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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 11:38 am
Jer flipped her hand back and forth in a sort of gesture. "I think my current job is going to end fairly soon," she said somewhat sadly. While the Forge had gotten a little creepy and bizarre, Jer still had fond memories of the place, as well as all the people she'd met while working there. The elf listened to the other woman talk about her own search for a job, and then nodded. "Lenient, perhaps?" she corrected gently. "I'm sure you'll find a job somwhere; Gaia is full of shops that need help."
Elena had closed her eyes, although she wasn't sleeping. Just lightly dozing, and Ioyla's question caused her to move her head away from her mum's side to peer at the demon in thought. She kicked her feet against the bench as her mind went over all the things her mum had mentioned about her appearance from a book after Jerava had answered a question. "I think I'm," Elena began, counting on her fingers to arrive at the correct number, "Eight months old," she said proudly, not aware that she looked nothing like an eight month old should. Then again, things were rather odd here in Gaia, at least regarding normal aging rules.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 2:17 pm
While Elena told Ioyla her age, pins and needles assualted the latter's legs, which had been folded up underneath Ilistala. Ioyla grimaced and moved her child to rest against the back of the bench, her head lolling on her shoulder. She began rubbing and stretching her legs, speaking all the while.
"Oh yeah? Eight months, huh? Stala here's bout, mm...June...July..." Ioyla stopped working over her legs to count on her fingers, turning her head to the sky to concentrate better, although she never really concentrated that well at all. "I think she's bout, uh, seven months old! But she looks so much older, huh! I tell you, this Gaia place sure is freaky. There must be somthin in the water!"
Ioyla leaned back to stretch majestically: Pulling back her arms, exposing a portion of her belly; screwing her eyes shut and seeing dark spots once she opened them; yawning so loud and so deep, her ears would pop. She looked almost like a lion on the Kenyan plains. Ilistala sleepily crawled back to her mother's lap, where she twisted and wormed her way back into her previous position.
"Ohh, s'a sleepy haid~," Ioyla coo'd, poking Stala's cheek and receiving a grumpy whine in return. "We should prob'bly get goin. I guess Stala is ready for her nap. Aren'tcha, baby! Yeeeah, you aaare." Ioyla peeled herself off the bench, clutching Ilistala to her breast.
"Nice meetin ya, Jer. You too, Elena! With your pretty blue hair'n ears. Such a little cutie pie." The demon held out her hand for Jer to give a farewell handshake, grinning and in an all-together good mood.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 5:14 pm
Elena peered at Stala curiously. The girl certainly didn't seem to be almost as old as her, and yet, she was. How odd. "That's the most probable explanation I've heard," Jer said dryly in response. About to continue, the elf clamped her jaw shut in an effort to restrain her sympathetic reation to Ioyla's yawn; a wasted effort, Jer did, however, keep herself from the jawcracking yawn Ioyla's had inspired. "G'bye Stala," Elena said softly, her own eyes beginning to drift shut. Before she could snuggle closer to her mum, Jer dug in a pocket of her jacket, pulling out a business card to slip in the other woman's hand as they shook. "Has our phone number and P.O. box on it," Jer explained, shaking Elena gently to keep her from falling alseep. "In the event you'd ever want to contact us," she continued with a smile to keep any sting out of the comment. Standing up, once she was certain Elena wouldnt fall over, Jer picked the girl up, settling her lightly on her hip, tail tucked around Elena's waist for extra security. "A pleasure to meet you both."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 5:43 pm
Ioyla balanced Ilistala against her chest with one hand like a pro, using the other to warmly shake Jer's hand. She took the business card from the elf's grasp, turning it over in her fingers to study the name and number. Wow, a business card! How professional! Made Ioyla want to get a slice of paper with her phone number on it, too.
"Okeydokey, Jer!" she chiurrped, sliding the card behind her ear for safe-keeping, "I'll give ya a ring some time! Maybe Elena and Stala'll wanna play, yeah?" She smiled and tipped Jer a pleasent bow, mindful of keeping a hand on the back of Stala's head to keep it from rolling all over the place. She blew the groggy Elena a kiss, giggling and turning to shuffle back home, where the two would sleep the afternoon away, full on Chinese food and a new friend.
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