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 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 11:23 pm
Aelia was first taken aback that Rioge had grabbed her hand so openly, without so much as a question if she was ok with it, but she still admired his enthousiasm, she didn't know many with that kind of conviction to their movements. It was sometimes an attribute which children were meant to have but sher herself didn't display it, or at least as often, as rioge did.
"You could say you dyed it.."
Aelia voiced, wild hair colors were not always the most popular choices around but they were certainly out there. Had Rioge been in Shyer's care and he been unable to be so..magiclly talented as Aelia this most certainly would have been the excuse put foreward. Aelia felt a niggling sensation at the back of her head, reprimanding herself for sounding so mortal and against her own kind but disliking the fact that she disliked comparing herself to Shyer. Shyer was nice, safe. there was nothing wrong with shyer besides her somewhat nerve wracking and blatant denial of what was sometimes right before her.
Aelia stared up, jerking her companion backwards slightly as she backed up to get a better look at the entire of the sign. She saw the paths snake around the enclosure, as rioge had said there was a water garden and they were currently in the desert garden. (Indicated by a large arrow saying 'you are here' )
"It seems like a nice place to go."
She admitted, thus giving her consent to the plan of moving on.
Shyer smiled, ah another gaurdian, she was running across a few...of those...lately. She did a double take of the man quickly, unsure if she'd suddenly missed something and tried scrutinising their previous conversation. In her mind she warred slightly against what she was about to do, yet she could think of no other way to put it.
"Erm so, er you mightn't have, woulda say..Erm Forgive me if I'm crazy or something but you wouldn't have found erm, your...son in some kind of erm..winged egg would you?"
Already she was beginning to back peddle, her eyes averting to the ground, a plant, the sky, Aelia, everywhere but his face.
"Yeah, erm I probably did flunk bioligy and erm I'm already aware eggs don't fly, not with wings at least and I do already know the whole birds and bees, where do babies come from speech and I do know how bad this all sounds..."
She lasped into an uneasy silence, blood rushing to her cheecks in waves while she nervously flicked fidgeted.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 10:04 am
 Rioge beamed, glad that he had granted the choice of which way to go. "To the water garden!" he exclaimed, pointing dramatically in the direction they'd need to go, his short tanned legs carrying him forwards along the sandy path.
Araran paused to consider the mortal's question. Then broke into a smile. "An egg? With wings? .. Yes." He found it quite amusing that the poor lady found admitting the fact quite embarassing. He never had to think about how odd it sounded, keeping company with fellow faeries, but as a mortal she couldn't really have anyone to confide in, without them assuming she was barking mad.
"In fact, I am afraid to say that I am not quite as I seem." He began, now that the jig was up he might as well reveal his faerie nature. Slowly but surely he peeled off the layers of glamour around him so the concealed features shimmered like ghostly objects; half hidden, half visible.
[ Sorry my reply kinda sucks.. =__= ]
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 4:23 pm
Aelia let Rioge pull her along, hopefully HE had remembered the way because she certainly hadn't memorised the path they'd have to take to get to the water gardens. Once again she was...enlightened by his open and eager attitude to just. He was just...having fun doing what he was doing, a trait she was finding to like quite allot simply because of it's infectiousness.
She grinned along with him, a real all out grin trying to match huis dramatic zeal.
"To the garden of water!"
vaguely she thought of the two adults they were leaving out of their loop, well they'd realise sooner or later right?
Shyer found herself breathing out a sigh of relief, it showed through the smile she gave him, it could only be described as grateful. Grateful he actually knew what she was talking about and grateful that she'd met another person who shared this...odd responsibility.
"Really? so Rioge, he's a..." she trailed off Aelia called herself an Ashe but was that the correct term? shyer had taken to thinking it. Oh wait, the woman with pink hair had also called them Ashe too, must be Ashe.
"In fact, I am afraid to say that I am not quite as I seem"
Genuine puzzlement and shock rolled over her face, she rally hadn't seen that one coming, let alone when he peeled off the layers of glamour.
"Oh, you mean you're a fae too!"
For a moment her heart stuttered, oh. It was just another weird being who knew what they were doing, not another struggling mortal. She shook the thought aside, she'd met another one like him and they still hadn't much more of a clue than her. Speaking of the last meeting she should ask something of some importance she supposed...
"So are you Unseelie or Seelie?"
Her voice sounded trying and forcedly casual, like she dealt with this kind of thing everyday, ok so maybe she did meet the occasional non human a little too often but she had never gotten used to it. her eyes slipped sideways in her effort to appear calm, this had the exact opposite effect though since she found herself starring at thin air instead of Aelia, that broke through her 'calm' exterior real quick.
"Augh! where did they go!? did you see them leave? What happened they were right there..."
Flustered, she gave him a quick apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, I just...I've never let her out in public alone, I’m always so scared someone will..."
She went silent again. To some this might have appeared to be her contemplating the horrid things that could happen to her 'little angel'. that sentence should have finished with 'someone will kidnap her' or trick her or something like that, Shyer had been going to say 'someone will see her.' Definitely not the appropriate end to that sentence. Guilt flooded her to even think that the last thing she might have thought about the little blue skinned girl was that she never fitted in with the rest of Shyer's world.
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