn’t what she hoped for. She squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath and watches Lymantria leave.
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There were three different fungi: one with wide red hats, a paler white hat, and a kind of iridescent moss she had yet to understand. Spores watched them carefully.
She slowly grows the the little plants, figuring out how to nourish the roots and give them enough sunlight, nutrients. She watches their little heads pop up above the dirt and slowly felt out how to push bits of time magic from her fingertips into their soft skin. They grew quickly after that.
They were also playful, careless, going where they please. And they didn’t stare.
She fashioned her own little brown cape out of foliage and honey when her clothes became threadbare, she fixed a little red hat on her head when the weather became colder. She watched her brood grow.
They didn’t walk at all at first, they never walked when she was watching in general. But that was when she was watching.
She slept in bouts and increments to make sure they didn’t exit The Haven boundaries, she built traps and walls to keep them from getting too far. She built a staff out of oak wood and shepherded her troop.
It wasn’t bad, they were good listeners and she gave them names and talked to them frequently. At first, she would get distant visitors who would watch her shephard the mushrooms and point when she poured a little of her brown sparkling magic to get their roots to steer a different direction. They giggled and pointed at her ragged cape.
However, the canopy fairies eventually grew bored of the spectacle of her, ‘The Decay Fairy,’ they moved on.
They stopped bothering, and she grew used to it. The only fairy that didn’t stop bothering her was her watcher, Lymantria, apparently assigned to her from her mother and made to deliver supplies.
It wasn’t pleasant at first. But then she kept coming.
“And I just can’t believe it,” Lymantria said as she pulled at her feathery antenna. “She led a practice match and didn’t even spar with the winner! What kind of engagement with her people does that show?”
“Uh-huh,” Spores kept her eyes trained on her mushrooms, lying down on her stomach as Lymantria talked.
“And mother still won’t listen to reason. That everyone should be able to join the bouts for a chance,” she scoffs, “or at least join a part of the procession.”
Spores glanced at her, “You’ll live in the heart of the sun tree one day either way.” She says slowly, pointing her staff high in the air at the oak.
Lymantria shook her head, “And if I don’t? We’ll all fall apart if Appalla is allowed to get the throne. She won’t even prepare for a potential breach!”
Spores blinked and rolled onto her back, “There hasn’t been a breach in decades.”
Lymantria folded her arms across her chest stubbornly, “That means we’re due for one.”
Spores chuckles, “That sounds like you.”
Lymantria gives a brief smile, “Well, things like that certainly got me in trouble. That’s how I got,” Lymantria paused, glancing at Spores, “Uh, things.”
Spores snorts and stretches her arms, “That’s how it got stuck looking after me.”
Lymantria frowns and looks away, “They just don’t know.”
Spores raised an eyebrow and smacked one of her growing mushrooms to stay in place, “I appreciate you always bringing me things Lya. Some other fairies might have stopped.”
She threw her hands in the air, “They just don’t know!”
Spores look away, rubbing her nose roughly, “it’s...bad luck.” The words tasted bitter in her mouth.
“Oh please,” Lymantria blew a piece of hair out of her face, “I know you hate it way more than I do.”
She looked away with a short shrug, “I like looking after my mushrooms. I’m used to it.”
Lymantria shook her head and looked up, “None of it is fair. Mother won’t listen.”
Spores reaches toward her, “Just...look out for everyone up there. They wouldn’t want me around anyway.” She gave a watery smile, Lymantria looked back at her fiercely.
“The times are changing.” Spores raised an eyebrow, “Old Grandmother Waters said there is salt on the southern wind.” Lymantria unfurled her large wings to position herself up.
Spores eyes her, “Is that bad?”
Lya glanced back at her, features pinched, “Things will be different.” She focuses her eyes, “We need to listen.”
Spores didn’t know what to make of that, but Lymantria’s time was up. She had duties of guard and nobility and Spores needed to watch her plants. It’s what she was named for. Among other things.
Her chest still squeezes when she looks up and watches Lya disappear.
She didn’t have much hope in the southern wind.
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The southern wind had salt in it.
Even Spores saw their bowed heads and whispered concerns from down below, other Sight Fairies were tasting it now. Bitter, dangerous.
A tremble in the leaves, a distant shadow overhead.
Things could only go well for so long, that’s what Lya always said, that if you don’t prepare for trouble it is sure to find you anyway.
Another troop of red mushrooms was born under Spores care, she gathered decayed leaves for them and told them stories of a squirrel that conquered a great acorn.
She shepherded her largest white mushroom away from the edge and followed her favorite one, Honey Break, over to a fresh pool of water that Lya left for her.
She was seeing less of Lya for that moment.
There was salt in the southern wind.
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They came in a shadow with maws as large as stars that swallow worlds (as the night fairie’s described), they came with no hunger, but something vengeful. Sharp as the winter chill.
At one point they were said to be fairie’s, good kind creatures of the mammals. They lived on the ground (as fungus fairie’s did Spores noted) and harmonized with the creatures there.
Fairies, like them. But, fairies with charges and steeds and something new lighted in their hearts, an understanding of control. They wanted not just communion with the mammals but use of them, to bend their will to their own purposes.
The pure heart of creation, the heart of all trees struck out, it’s children were not meant to twist the reins of power. And they changed.
Their wings turned to bone and blood and their mouth curved into a hardened beaks. The yellow light streaked across their backs like stains and their eyes grew hard and cruel. They took the shape of those that were bound to them, the owls of the fae.
But they were no longer fae, but not mammal either, their minds were left intact, their powers were left to claws and talons and only bitterness replaced their light touch. They were said to want to swallow the light of the trees whole and all it’s children. The queen of the fairies led a charge against them. Sil the Wise forced them out of the woods and into the distant lands.
But hunger is hard to staunch for so long, hard to keep out forever. The ravagers visited the fae’s sanctuary's one by one, or at least, that was the bedtime stories they told the newborns to scare them into sleep.
But revenge comes in blood and tombs.
The Queendom quivered. There was no escaping when the large shade played across the leaves and stained the ground. Their first blitz reached out and plucked a robin fairy, a dawn fairy, and a red fire fairy right out of the tree tops.
Claws like outstretched blades of moonlight that tore through flesh with unrelenting ease.
They gobbled up the three fairies and the whole Haven shook in terror, and so they came.
Spores heard the screams and the cries and hid under her expansive mushroom, holding her staff close and screwing her eyes shut. Her mushrooms did not move at all as she huddled under them and she murmured to herself.
“I am death, I am death, I am death.” She almost prayed, begging for once to be the decay they always told her she was. The owls didn’t touch her.
She heard the screech between the unnerving calm air and she could sense her fungi leaning toward her, huddling. It felt like it lasted forever.
But it was only ten minutes, nightmares are sometimes lightning quick. It was fast and dirty and all Spores can do is look up helplessly at the clear sky above where clusters of fairies had once been.
She smelled a salt and sweet metallic taste in the air that made her stomach churn, a nasty queasiness as the fairie’s above hugged each other close.
They had come.
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“It’s unbelievable!”
Spores was perched atop her largest mushroom, one she called Sal, and nodded. She adjusted her thick acorn helmet on her head and camouflage leaf cape. Though the ravagers did never swooped close to her.
Lymantria was pacing back and forth and throwing her hands up like she did, “they are going to have us all burn! Eaten! Dead!”
Spores watches her pace back and forth, a funny feeling still frozen in her stomach that hadn’t settled yet after three days of the attacks. There had been two more hits.
“We must be able to deflect them a little,” Spores mused out loud, “Apalla must have some sense of that.”
Lymantria flickered her wicked eyes aside, “My mother and sister haven’t faced a threat in decades. A century almost. They,” Lymantria balled her fists up, “Ugh.”
Spores looked up at the climbing oak tree and circle of trees that was their Haven. Doors were boarded up left and right.
“Mmm,” Spores hummed into the open air, “Was the order to hide?” She asked softly.
Lya shook, “Among other things.” She huffed, “We should be preparing the army is what we should do.”
Spores cocked her head to the side, “they have talons and beaks and somehow can pass through our barriers.” She drums her fingers on the wide mushroom head, “There might just have to be a different way.”
Lya set her jaw and looked up, “Our arrows must be able to pierce their chests. We’ve done it before.” She wrinkled her nose, “We are not weak. Even if my mother has made our fear apparent to them.”
Lya looked ready for a fight, she turned angrily on her heels, Spores reached out her hand and grabbed onto the end of her silken cloak thoughtlessly, “Be careful.” She gulped and looked up, “Alright?”
Lya’s eyes softened as she looked over her shoulder, her hand reached out, “Are you safe down here?”
Spores looked down at her feet and then back up with a stiff smile, “I’m decay, remember? They wouldn’t risk it.”
Lya’s fingers ghosted over jaw, as if a caress, “Take care of yourself.” She looked back up to the lowering sun, “We need as few fools in this war as possible.”
Spores blinked a couple times, a little in shock. She hadn’t heard people talk about her like that.
But Lya was already gone, her moth wings flapping with a heady strength. It seemed she was waging a war.
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Since Spores emerged from her cocoon, since she reached out into the cool air and tried to grasp at new life, she had accepted on some level her queen would never see her again. And a queen was her people, Spores would never reach them.
Spores would be the distant spore that took root down below and a visitor you tolerate could never really be whole like the others. She was a loose fall leaf that they better yet forget.
However, battling for your life often changed all that. Many things were bound to change, there was salt on the southern breeze.
Spore remembered distinctly when she was awoken in the night, a rustling and then a the shadow of a head and shoulders popping up.
For a second she imagined sharp unforgiving swords of talons ripping through her home and forcing her to scramble back, but instead it was a curly redhead with long feathered antenna.
Lya was looked across from her, breathless, “Come with me.”
Spores turns over and rubs the sleep out of her eyes, “What?” She tries to put her thoughts together and straighten her loose nightshirt- almost falling all the way down her shoulder. She tugs at it.
Lya was bouncing, “Come with me!” She put out her hand and Spores for a second is sure she is dreaming, she had dreams like this before. Spores knits her eyebrows together and she opens her mouth to speak, Lya is all energy, “I told you,” She says fiercely, “I need people by my side.”
Spores swallowed dryly, “For what?” She wish her voice wasn’t so thin and quivering.
Lya just tries to struggle through the window, “I am making one.” Her cheeks were flushed with exertion, “A proper volunteer army. I am not going to let us all live in fear and be picked off one by one.”
Spores rubbed her eyes again, “But…” She looks around carefully and then whispered. “It’s forbidden.”
“We’re training on the ground, they’ll barely see us,” Lya finally took her hand, “Be my second in command.” Spores froze, “I need someone I can trust.”
Her eyes were wide and Spores had no idea what she meant by that. How she could mean it.
“Lya,” her voice croaked, “I will only bring-”
“Death. Yes, that’s the point.” She tried to lift her, “You are smart and more capable than half of us. My mother can’t say no!”
Spores can’t really digest that, believe it. But she follows Lya to her feet. She would follow her no matter where her little golden feet trod, even if it went into the beast.
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They avoided her. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but after all this time she wasn’t altogether prepared for the bent heads and constant dribble of whispers in her direction.
They were back to averted eyes and dodging the very air she flew in. There was more than one war they felt like waging she supposed.
But Lya kept her by her side, they couldn’t poke and prod her like an attraction if Lya was having her throw a javelin through an apple. They couldn’t laugh at her when she struck a leaf to smithereens.
A few of them tried to practice swords on her mushrooms but she shooed them off easily, canopy fairie’s knew very little about how to survive on the ground. Spores had been battling off slugs and rodents for ages now.
They were given swords and arrows and flames and one expansive strategy: survive, survive, survive.
Spores could live with that. And sometimes they even called her by her name, sometimes they even hid behind her as the dark inky shadows on the ground reappeared.
They would survive.
Perhaps.
Three days passed without an attack, and on that fourth night one of the little water fairies waved her hand in the air. Spores had no idea what that meant.
“Come on,” The water fairy, Sweet Rain she thought, was gesturing to her, “It’s been enough of this. Come eat with us.”
Spores blinked, and then blinked again, she had never been invited to eat with someone before. She hobbled to her feet and brought her thin stew over to the circle.
Some of the more distant fairie’s glare at her, but Sweet Rain and her friend move over and sit her down with them around the bonfire.
I can just keep my mouth shut, she thinks to herself. Maybe they can like me.
She falters into a little corner seat as far away from them as possible, Sweet Rait smiles at her.
“Come on, come on.” Sweet Rain nudges her closer to the others and the fire.
Spores can only shuffle up somewhat and keep her mouth shut, a brown sparrow fairy’s mouth falls open next to Sweet Rain.
“Are you eating that?”
Spores looks up gradually, “I, uh, yes.” She flinches at herself.
Sweet Rain shook her head, “have some of ours too, we have more than enough.”
A rainbow fairy and daisy fairy glare at Sweet Rain like she killed their mother plants, Sweet Rain just floats forward and gets a thick bowl of lemon stew.
Three or so other fairies gather closer to Spores.
The sparrow fairy blinks at her, “they call you Spores?”
“Yes?” She ventures quickly.
The sparrow fairy wrinkles her nose, “I never thought that was very nice.”
“Oh,” Spores really doesn’t know what to say to that.
She beams and puts her hand out, “I’m Wicket and that’s Sweet Rain,” she announces cheerfully, “we’ve been meaning to meet you.”
Spores looks down at her hand blankly, “I’m not supposed to...uh.” Spores mumbles to herself, almost unsure what to do with their bright faces. The mushrooms didn’t have faces.
“Nonsense!” Sweet Rain is back, “Lya has been bucking the rules for days now. That’s why we’re here.”
“And to kick feathery ass!” A inferno fairy that had inched a little closer pumped her fist in the air.
Sweet Rain laughs, “if they don’t hear you yelling from a mile away.”
The inferno fairy, Castor, goes a little red, the crowd around her laughs. Spores blinks, they were laughing around her.
Castor and her two friends turn back to her, the lean in, “did you really kill a chipmunk with your bare hands?”
Spores mouth just falls open, Sweet Rain steps forward and hands Spores the stew, “hush, we don’t want to freak her out.”
“You’re so pretty,” Wicket’s mouth was open and Spores was taken back to whole other plane of existence.
A glade fairy with round, full cheeks laughs, “careful, you don’t want Lymantria hearing you say that Wicket.”
Wicket shrugged, “I’m being friendly. She said it was time to get over ourselves. She’s included in that.”
“Oh,” Spores looks back and forth between them, “You don’t have to be nice to me if Lya just ordered it.”
“Lya?” One of the Tulip fairies gives her a sly look, Spores eyes go a little wider.
“We were not ordered to,” Sweet Rain huffs and gestures for her to eat.
“Yeah!” Castor cheers again, “You totally cut through that entire tree branch earlier. Plus, you’re ground thing is metal as hell!”
Spores feels like she’s going to trip over her own tongue, “metal?”
“I’d like to live on the ground.” The glade fairy says dreamily. “It’s almost romantic.”
Spores frowned deeply, “it’s really not.”
Sweet Rain clapped her hands together, “eat, eat, there's a lot of fairies here who want to talk.”
She starts to eat her lemon stew, it was thicker and infused with more sun drops then she ever had before. Something hopeful grows in her chest and she tries to push it back down, this could only be temporary.
She begins to smile despite herself, the group of fairies begin to joke and plan and talk about the future and what a hardass Lya was. And they kept asking her questions, questions about the ground and her troop and archery techniques.
She tries not to talk too much but she’s almost euphoric by the time she reaches the bottom of her bowl. It was unreal.
“I like your red spots,” Wicket touched one of her little red patches by the end of the meal. “They must make you blend in.”
Sweet Rain swatted at her hand, “don’t make her uncomfortable.”
Spores shook her head, “Thank you.” She croaks and pushes her bowl away, “thank you so much.”
“The queen is silly,” the glade fairy, Heather Light, declares, “I haven’t got poisoned once down here.” Her eyes flick to Spores and Spores tensed.
“The queen’s the poison,” Castor grumbled, “I can’t wait for Lymantria to take over.”
“Don’t say that!” One of the fairies from across the way said shrilly, glancing at Spores momentarily with with her lip raised, “the queen protecting us.” She shifts from side to side and looks at her lap, “we just have to deal with the owls for her.”
The other fairies just shake their heads, they begin another round of Guess the Cup and Spores even joins.
Lya comes out once and pauses to smile at her, Spores can’t help but smile back. Her heart was starting to fill with something.
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Spores clutches the javelin in her hand and whipped it around, hitting the tree branches around her and slicing them in half.
“It’s about the momentum,” she says steadily, “they are going to be larger than us. So we’re going to have to be more clever, use more leverage.”
Some of the other fairies nod, “what happens when we lose a weapon?” Heather Light asks with her hand in the air.
“We scream real loud,” someone else calls and they chuckle.
Spores grins, “Well, I know we don’t have much time. But we should be able to use our natural gifts if we could hone them a little.”
The other fairies glance at each other, their natural abilities were not made for destruction. But the word survival also rings their ears.
“Finally,” Castor lights her hands up in sparks of flames, “finally!”
Tep, the glass fairy, rolls her eyes, “not all of us are made of flames or death you know.” She says pointedly.
Spores flinches slightly, “Bird Callers have a shriek.” She says slowly, “you can control water. Light, air,” she gestures around her, “We are not weak.”
She sees Lya at the corner of the fray watching her, gazing at her with some unreadable expression. Spores smiles gently back.
Lya nods and steps forward, “We are not weak.” She says forcefully.
Several fairies around Lya jump and push backward to give the Blood Crown fairy some room. “Of course!” One of the daisy fairies says shrilly.
Lya nods at them all individually, “You are doing well.” She says, “We’ve come along farther than I ever thought in such a short amount of time.” Spores can feel the crowd swell with pride, “We’ll need it.” She gestures, “go train. I need a word with my lieutenant.”
Spores straightens up at that, standing up tall at her mention. Lya clears them out and gestures for Spores to join her in her war hut next to Spores own house.
Lya’s expression remains neutral until they close the door behind them, then Lya pulls angrily at her own short red hair, “where are they?” She says with a huff.
Spores pats her shoulder, “their schedule is meant to be random. That’s how they unrival us.”
Lya shakes her head, “I know, I know, but I don’t like this. It’s been too long.”
Spores just hums, “It’ll give us more time,” Spores smiles up at her with her head bowed shyly, “more time for you to prepare us.”
Lya shifts her eyes to her, “they’re planning something.” Spores just nods back and Lya taps her chin, “and my mother is growing suspicious.”
Spores tilts her head, “She’s secluded up there though.”
Lya turns around in a frantic circle, “she’s still barricaded herself in her throne room, yeah. But her spies have probably told her something is happening on the ground by now. I don’t think she buys my explanation.”
Spores steadies Lya’s shoulder and walks her over to the window to look out, “I’m sure they’ll let us fight the ravagers when they come. They’ll change their tune then.”
Lya’s eyes flick over to her, “My mother is a proud woman.”
Spores looks down at her hands and then off to the side, “I’m sure she…She’ll accept us after we prove ourselves.” She trails off softly.
Spores jumps when she feels a warm hand grab onto hers, Lya looks at her fiercely. “She has made many mistakes.”
Spores lifts her head ever so slowly, she meets Lya’s wide green eyes, “I can’t agree.” She speaks lowly, “her blood made you.”
Lya’s breath ghosts over her cheek, “I’ve made many mistakes.”
Spores heart pounds in her ears and she’s sure Lya can hear it, thumping painfully through her chest. She can’t look away, “not as many as you think.” She says softly.
Lya’s pupils are huge and she wets her lips, “Fungus fairies are said to be wise.” She dips her head down and lowers it to Spores level, “I trust you.”
The world goes very still and quiet, all she can see is her princesses dilated pupils and feathery antenna reaching for her. She almost feel an almost-touch of skin again skin.
“It comes!” A boom of voice breaks the air, shattering the soft touch and running down her spine like a tremor, “it comes!”
One of The Sight fairies roars from the top of the canopy, her visions being shared with the quaking community.
Spores shares one silent loaded look with Lya before they both turn toward the door, Spores reaches for her javelin.
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“I am death,” Spores mutters the phrase under her breath manically, the words an imprint on the back of her existence. “I am scourge.”
Castor glances at her with a questioning look but doesn’t say anything, they stand at the front line. Their eyes are trained on the sky, civilian homes being boarded up with everything they can find, the lights are off in the throne room.
“Steady,” Lya repeats from the back, riding her King Moth back and forth over her troops, “Steady!”
Someone squeaks when the first ghost of a shadow materializes from up above.
“Oh no,” someone whispers, Sweet Rain it sounds like, “Oh no, oh no, oh no.”
“Steady!”
Their collective breaths were held as a second shadow appears and the knew the swarm was on the horizon, silent as death and dread.
“Oh no.”
“It’s alright my love,” Wicket calms her mate.
Those are the last words Spores hears before it begins, starting with a bloodcurdling screech ricochet through the air, sharp talons descend from above followed by ugly black wings that throw gusts of wind across their faces.
The first one tears through the home of a Rainbow fairy and the wood shatters under it’s powerful shredding claws. They hear screams.
Lya puts her hand in the air and hovers in the front, she glances behind her.
“Fire!” The first round of archers go soaring through the air, half lit and the other half tipped with smoldering green poison.
They arch beautifully like a swan dive before digging themselves deep into the breast of the first owl fae, it releases an anguished wail, a look of surprise on it’s face.
Some of the arrows bounce off it’s touch wings, but this one wasn’t ready, it falls. Spores releases a breath, they had faced the first ones.
Two rainbow fairies peer over the edge at the small rag-tag army, relief flooding their features.
Scrrrrrrrccchh
The archers reload, three, no four, no, more than Spores can count descend with wrecking claws upon the canopy, smashing through homes and trying to grasp at fleeing fairies.
“Fire!” Lya roars.
The air smells like metallic rust and Spores lets loose a series of javelin throws as the owl fae bear closer.
“Ah!” She yells a battle cry and the ravagers start to bear down on the army. They start to release an endless barrage of arrows and spears.
Spores begins to lose track of time, sending sprays of attacks out, owls and fairies falling alike, she fights back to back with a series of comrades, covering herself with dust and blood.
Lya starts to guide them up into the air and toward the destroyed homes, pushing back the ravagers inch by inch.
“Hold!” The word became a constant ringing in their ears, “hold!”
Time was a mere a illusion, long and short and frozen all at once, her limbs ache and Spores knows their is a deep cut in her cheek from flying debris hitting her. She doesn’t flinch.
“Hold!”
They push forward.
“Hold!”
They raise slowly in the air, pushing the hoards back from the homes.
“Hold!”
They were winning, something leaps in Spores chest, the dark nightmares were being pushed back and back, she slew one in the chest and it retreats- it actually retreats.
“Yes!” She calls, “Yes! Forward.” They surge.
And then she hears the first worried and desperate cry from the very top of the canopy, “My queen!”
Castor was the first to yelp, Spores felt the inevitable and gripping pull all at once as well, an echo of ‘My Queen!’ rang through the haven in unison, they felt her. It was an intoxicating pull.
A giant and gruesome creature with dark wings and the body of screech owl had plowed its way through the doors of the throne room. Intent in its cruel eyes.
They break rank, Lya bellows at them to stay in line, keep the ravagers at bay for just a moment longer, but the throne room was being attacked. They swarm to their queens aid.
“My fairies!” She could hear Apalla and the queen yelling, “it’s here! It’s here! Come to me.” She was shrieking with the force of a thousand winds, Spores follows them, facing down a row of three more fae owls.
Spores stabs at them quickly and only lets herself wail for a moment when she sees Heather Light fall in the commotion, her lifeless body being wrecked across a wall and thrown across the edge.
“No!” She turns toward the giant screech owl.
“Protect me! Protect me!” The queen was more persistent, Fairies were throwing themselves thoughtlessly in the war path of the owl there. Spores runs toward her as well.
“I’m here for you!” She reaches out to her queen to pull her away to safety outside of the room.
The queen’s eyes were wide, “you disgusting creature!” She heaves away from her, “who else would bring death upon us now!”
Spores flinches and fumbles backward like she had been slapped, she sits dumbly on the floor as owl fae swarm and her head seems to clear like water being filtered.
“Mother!” Lya was at the door, Spores turns to her as she cries out, “the Haven will fall!” Her eyes were wide, “release them.”
The queen reaches out her crooked hand in a grotesque claw, “They are here for me.” She wails, the screech owl was inching closer through the wiggling crowd of warm bodies, The Queen focuses on her daughter, “Protect me, usurper!”
Lya’s eyes glaze over, Spores gasps, “no.” She reaches forward uselessly, “Let her go!”
“You’ve never done anything good in your whole entire life usurper life,” The queen was huddling behind her chair and clawing toward Lya, the owl fae stomps forward, “do something with it.”
“No!”
“Yes.” Lya throws herself forward, but so does Spores. She dives right toward her friend to stop Lya from jumping into the owls warpath.
“I won’t let you!” She roars and jumps into the claws of the dark creature, letting Lya fall to the ground and away. Spores gets one last glimpse of her and then the queen, she snarls, “I won't let you. You wretched Queen.”
Something breaks inside her, and then everything else does.
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Death
Spores does not remember the next moments, she doesn’t remember anything, a blank slate in her mind was devoid of anything. Beyond memory.
But she remembers the soft sting, the light aching touch that surged through her core and brought her consciousness into a gradual inhale of pain. Her nerves flare, thoughts slowly trickle back into her head.
Mushrooms feed off death they say, the decay fuels them.
Spores takes a new wheezing breath, warmth flooding her system and sound coming back to her in a chaotic mess one piece at a time, there was yelling.
“Lya…” She hisses with her first breath, and then her second. There was a shadow over her, she blinks a couple times. A paper and cream canopy, Spores rolls over and touches her mushroom, it’s feathery skin hovering over her as spores rained down from up above.
They had come for her, her wandering mushrooms had come for her.
Spores clears the tears from her eyes and felt at the closed gash in her chest and sides, she closes her eyes for one long moment, she had been saved.
She opens her eyes again now, amid everything, she knew what she had to do.
There was endless screaming, Spores claws her way to her feet and sees the body of the Queen, headless and bloody on the floor. Apalla was nowhere in sight, Lya was sitting next to the lifeless body of her mother, the once proud princess looking slack and empty.
Spores lifts her head, she turns and faces the rampaging screech owl, “I am the filter of the forest,” a mold, the ones she didn’t understand before, raises around her. Dark and floating like a storm in her wake. “You have overstayed your welcome.”
The owl fae turns to her in a moment, it’s wide slit eyes steadying her, focused on the dark mold that followed her hand movements.
“I am the decay,” she grits through her teeth, “I am death.”
She floats the black mold closer to the beak of the sharp creature.
The owl fae takes a step back
“Leave!” Spores pushes her clumps of black mold at their wings, glueing their feathers together and weighing them down. They screech, trying to tear the substance off of themselves, trying to free their feet and mouths. The mold only begins to grow.
Scrreeee
They turn and start to flee.
Spores shares one more look with the gigantic King of the Owl fae, he lets out one last roar, tearing at the mold and then swooping away with two pushes of his powerful wings. The ravagers retreat pursued by the troops of mold from a fungus fairy, a fungus fairy of all people.
She exhales.
Spores feels her muscles relax and a surge of pure weariness and ache wash over her system, her head goes dizzy and swims with bright popping lights.
“Oh,” she sways in place and then begins to wobble backward, she feels a pair of powerful hands grab at her sides before she falls. She looks up and speaks weakly, “Lya…”
Lya looks down at her with wet eyes and something tender in her gaze, “My beautiful lieutenant.”
She gives a weary smile, “They ran.”
Lya shakes her head, “You did that. Oh Spores.”
She glances at the body of the queen, “I’m sorry.”
“No,” Lya turns her around in her arms, “No.”
She bends her head down and Spores feels a delicate kiss pressed to her lips, firm and real and bloody against her lips. Every tension in her body escapes and she feels something grow whole inside of her.
Lya nuzzles her neck before placing her gently on the ground next to her mushrooms. Lya stands tall and faces a swelling crowd of fairies, wandering back and forth, holding their wounds and crying. Large wet tears streaming down their faces for their queen.
They hung their heads and appeared lost amongst each other, Lya holds her arms out wide.
She draws a deep breath, “I am your Queen now!” She bellows and grabs their attention. She studies each of their faces as they turn to her. “My mother is dead. The ravagers our gone.”
“The queen,” the murmur as they clutch their hands together and look to Lya, she nods at them.
“I am the queen.” She repeats and adjusts the metal helmet on her head. “We will rebuild.” She declares, holding their attention and drawing herself up to her full height, “We will be... different.”
Someone cheers from the back and a relieved chorus replies, ‘the ravagers retreated! They really did,’ The crowd surges with mixed emotions and Spores lifts herself up gradually to her elbows.
Spores reaches up from the ground and takes Lya’s hand, “You did this.”
“No,” Spores said and presses up for another kiss, “You will make a lovely queen.”
Lya holds her until she passes out from exhaustion, telling her she had a place in the canopy- where she always belonged.
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Movie Review : Panipat
Panipat: It is PANI PANI of a historical event
Movies on a Historical event or a biography are two genres which are immensely difficult to capture on celluloid. It may come out as a masterpiece and classic or it may result in a poor copy no chances of anything mid way.
Well Ashutosh Giwarikar is one director who did some brilliant work with LAGAAN and JODHA AKBAR in period genre the latter being a historical. But lately he had some misadventures starting with KHELE HUM JEE JAAN SE and his very last outing MOHEN JO DARO. PANIPAT unfortunately is another addition to Giwarikar's misadventures.
Based on the famous third battle of Panipat , the movie adaptation is far from being a good cinema forget about a masterpiece. Adapted by Ashutosh himself along with Chandrashekhar Dhavalikar and Ranjit Bahadur the story and screenplay is patchy and extremely amateurish.The characters come out cardboardish and extremely stiff with no soul whatsoever and the patchy dialogues by Aditya Raval doesn't help.
Another major problem that the film suffers is it's casting or should I say miscasting, starting with Arjun Kapoor as Sadashiv Bhau, continues his spell of being wooden as his previous outings. Kriti Sanon as Parvati Bai, Sadashiv's wife still made sense in her not so well written character, rather whenever she is on screen the movie becomes a bit lively. And now coming to Sanjay Dutt who played the cruel crusader from Afghanistan Admed Shah Abdali, sleep walks throughout the role. I felt that Sanjay Dutt had difficulty mouthing the dialogues as well. As far as the rest of the cast is concerned namely Mohnish Behl, Padmini Kolhapure, Zeenat Aman (in a cameo), Kunal Kapoor (one of the worst performances of the movie) hardly make any difference.
The movie is so lacklustre that it fails to connect in any level. I think this movie is Ashutosh Giwarikar's worst after WHAT'S MY RAASHI. The movie is so average that you will fail to believe that this a Ashutosh Giwarikar movie. Even the VFX is so underwhelming that you feel you are watching a television serial from the 90's. Music by Ajay Atul us also below average.
It is only the last 10 mins of a 173 minute film that the movie comes live during the battle sequence and climax PANIPAT is an absolute disappointment from Ashutosh Giwarikar, after watching this movie you will fail to believe that it is him who made heart wrenching movies like LAGAAN, JODHA AKBAR and SWADES, ( one of Shahrukh's best performance). I still believe that Ashutosh can shine.
I will go with 2 stars...
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Commando 3 movie review: Vidyut Jammwal-starrer is full on action, but low on script - bollywood
Commando 3
Cast: Vidyut Jammwal, Gulshan Devaiah, Adah Sharma, Angira Dhar
Director: Aditya Datt Making an action film is no rocket science, perhaps explaining their deluge in Bollywood. However, only a few stay true to the genre and that’s where Commando 3 deserves credit – it hits the spot with its action. The kicks, punches, back-flips, smooth landing and hand-to-hand combat scenes look as clean and real as they can be. Once you are done with that, Commando 3 is on a slippery slope. The Vidyut Jamvwal starrer, with Adah Sharma and Angira Dhar as leading ladies and Gulshan Deviah as the bad guy, eventually leaves you with this visceral need to pull out your hair. Let down by a pedestrian narrative, terrible writing and overdramatized situations, the film defies all logic. Watch Commando 3 trailer here: Director Aditya Datt goes overboard as he tries to pack as many emotions as possible in one film. While the action keeps you hooked, chest-thumping jingoism is off-putting and annoying. Commando 3 begins with police chasing down three brainwashed youngsters (two of them having willingly converted to Islam) who are set to execute a ‘badaa kaam’ on the orders of Islamist radical, Buraq Ansari (Gulshan Devaiah). He operates from London but keeps his identity a secret, choosing to connect with his comrades in India via recorded tapes. To track him down and avert the impending terrorist attack on India, the country sends its best commando, Karan Singh Dogra (Vidyut Jammwal) to London on an undercover mission. Accompanying him is encounter specialist Bhavana Reddy (Adah Sharma), with Mallika Sood (Angira Dhar) supporting him in the UK along with Arhaan (Sumeet Thakur). All three works with the British Intelligence (BI). A cat-and-mouse game follows, giving a distinct impression that the terror organization is far more agile than the intelligence agencies. The film goes out of its way to show the BI and Military Intelligence as inefficient, a portrayal that borders on ridiculous.
Commando 3’s saving grace is Vidyut’s gravity-defying action sequences The story by Darius Yarmil and Junaid Wasi needed more conviction and a deeper understanding. Numerous references to cases of hate crimes, cow slaughter, Kashmir situation and Ayodhya conflict to explain the brewing resentment among Muslims. However, the mastermind who is planning to wreak havoc in India is never given a back-story to explain his actions. Even Karan, despite his many failures to capture the bad guy, always shows up alone or with the two women when out to get him. Maybe if he had chosen to take some forces along, the film and our predicament could have ended earlier. Commando 3 is all about its action, and there is little else to keep you engaged. The action is not for the weak-hearted either -- it’s brutal, gory, and gruesome with blood all over it.
The film goes out of its way to show the BI and Military Intelligence as inefficient, a portrayal that borders on ridiculous. The saving grace is Vidyut’s gravity-defying action sequences. Given that he’s professionally trained in martial arts, the action sequences and stunts look real and raw. Not to forget there’s a five-minute introduction scene to mark the hero’s entry. Only thing that’s unsettling is his wooden expressions that he carries throughout the film. Adah and Angira get to kick butt prove their action acumen. While Angira looks natural and comfortable as the no-nonsense officer, Adah softens it up with some dry humour and her one-liners. Also read: Amitabh Bachchan says he must retire: ‘Head is thinking something else, fingers another, it’s a message’ Gulshan Devaiah, despite a good track record as the villain on OTT platforms, fizzles out here and doesn’t even come close to being the menacing and cruel character that Buraq is expected to be. Though in the first few scenes, you breathe a sigh of relief as makers got someone with an accurate accent but the relief is short-lived. As the story progresses, he resorts to overacting as well. All this goes on for two hours and twenty minutes! With the story and the message that the director intended to convey, it could have been easily wrapped up in a crisp hour and a half, but brevity doesn’t seem to be the strong point here. Only time when you feel adrenaline rush is when bones break and the background score amps up. Those are the rare moments when you feel Commando 3 is watchable. Follow @htshowbiz for more
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Launching The Most Awaited 5 BHK apartments in Urban Skyline Phase 2
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Viscose Yarn Market industry analysis and forecast 2019-2027.
Overview
The Global viscose yarn market is expected to make a significant growth in the forecasted period. Especially, the Global viscose yarn market will dominate in Asia-Pacific countries due to increase in population and other various factors. Clothes are the basic necessity of human. As the population is increasing the demand for clothes are increasing and due to the current designs and the comfort viscose yarn provides, the fashion industry have made it its popular choice. So, the shoot up of demand of viscose yarn is quiet obvious. There are others factors as well responsible for the increase in demand especially in Asia-Pacific countries. In India, Digitization, social networking sites, and apps have played a major role in increasing the consumer preference in clothing industry. Bangladesh, has witnessed an increase in population and living standards, increasing the demand for such fabrics. Moreover, the positive substitute effect is also helping in increasing the demand of viscose yarn. Viscose yarn is the substitute of not only cotton, but also of synthetic polymers such as polyester and acrylics. If price of any of the fabric increases the demand of viscose yarn increases.
The viscose yarn is further segmented into viscose filament yarn and viscose staple fibre. The viscose filament yarn is a natural yarn as it is made from the wood pulp or cotton pulp. It is completely natural, as it is obtained from the nature which makes it skin friendly. The viscose filament yarn dries up easily and it is comfortable to wear as compared to other fabrics. It is also known as rayon filament yarn. The viscose staple fibre is similar to cotton, but unlike cotton it is man-made fibre. It is extremely versatile, easily bendable fibre and biodegradable. Just like viscose filament yarn, it is also comfortable to wear. Viscose staple fibre is widely used in apparels, home textiles, dress material, knitted wear and non-woven applications.
On the basis of process viscous yarn is categorized into, Viscose process, Lyocell process and modal process. Viscose process produces the viscose yarn by chemically treating cellulose. The wooden pulp is dissolved and treated with aqueous sodium hydroxide to form alkali cellulose. Then, the alkali cellulose is chemically treated with carbon disulfide to form sodium cellulose xanthate.This viscose process forms the viscose yarn. In, the Lyocell process just like viscose process, cellulose is chemically treated but the different method is obtained which makes these processed different from each other. Dry-jet-wet spinning is used to form viscose yarn. Lyocell is expensive in production than cotton. It is used in clothes such as denim, chino, underwear, casual wear, towels, women’s clothing and men’s dress shirts. At, the initial stage of production the viscose and modal process have similar way of dealing with chemicals, but after spinning, the modal process is treated differently to make the filaments stronger. Modal fibres are lighter, thinner and can be tumble dried without damage. On the application side, the Viscose yarn is divided into clothing textiles and home textiles. The Viscose yarn’s silkiness, smoothness and comfort makes it suitable for production of the fabrics for clothing and home textiles.
The Global Viscose Yarn Sales market can be divided into North America, Middle East & Africa, Europe and Asia Pacific. Asia Pacific is projected to dominate the Global Viscose Yarn market in the forecasted period. China dominates the production of the Viscose Yarn globally as it is producing 65% of the total production of viscose yarn globally owing to rapidly increasing viscose yarn production. China exports world-class viscose filament yarn market to esteemed buyers in several countries across the globe. One of the most vital sector of economy in India is textile industry contributing approximately 4% to the country’s GDP. China is being followed by India, as India is the second largest producer and exporter of Viscose Yarn after China. The Viscose Staple fibre is exported by Japan to China, Vietnam and Indonesia. Asia Pacific is followed by Europe and North America in the Global Viscose Yarn Sales market. Largest Market player of Global Viscose Yarn Sales market in India is Grasim followed by Aditya Birla group. Globally Aditya Birla group is the leading producer of Viscose Yarn Sales and holds the market share of 16% followed by Grasim.
Major players in the Market are identified through secondary research and their Market revenues determined through primary and secondary research. Secondary research included the research of the annual and financial reports of the top manufacturers; whereas, primary research included extensive interviews of key opinion leaders and industry experts such as experienced front-line staff, directors, CEOs and Marketing executives. The percentage splits, Market shares, growth rate and breakdowns of the product Markets are determined through using secondary sources and verified through the primary sources.
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Asia-Pacific Viscose Yarn Market: Product Type
· Viscose Filament Yarn
· Viscose Staple Fiber
Asia-Pacific Viscose Yarn Market: Application
· Viscose Process
· Lyocell Process
· Modal Process
Asia-Pacific Viscose Yarn Market: Competition Analysis
· Aditya Birla Group
· Lenzing
· Sanyou
· Sateri Chemical Fibre
· Xinjiang Zhongtai
· Aoyang Technology
· Xiangsheng
· Shandong Bohi
· Yibin Grace Group Company
· Zhejiang Fulida
· Silver Hawk
· ManasiShunquan
· Kelheim-Fibres
· Xinxiang Bailu
· Nanjing Chemical Fiber
· SometFiber
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A serious sequel to an absolutely 'silly' film! . . I have a basic problem with SOTY2. The first part was frothy, bubblegumish and had spunk. It had a trio that had so much to prove. Not that it was a classic film, but it was watchable for sure. It had some endearing characters like Rishi Kapoor's principal, the gang of friends and it had chart buster music. Alas SOTY 2 has none of the spunk. The music doesn't work, the leads are wooden and it's left to Tiger Shroff to roar for a couple of hours. It has Aditya Seal doing a Deepak Tijori from JJWS and that's about it. Tara Sutaria who I thought would be the better of the two is extremely raw. Ananya Pandey has potential and if she chooses the right films, then who knows we might have another Alia. Tiger Shroff does all the heavy lifting in the film. He acts, fights, dances, bounces and woos the girls, one by one. I am not going into the harebrained plot here because I signed up for the looniness knowing what to expect. The locations of Doon, Mussorie, Rishikesh, Landour and Haridwar have been used well. The rich vs poor template that has worked mostly is at show again but there isn't anything new in the film. A mishmash of JJWS and Chak De India it is in the second half with an ending that put all our IPL last over finishes to shame. If only the film had ventured into some new grounds, then we could have had the romance of the year...Alas! It's 2 one note! . . #filmreview #studentoftheyear2 #soty2 #dharmaproductions #foxstar #myview #reviewoftheweek (at Delhi, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxXqC3LlgMh/?igshid=1lm9m7ydstmvn
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JULY: FOURTH WEEK
Hello people! This week we continued with our pre-production of DANAV. We have planned to shoot next week, therefore we had to be prepared completely. This week we finalized the locations ( in the school premises), actors, mise-en-scene and started trying animation.
LOCATION
We visited school to finalize the locations we are going to shoot at in our school. The criteria we were wanting the locations to fulfill is - to look like an old school/ a school located in remote area. We decided to shoot in the construction area of the school building, top floor corridor. Other than that, for the “dorm-room” we chose 1 A. Our classrooms do not look like the dorm rooms of an old school, therefore we will have to pay attention to the mise-en-scene of the dorm room shots especially.
For outdoor shots, we decide to shoot in the field, usually cars are parked there. Also, half of the land has crops growing on it. It also has a small hut. The small hut would help us get the feel of remote area.
ACTORS
Amid Covid, our options were very very less. The perk was that even our character requirements were less. I wanted our chosen actors to be extremely skilled as our characters are very complex and dark. We were looking for actors that could portray a range of emotions through their dialogue delivery and expression. It was very difficult to look for actors that would fit the role of Seema Didi and Aditya especially. After a lot of screening we have finalized these actors-
1. CHARVI MEHTA AKA SEEMA DIDI - Charvi is my classmate and an A level student. We finalized her because she will fit the role of Seema didi perfect. She has the potential too create and eerie environment. Plus, she is a great actor, she is a little experienced too as she has played many roles in school annual functions.
2. SAMARVEER DAVE AKA ADITYA- Samarveer is our Cinematographer’s cousin. We did not know if he was a capable actor but then Kushagra sent a short clip of him acting, abd he was AMAZING! Right after watching that clip, we finalized him.
3. HRIDAYA RAJPUROHIT AKA BHUVAN- Hridaya is one of our classmates and an A Level student. We had observed that he has great screen presence. On top, a potential actor. In past school competitions he had seen him perform and we are sure he will be able to bring justice to our character Bhuvan.
4. NARAYAN SHANKAR OHJA AKA DARSH- Narayan bhaiya was our senior, an A Level media studies graduate. I have acted in his team’s production earlier. That time I got to know he too had a knack for acting. Having him on set will be our honor!
5. GARVIT TATIYA AKA YASH- Garvit is our editor’s brother. He looks quite older than his age because of his height. Plus, Yash and Garvit have many common traits, therefore we thought he would be perfect for this role!
MISE-EN-SCENE -
DECOR
For the corridor, we have planned to add some elements like paint boxes. wooden scraps, steel rods etc to make it look like the construction is on hold. Even though the corridor we chose actually has its construction on hold, but on elements of construction were there, all were locked in the rooms.
For the dorm room, we decided not to have beds, only mattresses. This would indirectly show that its a small school. As most of the shots that will be taken in the dorm room are at ground level, we will not decorate the entire room.
PROPS
One major prop that we had to prepare is an eye balls jar. We are going to take a shot of a jar filled with liquid and eye balls rolling on the floor. I already have references from a film “Rocky Handsome”. This is how I made the eye ball jar:-
1. Finding the jar. Due to lockdown, I was not able to go out and get a proper mason jar therefore I had to work with what was available at my home. Now the problem was that, the water was coming out of all the jars while rolling. Finally, i found one jar that did not leak but it had company logo printed on itself. I am thinking we will take care of that while the shoot (will try to angle the jar in a way that the logo wont be visible).
2. Making eye balls out of paper mache. I know these won’t be able to last long as they are made out of paper. Earlier I thought of painting ping pong balls, but they weren't available to me. The shot’s time length is very short, I guess it will work. I have made one extra set of eyes in case the first one doesn't last.
3. Painting and coating. I used sketch pens and pastel pencils to draw and in the end to seal everything, I applied Fevicol all over.
Other than eye balls jar, we had to arrange food, plates and spoons for one of the scenes. We decided to arrange that before shooting the scene. For the scenes where we show all three characters playing in field, we required marbles, sketchbook and crayons.
COSTUMES AND MAKEUP
Costume and makeup are crucial for any film. In ours, we will have to make a 17 year old look like a 45 year old (Charvi Mehta as Seema Didi). With help of costume and makeup we plan on doing this. We have chosen blue and brown color scheme for her costumes, These colors will give her more mature look plus these colors have meanings that will work perfectly with her character. Dark blue- negativity and coldness, ocher yellow/ brown- obsessive and dull. The costume of rest of the characters are casuals, without any visible logos of brands. dull color scheme, simple or no print. Plain dull clothing will further add to our dull setting.
The most important part of makeup, “The missing eye makeup”. We will be taking shots of Aditya without eyes, it will be very difficult to do so. This is very different kind of makeup from what I did for AS Level production. I have started looking online for inspirations and tutorials. The issue is that most of the tutorials require scar-wax, which again like rest of the things, is unavailable to us.
LIGHTING
Lighting will be playing very important role in our production. According to the conventions of psychological thrillers, the lightnings are supposed to be low and dull in order to create eerie atmosphere. We wanted to folow this convention as it is. Our editor suggested we’d use chiaroscuro lighting, we all agreed as it would help create even better mood. I suggested that we could use gelatin paper to add hints of color. We plan on using to colors red and blue. These two colors have very different meanings, but both add to the gloominess and unnatural effect we are looking for.
ANIMATION PRACTICE
We decided to divide the work as far as animation is concerned, Purvi (editor) will be sketching the entire sequence and would fill the base colors for most of the scenes and I would be adding details and enhance the overall appearance. While Purvi practiced sketching, I practiced basic sketching and detailing.
FIRST TRY- I sketched a ball bouncing off the surface. I sketched and colored the ball individually on each frame. Later I added highlight one one area to make the ball look a little three dimensional. I also added a little shadow were the ball contacted the surface. Time taken- one hour.
This is it for this week! Thank you!!
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Turning off the shower, Zoya took the towel and dried herself. Wiping the mirror with hand, as she stared at herself, she took her other hand around to wear her clothes, reaching out to the rod, she got nothing. Turning around, she saw that she forgot to take her clothes.
"Ya Allah! Ye hum bhi na kitne bhulakkad ho gaye hain! Kapda lana hi bhul gaye!" Slapping her forehead. Now she has to go and take her clothes from cupboard as she couldn't even call Noor or Ammi as Noor had taken Ammi and Abbu for dinner from her first salary. Zoya wanted to stay at home and complete some work of hers. So basically no one was present except for Zoya.
Relived that no one was around, so she could go and change her clothes in room itself. Wrapping the towel around her, she stepped outside the bathroom, peeking and roaming her eyes around. Rubbing her feet against the mat, she tightened her hold on towel and tucked it securely around her.
Walking out of bathroom, her wet hair dropping tiny water droplets as she made her way to her wardrobe. Zoya smiled foolishly and tucking her hair, she slapped her head lightly. Saying to herself, "Hum bhi na! Ye sab Aditya ki galti hai. Haan! Ek toh who humare dilon dimaag par chaaye rehte hai aur hum aur kuch soch hi nahi paate hai. Aditya! Aditya! Aditya! Aap ne humari neend, chain sab kuch le liya hai. Hum apne kapde bhi aap hi ki wajah se bhule! Aur nahi toh kya?" She pouted and stopping in front of her cupboard, she opened the door and ruffling into her clothes. She rummaged in it, searching for a comfy kurti. As she was busy in searching for it, she heard a voice...
"Meri galti hai Zoya?" a deep, husky voice came from behind her.
Zoya blinked her eyes as her eyes widened, and she recognized the voice in a second. Suddenly turning around, she gasped loudly. As Aditya stood there in front of her, leaning on the window. His hands folded with his inner shirt's three buttons open as another shirt over it hung down his shoulders. Staring at her intensely, he drank the sight in front of him. Taking in the new avatar of Zoya, as his eyes travelled from her toned legs to her arms, chest and shoulders. Water dripping from hair, as it slid down her neck to shoulder and then inside her towel, into her chest, which was wrapped around her. His eyes didn't budge of from her. He couldn't stop himself from staring at her. This is the first time Aditya is seeing Zoya like this, with her plazzos and kurtis, she is covered from toe to head, only those exceptional sleeveless and deep kurtis, she wore. And she looked beautiful in every dress but this. He hadn't even imagined her in a short dress or actually, more shocking in a towel. With her figure wrapped in it with her, now looking something more than beautiful.
As Aditya was busy in his thoughts and staring at her. Zoya on other hand, fidgeted with her fingers. Tightening the hold of towel on her chest, she pulled towel from other hand down, trying to hide herself as much as she could, but in vain. Shy would be underestimating word, as she died of within from it with Aditya standing in front. Raising her eyes, she saw him, lost in his thoughts. Taking this opportunity to sneak into bathroom, she turned around and took her clothes from it hurriedly.
Turning around, as she walked slowly to the bathroom, uddenlyy Aditya came from the other world back to present. Seeing her move to bathroom, Aditya being, the Aditya Hooda, could not simply miss the opportunity to tease his shy girlfriend. Zoya saw him taking few steps towards her. Seeing him walking towards her, she stopped in her way and took few steps back. Aditya stopped and tilted his head.
"Tum bhaag rahi ho kya mujhse Zoya?" Aditya said frowning. Zoya shook her head in denial.
"Toh phir?" Aditya asked.
Zoya innocently shaking her head said quietly, "Woh hum... hum bhaag nahi rahe hai woh toh hume...
Pausing, blinked down, "hume kapda pehna hai na toh... toh isiliye."
Aditya smiling softly at this, he asked again, "Par change kyun karna hai tumhe?"
Zoya blinked confused at this, "Kyunki hum kapda le jana bhul gaye na toh isiliye..." quickly adding,
"Hum... Hum na sirf do(2) minute main change kar aate hai..." Saying this she moved forward but before she took another step, Aditya walked closer to her. Zoya stepped back again at this holding her towel. Aditya noticed how nervous she was, and he was loving it to tease her, intimidate her.
With fake whining, he did the drama, 'Kya yaar Zoya! Ek toh main window se chad ke tumahre kamre main pahuncha, tumhare liye aur tum ho ki!" Pouting sadly, "Bhaaga rahi ho!"
Zoya shook her head, muttering, nahi, nahi.
Aditya taking two more steps ahead with Zoya technically stepping back again. Fumbling, Zoya started, "Woh hum... hum bas change kar le aur phir..." Trailing, she blinked her eyes trying to make him understand. Aditya's mind had now started to run in different directions. He threw another one.
"Accha thike tum, ek kam karo, tum yahin change kar lo." Aditya said taking another step towards her and with Zoya's back hitting the wall now. Looking over with the end of wall behind, Aditya came forward and was now a step away from her.
Nodding her head, she said slowly, "Thike! Hum... yahin change kar lenge."
Aditya smiled and nodded animatedly.
Zoya gestured to go outside. Aditya did understand what she tried to say but then showed as if he didn't get what she said. Aditya muttered, kya?
"Wo hume change karna haina!"
"Haan, toh karo!" Aditya responding back.
"Toh... toh aap..." aap bahar jaiye! Zoya said quietly.
"Kyun?" Teasingly, Aditya was now enjoying this conversation.
"Kyunki hume change karna haina!" Zoya said innocently.
"Toh karo!" Aditya prompted her to go on.
"Par aapke saamne... k a i s e?" She whispered slowly.
"Kyun? Maine bhi toh kitni baar tumhare saamne shirt change ki hai, jab tumne kaha tab maine shirt utar di infact kabhi kabhar toh main khud aapne aap shirt utar deta tha! Yaad hai boutique aur fir meri chot par marham, utar tha na t-shirt toh phir?" Aditya voicing it loud.
Scrunching her eyebrows, Zoya asked hesitantly, "Toh aap... aap kya chahte hai ki hum aap... aapke samane kapda badle?"
"Haan! Aur nahi toh kya!" Aditya saying it as if so obviously.
"Taubaa!" Zoya shouted. Aditya closed his ears with his fingers
while Zoya was shocked at this. "Ye... ye kya keh rahe hai aap? Sharam nahi aati hai? Aditya aap... aap ek number ke besharm, behaya aur kamzarf insaan hai." She stated loudly, embarrassed and angry at his words. She took a step to go past him from his right side. But Aditya touched her shoulder from left hand and softly pushed her to wall.
Blinking her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders, pushing his hand away and tried to go past him from the other side but he kept his hands on both sides, trapping her in his arms.A little intimidated and vulnerable, Zoya looked down at his arms and clenched her towel tightly. Aditya was now, again enchanted by her beauty and innocence.
"Hume jaane diijiye Aditya!" Zoya pleaded with her eyes. But Aditya shook his head in denial.
"Aditya... Please...", her voice trailing off. Aditya took his hand and slowly touched her forehead, moving her soft tendrils of hair, pushing it lightly and then keeping it behind her ear as his fingers slid down from her back of ear to her neck with a water droplet following it.
She shivered and looked up, in his light brown eyes, now dark with desires. She knows Aditya is passionate about Zoya Siddiqui, before also but specially more after he realized that he was in love.Stepping closer, Aditya's chest now touched her bosom, lightly. He stared, boring his eyes into her, not blinking at all.
"Pataa hai! Tumhe kisine ye bola ki tum hoor pari lagti ho! Maano, pari aasman se utar kar mere pass aayi hai!" Aditya said slowly, a smile forming on his face. As Zoya bowed her head down, smiling madly at his comment. When suddenly Aditya touched the wooden table near them or actually suddenly banged the table. Zoya gasped at this. Keeping a hand at her chest, she looked at table and then towards Aditya, in confusion.
"Ye kya tha Aditya?" Zoya asked, confused at this sudden movement.
Aditya smiled, his dimples peeking in, he uttered slowly, "T O U C H W O O D", continuing, "Meri nazar lag jaati tumhe..." As Aditya winked at her.
At this Zoya started laughing, as Aditya joined her. Their laughter echoing in the room. As suddenly Zoya sneezed, winds coming from open windows in the rainy September with the earthly smell hitting them.
"God bless you!" Aditya said quickly with a cheeky smile. As Zoya rubbed her nose, while Aditya continued to tease her, "Kitni laparwah ho tum, haan Zoya? Ab towel main, Katrina banke khadi rahogi, toh sardi toh honi hi hai. Aur bano heroine!" As he shaked his head like a mother does when child doesn't listen but here Aditya had this in direction of sarcastic way to Zoya.
Zoya blinked her eyes, hardly, annoyance clear on her face. At this she pushed him away, saying, "Accha ye humari galti hai. Aapne hi humara rasta roka hua tha aur ulta hume suna rahe hai." As Aditya smiled smugly. Checking her clothes in hand, she shook her head at him in desperation, and moved past him. As Aditya softly held her wrist from behind, pulling her towards him as her back crashed his upper torso. As he wounded his arms from back, his hand taking her hands as he dig his face into her wet hair, taking in the smell of her mild fragrance of her shampoo. Keeping his chin on her bare shoulder. As Zoya simply stood quietly, taking in the comfort in his arms. As Aditya slowly placed a kiss on her shoulder, while Zoya shuddered at this, and dropped her gaze. A bit intimidated with the closeness. His lips a touching her hair now, if she moved her head forty five degrees then her cheeks would touch his lips and if she turned ninety degrees then her lips would collide with his. As she got nervous with this thought, as she felt his rough stubble on her neck and shoulder joint.
" Adi... Aditya... Please, please hume chod dijiye ab toh..." Zoya whispered.
"Kyu?" he asked, still lost in his heaven, which resides in Zoya forever.
"Hum... who hum... hum jaaakar kapde pehn, aate hai." She tried to moving forward. But Aditya held her elbow and turned towards him. Her eyes lowered down, as Aditya lifted her chin slowly to look into her eyes.
"Darr lagta hai mujhse Zoya?" Aditya asked, watching her intently. At this Zoya raised her eyes to look into his. His honest brown shimmering, as Zoya shook her head.
Aditya voiced out, after a pause, "Bharosa nahi hai kya mujh par?" a invisible hurt present.
Zoya blinked softly, seeing that hurt, taking her clothes in one hand, she cupped his face from other hand, cradling it. She stared deeply, shaking in denial, "Nahi Aditya, aisa nahi hai! Hume aap par khud se zyada bharosa hai, khud se zyada Aditya..." She nodded, in confirmation.
"Toh phir itna darr kyon gayi?" Aditya asked a soft smile spreading on listening her answer.
Zoya looked down, and then back into his eyes, trying to form a sentence but failing at it, "Woh... woh..."
Aditya held her shoulders, and then slowly said, "Zoya, main kabhi kuch aisa nahi karunga jisme tumahari marzi na ho. Main tumhe kabhi force nahi karunga. Kabhi hurt nahi karunga. Kyunki pyaar main marzi samay ke sath sath milta hai." Pausing, he softly said, "Main tumhe apne sapne main bhi koi dukh nahi pahuchnga, aur nahi tumhare kisi bhi marzi ke kabhi khilaaf jaunga kyunki Aditya Hooda ne pyar kiya hai, suada (deal) nahi."
As Zoya smiled at his words, she knew that Aditya loves her more than his life. Slowly wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeats matching hers, as Aditya held her like a fragile glass, a dream which he never wants to break. Caressing her hair, lightly, he rested his chin atop on her head while in the coldness of weather, Zoya snuggled in his chest, finding a warmth in each other's embrace. She knew because. He would never break anyone's trust because he never had ever done and never will, as he hated cheaters, people who broke his trust. He knows the pain of deceptions and would never wish for anyone, not even his enemies. And he was never going to do that, specially to
Zoya because she was one of the reason he had to live his life, again. Their imperfect marriages made them trust on each other, after accident, more stronger than anything. It started with partnership, sorry, thankyou and then a blossoming friendship, then as best friends and which gradually changed by time in to love. Unconditional and immortal love.
Zoya got away and changing into kurti-plazzo, made coffee and then snuggled in the bed, under blankets, they talked about various things. Laughters erupting, talks continuing, staring competitions leveling, and romantic moments and impeccable trust, blossoming love in dark colors with black coffee
and chips, marking in the journey of the unique love story of Aditya & Zoya.
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Mangalajodi, Odisha: How an Entire Village Transformed from Poaching Birds to Protecting Them.
“Asian openbills were the most delicious,” he said. Sun-burnt face, shy smile, eyes fixed at the adult storks far in the distance.
I looked at him with some incredulity. We’ve been so attuned to thinking that it’s ‘normal’ to eat some animals and not others, that it felt strange to hear my birding guide confess his favorite meal was a rare bird.
Asian openbill. Photo: Wall Boat (http://ift.tt/2hfNZt9) (CC)
It was my second morning in the state of Odisha (previously called Orissa) on India’s east coast, and I was gliding along silently on a rustic, wooden row boat on the gentle waters of Chilika Lake – India’s, and Asia’s, largest brackish water lake.
On that warm spring day, I had expected to acquaint myself with the wild flying beauties in the marshlands of Mangalajodi, the largest village on the shores of Chilika. But by the time the sun was setting above the wetlands, now alive with bird chatter, I had discovered the most hopeful story of wildlife conservation in India:
Mangalajodi: Once a village of bird poachers
“It was easy. We caught them in a net and twisted their necks. Or we poisoned the small fish in the wetlands, and when the birds ate them, they died a quick death.”
I was trying hard not to gasp at my guide’s words. And harder, trying not to imagine black godwits and wood sandpipers, with twisted necks, ready to be cooked.
Common kingfisher and dead fish. Photo: Soumyadeep Chatterjee (CC)
Until over a decade ago, the primary livelihood of nearly a hundred families in Mangalajodi was based on killing, selling and eating birds – many of them migratory, from far flung parts of the world like Siberia.
“In those days, you could go to a dhaba and order a godwit for dinner, just like you’d order tandoori chicken now.”
Over the years, the migratory birds that flew to the marshlands of Mangalajodi in winter instinctively sensed the danger, and their population gradually declined. The lack of awareness and alternate livelihood opportunities earned the local bird poachers and their village a shameful reputation, one that would gradually inspire an incredible transformation.
A fisherman in Mangalajodi. Photo: Mike Prince (CC)
The transformation of Mangalajodi
I remember chatting with an elderly man on a rainy afternoon in Mangalajodi, as we both took shelter under a tree. Even though he had been a fisherman all his life, he took pride in talking about the transformation of his village.
“Earlier when people heard I was from Mangalajodi, they thought I was a thief. They called us a village of thieves. But their view has changed. Now when they hear I am from Mangalajodi, they respect me. People from all around the world come to our village to see our migratory guests.”
Legend has it that the transformation of Mangalajodi began with one man’s repentance. That man was Nanda Kishore Bhujbal from the surrounding Tangi region, and he was overcome with guilt the first time he shot an Egret with an airgun – almost a coming of age ritual in these parts.
He decided to personally renounce poaching and stood up to the most notorious poachers in the area, once even at knife point, ultimately creating the Mahavir Pakshi Suraksha Samiti (a bird protection collective), which was the beginning of a long, painful transformation in the village. The year was 1997 – and the challenge wasn’t just about changing mindsets, but offering sustainable alternative livelihoods. Enter the concept of eco-tourism, facilitated by an organisation called Indian Grameen Services.
Bhujbal’s persistence gradually won over the rest of the poachers, and in a local temple, they pledged against killing their winged guests. Several organizations (including Wild Orissa and Royal Bank of Scotland) joined hands to train the poachers to become birding guides, impart basic English skills and equip them with the ways of the hospitality industry.
Delicious vegan food at Mangalajodi Ecotourism.
It all made sense on the marshlands as we rowed along, as my guide rattled off the names of migratory birds and related stories of their breeding and feeding habits – the poachers knew their prey so well, it only made sense that they would make excellent guides! And indeed, twenty years later, the guide and boatman I was sailing down Chilika Lake with, were both ex-poachers.
85 families in Mangalajodi make their living through tourism now. By day, they work as birding guides, boatmen and hospitality staff. By night, they patrol the marshlands for any illegal poaching, since protecting the birds is their primary source of livelihood.
“But it’s not just about our livelihoods. These migratory birds, who come from far off corners of the world to our marshlands, are our guests. We have to protect our guests.”
The birds have noticed the transformation in Mangalajodi too: over the years, the migratory bird population has grown from 5,000 to 3,00,000 per year!
A flock of black winged godwits. Photo: Ranbir Mahapatra (CC)
Although the transformation of Mangalajodi’s infamous poachers is remarkable, only a short walk around the area made me realize that issues like poverty, sanitation and open defecation continue to plague the village.
But as we rowed away on our wooden canoe, deep into the marshlands, and I observed my ex-poacher guide and boatman intently spotting birds, it struck me that if there is one place that gives me hope that no change is impossible, it is Mangalajodi.
A fisherman in the marshland of Mangalajodi.
Mangalajodi: Travel tips
How to reach Mangalajodi: Take a flight to Bhubaneshwar, from where Mangalajodi is an easy 2 hour drive.
Where to stay in Mangalajodi: Stay at the community-run Mangalajodi Ecotourism Campus to get an insight into the transformation of the village. The facilities are pretty basic, but the food is delicious and the conversations thought-provoking.
Best time to visit Mangalajodi / Chilika Lake: November to February is the best season to see migratory birds.
A note on speciesism: The idea that we shouldn’t discriminate based on species, puts in perspective Mangalajodi’s attempt to stop the poaching of birds for food, but not fishing. While 85 families in the village now earn their livelihood through tourism, nearly 750 families continue to rely on the waters of Chilika Lake to kill, catch, sell and eat fish. Why are we so attuned to thinking that it’s ‘normal’ to eat some animals and not others?
Egret, the bird that inspired guilt and transformation in Mangalajodi. Bikash Das (CC)
Have you come across any inspiring stories of wildlife conservation in India?
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Recommended reading:
This Man Felt Guilty about Killing a Bird. So Saved an Entire Bird Sanctuary!
The Magic of Mangalajodi
Deep Intellect: The Heartwarming Story of an Octopus
Also read:
Wildlife Tourism: Are We Saving the Tiger?
Why Satpura National Park is the Most Unique in India
Why Long Term Travel is More Like Real Life and Less Like Instagram
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