~/ I hesitate posting this because I'm still just getting past the shock state, but the grief is setting in and I know that for many of you Kit was a personality you knew, so to tribute her correctly I want to do it while I'm feeling just vulnerable enough to pay her the respect she is due.
She was a Celt, for sure a personna that led me and my TNN buddy to view her as one of the finest roleplayers in KOY. She was vicious and ruthless and all around the vision of a vixen.
And she was my friend. We stayed in contact after Yserbius was no more, we continued to roleplay together in MUSHes and met yearly in real life at Gatherings, or just to visit a Ren Faire.
I was the keeper of the Blender of Doom, but she was the instigator of those who drank from it.
She was a friend and protector and mother-figure to two beautiful women who expanded their lives by knowing her.
We stopped talking a few years ago, just cause life happens and families happen and work happens, but I have pictures of the days where we gathered and lived life the way it was meant to be lived, pictures that come to mind even though I haven't looked at them in years.
I've emailed quite a few folks tonight, whom I haven't talked to in far too long to share the news of her passing. Friends I know likely share the same shock as me. She was our age, and clearly taken before her time.
And so lets visit the Tavern, and raise a silent glass. In tribute.
I love you Cyn. I'm sorry I didn't express it more often before it was too late.
She was a Celt, for sure a personna that led me and my TNN buddy to view her as one of the finest roleplayers in KOY. She was vicious and ruthless and all around the vision of a vixen.
And she was my friend. We stayed in contact after Yserbius was no more, we continued to roleplay together in MUSHes and met yearly in real life at Gatherings, or just to visit a Ren Faire.
I was the keeper of the Blender of Doom, but she was the instigator of those who drank from it.
She was a friend and protector and mother-figure to two beautiful women who expanded their lives by knowing her.
We stopped talking a few years ago, just cause life happens and families happen and work happens, but I have pictures of the days where we gathered and lived life the way it was meant to be lived, pictures that come to mind even though I haven't looked at them in years.
I've emailed quite a few folks tonight, whom I haven't talked to in far too long to share the news of her passing. Friends I know likely share the same shock as me. She was our age, and clearly taken before her time.
And so lets visit the Tavern, and raise a silent glass. In tribute.
I love you Cyn. I'm sorry I didn't express it more often before it was too late.