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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:25 pm
{ To attract good fortune,
spend a new penny on an
old friend, share an old pleasure
with a new friend and lift up
the heart of a true friend by
writing his name on the wings of a
dragon.” }
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 9:34 pm
Herald 10.22.09
You've heard of a girl who is looking for a home for a very special child.
She has been repeatedly turning away prospective parents, and there are rumours that she's incredibly harsh about interrogation, managing to ferret out even the dustiest skeletons from her victims' closets. Clearly, whatever it is about this child, the girl is not going to let just anybody raise her, whether out of genuine concern for her temporary ward or sheer bloody-mindedness. You think you might be able to provide the home she's looking for though, so you decide to make inquiries of your own.
How do you find out about the child? What makes you think of adopting? What draws you to this child in particular?
Especially since they ended up together again. She sighed: what a perfect love story!
Her mood shifted a little when she heard someone sobbing. She knew who it was; little, boring contralto Aurora Miliceux had come in crying, too, about some blade-winged purple girl who wouldn't let her adopt this cute little girl. Clearly something so cute, Aurora had sobbed, had to be OOAK! So she had to have it!
Even Maria knew that little girls were not possessions. After all, she had been one once. But she stopped anyway and hopped onto the couch the sobs were coming from, blue eyes alight with the Flame of Curiosity.
It wasn't that Maria was nosy, or even particularly tactless. She was, in fact, both of those things, but they had nothing whatsoever to do with the reason she was peering over the back of a beaten-up old couch at one of her co-stars. Really, you had to look out for your co-workers, especially when they were crying after going out to adopt a kid. It wasn't so hard to find kids on Gaia, really, her brother had two and he was celibate. It was a miracle she didn't have kids yet. She felt this might be safe sex practices on the part of her and her husband, or else the fact that she didn't do anything suspicious. Just normal things.
"So," said Maria, "Where's this little girl at?"
Aurora looked up at her through angry, tear-reddened eyes. "If you think I'll tell you, you b***h, you're joking."
Maria was affronted. She had never done anything wrong to Aurora, except maybe ask about the little girl before Aurora wanted to talk. It was just, you know, she was curious now. Someone who would take such good care of a little girl had to love her a lot. Who was the purple blade-winged girl? Was she like, the little girl's mother? God, what if she was? And the father had left, gone far away to protect his woman from war, but the blade girl was too young to care for their forbidden lovechild by herself!
Wow, thought Maria, that's so romantic.
"Point of fact," said Aurora, who had probably deduced by now that Maria was off on one of her notorious flights of fantasy again, "even if I wanted to tell you, I probably wouldn't. I doubt you've got enough brains in your head to find the Daemonolgie shop. It's in Durem. It'll still take you sixty days to figure out even where that is."
Point of fact, thought Maria, she did know where Durem was. Her brother lived there. Her brother's best friend (and her best friend sometimes) lived there. She bet, if she asked Asmadai, she could find Daemonolgie really easily.
After she changed and locked the door to her dressing room behind her, she hurried down the hallway. Maria was not quite sure when she had decided that she wanted to see the girl, maybe even adopt her, but it had happened. She kept her hands busy with pulling up her long locks as she walked to the subway station - the better to keep from harassing Asmadai this early in the day. It wasn't that her brother thought she was annoying. She knew he thought that she was a little slow, and plenty immature, but if she preferred to ignore the real world for her fantasy world where everything lived and died by love, she'd have to deal with being thought childish.
She considered her reflection. The face looking back at her practically radiated youth, but Maria thought she just might be able to take good care of a little girl - if only to make sure that someone like Aurora, bitchy and shallow and clearly poor mothering material, didn't get her.
Etienne had been talking about fostering a child for a bit anyway. He wanted a violin apprentice. Maybe this little girl could be it? Maria wondered what her name was... The details of it didn't so much matter, she could make an attractive nickname out of anything, but the big question was a matter of Maria's surname:
Would it sound good with Langlois?
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:44 pm
In One Earwith Kingfisher Lucy has a softball encounter.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 6:48 pm
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