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 Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:02 pm
"Art can be play," he started, nodding towards where his own large paw prints had marred the smooth sand, "Those are art, if you think of them like art. Your bonded sews patches of fabric together? Sounds like a quilt to me; definitely art. The more time and care someone takes in it, the more I appreciate it, I think."
His tail curled behind him again, eyes looking around for something else to reference. "I doodle, mostly; stuff that just comes to mind. Molding things is fun, too, though. Sandcastles, the like. Anything. If it's art I enjoy it." His grin broadened, white teeth flashing as he did so.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:57 pm
Whisper looked behind Valerian at the footprints he'd left in the sand. Tilting her head first one way, then the other, she'd tried to see the depressions in the sand as art. She turned her head to look back down the beach where she had been romping earlier. The waves had erased most of her prints in the wet sand. "Awww, mine are gone."
Whisper looked down at the sand beneath her. She lifted her feet and put them down to try to see her own paw prints in the sand. "I don't think I'm very good at this. It looks all mish mashy." Whisper was concentrating so hard on the sand prints that she was making, she wasn't keeping track of how many feet she had on the ground. With a loud 'oomph', she found herself nose deep in the soft sand.
Sitting up and shaking the sand off her face, she said, "This art is harder than it looks."
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:59 pm
"Can always make more, you know-" before he could finish, Valerian was already giggling as Whisper tried to recreate her footprints. He hadn't the heart to tell her that in this drier sand, they wouldn't stay; after all, it was a little funny watching her.
His breath caught as she flopped over, and he crouched low tot he ground to check if she was alright. "How'd that feel?" he laughed, sitting back up as she did so, "You alright?" He fought back another giggle; it wasn't funny, but anytime someone fell over and was unharmed he couldn't help but laugh. He was just glad it wasn't -him- of course.
"You just need to relax," he said, grinning, "Don't think about it so much and it'll just come to you."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 6:19 pm
Whisper was used to hearing her giggly familiar snickering at her antics. Belatedly she realized that Peaches wasn’t the only one giggling this time. She was sure the pale blue on her face was turning a deep shade of purple with the blush of embarrassment as she remembered that there was someone else around this time to witness her clumsiness.
She heard the concern in his voice, when Valerian asked if she was alright. Whisper humbly nodded, imagining how awkward she must have looked to him. She was afraid she wasn’t making a very good first impression. Stealing a glance at Valerian's face, she could see a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he tried not to laugh at her. “I guess I did look rather funny.” His mirth was infectious and she found herself giggling, forgetting about being embarrassed.
“That felt rather... enlightening,” she said, answering Valerian’s earlier question. “It would appear that I haven’t mastered hovering yet.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 8:07 am
Valerian felt a soft pang of guilt for laughing as he spotted her blush, but his comedic demeanor had left no room for him to bubble over with nothing but concern. The guilt washed away as she laughed in return, grin broadening in good humor.
"All in good taste," he replied simply, "We all have our moments." He smiled warmly down at her, "I'm sure with practice you'll be able to fly, just like that."
[[ ugh lame post, sorry. xD; ]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 8:31 am
Whisper’s face brightened with an idea. “I know something that will stay put.” She trotted off a short distance, scooped a few things out of the sand and returned to her spot by Valerian. Dropping a few seashells in a pile, she scampered off to collect some more. Returning with second gathering of shells, Whisper deposited them alongside the first few. After running a claw through the assorted shells to see what she had, she started rearranging them into something she hoped was somewhat artistic. One shell sprouted legs and tried to skitter away, but Whisper scooped it up and plopped it back with the others.
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