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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:08 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][CONTENTS][....
CONTENTS
1.15 Contents
Fallen Messenger
2.15 Discovery/Sacrifice [Prompt Response]
3.15 Private Musings [Journal Entry]
4.15 Chocolate Cheesecake [Prompt Response]
5.15 Names for the Androgynous [Solo RP]
Messenger Reborn
6.15 Wings [Prompt Response]
7.15 Chocolate [Solo RP]
8.15 Stained Glass Windows [Prompt Response]
9.15 Playing Shop Keeper [RP]
10.15 At the Museum [RP]
11.15 Favorite Clothes [Solo RP]
12.15 Swings at night [RP]
13.15 Angels [Solo RP]
14.15 Bees [Solo RP]
15.15 Thanksgiving [Solo RP]
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 3:40 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][DISCOVERY/SACRIFICE][....
....DISCOVERY/SACRIFICE....
When you come upon the scene, it is a weak and dying Herald that you find, unable even to stand. A few scattered feathers on the ground are the only remnants of the wings it once possessed. It has come to this place to die...or be saved? That, of course, is up to you.
You are alone when you find the angel. The Heralds have long gone unsaved, and though it appears to you, it does not hold much hope of living on. Near to where the two of you meet rests a grey stone slab that the angel seems desperate to reach. With your help, the Herald climbs upon it, needing something from you to save its life. What will you choose to give it? And what significance does that item hold for you? Is it a family heirloom? Something you happened to have on hand? Something you'd purchased earlier that day? A lucky charm?
You may have noticed that many details have been left off. This is because we want you to have plenty of freedom to develop the scene yourself. Consider time of day, weather, season, etc. when you post.
Mari looked up at the sky with trepidation, hoping that the heavy clouds would be able to hold off the rain for at least another couple of minutes. Her footsteps quickened as she passed another corner, feeling the first drops of what she could only interpret as oncoming hell.
Mari stopped under the first shelter she could find, the awning of a building too grand and too old for this century. She hesitated, wondering if she could make the quick dash home, and decided against it: it would do herself no good to get ill, and she wasn’t in any dramatic hurry. A rueful smile crossed her face at that thought: no, it was saddening, but she really didn’t have any plans to attend to, nor people who were waiting for her.
She looked around, her gaze warming with interesting. The building was the last at it’s block, and the alley way it lead off to didn’t have the usual seedy feel of such places. In fact, while it did have the deserted air of a forgotten time, it was... calming. Hugging the outer wall of the building, she followed it down the alleyway, taking care to keep herself dry. At least, dryer.
Something shifted at the corner of her vision, and she paused. Was she not alone then? Turning to put the image in the center of her vision, she paused. Was that a... person? On the ground?
Worry had her leave the awning and dash forewords, a frown marring her brow. The person’s long hair hid most of their features, and there was something quietly androgynous that had Mari doubting whether it was female or male. Calling the person ‘it’ however, seemed insulting. Too insulting.
“Are you alright?”
What a dumb question to ask, but she didn’t know what else to say. The person was nude underneath all that silver white hair, and seemed to be moving towards... something. Mari’s gaze darted around the slim alley way to see the gray slab of stone.
What was so important about the stone?
“Let me help.”
The slab wasn’t so far as to make the task so daunting, initially. And yet there was so much pain and resignation in the slight form, each movement achingly slight, that it took what seemed to Mari, forever. Soft, cloying words. Praise and pleading. It didn’t make sense why it was so important, but Mari helped. She considered this, than calling for an ambulance. Than crying out loud for help.
Somehow, this seemed to be the right thing to do.
Mari eyed the white feathers on the ground that marked their trail, and refused to consider what this might really mean. She had to focus on the present, on what was happening here and now, before considering the long term effects of what this might actually mean.
Once they reached the slab of gray, Mari helped the form gingerly, afraid that now that they had indeed reached their destination, something might go wrong. It was pitiful, and heart wrenching: and as the figure, panting with breath lay on the slab Mari felt as if now, finally, she would be able to call for help.
“We’ll get someone to fix you right up, alright?” Mari crooned, ignoring the fact that her hair lay slick against her face, and her clothing stuck to her in that uncomfortable way of wet silk. Placing her bag on her lap, she frowned. “I’ve got a phone in here somewhere...”
Somewhere indeed. Through the chaotic mass, Mari pulled out makeup, a pair of sunglasses and a small vial of perfume. She talked through the entire thing, laughingly speaking of her addiction to eyeshadow she never knew how to wear properly, to shades that were too big for her face, and a vial of tester perfume she treated as gold.
Something soft touched her arm, and startled, she looked down to see the person had placed their own hand on hers.
“Do you like it?” she mused out loud, handing over the vial. “It’s like a tester, really. I have a bigger bottle at home, but I can’t cart that around... it’s lasted me for years, because I don’t use it every day. Only special occasions.” she stopped, her eyes wistful. “But I carry this one around, to smell occasionally. It smells good, doesn’t it?” she spritzed it in the air in front of them, and laughed. “Like hope.”
Her smile fell.
“I got it as a present, you know.” she spoke, her eyes dreamy as she looked into memories. “Paris. Went for a trip after college when I was twenty three years old. I’d been twice already, with the same group of friends... but I met a man there. A real man, not a boy pretending to be something grander. And you know how you can have boys who are thirty, forty, sixty.” she laughed. “He gave it to me as a present.”
Mari shook her head, pushing wet hair out of her eyes. “It doesn’t matter now.” she murmured. ‘It’s a long time ago, and it’s not as if I’m going to see him again...”
Her thoughts withdrew as she rummaged through her bag some more, finding the slim phone hiding in a pocket. “Here it is, I’ll call for an ambulance, and we’ll find out how to fix you, alright?” she looked back, wondering with unease if maybe she had talked for too long. Figured, she would speak of herself instead of focusing on more important matters at hand.
Except... the figure was gone.
“Hey!” she looked around, noticing she was alone on the gray slab, her things still scattered around her. In fact, other than the trail of feathers following her, she could easily imagine that she had been alone from the beginning.
Which...
Mari frowned.
She wasn’t going crazy.
But the figure was clearly gone.
With a sigh, Mari collected her belongings and put them into her bag, using the sunglasses as a haphazard hair accessory to push the soggy bangs out of her eyes. She was already wet now, soaking in fact: she could afford to walk home.
It was only later, dry and toasty in front of the television with a cup of hot coffee in her hand, that she realized the form had disappeared with the slim vial of her perfume.
Well, no matter. Maybe they needed it more.
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:53 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][PRIVATE MUSINGS][....
PRIVATE MUSINGS
Dear Diary,
What would people say if they knew I kept such a guilty little secret? A diary, as if I was a child in the first throes of passion. But a diary keeps me sane, grounded. Realistic. And what other way to converse about wild and impossible things, and not be laughed at? I could hardly share with anyone else what happened with me today...
I think I met an angel.
Someone beautiful, and frail and so pale, with a scattering of feathers on the ground and the most delicate built. I met them trying to cross towards a slab of stone in a deserted alleyway. Funny: who would have known something like that would happen in such a commonplace area? It almost makes me question if it had happened at all, and if I had really been in an alley...
I lost... or I suppose, I gave her a tiny vial of that special perfume. I talked too much about it, sharing information about Thomas that I don’t really share with anyone else. Dear heavens, even the friends I took with me on the trip know how much that man has affected me. Devastatingly, really.
I am like a child, still dreaming of a man whom I had only met for a scant five days. It is only a bottle of perfume, expensive, but not as rare and as precious as I make it seem. It is not diamond dust or mermaid tears, and yet...
I’ve spritzed it into the air now, and it is still wonderful. Fresh, and evocative of innocence and flirtation. I suppose I have saved enough money to buy myself a new bottle, but it won’t be the same, really. I can hardly enjoy something as much when it isn’t exactly the same bottle?
I wonder where the angel went, and if they had taken the mini bottle on purpose. They do have me a little bit worried: angel, human, illusion or not, no one in their right mind who is so weak should manage to move away so quickly...
I actually don’t know what I saw. The only thing that really proves to me that something happened is because I’m missing the little vial. And you know how protective I am over the little thing, almost as if it does only something infinitely more precious...
Well, it was precious to me.
No use dwelling too deeply, thinking of the moment I suppose. It is gone. I guess whoever it was (... and I still can’t decie whether it was male or female. Either, or both?) they might need it more than I do?
... although who ever needs perfume?
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:03 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKE][....
CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKE
You sit inside, protected and comfortable as the weather rages outside. The evening meal is on the table, and you're filled with an intense feeling of well-being.
Your mind veers, against your will, to the dying creature that you had come across. It certainly wouldn't be comfortable tonight. What are you thinking? It's probably already long gone. But...what if it isn't?
What's it actually like outside? Do you go in search of the Herald? What do you bring to make it more comfortable, if so? Do you even find it?
Mari picked at the cake in front of her, sighing. The chocolate cheesecake had been so tempting at the shop window, she had given in and had bought the entire thing. It was indeed a beautiful work of art: except it hardly fit in her small fridge, and so here she was, trying to polish enough of it off to store the rest for another day.
It hadn't occurred to her of course, that she could simply cut it up into smaller pieces. Well, it had-- it just hadn't seemed like the ideal solution.
Getting stuffed silly on chocolate cheesecake was the best thing to do in a situation like this anyways.
As lightening flashed outside the window, Mari wrapped the moss green shawl around her shoulders tightly. Perhaps it was the chocolate high, or maybe the fact that she was home and safe in such foul weather: whatever the combination was, she felt good. No, she felt great.
It made her extremely aware of how lucky she was, to have a warm home to return to when the weather decided to be so hormonal.
Still...
Mari hesitated, her dessert fork poised over the last crumbs of the slice of cake as she shook her head. No, it would do her no good to worry on about the angelic being she had met only a couple of days ago. They had vanished after all, so who knew where they were now?
Still...
It had been a while since the rain had come down so fiercely. In fact, it might be the first day of such rage after THAT afternoon. Worry gnawed at her mind like a persistent beetle, and as she placed the fork back on the plate, she knew what she wanted to do.
She was going to go search for that being.
Mari took her own car this time, focusing on the narrow roads with care. She hadn't quite remembered the route, nor the exact address of the old building: but a little bit of research on the computer had helped find at least the general vicinity of such old architecture. It was here that the car had slowed to an crawl, inching block by block as Mari scanned the dark corners for something, anything familiar. It didn't make sense of course, looking for a missing person in the same place: after all, surely if they had gone missing, they were hiding away somewhere else?
Mari refused to think about what she would do if she didn't find the being. She didn't even know what she would do if she did find them. Her thoughts mangled as she tried to sort a more coherent train of thought, she almost missed the glow of white coming from the side of her vision.
It always seemed to happen when she wasn't looking.
Turning the car and lowering the headlights to clear her vision, Mari frowned, leaning forewords to get a better view. They widened then, with surprise and pleasure.
They were here.
The being seemed a little bit healthier. In fact, a lot healthier. They stood there on trembling legs, head raised with the eyes closed to catch the falling rain as if it was some personal gift. Mari felt as if she was invading someone else's privacy. They had their hands raised to the sky and an expression of such peace and joy, that Mari wondered why she herself had never taken the advantage of showering in the rain.
Because indeed, for all appearance sake, that was what it resembled.
Getting out of the car with an umbrella, the being finally seemed to acknowledge her then, eyes opening and mouth curving into a delighted little smile. Mari felt something in her heart ease seeing that they were better, and not as worn out. As she hurried foreword, bringing the umbrella over both their heads the figure fell to the floor, an expression of surprise crossing the face. It looked almost rueful as they looked down at their legs.
No, maybe they weren't quite as healthy as both of them would like to believe.
"You must be cold." Mari murmured, tugging the folded shawl she kept in her jacket pocket out and trying with care to place it around the fallen creature's shoulders. She felt a little bit silly now, and a bit nosy. But the person didn't seem to mind. In fact, they wrapped the shawl around their shoulders snugly and tried to get back up, white hair streaked with rain. "We can go in my car, if you want." she hesitated. "But only if you want to."
The eyes that met hers were frank, and curious. And so, incredibly bright. They unnerved her a little bit, because she hardly felt secure enough to meet them with the same level of confidence. Mari had no idea what she was doing, and if she was doing the right thing.
The ride home was a lot faster, and smoother. The dance in the rain seemed to tire the being out, and throughout the journey they remained crouched at the passenger seat, staring out the window and trailing raindrops on the glass. Mari hustled them up into warmth quickly, taking care to wash them both of the grime and moisture from the storm. It was an oddly embarrassing and intimate moment she tried to block out of her head.
It took longer, to find something for the being to wear. Sexless, Mari felt uncomfortable giving them something too feminine, and yet letting them run around the house in a robe hardly seemed fitting either. She settled on a over sized white shirt, taking care to button it up carefully. It made her nervous, it made her feel everything too poignantly. This was all happening for real. She hadn't imagined any of it.
"I have some food!" she called out from the kitchen, looking at the bedroom to see a flash of white as they explored. "I have... cake?" More than half remained, and she was feeling a little bit peckish herself. Reaching for the remains and grabbing two forks, she walked back into the bedroom to find the creature sitting on the bed, holding something small and compact in her hand.
"I hope you like cake. Do you eat?" she felt terribly insecure as she placed the plate on the bed, handing over a fork. As she got closer, she recognized what they were holding. "That's the real bottle. The same I was carrying with me when I met you." she paused. No, she couldn't exactly ask for it back. "Do you like it?"
Eyes rose to meet hers, and Mari smiled. She felt more secure now. Of herself. Of this angelic being with her.
"You can use it, if you want." she offered. "And you can stay with me. Until you feel better, of course."
It felt selfish, but it was nice, having someone else in the house. Maybe even after, they would want to stay here for a little longer too.
Maybe.
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 4:35 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][Clothing for the Androgynous][....
Names for the Androgynous [Solo RP]
Mari leaned against the table, chin cradled between her hands as she watched with frank amusement as the figure reached out the stroke the plush velvet shelving holding the hats. She knew she had to give them a name of some sort, a tag to call them by: it was simply ridiculous to simply refer to them as ‘the being’, and angel seemed… well, cheesy.
“Bottle?”
There was no flicker of reaction, and Mari winced. No, of course no one would want to be called bottle. But Mari was far from a creative being, and she could only think of objects that were associated with the two of them for inspiration. Perfume? Nile? Garden?
“French?”
Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Mari was certain, CERTAIN that she had seen the flicker of annoyance cross the fine features. Well, maybe she was going by this the wrong way.
“Hat.”
They had been reaching for one, and yet at the word hesitated and withdrew. No, maybe they didn’t want to be named after an every day object…
“It’s not like I’m looking for something permanent.” They were still weak, and seemed listless most of the time, choosing to rest in the bedroom upstairs and eating occasionally. But tonight for some reason they had followed her down to the closed shop, and Mari, unable to resist the opportunity wanted to use it as a chance to get to know the white haired being a little better. “I’m sure you’ll be able to talk soon. Or… you’ll leave.” This thought had her frowning. “But I can’t call you… thing.”
Was that a smile?
“You like things. Chocolate? Cake? Sugar? Scent?”
The last garnered a response. A slight, almost considering tilt of the head and Mari latched onto it. It was at least, some positive sign.
“Scent?” well, the little vial of perfume had attracted them in the rain, and even now they seemed fascinated by the little jars on her counter. The perfume, the scented creams… and food! It was also androgynous, or close enough to it that Mari didn’t feel bad if it turned out in the end that this being was actually male. “Do you like it?”
An almost smile. But all this seemed to tire them out because they chose that moment to turn towards the stairs, heading up slowly.
“Scent it is.” Mari murmured to herself. Collecting her own bags, she felt absurdly pleased with herself that it had been such an ingenious idea.
“Scent! Wait up. I’m coming too. We have cake in the fridge, I bought it this afternoon—and hey! Clothing! We need to think about clothes, now that I’ve come up with something to call you.”
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 8:51 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][WINGS][....
WINGS
Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.
The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful angel white hair and dark blue eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in.
How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?
"Scent?" Mari felt a little bit foolish when she had to call her new companion by the name. Especially in public. But so far, it had refused to answer to anything else. It... no, not an 'it' any more. A child now, with eyes that were fathomless and deep, a vivid shade of blue that had urged Mari to look for clothing in the same deep and vibrant shade. Not that Scent seemed to like to wear clothing so much. "You little exhibitionist..." she muttered under her breath, and that seemed to get a response.
The child (a child now, and of this Mari was almost sure) looked up from where she had been rubbing her back against the shag carpet, pausing not with curiosity or in response, but almost as if something loud and annoying had broken her own reverie.
"Scent, the store is closed, but that doesn't mean that you can just take off all your clothes and mark the place like some cat." her voice was exasperated, but amused. Like Mari, this child seemed to have a sweet tooth. And like Mari, this child seemed to enjoy the odd and ends that she had supplied the store with.
Still...
"Is something wrong?" with a frown, Mari watched as the child wiggled some more, rubbing her back against the shag carpet more like a tiny kitten than anything remotely humanoid.
There were wings, growing from Scent's back. Tiny wings of white tuff (she couldn't acknowledge that they were feathers yet.) edged in a vibrant shade of green blue more reminiscent of tropical oceans than anything else. It reminded Mari of a photo she had seen of a cliff side, with sparkling water hit by the sun kissing the edge of the rocks.
The vial holding her perfume had been similarly shaded, decorated in a way that paled in comparison to the hue in the child's wings.
Still...
"We've got to come up with a better name for you. And something to do about the itching." that was her only explanation as she bought over a vial of calamine lotion (it had helped her when she had gone through the itchy stages, especially when she spent too much time in the sun and her skin started to peel). "This helps, doesn't it?"
The child looked up, eyes arrested at the white bottle. It helped. It provided some measure of relief, a cooling if you will. It wasn't enough, and rubbing against something slightly textured and having the cool air against her skin helped more than any lotion.
"You know, if you itch all you have to do is tell me."
Scent looked up at Mari with amused eyes, and Mari rolled her own. Of course. Why bother saying anything when Mari would eventually realize what the child would need?
"Scent."
"Please?"
One word. Cute, and innocent. And Mari was a sucker for cute and innocent. With a sigh, she sat on the soft shag rug next to the herald and waited patiently until Scent moved, turning her back and exposing the tiny wings to her gaze. They were rather pretty. Tiny and immature still, but pretty.
Dabbing the lotion onto a cotton bud and using the white bud to dab at the skin around the wings, Mari wondered how long this would take. She wondered if they were going to get larger faster, and if other traits of the vial of perfume would begin to manifest.
"We do need a better name you know. Now that you talk to me... sometimes." she added. "Something that won't sound silly when we're out on the streets."
Scent couldn't be the only one of her kind, but so far she had not met anyone else. Maybe it was too early, or maybe she was losing out on some type of communication network. Scent wasn't shy: taking her clothes off to rub against a carpet was proof of that.
But she wasn't very outgoing yet either.
"Why?"
Mari shrugged. "Its proper." was her only answer as she dabbed more of the calamine lotion. She wasn't even sure if this would help in the long run. Maybe they needed something stronger.
Scent let out a little noise at the words then. Pfth would be the best way of describing it, to which Mari couldn't help a slight snigger.
"We're not done with this conversation, alright?"
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 5:14 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][CHOCOLATE][....
CHOCOLATE
What is your Herald's favorite food? What happens when s/he refuses to eat anything else.
There was an odd noise coming from some corner of her house. A rustling, and then something that sounded like a zombie movie she had had the misfortune of watching a night ago. It wasn’t disturbing in the sense that it would keep her awake, but with images of zombies flashing through her mind, it was enough to drag Mari out of bed.
What time is it? fumbling with the clock on the side of her bed, she frowned. 3am? Perfect time for a zombie attack she thought wryly as she pulled on a shawl she kept at the foot of her bed, slipping on a pair of slippers.
Leaving her bedroom and walking down the hallway, she stopped. The noise was… walking in the direction of Scent’s room, she felt her pulse skip with alarm. “Scent?”
The noise stopped.
It was worrying now, and her footsteps quickened, a hushed slide against the wooden floors as she ran into her herald’s room. It was discomforting to know that there might be zombies in the house, and that the zombies might be after her kid.
“Scent?”
She pushed open the door and flipped on the light, pausing as she took her bearings. There didn’t seem to be anything out of place… yet. With a frown, she frowned, noting the empty bed. But she was so sure she had heard…
“Hungry.”
The voice was quiet, soft. But she recognized the modular tone and stepped into the room, her pulse regulating as she saw a pale head peep up at her from the other side of the bed. Blue eyes, and an expression of almost peevish embarrassment. Not due to having made noise, but due to having been caught.
Mari smelt it then. The sweet, cloying scent of chocolate that was heady and almost a bit too thick in the air. She saw the tell tale smudges of brown around the lips of her tiny herald, and couldn’t help the snicker that escaped her own lips.
Chocolate?
Scent had been slightly obsessed from the very beginning with sweet food. It had been after all, one of the first things to bring the herald and the guardian together. Mari had just received a shipment of chocolate and had suffered a slight baking binge for the past couple of days, resulting in cupcakes, truffles, cakes, tarts, of the chocolate variety to explode all over the house.
It had been the only thing that the herald would eat, and it had worried Mari enough (wasn’t it unhealthy? Did they have any dietary requirements of any kind?) that she had pulled the plug on the chocolate explosion and had deliberately been serving healthy, green and leafy meals.
It seemed that Scent had managed to get around that issue.
“Honestly.” There was amusement in her tone as she settled at the food of the bed, recognizing the box of chocolate cupcakes she had prepared to hand over to a friend the next day. “I should change your name, you know.”
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 5:31 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
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STAINED GLASS WINDOWS
11.20.10
Your Herald has been acting strangely all morning, sneaking around the house, and jumping at every small noise. The cause of this behavior is discovered shortly; you find that a priceless object has been broken and it would appear that it was your Herald that broke it.
What is the object and what is its importance? How do you react to this? Do you punish them or let them off with a warning? How does your Herald react? Was it your Herald that broke the object or maybe s/he was an observer to the act?
Dear Diary,
It seems that I have entered motherhood, more or less. The experience this child brings with her is… intoxicating, crazy, and a little bit bewildering. Scent has a new name now, Isa. Ironically it was neither her nor I who came up with the name but a stained glass window. Or rather what WAS a stained glass window.
Two weeks ago I received a shipment containing the most beautiful stained glass window of a peacock: I had several potential buyers for it immediately and had planned on having an auction tomorrow. It would have been a success, and the additional revenue could have gone to investing in a couple of more pieces by the artist. His name is Isa, and… you can probably guess what happened, can’t you?
I managed to ease Scent Isa off chocolate. She seems to like eggs as well, a bit of an odd combination but I’m not going to complain if I get her to eat a more balanced diet. She doesn’t speak out still, although I know she understands everything I say and I know she can actually speak.
She doesn’t sleep as much as I wish she would though: she’s up all hours at night, and while it doesn’t worry me enough to keep me up as well, I wonder… is it normal? At all? I have no idea of judging whether this is what her kind considers normal, or if she is… different. I need to speak to someone, but so far have not met anyone else I can relate to.
Maybe I’ll put up an ad in the newspaper…
Yes diary, sometimes I think I’m hilarious.
She was acting a little bit jumpy this morning, and it worried me. Jumpy, nervous, tense… these are not words I would use to describe Isa. She’s more like a content cat who finished off all your cream and is now sunning herself on your ledge, than anything else.
It took me all day to figure out what it was. She had managed to get into the storage unit behind the store and had knocked over a couple of boxes: unfortunately for me one had contained the stained glass window: it wasn’t hurt too bad… if you ignored the fact that now it was split into two.
I couldn’t yell at her, or punish her. I’m a terrible mother for not enforcing discipline but she looked so guilty. If she grows up expecting to get away with everything… well that will definitely be my fault. But she was so cute, and she seemed quite upset. So I sent her up to her room with a plate of broccoli and told her I’d deal with this.
It sucks, to tell you the truth. I was looking forward to being able to sell the window. It’s not my normal investment, but it had so much potential. I told Isa I was going to contact the artist, and we’ve decided to hang the broken window in our own home upstairs so that it catches the full effect of the afternoon light. It’s rather beautiful, you know.
Isa sleeping on the warm patch of wood, shaded by the green and blue jewel tones coming in through the window, the tips of her wings highlighting the simplicity of the image?
Diary, I’m a sucker for my kid. I think she’s the most adorable thing to enter my life.
I’ll get better at punishing her, promise.
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 1:29 pm
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][Favorite Clothes][....
Isa sat under the warm glow of the afternoon sun in her favourite spot in the entire house. The second floor in front of the broken peacock stained class mirror, her hands splayed under the light to marvel at the play of blue and green shades dancing on her skin. It was a rather beautiful sight, and she was entranced. Sometimes when she turned her head just right, she could see the same play of colours on her wings, but it hurt to crane her neck that way, and the colour didn’t seem to shimmer and dance the same way it did from the window.
Mari had left the house to pick up groceries: normally Isa enjoyed following Mari to the store to smell the fruits and poke at the fresh bread, but she had been feeling a little bit lazy today. Besides, the weather was too cold outside, and here she was in a home heated just to the right level…
Had she been a cat, she would have indeed started to purr.
Rolling onto her back (and grimacing slightly at the feel of the wings getting caught underneath her) she looked at her hands again. One day she would ask Mari to buy her colours. Or she would ask the woman why her wings were colourful but everything else about her seemed … well, to be not colourful.
Which reminded her. One day she would also ask Mari why it was that she had to wear so many layers. Outside in the cold she understood well enough: it was cold, and clothes, despite being terribly uncomfortable and constraining, helped keep her home.
But at home?
With an expression that was of sly delight, Isa shimmied out of the white skirt that constrained her legs. There, better! Kicking them up in the air and feeling the warm breeze of heated air curl around her ankles, she let out a delighted little giggle.
There. This was more like it!
Pausing to tug off the chunky butter coloured sweater, she felt a touch of cool raise goosebumps on her exposed arms. Maybe this was too…
No, no it wasn’t too much. In fact , it felt like just enough.
With a happy little snicker, she rolled onto her stomach, letting her small wings stretch under the light. They did not itch as much as they had before: or maybe it was just that she was used to the feeling now.
No matter, she was alone at home, with no horrified Mari trying to cover her up while muttering about modesty and catching a chill, and it was warm and sunny in the room.
Now what would make it perfect would be if she could find where the woman had hidden the last of the chocolate cupcakes…
Half deciding between getting up and then deciding that this position was far to comfortable to waste, she felt her eyelids flutter close, the dark blue orbs unfocused with the coming of a happy little nap.
She would sleep, for a while….
That was how Mari found her in an hour, dozing in the warm afternoon sun, curled around the white skirt and the butter coloured sweater like a pale little kitten.
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:45 pm
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][ANGELS][....
Isa looked around the store, pausing as she realigned some of the books. It had been busy enough today that Mari was celebrating early with a glass of champagne, something Mari wanted to try but so far had been told was too young for. (It was pretty! Tall, skinny glasses with bubbly amber!) Looking up at the decorations hanging from the ceiling, she frowned.
“Mari, what if they drop?”
Tiny white angel figurines hung from silver cords from the ceiling, just high enough not to be brushed by errant heads but low enough for adults to reach down and tug off hooks. They swayed with the wind whenever someone opened the door, and the only thing that seemed to be missing were chimes to make them sing. Mari had chimes hanging at the windows, but this… this was different.
“They won’t drop honey.” Was Mari’s happy little answer from the other side of the floor. “I’ve done this before.”
“But what if they drop?” was Isa’s stubborn response.
Angels. Mari had explained to her that these were angels, and Michael had said that she was an angel too. But these… these did not look like angels. Not really. They didn’t have her wings, nor Michaels. They were not marked with vibrant colours the way he was, although they were indeed as pale as she was. Colourless almost, but pretty, tiny figurines.
“Mari?”
“Yes honey?”
“Can we give one as a present?”
She looked up, craning her head as she eyed them from her perch on the ground. They were too far away for her to look at properly, not until Mari came over to lift her up to bring her closer to the tiny figurines.
“Angels, right?”
“To who, honey?”
Mari smelled nice, like chocolate and perfume, something sweet and dark at the same time. Like chocolate, really. But Isa was distracted. Too distracted to pay too much heed to the woman as she instead stared at the angels. Pointing silently in the vague direction she wanted to move (and relieved to note that Mari didn’t seem to need any other type of direction) she paused again.
Yes, this one. The one holding onto the little star.
“To Mickey.” Was her easy answer as she reached to pull it off the hook, gingerly holding it in both hands to make sure that she wouldn’t lose her grip and drop it before Mari bought her to the ground.
“Mic…oh, you mean the boy you met last night?” there was amusement in her voice. “Sure, I don’t see why not. We can give it to him as an early Christmas present.” It would help as a bribe too, on her side to see if Luna would be willing to speak with her again. The meeting had been too brief, and she felt as if she had more questions, rather than less.
“Wrap it?”
Mari hid a grin behind her hand as she turned around to survey the boxes and ribbons they had hanging off the side of the wall.
“Sure, do you want to deliver it, or have him come collect it?”
She received a nonchalant shrug for that.
“Angel.” Was all Isa said, rather pointedly.
Maybe that was the point.
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:54 pm
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][BEES][....
BEES
It's now time for your Herald to learn about the birds and the bees- and how hard they sting! What a neglecting guardian... How does your Herald react to a bee-sting, and how did it happen?
It was the shriek that pulled Mari out of her reverie. A loud, piercing shriek that seemed to rattle the glass ornaments and cause the chimes to shiver in fear. It was young, loud, and very female. Very Isa. With alarm and adrenaline as her friends, Mari tore through the house, down the stairs, through the boutique until she was out the back garden.
“Isa! What is it?”
Concern and a mix of real fear was a heady concoction. Isa lay collapsed on the cool pavement, frosted grass lining the stones. She held a hand and rocked back and forwards, and with trepidation, Mari approached.
“Isa? Honey?”
Worry touched her voice. Pausing down, she placed a hand on Isa’s shoulder, seeing the way the wings trembled. The blue and green shades seemed to shiver, but as Isa spun around, Mari realized it wasn’t with pain, or with fear.
It was with anger.
Bright cobalt seemed to flash through the depths of the normally warm and sedate eyes. Cobalt and peacock blue as her mouth narrowed and firmed up with resolution. Gently, Mari pulled away the hand to see the bright pink mark at the end.
“What happened?”
Isa pointed accusingly at the small beehive that hung in the corner of their garden. Mari frowned. But bees hibernated in winter, didn’t they? Or at least she had never seen any activity… and while she had been planning on calling in a professional to rid the house of the beehive, it had been cold enough that Mari had put it off.
“Did a bee sting you?”
The expression that met her questions had the older women sigh inwardly. Ask a dumb question… “but honey, they don’t move in the winter.”
The next expression was almost belligerent.
“Come on, we’ll go inside. I think I’ve read about what to put on beestings.” Was it beestings or waspstings that had strange methods of healing? Was this even proper? Did people like Isa even need medication? “We’ll stay in today, make a giant chocolate cake and… then figure it out.”
Isa allowed Mari to pull her to her feet, but stood staring stubbornly at the beehive.
“I promise to make sure to call someone in by the end of the week.” Mari promised.
Isa’s gaze flitted to Mari. “Why?”
“We’ll get rid of it, so that it doesn’t happen again.”
There was no comprehension in her face.
“My fault.” Pulling back her hand and holding it gingerly, she pointed to the beehive. “Books say there’s honey…” Mari reminded herself to make note of explaining things the next time she read from a book. “but its so high up thought I could bring it down to my level” Mari made another mental note to remind herself on not buying any more piñatas for the house. “but something came out and bit me.”
“And?” she was curious to know where Isa was trying to go with this.
“My fault. Don’t need to get rid of it.” Anger still simmered under the surface, but it seemed directed more at herself than at the bees. “I should have asked better.”
Asked?
Isa shook her head, tightening her grip around her hand. “Do we get chocolate now?”
Mari smiled. It was one of warmth. Was this how mothers felt when confronted with children who seemed wiser beyond their years? But Isa wasn’t really a child, was she? “Lets go put something on your hand, and make some chocolate cake.”
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 3:37 am
~~A Garden On The Nile~~
....][THANKSGIVING][....
THANKSGIVING
It is the holidays. What do you do to celebrate? How does your Herald react? Do you have to explain much detail? Does something go wrong; if so, how do you and your Herald handle the situation?
It was something called Thanksgiving.
That much Isa knew. It was an event that had transformed the back of the shop into a room full of orange and gold, and the scent of food permeated the walls. There was a big dead bird sitting in the oven, and so many different types of pies that Isa wondered if maybe this was a torture method. How on earth could anyone consume all the food and drinks that the house held?
And that was far from the end of it. People, lots of people. Family, friends, friends of family, family of friends, they had been stomping their way into the house and filling every quiet nook and cranny with noise and laughter, with the scent of perfume and makeup and bright coloured clothes.
It was too much for her, it was too crowded and loud and noisy and they didn’t seem to pay much attention to her. She didn’t like the confusing scent of food or the way the champagne seemed to be flying off the shelves. She didn’t like the fact that she wasn’t the centre of attention or the fact that no one seemed to care that she actually didn’t like the way the big bird smelled.
It was strange. Mari had explained that it was a family event about food and happiness (actually there might have been a history lesson involved in the middle of it somewhere… but that was definitely something that she couldn’t remember), but she had overestimated just what family might mean to this lady.
Not that it was all bad.
Curled up in one of the plush chairs that ahd been pulled out from the basement, she tugged the warm quilt around her and watched the festivities. Mari had given her a new halter dress in bronze and gold to wear for this event, and while she did enjoy the way it felt against her skin, she was quietly counting down the hours until she could get it off and claim the house as hers again.
A little bit territorial?
Maybe.
Thanksgiving. It was an event that she still didn’t really understand. The smell of chocolate didn’t permeate the house as much as butter or bread, but Isa knew (she KNEW) her Mari wouldn’t forget the special touch later on.
Chocolate…
Snuggling deeper into the couch, she watched the way some of the women seemed to dazzle and glimmer the same way as the decorations they had hanging in the front of the store. One day, she would be just as big. One day she would be just as colourful…
One of these days.
“Isa, honey. What are you doing over there? Come, meet some people.”
Mari was pretty tonight as well, all oiled and coloured and scented, with a flush on her cheeks and a gleam in her eyes that was unusual.
Actually, maybe this event wasn’t so bad after all…
She could get used to something like this.
With a nod of her head, she reached out with her hand towards her guardian.
Thanksgiving, huh?
She could get used to this.
~~Un Jardin Sur Le Nil~~
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