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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 4:58 pm
When Zeke mentioned something about running down there to nab Eiry, the boy had almost suggested that he do the deed himself since it was his raevan and he didn't want to subject the poor raver to Eiry's foul mood. However, when he made the motion to step after the man, he was quickly reminded of the crutches that served as his second pair of legs, enabling him to stand up in the first place upon his own bent and atrophied legs. Isi scowled, more at himself and the situation rather than Zeke, though he did share a moment of jealousy for Zeke.
"Fine," Isi said with a bitter tinge to his voice, "Run down there and get him. If he starts giving you crap of any kind, let him know that he's going to have his a** kicked by yours truly..."
Vivi's voice, at that point, perked up, saying something about vegetables that, to Isi at first glance, made no sense. "Cabbage," he echoed in confusion, "You think he looks like a cabbage? That's really funny, I've never heard him compared to a cabbage, they usually compare him to minty toothpaste or somethin--"
But then another question, one that changed the tide for the evening.
"That -- that is not Anya?"
Isi furrowed his brows low over his eyes. Not Anya. What did she mean by that, there was only Eiry's ghostly self blinking across the bend of the beach, no one else....Or at least, that's what he thought until he caught sight of something floating alongside him, hidden in his glow. There was definitely another person there along with him, another raevan, actually, cradled in his shadow.
"........Could it be...?" he whispered, trying to squint his eyes further. The boy ended up hobbling after Vivi as they began crawling between the tall grasses and ferns that lined the property of the Lab, separating them from the beach. As soon as the firm earth began turning into sand, Isi became slower and slower, having difficulty moving forward on such unstable earth, but his journey didn't matter much as Vivi's did. If two and two could be put together, the raevan that was hovering beside Eiry could be none other than...
Eiry's red eyes widened once he saw movement along the horizon, distracted from his quiet admiration of the little frei that held so tightly onto his hand. If it wasn't for Eiry's hand guiding him along, surely the newborn would have wandered out somewhere, following whatever intrigued him most at that moment, which was hopping frantically from object to object, as if he were searching for something. He couldn't help but let a soft smile pin itself on his cheeks as he kept turning back and checking on the nameless one, but when he noticed that there were forms nearby, making their way down to them from the back of the Lab's property, Eiry knew he had to focus.
...Yet, it was so hard. The frei had smiled at him, echoing his words, giving Eiry the kind of warm feeling that only came when someone felt truly appreciated and admired, a feeling he didn't get all too often because of his mischievous nature.
"Yes, little one," hummed the ghost sigel. "Belonging. No other place can feel as safe nor as warm nor as right as the single place in which you belong, and right now, your place belongs with your guardian, the place that you've wither wandered away from." Seeing the figures draw closer, he spotted Vivi and with a soft tired smile, bowed at her with the curving of his arm across his chest. "My lady," he called out to her, "Methinks I discovered what precious you've lost, he's here, and he's safe, sweet wandering thing brought to light with the dawn!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:37 am
Vivi sent the vet a small smile of apology as he gently unhinged her tight grip on his arm, but her smile quickly turned into a look of hopeful joy as the group began moving forward toward the approaching pair. She could not yet see the frei behind Eiry so clearly, but she could make out the colors that composed him. There was no mistaking that warm gold or that soft, pleasant pink. She had seen those colors every day for that short while she'd held his vial, rolled them in her hands and admired them every moment she could. There they were again. There he was.
"The cabbage --" her voice became tight with an almost overwhelming joy and relief. "I call him cabbage because he is mon petit chou, he is wonderful --" and the acrobat began to run toward Eiry and his charge, unable to keep pace with the other two any longer. She stopped only when she was close enough that Eiry bowed to her, her chest rising and falling with emotion more than exertion, and her eyes bright with unshed tears of happiness. Without a word, she kissed Eiry as he righted himself, her lips firm on the ghost sigel's cheek, and she murmured to him: "Mon petit, mon petit chou, merci, merci. Je ne sais pas comment vous remercier!"
And just as wildly, she turned from the sigel to the frei, who regarded her with a look of slightly bewildered wonder. He looked from Eiry to her, his eyes looking down at her feet and legs and then up to her face. He seemed stunned by her, his eyes searching, his lips parting with questions he had no words for. He knew that there were others behind her -- two others, from what he could tell, also with legs -- but he could not take his eyes from her, nor her from him. She put both her hands to her lips as she studied him, her breath caught in her lungs.
A slender frame. Wide shoulders still slight. Long fingers on gentle hands. A noble, handsome face. Warm eyes -- oh! Warm, living, forgiving, intrigued eyes. Pink hair, wind-tousled, with a young stag's rack and ears. He was all these parts, all dawn and stag and all the memories she had of trying to make him. But he was not that beautiful, gentle creature she had left in the tempest. He was not the dawn she had watched, so enthralled, in its vial.
He was...
"C'est..." she whispered, taking one of his hands. Words did not come. He looked down at their hands, letting go of Eiry's to put his other hand atop hers, his thumb over her smooth skin. She did not have that ache that drew him to Eiry. The light did not beckon him to her. But the word belong now made sense as the ghost sigel had explained it to him. Her face made him smile. He wanted to care for her.
"C'est," he repeated, his voice much lower than she had expected, an accent lacing the word.
She tilted her head as a smile slowly grew on her face. He mirrored her, smiling in return.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 9:33 am
As they reached the sand Zeke's pace slowed, but out of awe and that long since ground in kick that told him Guardians got to greet their Raevans first. Certainly that tradition had been broken at this particular moment with Eiry's presence and whatever had occurred between then and now, but it still stuck firm in Zeke's mind and the vet stilled as Vivi took off across the sand toward the green Sigel and the pink-haired Frei who accompanied him.
Watching the Frenchwoman go and her excited manner as she reached the pair tugged at the raver's heartstrings and renewed a smile across his pierced features. This was one pick up for the record books to be sure, but it was all going well in the end and he couldn't ask for more. After watching the three in the distance for a few lingering moments, Zeke turned his head to speak to Isi about this and perhaps toss a lighthearted joke between them about how strange things always seemed to occur when it came to Lab. However, Isi was not there. Turning around fully to search for him, he wasted no time in going to the boy when he saw Isi struggling a few yards behind him. When Zeke reached his fellow staff member, he turned around and crouched down in front of the teen, smiling up over his shoulder.
"Hop on. Let's go meet the new arrival!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 4:18 pm
When Isi heard the nearing crunches of sound through the sand, he knew that Zeke was coming back to him, he knew that there were only so many things one could come back to him for, and judging by his situation and the way that he was struggling through the sand, there would be only one possible thing that Zeke would have in his good intending soul to offer him, and that was clearly outlined for him by the way Zeke turned about once he reached him and set himself on his haunches exposing his back for him. At first, Isi stared with wide eyes, his brows furrowing down slightly as he looked at the man's back. There was only one man that Isi would allow to carry him like that, and that was Aphismet, his brother and his adopted parent, his everything. He remembered when Aphismet and he first met, chasing after a blasted singing whale gifted to him by the Lab. From that point on, it was only Aphismet who Isi would expose such a weak side to, such a needy side, and he was determined to keep it that way. The pride bubbling up in his stomach demanded such a reaction, only Aphismet, it repeated, only Aphismet because he was family. But the more that Isi thought about it, the more that he tried to define what family meant and was, he realized that the Lab, too, was his family. The Lab had given him Eiry, the people of the Lab had given him friendship, and damn his pride if he didn't accept Zeke as a part of that strange extended wonderful family. Perhaps it would be alright to let him carry him, just this once.
With a deep breath, Isi took off his forearm crutches and slung them over his shoulder while his weakening legs wobbled for balance as he situated himself upon Zeke's back. When he was ready, he cleared his throat.
"Alright, I'm ready," then as a mumbled afterthought, the boy mentioned quietly, "Thanks."
It felt almost as if he were in a book. That's how it felt to Eiry, that strange losing of one's self as they observed a situation beyond them, a personal intrusion of something beautiful, and that was the meeting of this young frei and his awe-struck owner. Letting himself smile gently, the ghost sigel watched the beautiful moment, let it sink into his fondest memories, because this is what it must have been like to watch him look at Isi for the first time. It must have been a moment just as beautiful as this. Eirdirsceol's little poet heart beat rapidly in his chest and for some reason he felt a little sad too. Why did he feel such sadness? Then it struck him, like an arrow in the heart, as the frei let go of Eiry's hand. Now Eiry felt all the more like he was intruding, and with a gentle rustle of his wings, he folded them to his back and tried to gently float back a few inches, allowing Vivi and her frei to enjoy their gentle spell binding moment together, without the sigel.
In the distance, he noticed some moment, and stranger still did he see Isi climb atop the back of Zeke who made his way carefully towards them with his precious burden. Eiry allowed himself a bittersweet smile to see that. Something had changed in Isi, something good had happened.
He glanced back to Vivi and the dawn frei. Something good had happened here too.
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