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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 3:03 pm
"You...you have a green house at your house?" asked Kalos, not just a tiny bit mystified at being able to have something so grand in your backyard. Syn and her's house was nice. Even big by some normal standards. However, there wasn't much room outside of the property and even though she was younge, she knew that there was no chance they'd ever be able to afford a big greenhouse. It made her wistful. Oh to have flowers with in a few feet of her house all year long.
Kalos had been so deep into her thoughts that she almost hadn't heard his question about flowers. Blushing slightly she nodded. I love gardenias. It was the scen..." She trailed off. She had been about to tell him she'd been born from a thing of oil that was scented with gardenias.. While she was curious about his background, she wasn't at all sure if he'd been born the same as her or if he'd been born from an egg or something. For all she knew, dragon people were normal outside of the city and not born from small containers of oil.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:39 pm
"Hm? Yes, of course." He didn't make it sound like anything special, but he was generally very casual in talking about wealth. "It is used mostly to grow some of the vegetables for the household, and the seedlings that go into the garden in the spring. As the garden is currently being planted, only the vegetables are remaining." He shrugged just slightly. "It is probably less than interesting to see at the moment."
He tilted his head slightly, unsure why she trailed off like that. "You are fond of the scent? Is that why they are your favorite?" He was taking a guess, but unless she wanted to finish her sentence, it was all he could think of. Now that he paid a little attention, he could smell the flower in her hair quite strongly, even over his own scent. "It is quite a pleasant aroma. Assuming, of course, that the flower you wear is the same variety?" He really didn't know anything about flowers, hopefully he'd guessed correctly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 1:11 pm
"Yes, I'm fond of the scent. But also..." Kalos hesitated for a bit. She wondered if it was such a good idea to tell him about her past and where she came from. "Well...I was sort of...born from the scent. Well, oil that is." Now that she had said it outloud it sounded kind of silly. She really hoped he didn't think her crazy for this.
"Yep, it's a gardenia." She smiled brightly at him. Though Kalos figured he probably guessed at it. He really didn't seem like the kind to pay much attention to flowers. Not many people liked them like her. And, of course, she'd always be fond of the gardenia.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 3:56 pm
His first reaction wasn't, in fact, to look at her like she was loony- instead he looked around them sharply to check if anyone else had overheard her. Satisfied after a moment that they were being ignored, he turned back towards her and leaned just slightly closer. When he replied, it was in a notably quieter tone- it was unlikely anyone nearby would be able to overhear him even if they had been trying. "We have something in common then, it would seem. My oil was called Dragon's Tears." He paused for a moment looking thoughtful, as if considering his next words carefully. "It might be best to be... cautious, in sharing that information with others. Questionable manners aside, there didn't seem to be anything bad about Kalos- certainly nothing that would make him wish anything bad on her. Hopefully she'd understand that he meant the (admittedly vague) warning with good intentions, and not as a criticism.
After another quick glance around, he straightened back up and took a long, calming sip of his tea, and abruptly returned to the topic of flowers. Trying his best to shelve his minor paranoia attack, he returned his attention to the flower in her hair, taking a moment to study it more closely. "Gardenia. I will need to remember that. I have never put much thought towards knowing the varieties of flowers, even the ones planted at the house. Perhaps we even have gardenias and I was unaware." Now he was a bit curious- maybe he'd ask when he got home.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 11:05 am
"Y-you're from an oil too? Kalos leaned in and whispered just so he could hear her. Amazing, she didn't think she would ever meet anyone else like her. Her mom and her had not been out much lately and so she hadn't had the chance to meet new people or make friends. Let alone find someone like her. Now that she paid attention, there was a slight scent, different from her's or their surroundings, surrounding him. She had just thought it was something coming from one of the many shops around here.
Kalos swished her feet around in the water some and listened to him talk. The warm air blew through her hair and made the petals of her flower flutter. "Yes, I bet you'd appreciate flowers more if you leanred their names." Kalos bit her lip and looked up at Jiang-Chen. She couldn't help but ask "H-how do you get around at home?" A slight blush krept into her cheeks as she voiced the question that had been on her mind for some time. She really did hope he wasn't offended by it. Her innate sense of curiousty had been bugging her to ask for a while now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 1:53 am
He couldn't quite help glancing around again as she spoke, though he was inwardly thankful that she'd dropped her voice to a low whisper. "I am, yes." he replied equally quietly, though without the tone of surprise her own voice held. "Have you not met many others?" He couldn't say that he'd met lots of other oil-people, but if his impression was right, there were certainly enough of them around the city that he didn't think it was that unusual to run across another.
He had been just about to respond regarding the flowers when her somewhat sudden question effectively derailed his train of thought. Despite that, he looked only slightly bemused, not offended. "Ah, I am carried, of course. Technically speaking I can cross short distances on land, however it is… difficult." The saying 'fish out of water' was appropriate in more than one way- needless to say, he rarely did it. Belly-crawling was beneath him in all but life-threatening circumstances, and it wasn't easy on the terrain either- despite a new coat of wax and heavy buffing, there were still faint claw marks across the floor in his mother's room from the altercation surrounding his 'birth'. "It is rarely an issue- there is almost always someone in the house available to take me to another room should I ask, and the places I spend the most time always have several books and such within easy reach."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 5:57 pm
"You're the first I've met that's..." Kalos trailed off as she looked around quickly to make sure no one was listening to them. Seeing that the coast was clear, she continued. "That's like us." She wondered how many others there were that were like them. Was there others that had her same scent or was she the only one? Something unique? There was so many questions she wanted to ask Jiang-Chen but she didn't want to seem overly nosy so she kept them to herself for now.
"Carried? Must be nice to be carted around all the time. Though I suppose it gets old for you, huh?" Her cheeks darkened as the words she'd been thinking left her mouth. "Sorry. Sometimes my mouth just has a mind of it's own." She smiled warmly at him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:18 pm
The first? He looked a bit stunned by that, actually. ”I admit that surprises me. After my… appearance, mother and I returned to the oil shop, as she wished to make inquiries. There was an older boy there who shares our origins.” He had trouble believing that someone wouldn’t want to go ask questions after a child emerged spontaneously from an incense burner, especially after the chaos that surrounded his own introduction to the world. ”I have run across a few others since, yourself included, of course.” That he knew of, anyways.
He waved off her apology, looking unconcerned. Being straightforward didn’t necessarily equate to being rude, and she obviously hadn’t crossed whatever complicated, imaginary etiquette line that may exist in his head. ”No offence taken. I admit that I have not thought much on it- it is simply part of my life.” He paused for a long moment to consider. ”I suppose that sometimes I would enjoy being able to move more independently, particularly within the city, but not enough that I would trade my ability to swim.” To have both would be ideal, but that was just wishful thinking.
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