|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 2:00 pm
Namini recalled watching an endearing little Miyazaki film, Kiki's Delivery Service, when she was younger. She remembered tying cute, brilliant red bows to anything that was capable of possessing one: David, her mother, lamps, chairs. She could not have gotten enough of the simple beauties and joy that film expressed. She wondered if Prajna would like Spirited Away. She wondered if Prajna...would maybe watch it with Jezabroux's Luka? Then Namini returned back to reality, fluttering her adorable eyelashes like a schoolgirl in a blush, "Eccentricities. ...I wish ...I could call Prajna's mannerisms those, but yes. I suppose each passing day with it does seem more entertaining than before, in a sense. Prajna seems to have an inclination to animals as well, though I don't think it can talk to them. We once passed a pet shop, with star kittens on display and Prajna looked like a girl in love!"
Namini giggled, remembering one of the few moments Prajna actually seemed innocent and happy.
Just a few yards away, one need not question whether Prajna was smiling out of good intent, the grin more of a smirk than anything. But as Luka responded carefully and softly, Prajna's hard, malicious expression seemed to flinch and then relax a bit, the smile slowly slipping into a neutral pout. Prajna's piercing blues watched as the Satyr folded his wings to a defenseless position against his back. The redhead couldn't help but wonder what kind of trickery this display was. Was this Luka really testing the Star? Did he honestly believe that the Star was bluffing? Or was he...being genuinely inquisitive? genuinely submissive?
Prajna then noted the sight of Namini's unmistakable chocolate curls nearby. Immediately, the fiery Frei released its hold on Luka's hair, somewhat relieved to have some kind of feeling back in its fingers as it floated a few feet apart from Luka, its wings taking on the state in which his were. With Christmas so close, Prajna wasn't going to let Namini see it cause any trouble...on purpose.
"Delia. Lucia. LuLu. Rivener. If Luka is smart, Luka will not go close to them. They fight and claw and are not the best kind of us. If friends with Delia or them, then Prajna will. not. trust. you. evermore." came the low hiss of a response as the Star then ruffled its charcoal wings and pretended to laugh, wondering if Namini was close enough to hear.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 2:52 pm
"Kitten stars?" The man asked. They sounded familiar, but he couldn't seem to match up a visual. "I have never really considered taking Luka to the zoo or a pet shop, The boy seems to find the park or the woods on my parent's property sufficient. Though... he does seem to watch the Discovery Channel a lot. Perhaps, you would be interested in a trip to the zoo one day when it warms up Miss Namini? I believe it'll be a wonderful experience for both Luka and Prajna." It wasn't a bad idea at all actually. Knowing Luka, the Satyr would probably overjoyed to see new things. It was one thing to be familiar with a house cat or sparrow, but another completely different matter when one got to pet lion cubs and feed giraffes.
Looking over, Jezabroux smiled when he saw Luka with another Raevan. No doubt the new face was Prajna, with the little star decoration on its top hat... what else was there to guess? The two seemed to be getting along quite well from what he could see, with Prajna appearing to laugh. "It seems like the guardians were becoming acquainted the Freis were doing likewise Miss Namini."
When Prajna released its grip on his downy locks, Luka immediately moved away from the Fallen Star. There was nothing wrong with creating distance. Despite the feeling of kinship he was feeling to Prajna, that look he had caught in the Star's eyes were more than enough to squish that feeling of necessary affection. Prajna was volatile.
Prajna was dangerous.
"Luka does not trust Prajna already. Prajna willing to hurt Luka for saying Delia." The Satyr commented dryly. Spreading out his wings, the Forsaken Light slowly floated towards his guardian. From the way Prajna had released his hair when it had seen the brunette was sign that the Star was cautious of its actions around her. Flashing Namini a boyish smile, the Satyr waved. "Hullo. Know Elai yes? But Luka no know you. Who you?" Oh yes, Prajna. Luka was protecting its back.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 3:11 pm
Prajna's eyes bore their way through the partially developed area that was Luka's back as he floated over to the guardian pair. Prajna stayed back as it watched the Satyr approach them and then direct his attention to Prajna's guardian, Prajna's bubbly idiot girl. Who did this brat think he was? Prajna knew what the Forsaken Afterglow was doing and no one played the sychophant around the Flame and its property. Prajna immediately floated over and forgot any sense of "Christmas merriment" as it used itself to create a barrier between Luka and the now surprised brunette. Namini did not gasp or jump but, after the initial shock of the division, her expression began to settle into that of surrender and nervousness, "Prajna, this is Luka's owner, Mr. Jezabroux. Please say hello to him."
Prajna looked the man up and down but quickly dismissed him as nothing more than a tall, bicolored pianist and returned to the lightly colored Frei in front of it. It didn't care if he trusted it or not, but Prajna, for a moment, had given him the credit of being intelligent, even if minorly so. That seemed questionable now.
"Hello man" Prajna stated simply, though its blue eyes were busy contemplating which part of Luka's face to hit first, should it come to that. "Luka is smart you think, Jez man? If yes, then...how smart you think?" It frowned deeply, narrowing its icy gaze.
Namini felt her entire body tense as she placed a firm hand on one of Prajna's shoulders. Prajna was taken momentarily aback by the usually loving girl's unfamiliar grip. It almost seemed like she was digging her small pink nails into Prajna's cold skin. Prajna's features relaxed if only by a small fraction as Namini turned to Jezabroux and Luka, "I'm so sorry. Prajna's..a handful and a bit of a mouthy child. Please forgive it."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 6:09 pm
"Yes Prajna, say hi to Elai." The Satyr said in a rather challenging tone, honey colored eyes darkening into a rich tawny color. He did not like how Prajna was acting. Wings flaring out in an unusually aggressive display, Luka floated closer to Jezabroux's height. "Or is Prajna hateful of Elai too?" It was finding the Fallen Star hard to react to. Gauging emotions, it was almost impossible with Prajna and it was throwing the Satyr into a loop.
The acupuncturist was suddenly finding this to be a very tense situation. It was the first Luka had reacted so negatively to another Raevan. "Pleased to meet you Prajna." He suddenly found himself caught off guard by the star's question. How intelligent was Luka? He had never really asked himself that question before. Assuming how quickly the Satyr picked up concepts, Luka certainly wasn't a floating bag of magic. "That is a difficult question to answer. Luka picks up on concepts very quickly and can mesh prior knowledge to understand new things. He's very intuitive as well, so perhaps that plays in his favor in some extent... Luka is sharper than I had initially expected him to be Prajna." Jezabroux couldn't help but throw in a small smile, hoping to ease the situation. "And it's fine Miss Namini. It's natural for young ones to be curious."
Likewise, he also placed a hand on his ward's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "I'm not sure what has happened but Luka, you should apologize to Prajna for your behavior. Rudeness is not acceptable." The man said in a chiding tone.
Luka was silent. His would have burned holes into Prajna's face if the Frei could shoot out lasers out his eyes. Crossing his arms against his chest, the Satyr slowly lowered itself to about Prajna's height. "... Not sure why Elai make Luka apology." Flaring out his wings one last time, he folded them neatly behind his back. "Luka will not be rude to Prajna again unless Prajna makes Luka."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 6:46 pm
Namini let out a tired sigh, the ones only parents and legal guardians could produce at Luka's responding bitterness. She turned a disappointed gaze at her charge, knowing in her heart that chances were: Prajna had started it. Apologies made by her just weren't going to cut it anymore and the Fallen Star, she decided, needed to understand that. Now, especially with the new year approaching so quickly. The young teen took her hand and lightly karate chopped Prajna on its crimson crown, her handing bouncing a bit comically after the strike. Prajna scowled but showed no other pain than that.
"Prajna, tell Luka you're sorry and that you want to start over. Or have you forgotten? Santa's watching you, Prajna" Namini warned gently as she placed a smile back onto her endearing features and directed her attention back to Jezabroux and his charge. She waited. Prajna, on the other hand, suddenly seemed incredibly anxious and impatient, its eyes widening a bit at the mental image of a jolly fat man...showering the Frei in...
gifts.
Prajna shot Luka one last dirty look, probably the most foul expression the Star could produce, before bowing gracefully and swapping its dangerously aggressive scowl with a brilliant smile more befitting its appearance, "Jez man says Luka is smart, so Prajna will reconsider again now, yes yes, will. Let us hope to better tomorrow."
Namini pouted, noting the obvious lack of "sorry" or "I apologize" in Prajna's statements but gave up, thinking this was as good as it was going to get. She wondered how Luka was to take it...and how closely Prajna would stay to its newly graced personality.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 7:29 pm
Jezabroux couldn't help but give Namini a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "For someone so young, you're doing a better job than most Miss Namini. Please don't feel discouraged." The acupuncturist ruffled Luka's hair. "Play nicely Luka. As Miss Namini said, Santa is watching. You may just find coal in the stockings instead of that leather bracelet you've been wanting." Letting his hand drop, Jezabroux turned to Namini. "If it's not too much, would you be interested in a small snack? There's a bakery nearby called Le Blanc which makes the most exquisite strawberry napoleons. It would be my treat Miss Namini."
Luka was about to return a scowl when it stopped. He had just apologized and made a promise to the Fallen Star to keep his temper in check. "Yes Prajna, Luka will be nicer. Luka accepts Prajna's apology." Looking up behind him, he scowled at Jezabroux. That man owed him big time when they were out. "Le Blanc? Yes, Prajna should go. Pretty color and food. Do not eat but smell nice."
Jezabroux smiled. "Would you be interested?" Not to mention if something were to happen in Le Blanc, he could actually pay for the damages. Not so much here...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 7:44 pm
Namini's face lit up like the lights outside as she nodded enthusiastically. Who would ever deny an invitation for cute cakes? The curly haired teen was also impressed to see the sudden transition in the setting's mood with such a proposal. Yes, yes, everyone loved cakes.
"Thank you, and yes, we'd love to try out these napoleons with you and Luka, Mr. Jezabroux" Namini nearly squealed as Prajna gave a solemn nod as its response. Its piercing gaze flickered for a moment to the back of the store from where the large cello beckoned to the Frei. Next time it would succeed in hearing its beautiful mourning sounds. Prajna floated towards the entrance and held the door open, its face blank now and its thoughts muddled by replaying music and performances, " Quick like now all. It is cold and cake waiting for Jez man and Namini."
Prajna didn't even look up with disgust or even mild interest as Luka passed by, still too concerned with what Santa could be seeing and if Santa knew just how much the Star wanted to hear the cello's voice.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
