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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:08 pm
There was something soothing about the silence and the artwork, Julien decided as he padded through the museum, occasionally stopping at pictures. Mireille was growing more and more willing to let him do his own thing as he seemed to get older, so today, he'd asked for a ride to the museum. She'd promised to return in five hours or so, as the museum closed, and he suspected she was taking the opportunity to focus on her next novel.
It gave Julien some time to himself to wander the halls of artwork, and he did just that, oblivious to (or perhaps ignoring) the pointed look the guards were giving as he paused in front of Monet's Waterlilies, just staring at the soft colors of the picture while he listened to the carefully hushed bustle around him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 12:04 am
"I'm not sure if I like it or not..." Shyer began, leaning in as far as the line in front of her allowed. The line was a protective measure of course and a little alarm went off whenever someone overstepped, alerting any security guard on hand. This would not be much of a problem though as at current a stern looking elderly man was watching her and the young Aelia with quite the suspicious look. Ah well, it wasn’t like either of them was about to grab a painting and run, or smear sweaty handprints over the oil works.
The museum had been Shyer’s idea. Aelia had been once more dragged along though, made to learn about the mortal couture which had somehow come to both amuse and disgust the young fae. There was a lot within the world to which she was new to and she liked to think herself an unbiased judge to each new thing, but when it came to looking at the rendition of nature and being there to experience it, there was no comparison for Aelia. This was the reason she was so bored that afternoon, hearing the self-important opinions of Shyer who, being no art critic, still felt it her job to tell Aelia all her decided likes and dislikes of each piece they viewed.
She yawned, feeling the heat of the sun brush against her now invisible wings. She’d mastered a shallow glamour. Easily seen through by anyone who simply wished to, but adequate for the quite and generally solitary art gallery. It had been a disappointment when even Shyer had looked surprised to see a lovely blonde little girl a wire framed flowery fairy costume following hair. Aelia knew Shyer could see through it, Shyer simply didn’t want to though.
Her eyes surveyed the surroundings, at current a self portrait of some unknown artist was being inspected by a larger picture soon caught her eye in the ‘local artists section’ and she, without thought to her occupied guardian, felt it in the better interest of herself to go look at it in detail.
“Hmm, well it’s not the best, still don’t get what it means. But sure, I guess it’s ok.” Shyer surmised, turning to locate her young ward with a smile and to ask if their opinions were of the same likeness. That is, she would have had a young girl in a knockoff fairy costume been there to ask it of. Immediately worry began to settle in the pit of her stomach. Had someone seen through the glamour? Where could she have gotten to? She looked left and right, seeing no sign of the disguised Ashe. Oh crap.
“Aelia? Aelia!” She called out.
Thinking to ask the security guard if he’d seen the girl run off she stopped and started to head opposite the way she’d started. But on scanning the area for the same stern man she found he too had disappeared. Oh yeah so NOW she wasn’t a threat to the precious artworks.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:23 am
Eventually, Julien moved on, padding through the halls as he looked slowly at each piece of art, waiting for one to capture his attention as Monet's had. But what caught his attention wasn't a painting or sculpture, when it happened. Instead, it was the sight of a little girl in a costume wandering through the same halls, without a parent of any kind around. Noting the glowering guard following her, Julien just shook his head and moved forward to fall into step beside her.
"Hello," he offered, smiling gently.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 5:42 pm
Aelia turned her head from the painting she’s been looking at, taking notice not of the colours, textures, shapes etc. etc. but merely the sheer simplicity. She marvelled that a human could take something like a blank canvas and turn it into something so closely resembling what they saw. It was the time that it ever occurred to her that painting or drawing would be a suitable hobby for once such as herself. To sit and stare at the surroundings and show them as only your mind saw them. To create from nothing were once was something. However the idea of having to sit and wash the paints all day, sniffing such noxious fumes was despairing. The idea needed more thought put towards it.
Sone with thinking, and pulled out of it rather forcefully, she turned her attention to the person who had now said hello. He was older than herself, much older and looked extremely comfortable in what he was wearing. What she most noted though was the flock of fluffy white hair on his head and she had the distinct desire to curl it around her fingers to test just how fluffy it was.
“Hello.”
She answered shyly, taken aback at his foreword approach while the ‘stranger danger’ lecture ran through her head. Shyer had grilled her on it for about a week before letting her out the house again.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 8:23 pm
Julien stood beside her, slipping his hands into his pockets as though to reassure her that he didn't intend to grab her and run off. He hesitated over what to say, but eventually decided to go with nothing more than the simple truth about why he'd approached. "I think maybe you lost your companion," he noted, eyes on the painting rather than on her. He didn't want to appear threatening, really, and he definitely didn't want her to run off for some reason before he could help.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:00 pm
Aelia looked questioningly back at him, unsure why anyone with a bad intent might stop to pint out that she had lost someone. Thinking that way she decided that he must not have any ill will in mind and relaxed a little. Something seemed very...familiar about him anyways. Forgetting that trail of thought though, she turned her head left and right to try and locate Shyer. Apparently the mortal thought it wise to move on without her charge. This was n obvious sign that she had not lost Shyer. If Shyer had been lost and known it Shyer would have stayed put waiting for Aelia to come back. Aelia thought on this statement...but that would mean that she herself was lost.
The idea to be so discarded was a little disconcerting, still if she was going to be lost she might as well correct the person who still thought someone else had been lost in case they started looking for the wrong person.
"I didn't lose Shyer, she lost me. It's different."
She stated matter of factly, reaching up on tip toes to get a better look at the fluffy locks of the young man. They were, as Shyer would put it, adorable.
Damn it! Shyer thought, retracing her steps trying to find the child until she was back at the entrance, a hook nosed receptionist looking at her over the top of a book. The place must be buzzing with activity Shyer sighed sarcastically to herself. Being paid to read a book on the job, that should be me, not her. Wonder if they’re hiring…It struck her then that as a receptionist she might have seen Aelia go past at some point. She jogged over to the desk, earning a little sniff od disapproval at distracting said receptionist from her book.
“Yes?” The receptionist enquired, putting her book down to look more ‘on the job’.
“H-have you seen a little girl? She’s blonde and…running around in a fairy costume.”
Shyer asked, hoping something would come of it. A girl in a fairy costume is generally a bit of an eyesore.
Hook-nosed tapped her desk patiently, thinking before giving a sullen ‘no’ as a reply and asking if she’d like to put a message over the intercom asking for the girl.
Shyer chewed her lip, it wasn’t that she didn’t need to find Aelia, but putting ‘lost child please come to blah blah’ was sort of embarrassing. Especially if Aelia didn’t come. She’d have to look like the irresponsible adult who was unable to look after their kid waiting at the front desk. Uh uh, no way no how was she gonna let anyone think that.
“No…I’ll guess I’ll find her. This place isn’t so big anyways right?” The question was rhetorical but the receptionist couldn’t help but failing suppress at laugh at that statement.
Okay…so maybe it was that big.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:14 pm
Precocious was the first word that popped into Julien's head at her statement, and he found himself grinning a little more. Somehow, those words reminded him strongly of Toulouse. "Well," he offered in return, blinking as he saw her lift onto tiptoe. Not quite sure what she wanted, he knelt down, continuing his train of thought. "Whoever lost who, maybe I can help you find her. Two sets of eyes are better than one, after all. And," he lowered his voice a bit, taking on a confiding tone, "maybe it'll help you lose your shadow, too." He nodded his head a little toward the stern guard, his eyes dancing at the thought. "I'm Julien, by the way, but you can call me Jules, if you like?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:58 am
A tiny smile with wide eyes lifted the corners of Aelia's mouth, seeing the other curly locks of his hair settle as gentle as the clouds did upon each other. Realising how rude it was to stare though she slipped back down off her toes, listening to what this stranger had to say. A worried look overcame her small features, taking a precautionary step back.
A tall older person who'd found her alone, had talked to her without hesitation and was more than happy to lead her around the large building to 'find' someone. This alone sounded very...odd but it didn't help that he'd also noted the security guard ( which she's also only noticed once HE'D pointed them out ) and wished to lose the hawk eyes watcher. Her eyes narrowed. He seemed very friendly but...
"N-no. I'd rather not."
She mumbled, childish fear she wished she could have kept down broke through on the last word as she'd tried to emphasise it. Where had Shyer wandered off to?
Still panicking Shyer was flying around ( the opposite side ) of the gallery trying to call for her, while still trying to look calm and keep her voice toned down. The result was a suspicious adult whom was stalking someone named Aelia in poor and inconspicuous manner. Where else could she look? In her panic she also paid little attention to the shuffling group of security cards that regarded this strange woman, speaking muffled words into their walkie-talkies and advising those who could not see the estranged woman to be on the look out should she come their way. She just might be planning a heist.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 6:29 am
Blinking at the way Aelia reacted, Julien stepped back as well, wanting to give her the space she obviously needed. The concept that he might be a danger in her eyes never once occurred to him, but if he made her upset for some reason, he didn't want to make it worse. "Okay," he said, his smile gentling as he nodded. "But you might want to at least stay in one place, hmm? That way, Shyer will be able to find you more easily." He paused, looking around the room for a moment before noting a bench in front of a large painting of a picnic. "How about there? You can sit down and wait and look all at once?" He pointed, making no move toward the bench himself... though the way her brow had furrowed in worry, he wasn't about to leave her completely alone. He could look at the paintings in this room as slowly as it took to make sure she was safe and found.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 6:24 pm
Aelia breathed a sigh out, suspicion fleeing from her eyes. She’d never before suspected anyone of anything and she’d found the feeling of distrust didn’t suit her as well as it often did Shyer. Julien seemed nice enough really and besides walking away alone with him had made no further attempt at something to be considered out of the ordinary. It was worth noting then that perhaps such mistrust or things like ‘stranger danger’ were something made only by humans for humans. Reality was she’d heard of fae taking human children more than humans taking fae so technically it was possible that this youth was in more danger than her. That thought made her smile at least, but she turned into a smile of thanks to his offer of a seat and suitable place to wait. She nodded, following him towards the bench and taking the seat next to him.
Sitting next to him now, she took in more of his appearance than at first. The purple sweater looked warm and comfortable, his jaw line cheeky and reassuring, like even if the world went horribly wrong he’d still smile, look around and say ‘well that sure was one heck of a show!’ That was when she noticed his ears. She couldn’t help but stare at them, when had they got there?
“Your ears…” She started, pointing up at them with curiosity lining her face. “They’re pointed.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 7:02 pm
Julien grinned, leaning a little toward her and lifting one hand to pull away his hair so that she had a better view. "They always have been," he agreed cheerfully. "Know anyone else with pointed ears?" he asked, eyes dancing as he held still. It was calming, knowing that she was seeming to relax at least a little, and hopefully, the ears would keep her distracted until her guardian found her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 7:21 pm
Aelia's eagerness was apparent, she straightened up to get a better look at the appendage, nothing the odd shape and general...abnormality of it. She'd never seen anyone with pointed ears and the fact that this man had them was arousing quite a few suspicions. Unlike Shyer she wasn't blind to other species whom inhabited earth.
"Fearies? Elves?"
She said, answering his question, mind flicking instantly to the previous Ashe child she'd met some time ago. The mention of any Fae always sent her thoughts reeling back to herself and the strangeness surrounding not only her but a few other children she had met. For a moment she considered letting down the glamour she held onto, but was unsure how much of an effect that would create. She didn't want any kind of scene to occur.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 7:25 pm
"I have no idea," Julien admitted, staying hunched down a bit so that she could continue to examine as long as she wanted. "My mother found my egg in a quilt. We've never really known precisely what I am, but it's something not human," he shared. "There are a few others out there who seem to be like me, though."
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 7:39 pm
Aelia continued to inspect the ear, now on knees so she wasn't below his jaw line. She'd come to lately hate her diminutive size and wished dearly to be taller sooner than later. She observed the soft hair more up close. It was the same as human hair, just white and allot fluffier looking. It was here that she decided to tune into his words. Something about an egg and not being...human?
The effect of his words had alarmed her quite a bit and jumped, rather than shuffled, back away from him, seeing him in a different light. So many others had come from eggs but she'd never met one so much older than herself. She cursed herself for not paying so much attention simply because of age, a silly assumption that was now done away with.
"You...you're an Ashe?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 7:56 pm
"Maybe," Julien said, turning to smile at her. "I've never really pushed very hard to figure out exactly what I am. I suppose I think of myself mostly as a Julien. Or Jules, if you prefer," he grinned. "What about you? You know Ashe?"
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