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 Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:29 pm
It happened again. She was running. It was a little stuffy and humid that day, however, and when she reached the river, she had to stop.
Emerwyn's face glistened with moisture, and she remedied the fact by dunking her head full into the cool waters. Her hair splashed and sprayed as she removed it. A deep breath issued from her. It happened again.
She was lost.
So often she'd look back through her notes.
And it was supposed to be so clear. She had a clear path, through each book they kept on the top shelf of their personal library. Step by step Jerrick led her, and still, she did not understand what he was telling her.
One more day. I promise.
She sat there, he legs curled underneath her, as she fiddled with the water, watching it mangle her already distorted face.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:36 pm
The sun was shining, the water flowing, and Chana had decided to do a bit of fishing. She had a vague idea of catching some, getting them cooked, and leaving them in a care package for Stewart. Goats ate fish, right? She thought they might eat anything, but couldn't remember for certain.
The beaver was faintly surprised to see someone else there. A...a woman. But one she wasn't sure she'd ever met before. Ah well.
"Hello! Water's cool, I hope?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:52 pm
Emerwyn looked up quickly to discover the ... beaver ... addressing her.
She smiled. "Oh, yes, quite cool. A much needed refreshment."
"I am Emerwyn."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:57 pm
Chana made herself at home , sitting down next to the...well, she wasn't sure what the woman was turning into. Something with hooves...eh, maybe a deer. She had that sort of look about her.
"Sounds good to me," she replied. Cooler water was good to swim in on most days on this island. "I"m Chana," she added when Emerwyn introduced herself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:06 pm
Chana... Something was vaguely familiar about the line, but Emerwyn shook it off. If she met her and hadn't remembered, why not just start over?
Maybe a nice comfortable meeting with someone would help Emerwyn get her head out of her work for a while. She certainly needed the rest.
"It is a pleasure, Chana, I am certain." She reached to her side and picked up a leaf from a pile she'd gathered, and placed it delicately into her mouth.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:12 pm
The beaver smiled and her stomach informed her that it wasn't fair to watch someone eat and starve. She picked up a twig to munch on and placate the rumbling.
"I think I might've seen you before, but I'm not completly sure," she admitted into the silence.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:18 pm
Her voice was very soft, and her movements relaxed and slow. She lowered her hand and leaned back on her arms.
"Ahh. So it wasn't just me. Yes, I believe I do remember you, if ever so vaguely. You must forgive me. My head is not on quite so straight anymore."
She laughed a little after this, still so softly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:23 pm
"Looks straight to me," Chana replied in a joking tone.
"Anyway, I don't think we've ever talked before...maybe there were others around..." the beaver continued puzzling over where they'd met, now that the 'problem' had penetrated. Why the beaver? Chana wasn't sure she wanted to know why the beaver wanted to know. But, it wasn't doing any harm...right?
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:30 pm
The deer smiled in response.
"Well, I have certainly been deprived of the pleasure of not properly knowing you before. I can only be thankful that we get this chance to begin again."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:36 pm
"A fresh start. Kinda like coming here--oops." The beaver covered her mouth with one clawed hand. Most people didn't really like thinking about being trapped her for the rest of their lives. Not that she blamed them. It was only the most tactless thing she could've said.
Speaking of saying things...wasn't there some unwritten rule saying it was bad when people didn't use contractions?
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:07 pm
The comment did strike Emerwyn a little bit, but she was willing to excuse it.
"No, do not think on it. Though I do not like to admit it, in a way you are correct. It may not have been a start I would have come into willingly, but it has certainly transformed me... if you'll forgive the word play."
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:12 pm
Chana chuckled at the play on words. It was certainly clever, and not nearly as tactless as she'd been.
"I know. So much has changed for me since coming here...and yet I still think I am essentially the same person," she mused. It wasn't so often that the beaver's thinking took over her own, though it was difficult to tell when that was.
"And we can always appreciate how beautiful today is," she added, trying to keep the conversation from stalling.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:20 pm
A smile. What a gem this day was, indeed!
"Changes indeed. More than I could ever imagine." But, was Emerwyn still the same?
She breathed in deep, allowing some of the lighter air to pass through her.
"Yes... It certainly is beautiful. I could always use a little rain, though." As though to illustrate this, she lowered her legs to the water, and played her hooves in it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:25 pm
"Rain?" Chana and the beaver thought about this. She always had enjoyed rainy days. Rain made the grass verdant, brought people closer together, made the mud perfect for construction...
Well, rain was always good to have. "It certainly never hurts to have rain," she agreed. "Though it makes it interesting to fish!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 10:31 pm
She leaned back, imagining the rain falling on her cheeks. "Yes... it is healing."
Then, she sat up again. "Though I cannot say I know much about fishing. I seem to have quite lost my taste for fish."
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