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 Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 9:28 am
Onoway's gaze didn't soften. Her voice didn't, either. It was rare that the attitude Noharu no doubt rubbed off on all her 'children' at least a little showed so much, but it did happen ocassionally. Ocassionally was now.
"I don't trust this guy," Onoway whispered quietly to her friend, though her eyes never even blinked away from the man. What he was saying made no sense at all! "What's he even talking about?"
Biting someone didn't send them away to another world! She'd been biten by her sisters devil cat, and she was still here!
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 9:21 pm
Sylvester wished he could say he didn't trust this... Tim. He didn't want to remember this guy, but flashes of his face danced at the edges of Sylvester's memory. This guy... and blood... and a bar for some reason. What?
"I don't know," Sylvester whispered. "But I do remember him from somewhere."
Tim's smile faded. He couldn't hear what the children were saying, but he knew they were still uncertain of his intentions. "I just came to Gaia to give you a late Christmas present." He rummaged in his pocket for a moment before handing over a sparkling snowglobe. "Sorry I don't have anything for your friend, but I couldn't have known she would be here, right?"
"See, it's all of us. Quin, me, Nan. They wanted to come, but I told them I would. And now you don't even remember me."
Sylvester took the globe and passed it between his hands. It was a lot heavier than the one Mama had given him for Christmas, and there were little replicas of people he knew inside! Poor replicas, but they were still pretty cool. The little Nan-person even had a cane! "Thanks, I guess." He looked at Onoway and sighed. He really didn't want to have to explain himself. He didn't know half of what this guy was going on about, and the stuff he did have a memory of was completely bizarre. He was sure she would think he was a giant freak.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 8:48 am
One of her cousins had accused Onoway of being an 'empath' before. The Tale wasn't sure then or now what that was, or if it was good or bad. She also didn't know she wasn't one, whatever it was.
The tiny girl was just good at reading people sometimes. You learned how to do that when you didn't say much. And she realized why she didn't say much, because nothing good ever came of it. It seemed her fault her friend was distressed. Why had she become so jumpy so quickly, anyway? She doubted it was really because of anything Noharu said.
What was that saying? Bagains be bagains? ... Wait, what was a bagain--was she saying it right? Onoway shrugged to herself and held her hand up Tim. Perhaps one of the only her age who's means of greeting was a hand shake. "Onoway," she offered politely. "I apologize."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 9:29 pm
If there was one thing Tim wasn't, it was smart. For instance, it had never even crossed his mind that he might look more than a bit big and scary to a couple of children, or that sneaking up on them probably wasn't the best way to earn their trust. He had thought the presence of presents would have been enough. Well, 'present' to be more accurate. But he was glad the little girl didn't seem so angry anymore.
"Pleased to meet you," Tim said with a smile, extending his hand and shaking Onoway's.
For all of the getting along going on around him, Sylvester didn't feel any happier. He hopped off of the bench and came around its side to stand next to Onoway. "You know Nan?" he asked Tim. "And Quin? Where do they live?" He wasn't trying to be pushy, but this was a little too outrageous to be believed. Sylvester had wanted to keep thinking that whole Guaxa thing had been some sort of weird, realistic dream, but now there was this guy, this adult, telling him it hadn't been.
"You know... Guaxa," Tim said, his good humor once again on the decline. What was up with kids nowadays? True, he didn't know much about how he had gotten to the alternate universe the first time, but he knew Sylvester had brought him, and therefore Tim assumed the kid knew all about it. But looking at the Tale's confused face, Tim realized Sylvester didn't know anything. Well, he certainly wasn't going to be the one to explain it all. "Uh... well... it was nice talking to you two. I'm just going to leave you to whatever you were doing. It's a nice day, why don't you... play on the swings or something?" He backed up slowly, making a poor attempt at getting away before he could be questioned further.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 9:44 pm
Alright, now, Onoway had tried being nice to this guy.
And, to be fair, most of the time she was just a very...emotionless girl. But she considered Sylvester her friend--and the first one she had ever made no less, and so the fact he wasn't answering her friends questions (even though she had no idea what either of them were talking about herself), made her annoyed with him like before.
"I don't think that's quite the answer he expected from you..." she mumbled, eyes narrowed a bit.
A small gust of wind suddenly picked up, ruffling their hair and clothes. Onoway wrinkled her nose and folded her wings back.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 8:53 pm
Sylvester sighed and smiled slightly. This guy really wasn't worth his time. "Yeah, that's not what I was talking about. If you're not going to tell us, why don't you just go?" He felt bad that Onoway didn't really know what was going on, but there would be plenty of time to explain later.
He crossed his arms over his chest. On any other day, Sylvester might have gotten a bit more upset, but really, he didn't want to be mad when it was so nice out. All he wanted to do was go on some rides with Ono, who he hadn't seen in like forever and... jeez, these stupid adults were always messing up fun things.
"Look, I can't tell you anything, okay?" Tim said, stepping back over near the Tales. "Why don't you ask your mom? I'm sure she knows something about it all."
Sylvester just sighed again, this time audibly. The breeze stirred his hair and he turned back to the bench and jumped up on it again, his back now to Tim like it had been when the man had first approached. He ran his hand over the snowglobe in his jacket pocket.
"All right," Tim said. "It was nice meeting you, Onoway." A moment later he was gone, long strides taking him back up the street toward the alley.
Sylvester turned to Onoway, eyes downcast. "I know what he was talking about," he said. "I went someplace that I thought was a dream. I don't know how he could have found out about it unless it was real. Sorry. Today was supposed to be fun."
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:36 pm
Onoway felt a weird feeling. She assumed it was the 'guilt' thing her sister talked about. Emotions aside from happy, sad and angry still confused her. They were complicated, and so many names!
"Oh, no," she attempted, forcing a smile that was convincing enough (hopefully). "This was plenty of fun!" Whatever 'fun' was, this was probably close enough to it.
Then his words before sank in. "A dream...?" repeated the butterfly in amazement. "That sounds very...cool." That was such a weird use for that word, but her sister had told her a lot of things, and one was that people liked to use and hear it that way. "Was it pretty there?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 5:42 pm
Pretty? "Not any prettier than here," he said. "They had a castle though, that was nice." He'd heard about there being castles in Gaia too, but he'd never seen them. "It was cool," he agreed, not noticing her awkward use of the word. "I could read their language and stuff too." He was still a little miffed that his stupid baby cousin could read better than he could. Perhaps he should practice more.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 2:12 pm
"That's very impressive." Mean what you say, and say what you mean. It was a rule Onoway followed. She was truly impressed, assuming he could read English, too. She couldn't read at all, and paired with the fact she (in a way) couldn't speak either, it was almost enough to make her frown.
"Did you tell your guardian?" was her next question. Her sister had told her once moms and dads, or some cases aunts and uncles and grandmas and grandpas, had the solution for everything.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 10:15 pm
Sylvester looked a little frightened at the prospect of telling Smerdle anything about his journey, especially now that he knew it hadn't been some wild fantasy. He might be secretly more dangerous than Brownie and her crazy, bladed wings! Criminals on Law & Order never sent people places by biting them, but after he got locked up, Sylvester was sure it wouldn't be long before there was an episode all about it. "No. I mean, what would she say?" He felt the globe in his pocket again and leaned back into the bench. "What I don't get is how she couldn't have known. I was away for a couple of days, I thought. Maybe I'll tell her. I could have gotten hurt or something last time."
At that very moment, Smerdle was almost certain that Sylvester was hurt, or worse. She stood down the block from the park, Brownie in hand, the door of the Stationery Store swinging shut behind her. She had told Sylvester to wait inside for her, but she had seen no giraffe boys in the shop and he wasn't on the street either.
"Park," Brownie said. She could see tiny children running around up the street and she wanted some of that action.
"Your cousin is gone," Smerdle said, matter-of-factly. "I told him to wait here. What good is going to the park going to do?"
"Park."
"Fine."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:35 pm
"I'm...not certain," Onoway answered. Her tone was how she felt: Helpless. Not helpless as in defending her own welfare, helpless as far as assisting her friend, something she wished she could do.
But she didn't know his mother, and she also had no idea how to lie (or 'exegerate' as Noharu had once said). No help at all, sometimes. "Maybe it's one of those situations where time works differently?" suggested the girl. She'd heard about that happening in a book her sister had read to her once.
Years went by in one world and minutes in another.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 7:40 pm
"That's probably it," Sylvester agreed. "So that means I'm like older than I would be if I'd been here all the time, 'cause you guys all stayed the same age while I grew." Pretty cool. "Don't be sad, Ono. It'll all make sense when I talk to Mama later." He wasn't too sure of that himself, but it made him feel better. He hopped off of the bench and turned to face Onoway, spotting Smerdle and Brownie coming toward them over the top of her head. Great. He didn't want to talk to her about it now.
Smerdle waved and made her way over to the Tales. "I guess this is close enough to the shop for you not to be dead," she deadpanned. "Hi, I'm Sylvester's mom. You must be Onoway." Smerdle had heard about a green butterfly Tale, but only in the form of a lot of excited babbling from Sylvester and a brief description from Chucky, who had only seen the girl from down the block.
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