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 Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 5:42 pm
"A fortunette! really!? I'd love to help. Just touch it right?" Tamlin clapped her hands together in excitment. Before she had joined the caravan she had heard of these children, and now she was accustomed to being around them, but the turning process still fascinated her.
"do you know how many people need to help?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 5:49 pm
A Fortunette! Rojiza looks at the parasol. She'd have a sister! Or brother, but surely nothing male could come from that thing.
Caroline nods. "All at the same time, an' Oqaia said four or five should do...I'd rather be airin' on the safe side, though, so if we had just one more...
Baptiste listens and nods. "Well, I would certainly be willing to help. Anything for a beautiful lady and her beautiful daughter." He nods to each of them.
Rojiza blushes scarlet. He called her pretty!
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 8:17 am
Being ever the curious rabbit she was, Anezka jumped up from where she was seated and walked over towards Ro and the others. "What's going on? What's everyone talking about?" She glanced at the umbrella and then at Caroline.
Following after Anezka, Leshya'e joined the group, "Ani, don't be such a barger, you know better."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:39 am
"It's a Fortunette," explains Caroline, indicating the parasol. "Oqaia said in order for the bittie thing to grow I had to get several people together a'once to touch it. Sort-of...introduce 'im to 'is family. Well, its family. I've no clue whether this ridiculous thing's a lass or a lad. But I think we have enough people now." She holds out the parasol.
Rojiza waves a little at Ani before laying a furry hand on the parasol's flamingo handle. She'd bet any of her treasures except the music box that that's what it would turn into. A flamingo.
Baptiste listens to the conversation, nearly transfixed by the richness of the colors, the beauty of his companions, and the heady sound of Caroline's voice. He shakes his head a little and gingerly touches the parasol with a slim, calloused hand. It's made of cloth! All the parasols he'd ever sold had been made of paper. Solely to be used in the sun. Perhaps this might keep the rain off as well? Well, they wouldn't be finding out, as it'd change into an animal in a matter of moments.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 12:56 pm
Leshya'e gasped slightly, "Oh, how wonderful! That's amazing Caroline." She smiled and placed her hand on the umbrella.
"One of us?" Anezka said, looking at Rojiza, "This is going to be interesting." She smiled brightly, excited to meet a new sister or brother. Reaching out, she touched it as well, trying hard to contain her excitement.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 3:32 pm
Tamlin reached out and touched the fabric of the pink parasol. its was light and silky, quite a pretty creation, what animal could something this extravagantly pretty and frilly bring to life she wondered to herself.
"well Caroline, my dear, it appears we have a family for it to enter into, but what next?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 4:04 pm
"We wait for the Meij to work, I reckon," answers Caroline, watching the parasol eagerly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:31 pm
A light, sweet light- pale and pink, swarmed the assemblage around the parasol. It felt loved, and felt like it would be honored into this family of the Meij Followers.
Before the light burst into its threefold sparks that would temporarily blind those present to the change, a dark, almost lace-like spindly light coursed through the pale visage. They heard a voice. It was clear, and it was dark. It came from somewhere other than the growing child before their eyes- but it also came from everywhere. And nowhere.
"The first harm is upon. The curse is begun."
And then, with the flash of light- as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened- Solas leapt forth with a bound.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:49 pm
Caroline...can't believe her eyes. "Madre mía," she whispers reverently. The bodiless voice startles her, though. Curse? What curse? What curse could possibly come with such a sweet creature? Tentatively she reaches out for the flamboyant bird. It had been so long since she'd done this...Ro had taken care of herself for a long time, now.
Rojiza can't help herself. She laughs softly. What an exotic bird! The voice sobers her, though. Hurt...? She blinks rapidly. I'm not afraid of you, she thinks toward the source of the voice. Ro shivers despite the warm afternoon. She wants to run home and curl up with a Banya or three.
Solas blinks beady black eyes at the assemblage. The woman holds her feather-less wings out to him. That one must be mother. He wobbles toward her and gets caught up in her wings. She's soft and warm, like a mother should be. He honks brightly.
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