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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:50 pm
Both Phiel and Zurine followed with pleasure. The colder the air got, the more Zurine perked, and the more Doe described of the flightless birds, the more delight glittered in her dark gaze. "Flying under the water... that sounds... happy," she murmured, and as they drifted into the room, she paused. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating dark-on-dark as she looked around at the frosty loveliness of the penguins' habitat. Phiel lingered in the door, and let her drift forward into the cool loveliness, though it was walled off with glass.
For Zurine, this was perfect -- the frigid whiteness of the landscape contained within the glass walls, and the frolicking fat birds waddling about and flying under the water, all sleek smoothness, everything struck her as beautiful. She let out a joyous, birdlike sound, and spun, pale hair flying around her in a snow-blue curtain. Her hands rose. "This is good!" Her voice was happier than it had been in awhile. "I like this place!" After a moment, she turned away, laughing softly and turning to plant her fingers against the cool glass, delightedly surveying the penguins inside.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 11:44 am
As one particularly plump penguin twirled underwater in front of Zurine a few times Doucette couldn't help but to laugh at the obvious show-off in the water, attempting to hide the giggle behind her fingers pressed to her lips. "I think they like you too Zurine," the red head said from her perch on the chair. It was..odd how absolutely invested she felt in the Frei's discovery of the cold world of penguins. But seeing the expression on her face, only a cold-hearted creature could stand not to feel happy with the girl's exuberance.
"That little group to the right, with the line under their chin, they're called Chinstrap Penguins, while the little ones with the bad hair day are Rockhopper Penguins. My favorites are those big guys all standing around staring at each other, they're called King Penguins. They think they're pretty important, but then, they are pretty big!" No really, she's not that much of a penguin genius, she just enjoys coming to the aquarium a lot! Despite knowing the names of the penguin breeds, there was very little else she'd be able to talk about if asked due to the penguins not being a personal favorite. Doe was more of a sun and beach type of girl versus the cold and snow. That didn't stop her enjoyment of watching the fat things from time to time though!
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:45 pm
Exhaling a cold cloud of breath onto the glass, Zurine watched, wide dark eyes tracking each penguin that Doe pointed out, eager and curious and fascinated. Her wings flapped slowly behind her, her rune blazing brightly behind her swirl of ribbon, her expression rapt. The penguins were officially her favorite bird, and she beamed, a narrow rime of frost spreading between her delicate fingers as her excitement grew. "Little ones, those are best," she said, a shiver of delight making the frozen feathers of her wings tinkle like tiny bells. "And they like cold. Like me."
"If you want," Phiel said mildly, with a besotted-parent expression of pleasure on his usually-sober face, "we can check the aquarium gift shop to see if we can find you a plush toy of one..."
Turning to look at Phiel, Zurine made an expression of delight and awe, blue lips softly rounding in a delicate O of surprise. "Plush...? What is that word?" She looked between Phiel and Doucette, excited.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:56 pm
A nod was given to Zurine's observation on their cold habitat, Doucette wondering mildly if it would ever be possible for the frosty raevan to be allowed behind the thick glass. Surely the possibility of being in such a cold environment and being able to wander about with the penguins would delight the girl, would it not? Doe shook her head with a little smile to herself. Such thoughts were far too advanced for the child-like girl with the wide gaze and excited expression. Perhaps when she was the next stage, what was it called again, that Phiel could attempt to bargain with the aquarium owners. If that was his desire of course! He did tend to ooze that laid-back nice-guy appeal though, so it didn't seem outside the realm of possibilities.
Despite herself a little frown curled on her pink lips, not terribly deep but punctuated with a little furrow between her brows. Would Zurine be acceptable of the switch? That which she liked about the penguins was hardly able to be replicated in a plushie-version of the bird. Then again, Doucette was constantly surprised at the dedication children have to the things they love. Sometimes the woman could really overthink things!!
"Plush is...." she started, rolling her hand in the air like she was trying to gather the perfect explanation to her lips when she paused and looked at Phiel. He had brought it up, it was unfair for the red head to be stealing all the attention and answering all of the questions. After he'd tell Zurine was exactly plush was she'd smile in encouragement and nod, adding, "Plush is really nice! Especially a fat plush penguin to sleep with at night!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 5:26 pm
Phiel explained 'plush' to Zurine quietly. "Soft furry cloth," he supplied, as she drank up the information quietly. "Usually, it's sewn up in the shape of an animal."
"So, soft furry animal-shape toy, she said, slowly, nodding. She laced her pale fingers together, smiling. "Want. Yes, I want one! Can I? Now?" She looked up at both of them hopefully, fluttering her feathers and smiling, lips pursed in a cute rosebud of eagerness.
"Now, I don't know if we're done walking," Phiel said with a soft noise of amusement.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 6:32 pm
As she did a great deal of the time, Doucette was letting the time run away with her and the general agreement that yes, they should all go and visit the gift-shop was just about to tumble off those eager lips when sight of a clock jarred the red head into reality and a frown took up residence there instead. "Ah, I am so sorry but my walk for today is unfortunately over," Doe looked wistfully down the hall where one could find the gift shop, imagining her own plush sitting upon the shelves, forlorn and abandoned now that the woman could no longer purchase it!
For the two of them though a smile was mustered and beamed her delight at having met them despite being sad to go. The good-byes were a bit hurried (for she truly was going to be abominably late at this point!) but the wishes to meet again were heart-felt and the card she handed over gave them both all sorts of contact information for whatever their preferences.
"Enjoy your plush!"
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