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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 8:35 pm
It was a refreshingly cool morning, a pleasant day to be out of the house; it wasn’t too bright, thanks to a light layer of cloud cover that filled the sky. Áróra skipped along happily, firmly grasping, in her hand, a box of Reese’s Pieces that clunked repeatedly as the individual candies flew about inside it. Close behind her was Vilyum, walking at a brisk rate to keep up with her skipping. They had just made a quick stop at a store and, the weather being so pleasant, had decided to talk the rest of the way to where Áróra was scheduled for a ceramics class. She was very excited about it, and had been talking about the class nonstop the previous night. Vilyum was glad to see her so happy about it, but was less thrilled about the time; he was not a morning person, not by far.
With a yawn, Vilyum point ahead and stated, “Well there it is, that’s the place.”
Hearing his statement, Áróra let loose a squeal of delight, and exclaimed, “Yay! I bet I can beat you to it.” At that she sprinted ahead.
Vilyum chuckled to himself and increased his pace slightly; she still made it there, way ahead of him though. Once he caught up to her, she gleefully opened the front door and sprung inside.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:02 am
It had taken Dritan a few days to get everything set up for his upcomming pottery class as he just wanted everything to be perfect as he rarely taught this type of class but it was going to be fun none the less. As he would have been done early if one of his wings hadn't ate the clay that was going to be used, but only sighed when he had to get more as it was his own falt for leaving it out and in reach of his munchy wing. Everything was now ready for the class including a little pottery wheel, a kiln and glazes in all different types of colors. Waiting around for his student to show up as his wings rested on his head and shoulders.
Hearing the door open he got to his feet as he also quickly gave each of his wings a treat to keep them from getting in trouble. "Welcome! I be your teacher Dritan and these are my wings," he said in a friendly voice as his wings gave head bobs as there greeting as they kept a watch on the two that had come in.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 1:53 am
Áróra stopped in her tracks and stared up at Dritan, completely dumbstruck, her mouth agape. “Your wings,” she stuttered, “your wings, they are, they are so cool!” Giggling, she spread her own wings subconsciously. With a curtsy and a happy wave, she introduced herself, “Hello Dritan, hello wings! I am Áróra Tekla Cth’fht’nagl! That’s my daddy, Vilyum.”
From just behind her, Vilyum tipped his hat and stated, “Good day.”
Leaving no chance for a moment of silence, after Vilyum’s brief comment, Áróra exclaimed as she looked about the room, “So is that the pottery wheel? Am I going to be able to make a pot? How long does it take to dry? Can I paint it afterwords? Do you think I make a tail for the pot? I like tails!” As she asked her many questions, her excitement at being there was quite plainly painted on her face and actions, as she scurried about the room, looking at everything. Vilyum couldn't help but grin and shake his slightly side to side at the sight of her.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:09 am
Well with that commet about how cool they were Dritan's wings puffed up with pride as that was one way to get all of the wings in there good book besides feeding then good treats. "Its good to meet you Áróra and Vilyum," he said with a smile as his wings smiled big as his lovey wing rested it head on top of Dritan's head.
"You are correct about that one as if that is what you want to do," he replied as he though for a second on her second question. "It will at least take a day or more be bone dry as if you don't when you fire them they explode inside the kiln," he answered with a little giggle. "Well I do have some spairs that I have brought just for that if you wanted to paint one and yes you can put a tail on one as you can paint that one up at a later time if you want," he said. "Tails are cool as I do have a few brothers that have them but my wings are quite a handful," Dritan said as one of his wings was now trying to get at the snacks that he kept in the pouch at his hip. "So where would you like to start?"
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 4:31 am
Áróra couldn’t help but giggle as Dritan’s wings puffed up. “They will explode?” Áróra exclaimed, “Oh no, I don’t want that to happen. You have brothers? And they have tails? How many do you have? I don’t have any brothers or sisters, but I did meet a girl the other day; she shared half my genes! She is like a big sister! Her name is Nina!”
Giving the place a good look over again, she thought over his question and decided she wanted to make one from step one, turn a pile of clay, into a pot! “Hmm,” she started, ‘Where to start? I know! I will start with the pottery wheel!” At that she sped over to it and sat down as close as she could. This is going to be fun, she thought, though, I hope I don't get my clothes too messy. She asked, after sitting, "Will the clay get on my clothes?"
After Áróra had a chance to finish her exclamations, Vilyum shook his head with grin and stated simply, “It’s a pleasure.” He then made his way over to the pottery wheel and say nearbye.
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