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 Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 9:50 am
Anbu had arrived at the park about an hour earlier, hoping to find Vanyel. Of course...it failed. After an hour of looking, it finally resigned itself to a tree, climbing up into its branches and waiting for some unsuspecting child to pass under it. Of course...said child had to look entertaining. The trickster stretched and watched a few boring-looking kids pass under. It seemed it was going to be a long wait.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 6:44 pm
Vanyel just so happened to be an hour late for a meeting she hadn't even known about! And to top it off, newly grown woman would pick the tree the trickster was hiding within to read her new found book. The Dante Club. Kitten had refused to allow her to read it, so the girl had snuck it out and now curled up in the shade of the tree to enjoy the wonderful novel that had her so entranced.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:28 pm
"Please don't stray too far away, Amahté. I'm just going across the street to pick up some new music sheets, so please, please, please stay here. Amahté? Are you listening?"
"Hm? I'm sorry, were you speaking?"
Mary seemed to split her lower lip with her teeth in that instant, and with a resigned sigh and shook her head, "Just stay in the park, all right? I'll be right back."
And though the boy turned promptly and left, she stood there and watched his back until he was well into the park. It looked as though she had been the one dropped off and left to her own devices, but she too finally turned and reluctantly crossed the street.
There really was no one of interest to him in the area, but it was a chance of fresh air and so he wasn't about to complain. Just yet, anyway. As the small Egyptian strayed through the park with the listlessness of a leaf caught in the wind, he caught a familiar scent. Something like orange.
His eyes narrowed and he turned his gaze towards a tree not too far away, and the girl lying comfortably in its shade. Amahté couldn't help himself. He drew nearer.
Too bad he didn't know about the little hellion in the boughs above!
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:39 pm
Anbu grinned. It was its lucky day! TWO interesting people! The girl seemed VERY familiar...especially with all that orange and the scent of the fruit...But that wasn't relevant at the moment. Right now...
The little trickster quickly moved and descended from tree to ground in the quickest possible manner: letting go and hitting the ground, ball first. It made sure not to hit either of the people, but the sound of the ball hitting the ground and then Anbu hitting the ball was certain to set someone off.
"Good day, good day! Do wish to play a game?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:55 pm
The girl's calm nature was not in the least disturbed by the sudden dropping of ball and child beside her, though that might have been because every time she came to the park she expected the boy to find her to finish her game.
Closing her book after dogging the page she sat up and set it off to the side with a warm smile for the genderless figure she'd always deemed male. "Ah, hello there Anbu," she started before noticing a certain Egyptian behind him and her smile grew even larger, "And Amahte too! My, I seem to be quite the lucky one today!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:44 pm
Vanyel may have taken Anbu's appearance in stride, but Amahté certainly didn't! He was not fond of surprises!
With a yell he fell back, chest heaving, and the most bewildered look on his face. It was something amidst fury, disgust, and incredulity - the nerve to catch HIM off guard! However, there was a keen sense of embarrassment as well at being caught unawares, and he fought with his own face to keep himself from coloring at the excitement.
"No, I don't want to play a game! I'm not HERE for games!" he snapped at the androgynous figure. The fact that he had frightened him added to the instantaneous dislike and made him all the more irritable.
Amahté whipped around at the sound of his name, switching his scathing glare from Anbu to Vanyel, though it was there that it spluttered and died. He scrunched up his face with a sniff - that again, offered oranges - a line cutting through his brows.
"Who are you?
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 6:11 pm
Anbu was utterly surprised itself. First, the girl seemed to know it. It didn't remember anyone quite like her...This was going to be interesting...
"Uh...you seem familiar, yet I cannot quite place you..."
The second surprise was the boy. He was VERY entertaining, as Anbu hadn't quite expected such a severe reaction...but oh was it loved! Anbu sniggered at the half-naked boy, then grinned and bowed on top of its ball.
"I am Anbu, entertainer extraordinair."
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 7:54 pm
Finding, to her great dismay, that the two boys had completely forgotten their orange friend, the woman put on a great pout of disapproval and crossed her arms over her chest. "You've forgotten me? You both have forgotten me already? How many girls do you know as orange as I am?" she asked with an annoyed sniff before reaching down and grabbing the book she'd left within the shaded grass.
If that's how they were going to be then she would simply leave. No reason to be stuck having to talk to the two boys, even if she did cast a bit of a lingering gaze upon Amahte. If he was as god-like as he enjoyed claiming, and indeed knew all that there was to know, then he should have recognized her.
Not that Vanyel had ever bought into his little charade, but she'd thought it cute enough to indulge. "I guess I'll just leave you two then. Clearly I've mistaken the two of you for friends I thought I'd had."
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 1:13 pm
"Well, entertainer extraordinair, I am not entertained." Amahté almost pouted - had he been a lesser man, maybe! but he kept his lower lip in check; or so he thought.
It hit him like a bushel of oranges and the little boy sucked in a breath harshly, hiccuping on it. There was no WAY this young woman could be the girl from the sandbox. People were prone to growing, but this was one extreme growth spurt; not even a god could achieve something that quick!
"Hold!" he shouted, high voice colored with what - desperation? He hated being left in the dark. The Scent approached Vanyel and inspected her closely. The recognition was there in his eyes, plain as day and slightly panicked, but he acted like an old man who had lost his spectacles, peering here and there.
"You can't be..." he said finally, his age evident in the petulance in his voice. He stared at her full in the face, his lips a thin, worried line.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 10:12 pm
Anbu blinked, then paled. How...how on earth could this...This young woman was VANYEL?!?! "Nono! I'm most sorry for not recognizing you Vanyel...your new appearance threw me for quite the loop." Anbu felt like a fool now. A very big fool.
Anbu sniggered at Amahté. Oh yes...this strange boy proved to be most entertaining. "Well, Mr. Unentertained, might I know your name?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 8:02 pm
"I can be and I am," femme said with a huff, pulling the book against her chest and crossing her arms over both in an irritated gesture. Honestly, she didn't think she looked all that different besides the fact that she'd gotten slightly taller and filled out a bit. Her hair was still the same, glasses black rimmed and partially hiding the orange freckle spots around her eyes.
Vanyel shot the Egyptian boy an angry glare from behind those rims. "His name is Amahte, but I wouldn't commit it to memory as he apparently will not commit yours to his."
Orange girl gave a sniff and a roll of her eyes. Pleasant? Hardly. Not after two someones went and forgot her!
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 3:53 pm
Anbu had been thrown for a loop? Amahté could barely formulate a coherent sentence, let alone swallow the fact that his young woman was the little girl he had met some time ago. Though she patronized him with her words, he did not grow angry - perhaps frustrated, more at himself than anything - and it was enough to make his tongue tie into a firm knot. He looked positively taken aback!
"I..." he finally managed. He struggled, physically almost, to spit the words out. "I coul-- didn't forget you."
He sounded offended, cattish, and in a sense belligerent. And perhaps beneath the mask of all of his surprise, hurt. Not that he had any right to be when she had been the one he had reluctantly recognized - but he wasn't about to tell her that.
The Scent's lips became thin and colorless as they sealed together, and he shot a glare at Anbu, since he couldn't very well find it in himself to stare angrily at Vanyel.
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