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April 8th, 2004~

Yesterday I made my first trip to Feien HQ! I met several of the Feien there, and they're really something to see! So tiny... I was afraid I might accidentally squash one or something.

My blossom and I got to meet Seamus, Tosten, Sunil, and Ares. They seemed interested by the cold, cold ice. The bloom seemed... um... well, okay with it, I suppose. I think Sunil took offense at the ice being cold though, and interpreted it as the flower not liking her. Oh dear.

Today I have night classes, so the flower will be staying home again - it's just not safe to take it on public transportation, and I know my professors would not be pleased with a glass of frozen liquid in the computer labs! Kree will watch over it as always, I know. Shi's quite the faithful guardian to it now.

April 11th, 2004~

o_o Oh my goodness! My blossom....

*the page scrawls off here, as if the first message was written in a great hurry*

*a few lines down the page, the writing resumes, in a slightly different color ink*

My blossom... she emerged! My Feien!

It... well, it rather startled me, actually. I had the goblet and blossom on the shelf right next to my desk, busily working away on yet another school project, when suddenly I heard a CRASH! I jumped, and looked. The blossom had fallen off of the shelf! o_o Or so I thought...

I picked up the goblet and the blossom fell out of the ice, which was broken, with hairline cracks everywhere. Bits of ice fell out onto the carpet, and I realized the petals of the bloom were pulled back like an empty banana skin.

That was when she hit me, right in the back of the head. "HEY! Hey, you! Are you really a hyoooooooman?"

Scared the living daylights out of me! She was hanging onto my hair, and I couldn't see her, and I was scared if I reached back for her I might hurt her with my fumbling, so I MADE myself calm down and sit down. "Um... yes, I am."

"Are you SURE?" Little cold hands climbed up my scalp, then I felt little feet, and... she peeered down over my forehead like it was a cliff, so I got my first glimpse of her upside-down, hair hanging over her face.

It startled me. "Eeeek!" She blinked and pulled back, then I felt her feet push against my scalp and she was suddenly in front of me, little wings buzzing like a hummingbird's, one hand on her hip.

"You're big enough to be a hyoooman," she chirped, and shook her head so that her hair fell back into place. I saw her little unicorn horn then, and managed to unfreeze myself enough that I could hold up one palm to her.

"Hello, I'm Sosiqui... I've been taking care of you all this time."

"Oh, I know THAT, silly," she said, giggling. "That's easy knowing." She landed on my palm, the soles of her feet still chilly from the ice. She walked up it to my wrist, then knelt down and pressed her tiny ear to my pulsebeat. "Heart sounds..."

Then she POKED me. With her horn. And drew blood! It was all I could do not to jerk back in a reflex action that probably would have thrown her off my hand. She dipped one tiny finger into the blood drop and tasted it. o_O "Yep. Must be hyooman after all." She looked up at me. "Okay, Sosi-hyooman. Can I have some ice, please? It's hot in here."

"Um, um, sure, okay..." I babbled, still a bit overcome, and went and got a teacup, dropping ice cubes in. I was about to add some water when she stopped me.

"That's good, just put it down, okay?" I did so, and she slipped into it as if it were a jacuzzi, and leaned back with a sigh of pleasure. "Ahhh..."

... And so I met Amalthea.

What an interesting little girl.

April 12th, 2004~
(technically the 13th, but eh)

Amalthea grumped her way over my pillow. "Can't sleep," she frumped, hopping up onto my forehead and aiming an ill-placed kick at my nose. It missed.

"Hey now." I reached for her and managed to get her into my palm before sitting up in bed, and switching on the light. "What's going on?"

"Can't sleep," she insisted, flitting an inch into the air and kicking her feet at me. "All the magic is tickly tickly tickly. And it's hot." Her face did look a little flushed, and I frowned. I liked a good cozy bed... but she obviously didn't. I'd put her to bed on my nightstand, in a nest of softest tissues, but here she was, awake as could be and taking me with her. "Fix it. Please," she added, as I opened my mouth.

"Alrighty..." I got out of bed and went into the kitchen, yawning, with Amal darting around in front of me, flitting from side to side like a nervous hummingbird.

"Doesn't tickle so bad when I flitflitflit," she explained, then sighed happily as I opened the freezer and the cold air came out. "Feels good, I go in there..."

"NO! Um, no you can't!" I closed the door quickly before she could zip inside, and she turned around and frowned at me.

"Why NOT?" This time, she actually did kick my nose. It didn't hurt or anything, but...

"Because," I said patiently, rolling my eyes, "there's no air in there. You'll suffocate. And don't kick me."

"... oh," she said, then eyed the door skeptically. "Are you SURE?"

"I'm not going to let you test it. If you run out of air, you DIE."

"Are you su-"

"YES."

"... you don't have to get all hissy about it," she grumbled, and sat on my head.

"Sorry. It's late and I'm tired." I apologized. "I'll make you a bed that you might like better... want to pick out a cup?"

"Ooh, cup." She stood up on my head as I opened the cabinet door, then she lightly hopped from my head to the wooden shelf. I watched her prowl among the cups, most of them taller than she was. "This one," she decided, finally, tapping the side of a fancy teacup, one that was smaller sized out of elegance and made of bone china with blue swirls on the side.

"Like the good stuff, huh?" I said as I reached in for the cup. She hopped into it as I picked it up.

"It's pretty, and it makes a nice sound when I touch it." She ran her hand along the edge of the cup, listnening to the soft chiming sound that really good china or fine crystal makes when touched gently. "My colors, too."

"Okay, this will be your bed," I said. I opened the freezer - to Amal's delight - and got some ice out. She hopped out of the cup for a moment so I could put the ice in, then snuggled down among the cubes with a sigh of pure bliss.

"It doesn't tickle so bad in here, not at all... and it's so niiice..." she said happily, nestling in and hanging her arms over the sides. "I can sleep in this..."

"Glad to hear it," I yawned, and carried the cup back to my bed, where I put it back on the nightstand. "Want a tissue blanket?"

"Nawww... this is good," Amalthea said with a tiny yawn. I could see her eyelids drooping, and my own eyes desperately wanted to follow suit.

"Good, good... good night, Amalthea. Sweet dreams, don't let the bedbugs bite."

"Bugs?! Where?"

"... it's just a saying. Good night, Amal."

"G'night, Sosihyooman."


*click*

April 14th, 2004~

I came home with the bag in my arms, and in that instant Amalthea swarmed all over me - how she managed to swarm with only one of her, I'll never know, but she did - and began tugging at it with great energy. "What's in it? What's in it? Give it to meeee~!"

"Hang on, hang on," I laughed, carrying the bag to the table as she zoomed around. I put it down and she landed next to it immediately, shifting back and forth and fluttering her wings.

"Is it for me? My stuff? Let me see!" She bent her head down and used her horn to rip through the plastic in one swift movement, then was INSIDE the bag before I could blink! "Oooh!"

"Amal, get out of there!" I yelped, opening the bag. "You could suffocate!"

"Suffowhat?" She hopped onto my nose and flitted up to my head. I sighed and sat up straight.

"Suffocate. It means... you'd run out of air. And then you'd die."

"Are you suuuure?"

"... Yes."

"Let me see what's inside? Pleeeease?" Amal put her hands on my forehead and leaned over, trying to see.

"Okay. No, it's not the stuff we ordered, but it's better..." I pulled the book out of the bag, and she immediately jumped off my head to hover over the cover.

"S-p-el.. spell!" Her wings began vibrating quicker. "Spells! Is it a magic book?!" She grabbed the edge of the cover in tiny hands and tried to tug it open, but it was too heavy.

I laughed. "Yes, yes, it is a spell book, from the main shop." I opened the cover, and we found the ice spells page together...

"WHAT?!" Her indignant shriek rang through the whole room, MUCH louder than lungs that small should have been capable of. "The ice page is BLANK?!?!"

She stomped off and threw herself into the cup of ice (which still hasn't melted o_O) with a petulant, complaining sound. I sighed and rubbed my head.

Looks like... well, life's not going to be all sunshine and light. Then again, is it ever?

April 23rd, 2004~

I woke up to a Feien dancing on my eyelids. "ITCAMEITCAMEITCAME!!" Amalthea shrieked as she hopped around, using her wings to give her jumps extra height.

I opened my eyes and immediately got one stepped on. o_< "Amal! Knock it off, I can't get up if I can't SEE!"

"Eeek!" I heard her wings buzz as if she was hovering, so I opened my eyes slowly and she was...

ABOUT AN INCH FROM MY EYE. "YAUGH!"

"YEEEEK!"

....

I sat up, and we stared at each other for a few seconds. O_O Finally Amalthea landed on my bedcovers and looked sheepish. "Didin't mean to scare you," she mumbled, kicking at one of the flowers printed on the spread.

I sighed. "It's okay... just keep in mind that eyes are sensitive... please?"

She nodded quickly. "Comeseecomeseeitcame!" she said, all packed into one word, hopping off the bed, her wings buzzing madly.

I got up and followed her over to the windowsill, and smiled. No wonder she was so excited. "Lookiiiiit!" she giggled, showing off the things that had come from the store. She swished the sword excitedly through the air, filled her hands with glitterdust, pushed the soft gum into interesting shapes, and held the magic gem up to a sunbeam to see the light split into pieces. "Isn't it cooooool?"

"Yes, very," I smiled, and yawned. "C'mon, let's get breakfast and then we can get going for the day, okay?"

"Ice cream! Ice cream!" she squealed, buzzing around my head, holding the sword.

"... Amal, you're not trying to threaten me with that are you? Remember your promise..."

She pouted. "Am not. Just like it, it's my favorite thing ever!" She swished the sword through the air again, but deliberately made sure it was away from me.

"Anyway, ice cream is not for breakfast, but I put a cup of yogurt in the freezer for you last night..."

"YAY!"

She fenced with the sugar bowl while I scooped some of the frozen yogurt (with little blueberry bits) into the bottom half of a sliced Dixie cup. "Have at thee! Yay!"

Clink, clink, as she hit the spoon... then CRASH! "WAUGH!"

I turned around, only to see she'd hit the spoon with enough force to slingshot the lid off the dish and on top of her! O_O

"Amal!" I shrieked, lifting the heavy china lid off of her immediately. She groaned, and flipped her wings... and whimpered. I winced.

Her left wing was FOLDED, like paper.

"Ohmanohmanohman.... we gotta do something!" I freaked, and quickly got the ice cup! Amalthea hopped in, and... we're off!

To HQ!

For the first time!



(She made me come back for the yogurt though.)

May 13th, 2004~

Final exams are eating me alive. Not fun for me. Less fun for Amalthea, and Kree as well. She's taken to riding the Dream around, poking hir with her sword if he doesn't listen to her... heh. She poked ME a little bit before she figured out that was A Bad Idea. Kree either tolerates her or just flat-out goes away for a few hours to visit hir fellow dream-beings.

Amal's wing looks normal again, and she claims it doesn't hurt any more. There's just a little sort of wibble in the wing itself, like a slight dent that's only really noticable if you look for it and the light is right. We were lucky. Amal says it doesn't affect her flying at all, since aparrently she uses magic to boost her flight. It seems to be instinctive.

She has yet to discover any of her elemental powers, and I am at a loss as to how to help her with this. She does play with ice a lot, and experiments while I study or work on papers. Once she dipped her sword in water and managed to end up with a wicked-looking coating of ice on the blade itself. The ice shattered after a few hits to Mr. Play Dough (her practice dummy) but before it broke it made several pretty deep cuts into the thing. Hrm.

Today, she's discovered a new thing. She broke some chunks of ice off of an ice cube, and has been using the ones that she can hold in both hands to draw on the window. The result is very temporary, maybe ten minutes, but it looks really pretty. Just like frost crystals in wintertime in a cold place, with the delicate formations. They form when she puts the tip of the ice to the window and moves it around. I had a magnifying glass to look, but it focused heat on the ice and made it melt faster. Amal was Not Pleased and shook her sword at me again.

She's drawing on a mirror, now. I think she likes that better since I put it out fo the sunlight in deep shade. As long as it keeps her busy... and out of trouble. Until all this is over with.

May 21st, 2003~

Amalthea has now seen The Two Towers as well, and is awaiting the release of Return of the King next week with rabid anticipation. She's, um, quite the little fangirl. She had better not try and write Mary-Sue fanfiction, though, as that is where I firmly draw the line.

To pass the time until this much-anticipated event (we circled it in red on the calendar, and she rubbed glitter on the date square to make it 'extra-special'), I decided to go check the grimoire at the main shop. Amal still refuses to come with me, oddly enough... I'm still not sure why she does this. It seems like she's just not interested in other Feien right now, which strikes me as strange because she is so curious about everything else... hrm.

Anyway, I found that some of the Ice section of the grimoire had been filled in! I quickly made copies of the relevant pages and brought them home. Amal all but threw herself on the pages with a shriek of joy, talking excitedly about how she could get rid of the itchy feeling.

We found that the reason why making things icy or flying makes her feel better is because those things involve magic. Apparently the itching is a sort of 'magic overload', and when funneled into spells it decreases. It also makes Amal feel very happy and comfortable, so we resolved to learn as much as we could.

Yesterday, Amalthea learned a special ability, she's so clever - Panelemental! So I'm going back to the shop to copy the lists of other elements, as she wants to experiment with using this new power. She rejected some spheres of magic right out, of course - heat and fire - and also does not want Cold as it's closer and, to her mind, weaker than her natural element. I personally have... well, rather a thing for time magic, so I'm rather hoping she'll like one of those.