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 Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:09 pm
It had been a long night. A long, cold night. Bixbyite had given up on stealing energy for the moment as everyone seemed to be staying inside and out of the snow. And frankly, she wasn't really into breaking and entering just to steal a bit of energy from some random person.
Instead, she was out in the snow, watching as it fell and doing little graceful pirouettes through mounds of the stuff. And then she saw it. Looking up, she could have sworn that she'd seen a snowy white ballerina falling from the sky. Keeping her eyes focused up, she saw more and found herself grinning like a child. Clearly the cold and whiteness everywhere was causing her to hallucinate. But it was a nice hallucination. Laughing softly, she watched one dancer carefully and moved to follow it as it hit the earth. She wanted to know more about these strange beings.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:20 pm
Eira wasn't really going anywhere, or at least the she didn't know where her somewhere was. She was just winding aimlessly through snow mounds in graceful bounds, twirling and sending flurries to blow over the ground in her wake. Her only goal in life was to create a winter wonderland and she was good at it, considering it was pretty much the only purpose for her existence.
Somewhere along the way, she stopped to stare up at an old tree. It was big, old park tree with branches that seemed to stretch right up to the sky. Unfortunately, it seemed to be lacking in the snow department. Those branches should have been bowing under the weight of the snow! She huffed lightly and was just about to make a graceful leap up into the tangle limbs when she noticed something very blue out of the corner of her eye. Winter had a hint of that, but this was almost.. unnatural.
"Oooh," she chimed as she made a graceful turn towards the human, instantly enchanted by the head full of colors. After her meeting with the other one though, she knew that humans had a distinct need for a lot of clothing to keep warm. This human wasn't covered almost at all! "Are you not cold?" She asked of her curiously, leaning forward a little on her toes to get a better look.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:28 pm
Panting a little from her slog through the snow, Bixbyite bent over slightly, her breath making little white puffs in the air as she got her breath and composure back. Staring curiously at the all white girl in the beautiful tutu, she found herself smiling appreciatively. Now this was style.
"Well, you're certainly prettier than the other youma the Queen usually has around. Though, she never said anything about making it snow youma. Or are you one of the Generals' pets? And no, not much cold. At least, not when I'm like this," she replied quickly, gesturing to herself with her hand. Wouldn't a youma know that sort of thing though? Granted, most weren't known for brains, but still.
Still staring with starry eyes, Bixbyite betrayed her relative youth with her next question.
"How did you manage to dance down with the snow? It was pretty!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:38 pm
An impish smile spread across Eira's lips as she was called pretty, though it faded a little with the flurry of foreign words that followed after. "Who is the queen? And what are youma?" The pale, beautiful face seemed troubled at being confronted with something she couldn't understand and her little brows began to furrow. Not to mention, she was pretty sure that less clothes meant more cold, not less. Unless that boy had tricked her somehow? She frowned deeply then and brought a delicate, pale hand up to rub at her temple. These humans were going to get her a headache!
Then her mood took an abrupt shift as the girl inquired instead about her snow making. She loved to talk about snow, she loved anything about snow!
"I did it like this!" As she spoke, she took a few tiny side steps then faded that into a graceful pirouette, her arms sending flurries of snow around her with the motion. She stopped with a smile, surveying her work, then glanced back up at the scantily clad human with a triumphant gleam on her face. "Just like that!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:48 pm
Blinking owlishly, Bixbyite backtracked a bit mentally. If this slender snow girl didn't know who Beryl was, then she wasn't a youma. At least, not in the way Bixbyite knew. Which meant that she should technically attack the girl and siphon away some of that energy, but somehow... no, she couldn't do something like that to someone like this. Besides, the girl made snow appear when she danced. There was no way of knowing if her energy would even be siphonable to begin with. And Bixbyite disliked experimenting. She would simply wait and see if any of her higher ups issued any orders regarding beings like this girl.
"That's really awesome," she said, taking note of the triumphant face. "The only way I can manage that is with a lot of kicking and some pre-existing snow."
Bixbyite chuckled and mimiced the snow girl's dance, adding a little flourish of her own as she carefully moved her feet just so to kick up a little flurry of her own.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:55 pm
Eira managed a little bow at the compliment, flourishing with a dramatic hand gesture. More humans needed to appreciate their work instead of complaining about it like she'd so often heard.
Then a peal of giggles flowed from her lips as she watched the human emulate her as best she could - the kick of snow was especially amusing. She clapped her delicate hands together in appreciation, added to a couple of excited hops.
"That was good for a human!" she exclaimed. Then, a bright smile lit her face as she got a brilliant idea. She could help the human make snow! "Try it again!" She waved her hands towards the girl in a 'go on' motion, excited over her genius idea.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 4:10 pm
Try it again, hrmm? Bixbyite smiled widely and nodded, closing her eyes to concentrate. All her years of ballet and dance classes were paying off in an odd way tonight. Still, this was kind of fun. It wasn't often that she had a dancer around to impress or be impressed by.
Humming softly under her breath, the young lieutenant moved until she was in the first pose for a pas de deux. Then, moving to her own mental music, she began to dance. Of course, the piles of snow hindered her a bit, but she compensated for that, leaping a little higher, twirling and bowing under the cold moonlight.
Now granted, she should have had a partner to dance with, but she simply pretended she did for some of the dance and for the leaps that required a catcher, she ignored them or substituted her own moves. Once she was done, she was panting lightly, but smiling and looking as happy as a child who'd discovered a new toy.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 10:27 am
Eira watched the girl prepare herself, waiting patiently as she rocked back and forth from the heels to the balls of her feet. Once she finally fell into step, Eira's bright impish smile spread wide again and she followed slowly and quietly behind.
Then, as the girl fell into the heart of her graceful dance, Eira did a soft swirl behind her and released a flurry of snow. It rained down around Bixbyite in gentle waves, putting her and her dance at the very center. As the girl opened her eyes she was surrounded by it, and Eira smiled brightly - proud of herself as she watched both the human dancer and the beautiful snow that fell to the ground.
"See?" she exclaimed happily, clapping her hands together in that same pleased way as before.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:49 am
With a delighted laugh, Bixbyite clapped her hands together as the snow fell gently over them both.
"Oh wonderful," she murmured happily. "Simply wonderful!"
Some deeper feeling told her that she would never try to hurt this lovely little snow girl. Would never try to drain her energy. And unless faced with direct questions from Beryl or one of the Generals, would never, ever even mention the snow girl's existence to anyone. Some things, she thought to herself, were too pretty or special to try and destroy.
"It's like being inside one of my snowglobes," she laughed as she tilted her face up to the falling snow and pirouretted in place, finding herself humming the tune that played whenever she wound the key.
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