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 Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 8:45 pm
Vivi's hands went automatically to where her purse would have been (had she brought one), searching as she had in months prior for the dark lacquered cigar-holder that had been her vial's home. She had so loved showing off her little vial of broken dawn; she loved to watch the many reactions to its curious calm, its glittering, faintly sunlit shards. A faintly wistful twist passed along her smile -- she missed it suddenly, her little mute companion of glass.
"Ah, if only we had had the pleasure of meeting Mssr. sooner," sighed the Frenchwoman. "I could have shown you instead of explained! It was quite a wonderful little vial, you know -- so full of color and light. It was called the Broken Dawn ... so many little crystals, all the shades of the sunrise! Such a lovely feeling it gave, quite so warm and calm! I almost wished I could keep a memento of it, ahn?" She laughed. "But I suppose I shall have one eventually!"
"And the soul, it was a royal white stag with beautiful golden antlers. Such a lovely creature..." Vivi shook her head, eyes bright as she remembered the beast. Her voice held no sadness -- only pride. "Oh! That I could have taken a picture of him! So graceful..." Another laugh, but this one softer.
Meanwhile, Shepard waded into the pond's shallows, one arm out for balance as his flip-flops slid against the warm, slick mud. The ducks eyed him warily as he moved, their own bodies sliding into a protective formation that dissipated almost immediately as Ekundayo's chunks of bread entered the equation.
While she was absorbed in feeding them, Shepard turned his attention to his ragged kite, snapping the thin dowels and loosely tearing into the newspaper's carefully-folded fabric. The remnants he shoved under one arm as he continued to work, his rough fingers swift and gentle over the details of his project. A twist here, a tuck there, and he had something ready -- all he needed now was a piece of driftwood, anything small and wet would do... he craned his neck to check the reeds, dark eyes scanning the messy undergrowth.
"Hn?" Just then, Ekundayo returned, her hands full of a small, croaking frog, now curiously inspecting its new surroundings. Shepard took a shuffling step back, careful not to splash his new acquaintance, and peered into her palms. "Well, lookit that. He's a beaut."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 12:15 am
"Broken dawn?" Fathle asked, mulling this over. He was still getting used to the concept of essences that shouldn't really have a physical form being placed in test tubes for scientific study... then again, the fact that he was still alive and breathing went against most people's concepts of the normal world so he couldn't be too bewildered. "Most interesting. I would have liked to have seen that."
His red eyes watched Vivi's face when she spoke of the soul. A white stag. Once again, having Ekundayo given to him as she was, Fathle didn't quite think about the fact that for her existence to be true another had to be extinguished. Did she kill the stag herself? Or perhaps did she wait for it to lay down and die from age? He searched for the truth in her face but could not discern anything.
"I am thus more impressed, Ms. Vivi. You are not only beautiful but a gifted huntress; Artemis seems to have a rival," Fathle said with a small smile. There was a small pause. "May I ask after your profession?"
Ekundayo smiled up at Shepard before gently setting the little frog down in the shallow waters. It gave a small squeak before jumping out of her pale hands and plopping in the water, happily swimming into the shadows in the pond.
"What were you looking for?" she asked, dusting off her hands and rejoining Shepard's side. Ekundayo pointed toward the small patches of water reeds. "You were looking over there..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 9:22 pm
A gifted huntress.
That, certainly, was not a description of Vivi LaCelle -- at least, not if she had any say in the matter. A soft sound ("Oh!") was all that crossed her lips at what had been meant as a compliment, along with a faint, self-possessed, ladylike shake of the head -- and then Vivi was Vivi again, smiling prettily and ready to converse. "I am an acrobat in some slight sabbatical now. My life was the circus, but now I have a little bakery in Gambino with my friends -- it is a lovely little place! Perhaps you and your beautiful Ekundayo will come and visit us there?"
Shepard, meanwhile, regained his slipping footing against the shallow's pull, and he bent slightly to retrieve a piece of driftwood that tried to slither past. "It's just..." he began, flicking his head slightly to try to readjust the fall of his hair across his brow, suddenly self-conscious without knowing why. It was the proximity, he figured, to Ekundayo and her sweetness; he passed the back of his hand against his forehead and streaked himself lightly with dirt. Damn, he thought -- he might as well be a kid.
"Here," he said laconically, after a beat, his hands opening to present the eagle with the gift. It was a little boat, makeshift and rustic and slapdash, but still a little boat, a kite reborn.
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