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 Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 11:26 am
"Thanks. You name is pretty too, but I don't think ill be able to say it correctly." He admited. Istas... that was a name he'd never heard before. "Are you from here, or do your parents move to Destiny City when you were younger ?" He asked, idly, as he continued to color his own picture.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 1:20 pm
Istas paused, it'd been the first time she'd been asked about her name in a while. She smiled softly, "Me and Mom use to live near the Cherokee land in the Carolina's while Daddy was away working. She chose not to live with her family..."
Istas pondered for a second, "You could call me Lulu if Istas is too hard, it's my middle name." She smiled softly, "We moved here when I was still little, but I remember that there was more green and trees, there." She said softly looking around the park, some of the only green and trees you really saw in Destiny.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 1:29 pm
"Oh, I see !" So she had native american in her lineage, maybe ? That would explain her name them. "Lulu, then." It seemed to suit her. Cute little nickname.
"I lived my whole life here." It was his turn to explain. "Even since I was tiny up to now. It's kind of hard to imagine myself anywhere else." Especially now, but he left that unsaid.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 2:22 pm
Istas nodded as she picked up a sparkly pink crayon. She paused, "It's fun here." She admitted, "I really only miss the green sometimes, there's pretty snow here though."
She paused, "Though the monsters the news speaks about worry my parents, they don't want me out at night, I don't even get to watch the fireflies." She frowned slightly.
She paused, "Do you like to watch the fireflies?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 2:31 pm
"There wasn't snow often where you come from ?" He asked her, reaching into the lunchbox for another crayon, a blue one this time. Lady's collar had been blue, right ? It had been eons since he'd seen that movie.
"Ah, that's too bad. But they do it to keep you safe, you know ?" He continued. "I don't even go out at night, myself. Unless I have no other choice, or someone else with me. It's just... not safe anymore." He sighed. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that going out alone at night was a good idea. "I like watching stars, myself." He smiled. "Did you ever wonder if they ever got lonely ? They look so close, yet they are very, very far from one another." It has been one of the things he had wondered, when he had been young. Before he'd learned that stars were just big balls of gas.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 5:38 pm
She paused, "There was, but nothing compared to the snow up here. There it was enough to call off school and make a snow man with, here it's like up to your knees some days."
She nodded, "Yeah but it's not very fun." She admitted softly. "Mom's stories from the Cherokee are sometimes more believable, than sailor suited 'bad guys'" She paused for air quotes, "and monsters."
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 5:48 pm
Bad guys. Tallulah had warned him about that - warned him that this was how most civilians considered them, so it was not as much as a shock than it could have been. Still, it made him wince inwardly.
Why did I get pulled in this mess...
He didn't want people to think he was a bad person. Even if, in reality... he wasn't one. But then, the air quotes seemed to hit him.
"I used to think that, too." He realized that he had to explain the somber look in his eyes now, shaking his head. "But I ran across one of those monsters, one night. I thought I was going to die. But a senshi saved me." It wasn't completely the truth... but it wasn't a complete lie, either.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 5:58 pm
Istas nodded "My babysitter said they were good guys. She wouldn't lie to me." She smiled with a chuckle.
She paused, watching him hand having debated on another color hovered over the box. "You were saved by one? Were they awesome?" She asked awed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 6:19 pm
Oh, man.
"They were." He said, nodding for emphasis. Not that he'd call himself awesome by any stretch of the imagination, but... His hand went to pick up a red crayon to color Tramp's collar. "I wouldn't be here if that senshi hadn't came along, I don't think."
"And that is why you need to stay nice and safe." He said, smiling at her. "Alright ?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 7:44 pm
Istas grabbed a lilac crayon and started working on the hair. She planned on doing the hair in lighter colors and maybe with some white.
She listed to him her head tilted, she nodded. "Alright." She smiled, "It at least makes me feel better that more than my parents and babysitter say it."
It was comforting more than a few people confirmed it. As she worked on the mane of the pony. "It's just a shame we can't star gaze."
She paused seeing the star on the pony's hindquarter and she was reminded he'd said something about stars. "Oh... you said something about stars...?" She shouldn't've been so rude. "I always wondered about that, mama tells me about this one story from the Cherokee about boys that became stars." She glanced up at the sky, "They must be lonely... I hope there's more than them up there."
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 2:17 am
"Boys who become stars, uh..." He pondered out loud. "That sounds like a nice story... Do you remember it ?" It not, well, that was what the good ol' internet was for, yeah ?
"I don't really know any stories like that." He admitted. "Through... Who knows, maybe in a few hundred years, the children will hear stories about monsters and sailor-suited boys and girls..." That was such a weird thought.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 8:32 am
She paused, "I can't remember it word for word. But I can try." She said softly as she thought.
"It was long ago, when the world was new. There were seven boys that use to play by the townhouse. They rolled a stone wheel along with a curved stick used for striking the stone. Their mothers were mad at them and boiled stones with the corn and gave it to them for dinner. They said since the boys like playing with the stones better than the cornfeilds they could eat them."
She paused for a second to look up at the sky. "The boys were mad at their mothers, so they left to go back to the town house were they danced. They danced for a long time... I want to say the dance they did was called...." She paused with a frown, "The feather dance?"
It'd been a while since she'd heard the story. "Either way the boys were lifted off the ground when their mothers came. Each time they danced around the boys went higher. One mother managed to catch her boy and he hit the ground and went into the ground because he hit it so hard!!" She said making a fit and hitting her palm.
"The others went up into the sky. They formed a group of stars..." She paused, "I forgot which one to be honest..." A soft blush crept up on her face, "But the other boy, his mother cried over the spot where he was, and soon a tree grew." She nodded.
"That's how we got the pine trees. At least, according to the story." She said having remembered that part easily enough.
When she finished the bit she seemed to ponder, "You know, it probably would make for good stories." She said softly.((*coughs* story's here I kinda kiddy'd it up. ~-^ ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 5:18 pm
The blonde listened to her story intently. He would probably look it up later out of sheer curiosity, but for now, Istas' explanation was enough.
"That's a very nice story." He told her, smiling. "I don't really know any nice story to share with you, though..." At least not things she would already know. Like fairy tales. The ones he actually remembered from his childhood, that is.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 7:43 pm
She nodded, "It is." She said softly as she worked on coloring the mane again, with a lighter pink than she used before. "Mama likes to tell me the Cherokee Legends."
She paused tilting her head with a smile, "That's okay." She said with a nod, "I just know some unusual stories." She smiled.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 11:37 am
"They sound like nice legends." He said, continuing on his own picture. He was almost done - kid's coloring books meant simple pictures, after all. "And there is probably at least some truth to them. Most legends do." The blonde pondered out loud. "But then as people retell them, they change, depending on how they're told along."
It was an amazing thing, really, and he wondered if something similar could be done with music.
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