Found You With My Eyes Closed


It’s been so long.

Peering cautiously out of one barely opened eye, my mind harkens back to those old dreams of flight.  I recall the strange sensation — it was more like floating in zero gravity after springing nimbly into the air, than actually flying.  This time was similar.  Only instead of rising up exuberantly, then floating tranquilly, this feeling was one of leaping from one thing to another.  That’s me, a rehabilitated Tarzan swinging from tapestry to tapestry in some huge library in my head.  Momentum was again my friend but now gravity was an unspoken nemesis I had to respect in order to soar through the air the way I loved to.

Again I recognize the importance of staying in the middle.  Not so much in the sense of balance or moderation, as is usually the case, but for the crucial sake of survival.  This is new.  This instinctual restraint is not inborn, but the result of knowing firsthand what happens.  If you let the joy of the magic take you too high too fast, the magic consumes you.  And now there’s the new knowledge of the opposite extreme.  Flying low, slowly and apathetically, is safe.  But there’s the gradual descent that inevitably follows.  I had taken it too far, this fear of burning up in the sun.  For too long I had dutifully meandered the earth like a good human, bent on mediocrity and the general consensus.

But that’s not real, anymore than television is.  And it certainly does not satisfy, the way a well-oiled meal enjoyed in the company of good friends would.  Most importantly, it’s not life-sustaining.  Moving through the air and practicing physics in a dream-state is the cure, and I drink up the experience much like I would down a gulp of water offered up by a mystical cactus in the sweltering heat of the desert.

I breathe.  Hope still lives.

Nipp Mousetrap

They say that good things come in small packages.  Although usually I reserve that phrase for tiny treats or those nifty little bottles of travel shampoo, I think in this scenario it definitely applies.  I’m talking about Nipp Mousetrap, of course.  She may be diminutive of stature, but this calico Charr is a creative powerhouse.  Her alter ego (shall we call her Aywren?) has quite the internet presence. Where should I begin?


If you’re on Tumblr and you’re part of the Guild Wars 2 community, maybe you’ve already seen her.  Otherwise known as White Charr, Nipp has a great Guild Wars 2 blog that she regularly updates with all kinds of GW2 fan art, timely news, and random bits of in-game humor.  If you enjoy art and like to stay in-the-know about the latest Guild Wars 2 updates, following her is highly recommended.


Not only does Aywren appreciate art, she’s an artist herself.  And a writer to boot!  Below is the cover she drew for “Dreigiau Book 1,” the first of 4 books in her Dreigiau series.  Also, if you have a Kindle, your needs have been provided for.  To date, she has 2 Kindle Edition eBooks, the first of which is available free at Amazon.  Readers of the fantasy genre, I can’t think of any reason not to check it out.


This is just a small sampling of the artwork and creative writing of one Nipp Mousetrap.  To stay informed about ongoing and new Sygnus Network projects, maybe the best thing to do is subscribe to Aywren’s blog.

Last but not least, Aywren is the guild leader of Wayrift [WAY] (along with her buddy and co-conspirator Syn)!


  • We’re named after the Wayrift Webcomic
  • We call the Dragonbrand server our home
  • Aywren’s warrior Tsuya Tai likes Garlic Bread and frequently carries it in his bags