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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 9:48 pm
*He kept looking down at her* They were but a moment ago. They seemed to move while you were telling me about your day. You should be able to move them as you would your arms and legs. Think of them as a second set of arms and try to move them.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 9:52 pm
*Mastema's explination was slightly confusing to the child, but all would be made clear soon*
Trilla: o.o ? So, Trilla has more arms?
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 9:58 pm
*Mastema shook his head* No.. that is not what I meant. Your wings can be moved in the same way you would your arms. They are completely different from your arms, but you should be able to move them the same way. *He chuckled* Try to move them, or stretch them out to your sides
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 10:05 pm
*As Trilla looked at Mastema in question, her wings resume flexing a little to follow with her wonderment*
Trilla: o__o Hmm....Trilla try!
*Trilla blinks a few times before attempting to move her wings any. They seemed unresponsive to her*
Trilla: >_< Hnn...
*Trilla continues trying*
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 10:11 pm
*Mastema just watches for a moment, wondering if Trilla would get it on first try* Your wings will respond to your feelings. You just have to learn what to feel to make them move.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 10:18 pm
*Trilla's wings actually do strech out a bit when she speaks with Mastema next. She seemed somewhat defeated by the task*
Trilla: v.v Trilla's wings don't work. Trilla can't do it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 10:29 pm
*Mastema just grinned softly and knelt down by Trilla* Now now.... you did it before, you will be able to do it again. Just give it time, Trilla; you will learn another time. *Mastema stood back up and lifted Trilla into his arms*
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 10:35 pm
*Feeling somewhat discontent that she had failed Mastema's task, Trilla hangs her head over Mastema's shoulder with a slight grumpy disposition*
Trilla: --_-- ..........
*The door to the room creaks lightly. A hand about the size of Trilla's, opened the door to the room slightly; it was gloved, and black. A second passes before Micha is seen. Why he had come back so soon from the mind was anyone's guess*
Micha: . . . ?
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 10:40 pm
*Mastema just pats Trilla's back lightly. Mastema turned slightly towards the door and nodded to Micha, greeting him with a half grin* Welcome back, Micha
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 10:45 pm
Micha: . . .
*Micha enters the room again, closing the door behind him. Perhaps he was curious as to why Trilla was there, or maybe he had simply heard Mastema talking to someone and came to investigate*
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 10:49 pm
*Mastema, at last deciding he'd had enough of the window, turns and sits back against the bed with Trilla still resting her head on his shoulder. His eyes were closed again in thought and meditation, not paying much mind to Micha*
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 11:01 pm
*Micha watches Mastema move from the window to the bed, with little care. Trilla stayed where she was for now, still disappointed that she couldn't move her wings on command. Micha's wings remained in their natural fold. Micha blankly, looks around the room for a moment before moving to a chair and sitting down. He had a good view of Mastema and Trilla from there, and he could keep track of the door aswell*
Micha: . . .
*Meanwhile, Nana had patched Eecheb up, as well as she could for the time being. In the meantime, his robe was taken from the washer and placed in the dryer. It would be another five minutes or so before his robe was dry*
>.>
I'll probably have to change this before we go out tomorrow. Try not to rough house for a while. I don't want you opening that injury again. Do you understand me Eecheb?
Eecheb: --.-- Yes mama.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 11:08 pm
*Keeping one arm around Trilla, Mastema decided to test something else. Slowly, he brushed the tips of his index and middle fingers against Trilla's wing. Still, he did not offer her any words.... that wasn't his preferred way of handling situations*
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 11:20 pm
*Mastema's actions caused some agitating reaction in Trilla's wings, as both of Trilla's wings flex slightly. Trilla herself remains with her head over Mastema's shoulder; Micha watches, having nothing better to do. Back on level seventy, Eecheb's robe was now washed clean, and dried, not to mention warm and strait out of the dryer. One balancing act later, and Nana successfully re-robes Eecheb. She would change the gaused patch work she'd done, the next day. It wasn't al that bad, so it would heal quickly*
Micha: . . .
^.^
There we go. All right, it's time to get you back to bed.
*Eecheb dragged his feet a little, but he eventually came around*
Eecheb: --.--; Oh, ok.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 11:28 pm
*At least she reacted, but he wasn't sure if she enjoyed the feel, resented it, or just didn't care. With Nana, she had seemed to subtly enjoy it when Mastema stroked his fingers against her feathers. Instead of persisting, Mastema gently ran his palms and fingers against Trilla's hair instead. Maybe she would actually fall asleep. If she did, Mastema would just take her back down to her own room* hmm....
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