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Awwwww Crap. What could possibly be so heartbreaking to make Stheno cry?

DilyV wrote:What could possibly be so heartbreaking to make Stheno cry?

Misses her sister.

Well... THAT hit a nerve...

being reminded of a dead sibling would do that.

DilyV wrote:Awwwww Crap. What could possibly be so heartbreaking to make Stheno cry?

Tough as nails as she tries to be, and as much fun as she pokes, she's still a protective older sister. Now she's gone, and having it pointed out how much the little tyke in front of you reminds you of the one you lost has to hurt.

So, Medusa and Stheno went somewhere... and Stheno was at least nominally in charge (in her own mind at least)... and something really bad happened? Stheno's memories just kicked her very hard?

(Given her reputation, it seems fitting that Stheno's hair-snake appears to be a cobra.)

Neither, Castella reminded Stheno of a young Medusa. Medusa eventually grew up.

"I- I hurt something that could- could cry?"

-sound familiar? THAT's how Castela figure if you're worth worrying about

Medusa was the only mortal Gorgon.

Sgt. Howard wrote:Well... THAT hit a nerve...

THAT was what I meant by Chekov's gun.

Stheno just equated Castela=Medusa.

It'll always hurt. All those you were close to, that are now gone. My parents passed away months apart in 2009, even though they had been divorced since the late 80s. I still miss them, and occasionally get what Jed Clampett would correctly term "right powerful lonesome." You can actually feel that space where they were, the sense, the not feeling their presence in the waking world.

After a long protracted kicking ass and taking names of ill health, my Uncle Tom Ware, Native American musician and great representative of both Kiowa and Comanche culture, passed away. He was Ma's baby brother, and very close to all his nieces and nephews, and a good father to his kids. He was one of the only relatives to come check on me long after others went on with their lives after Ma's passing. The last couple of years, he would come by either my work, or my house on my days off, and I'd help him by checking the mail at the post office, and go shopping by finding the fastest available electric cart at Wal Mart. I would be asked if I was his Caregiver, but I'd correct them by saying I was more of a valet, as he usually could do most things by himself, and only needed someone to reach the top of the store shelves occasionally. He was going to see a specialist in Iowa for problems with the titanium hardware in his leg from an accident years and years before, and would take time to visit my three siblings in Kansas either on the way up or back. He always gave something to my nieces (both of whom are close in age to each other and Pickle), always two of the same thing so neither one would feel slighted. He got to tell me stories about his childhood, some of which I've only heard from Ma's side, and some of the bar fights he and my Dad had to brawl their way out of. He had connections to Native American rock bands Xit and Redbone, personally knew Michael Martin Murphy, had several albums of flute music, and several albums of Blues music with his own band Blues Nation. If you ever saw the TV miniseries about Gen. Custer, "Son Of The Morning Star" and heard the Native American flute music in it, that was Uncle Tom. He really got along with us four of Ma's kids, because we were never star struck with him. He was the one that Ma "Raised from a pup" as she would say, after they had lost their father when they were very young. You can't be awestruck with someone when you know their older sister rolled them in the dirt and other rough-housing. I'm going to miss some of the things he had in common with Ma, like asking me Math questions when he knew darn well I have the number skills of an ice cube, or being able to rely on the random trivia that rolls around in my big ol' head.

Now I have to deal with knowing he isn't here, to feel his empty space. But he left us all with plenty of lessons and stories we'll all use in our lives. His three kids are very close to Ma's four kids, and we still have each other.

But sometimes, you just need to feel Right Powerful Lonesome, because you loved someone that much. And it's alright to cry at those times. Stheno's pen and ink emotions are just as valid as my flesh and blood ones. I raise my Doctor Johnny Fever-size mug of tea in memory of those gone ahead, and recall what Oz the Great and Powerful said to the Tin Woodsman, "Remember, my sentimental friend: a Heart is not measured by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others."

Duh. I only took a quick glance at the page when it was first up; i just looked again and realised that that middle panel is a flashback.

Emphasis, i think, on "flash" - like lightning.

Interesting. In the most widely known version of the Gorgon story, the snake hair comes from a curse from Athena after Medusa and Poseidon desecrated one of her temples, she went after Medusa, and Medusa's sisters stood with her and defied the goddess. In the WS universe, they were snake haired at a very early age. This fits in with other myths that say the Gorgons were monsters (classical definition) from the get-go...

Euryale had access to the Library even back then?

eee wrote:Interesting. In the most widely known version of the Gorgon story, the snake hair comes from a curse from Athena after Medusa and Poseidon desecrated one of her temples, she went after Medusa, and Medusa's sisters stood with her and defied the goddess. In the WS universe, they were snake haired at a very early age. This fits in with other myths that say the Gorgons were monsters (classical definition) from the get-go...

Euryale had access to the Library even back then?

Mythics and Mundanes both had access to the Library, up until that whole mess at Alexandria. After that, Humans had next to none. The Gorgeous Gorgons were allowed. And, it looks like Euryale and Medusa were quite similar to Atsali and Castela.

The going theory I have is that the portals stopped working when the calendar machine malfunctioned, but that's just my little head canon. YMMV.

Someone give Stheno a hug, STAT!

kingklash wrote:It'll always hurt. All those you were close to, that are now gone. My parents passed away months apart in 2009, even though they had been divorced since the late 80s. I still miss them, and occasionally get what Jed Clampett would correctly term "right powerful lonesome." You can actually feel that space where they were, the sense, the not feeling their presence in the waking world.

After a long protracted kicking ass and taking names of ill health, my Uncle Tom Ware, Native American musician and great representative of both Kiowa and Comanche culture, passed away. He was Ma's baby brother, and very close to all his nieces and nephews, and a good father to his kids. He was one of the only relatives to come check on me long after others went on with their lives after Ma's passing. The last couple of years, he would come by either my work, or my house on my days off, and I'd help him by checking the mail at the post office, and go shopping by finding the fastest available electric cart at Wal Mart. I would be asked if I was his Caregiver, but I'd correct them by saying I was more of a valet, as he usually could do most things by himself, and only needed someone to reach the top of the store shelves occasionally. He was going to see a specialist in Iowa for problems with the titanium hardware in his leg from an accident years and years before, and would take time to visit my three siblings in Kansas either on the way up or back. He always gave something to my nieces (both of whom are close in age to each other and Pickle), always two of the same thing so neither one would feel slighted. He got to tell me stories about his childhood, some of which I've only heard from Ma's side, and some of the bar fights he and my Dad had to brawl their way out of. He had connections to Native American rock bands Xit and Redbone, personally knew Michael Martin Murphy, had several albums of flute music, and several albums of Blues music with his own band Blues Nation. If you ever saw the TV miniseries about Gen. Custer, "Son Of The Morning Star" and heard the Native American flute music in it, that was Uncle Tom. He really got along with us four of Ma's kids, because we were never star struck with him. He was the one that Ma "Raised from a pup" as she would say, after they had lost their father when they were very young. You can't be awestruck with someone when you know their older sister rolled them in the dirt and other rough-housing. I'm going to miss some of the things he had in common with Ma, like asking me Math questions when he knew darn well I have the number skills of an ice cube, or being able to rely on the random trivia that rolls around in my big ol' head.

Now I have to deal with knowing he isn't here, to feel his empty space. But he left us all with plenty of lessons and stories we'll all use in our lives. His three kids are very close to Ma's four kids, and we still have each other.

But sometimes, you just need to feel Right Powerful Lonesome, because you loved someone that much. And it's alright to cry at those times. Stheno's pen and ink emotions are just as valid as my flesh and blood ones. I raise my Doctor Johnny Fever-size mug of tea in memory of those gone ahead, and recall what Oz the Great and Powerful said to the Tin Woodsman, "Remember, my sentimental friend: a Heart is not measured by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others."

Damn amazing life he led, thank you for telling his story to the forum. Be proud, do not lose his memory, let your feelings honor him. I do this to hold dear the ones I have lost.

kingklash wrote:Now I have to deal with knowing he isn't here, to feel his empty space. But he left us all with plenty of lessons and stories we'll all use in our lives. His three kids are very close to Ma's four kids, and we still have each other.

Treasure your memories of him, kingklash!

Thanks for mentioning him here. There are some samples and videos of him and his music out on the Web, and it's beautiful music he played! Definitely going to order CDs of whatever's in print!