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 Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 10:39 am
Tabia liked the forest in bloom. She loved the trees, the flowers, the colors. Sure, it wasn't as exciting as the city, but it was nice to have something to look at so close to home. The garden too, was engaging. Yes, she liked the spring forest, the summer forest, the autumn forest that was just like Otessa, her aunt.
What she didn't like was the winter forest. The winter forest, with the snow melted by a recent rain. Trees gone bald, dead grayish brown beneath her feet. Nothing to look at, nothing to see, nothing that glowed and pulsed and danced.
In the trees around the compound, young Tabia was doing her best to resolve this issue. She had her colored markers and she was drawing frantically on the slender white trunk of a tree, trying to make it interesting, trying to bring life back.
Around her neck, Sussare, her father's familiar, watched in her serpent form. As such, the little girl was being supervised despite the obvious lack of a parent within eyesight. Tabia seemed involved, if not happy, as she added splashes of bright red to the yellow scribbles she'd so far introduced.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 6:40 am
Brennan was supposed to be sleeping, it was the time his mother had designated for napping and he was meant to be curled up in his bed dreaming about clay castles. Instead the growing toddler had woken up shortly after he gone to sleep due to thirst. It was only when the young ames had seen that his mother was having a nap of her own on the couch that the desire for a drink was replaced by something else. If he could be very very quiet about it Brennan could go outside and perhaps see Nadia again without anyone ever knowing. It wasn't really breaking rules if his mother wasn't awake enough to find out.
Getting outside had been fairly easy. the only lock on the door was on on the handle and he was able to twisted that after a few tries, opening the door and slipping out was harder to do quietly becuase his coat was puffy and brushed against stuff but the boy managed. Once Brennan closed the apartment door behind him he grinned devilishly and made his way towards the stairs so he could go outside.
Outside however proved to be far less interesting than Brennan had originally hoped it would be. With this winters snow melted everything was squishy and smelly but not in a good way. It was only upon spotting tracks in the mud that he could follow that Brennan found anything worth being outside for at all. Maybe they were Nadia's and here truck would be unbroken by now.
Moving as fast as his legs would carry him Brennan follow the foot prints into the forest only to find a girl that was decidedly not Nadia coloring on trees. "Why are you doing that?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:49 pm
It was Sussare, not Tabia, that heard the boy's coming. It was Sussare that hisses into Tabia's ear and Sussare that tightened around her arm until the young girl finally looked away from her project and saw that she was being addressed. She stared for a minute, trying to decide whether she liked him and not quite able to reach a conclusion. He wasn't bright, no. But at least he wasn't white. He wasn't icky snowy muddy gray. He wasn't desert sand gold.
Of course, he was something. Which rather made her wish she could turn him into something else. Everything was at it's best when it was being what it wasn't. Which might explain the fact that she was entirely covered in marker tattoos.
"I'm coloring." She replied, which as far as she was concerned, answered the question. Coloring was both a means and an end. It justified itself.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a few more markers and held them out to the stranger. "Wanna help?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:32 pm
Brennan thought about the offer for about half a second before he nodded and reached out to take the markers. "Can I colour anything?" The boy's grey eyes looking down at his own skin as he asked the question. The trees might look much better if they bore the same markings as the silver lines that zigged and zagged all over his dark green skin.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:47 pm
Tabia paused at the question, her scribbling hand stilling. She turned, giving the boy her full attention for the first time. Her expression was one of puzzled curiosity, an expression made somewhat more difficult to read by the stripes of colors that criss-crossed her face. Sussare twined back up her arm, peering in turn.
"It's coloring." She said, firmly, and with the slightest hint of haughtiness. The boy's question were silly, and he talked more than anyone she'd ever met. Of course, the talking was nice, but the questions were weird. "Its for everything."
"Haven't you ever colored before?" The arrogance was gone from her tone, replaced with something a bit more like pity. "Don't you have markers? Or paint? Or crayons? Or pens? Or chalk? Or--" She trailed off, having temporarily run out of ideas for coloring materials.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 12:34 am
Of course he'd coloured before but this was where she was colouring and maybe she only wanted certain things on the trees. Brennan frowned as he was lectured, he felt silly now and his cheeks were warm even if blush would never show due his dark green skin.
"I colour sometimes," the words were grumbled as defensively as one his age could manage. He liked play-dough and legos better than colouring but he did do it.
Determined to prove to the marker covered girl that he knew what he was doing Brennan began to scrawl reasonable looking mimics of his own markings on the tree beside him in bright orange. Still something niggled at the back of his brain "What's chalk?" he asked curiously. Was it related to chocolate becuase it sort of sounded like it might be, though why you would colour with food he had no idea.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 10:06 am
If reasonable representations of anything, or even simple neatness, were the measures of this game, the boy was far ahead of Tabia in the ranks. Her scribbles were chaotic and unpredictable, she seemed focused on covering the tree with as much of as many colors as possible without any attempt to make it look like anything, or even look neat.
She had a pink marker in her hand at the moment, and was standing on tip toe to get to the area at the very top of his range.
"Ground crayons. They wash off." The last was said with the slightest hint of irritation. She did not like things that washed off.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:44 pm
" You can colour the ground?" Brennan was truly shocked by this novel concept." But it's already colourful." There was grass and dirt and pebbles and flowers that were shiny and bright to look at. Even if you could colour it, and Brennan still didn't know how you coloured glass or dirt, it wasn;t like you'd add much coloured.
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