Relicbearers Anonymous
Sometime in Summer, 2006
Sometime in Summer, 2006
Sika-chan
Risika gazed towards the sun, her eyes lingering just outside of the burning rays. She was still getting used to seeing the sun after so long. The vampiress smiled, amussed at her 'fortune'. Her hands were placed upon the messanger bag in her lap, clutching at her Relic. Although no one would notice this, for the relic was hidden deep inside the bag for safe keeping. She was recently known to absentmindedly grope the stone for comfort.
Jan the Verse
Thing was, she didn't know a single thing about... er... anthropology, for one. Or parenthood, for another. Sheez, you walk into one little museum, one dinky little museum and you come out with one weirdly powerful little hunk of stone. Ish. Stuff. Er... because... yeah... weird stuff... and all that jazz.
Jan kicked a rock despondently before flopping down on a bench by another woman, disregarding all proprietary things like personal bubbles and turning the rock-thing over and over in her hands. She liked it - would make a good paperweight, in all likelihood. But all this stuff about... enh. She'd heard about some pretty weird stuff in her time, even seen some of it personally - some of it even went into her tabloid. But this? She was responsible for this, and that made it weiiiird.
Jan kicked a rock despondently before flopping down on a bench by another woman, disregarding all proprietary things like personal bubbles and turning the rock-thing over and over in her hands. She liked it - would make a good paperweight, in all likelihood. But all this stuff about... enh. She'd heard about some pretty weird stuff in her time, even seen some of it personally - some of it even went into her tabloid. But this? She was responsible for this, and that made it weiiiird.
Sika-chan
Risika was soon jostled from her daze by the new pressance beside her. She turned her head slowly, gazing at the woman who had sat beside her. She couldn't really see her new guest, due to the spots dancing across her vision, but nonetheless she was ready to bark her displeasure.
She ran her gaze quickly down the woman as she opened her mouth to object her company but the words were stalled in her throat. Her eyes were down glued upon what looked like a relic within the woman's hands. Risika could only see glimpses of it from between the woman's hands, but she was sure that it was a relic like her own.
She slowly closed her mouth, but the frown from her earlier anger still stuck upon her face.
She ran her gaze quickly down the woman as she opened her mouth to object her company but the words were stalled in her throat. Her eyes were down glued upon what looked like a relic within the woman's hands. Risika could only see glimpses of it from between the woman's hands, but she was sure that it was a relic like her own.
She slowly closed her mouth, but the frown from her earlier anger still stuck upon her face.
Jan the Verse
Jan was in many ways what one would be inclined to write off as non-descript. Perhaps a little on the short side, with darkish hair and a plain, somewhat androgynous, baggy dress sense. Whenever the sunspots did clear from the other woman's eyes, she probably wouldn't be too impressed.
Unaware of the disturbance she'd caused the other, Jan paused in turning her new favorite rock, holding it in one hand for a moment, then putting it in the other. Apparently deciding that there was nothing special about the relic's weight, she held it up in the air, to examine it in the light of the sun, remembering a moment later why one generally doesn't look directly at the sun and blinking furiously for her troubles.
Unaware of the disturbance she'd caused the other, Jan paused in turning her new favorite rock, holding it in one hand for a moment, then putting it in the other. Apparently deciding that there was nothing special about the relic's weight, she held it up in the air, to examine it in the light of the sun, remembering a moment later why one generally doesn't look directly at the sun and blinking furiously for her troubles.
Sika-chan
After blinking a few times, Risika wiped the frown from her face, still watching the relic in the other woman's hands.
" Aduthule?" She mummbled. She then ripped her gaze from the relic that was placed within the sun and watched the woman beside her. She took in her normal accountance, shrugging her off as a threat. If the other woman had a relic, much like herself, there shouldn't be much of a reason for her to be on the alert.
" Aduthule?" She mummbled. She then ripped her gaze from the relic that was placed within the sun and watched the woman beside her. She took in her normal accountance, shrugging her off as a threat. If the other woman had a relic, much like herself, there shouldn't be much of a reason for her to be on the alert.
Jan the Verse
There was that funny word again. Jan prided herself on a talent for languages in the most rudimentary form. She could wrap her mind around the basics of most grammatical patterns, given a little practice and a big heavy textbook with which to beat herself (or an instructor) over the head with. Aduthule, however... The word stuck with her in a way she'd never expected any word to stick - in a way she suspected 'diarrhea' stuck to those who didn't speak English and considered it 'pretty sounding'.
Only she knew the meaning of aduthule. Capital 'A'? Bah. Who knew? No one'd bothered to tell her or anything, sheez. "Yeah," she noted absent-mindedly to the other woman, "What's it to ye?"
Only she knew the meaning of aduthule. Capital 'A'? Bah. Who knew? No one'd bothered to tell her or anything, sheez. "Yeah," she noted absent-mindedly to the other woman, "What's it to ye?"
Sika-chan
Her brow furrowed at the other woman's tone, or was it her imagination? She was known to overexagerate and make everything against her.
"Whats it to me?" she thought, her hand cluthing at the hidden relic within her messanger bag.
" I do have been chosen to care for a stone, such as yourself. Although, yours is quite different from mine..." The last of her statement was more of an outloud mussing to herself.
"Whats it to me?" she thought, her hand cluthing at the hidden relic within her messanger bag.
" I do have been chosen to care for a stone, such as yourself. Although, yours is quite different from mine..." The last of her statement was more of an outloud mussing to herself.
Jan the Verse
Oh--oh--ohhh--oh yay! Sweet! Great things covered in chocolate with only a tiny side of cheese but the option of lots of mochi! Yes! "Really?" Jan said, a rather anticlimatic summary of all the wonder-bounce-joy-yes thoughts colliding like oh so many atoms creating heat in her head. She scooted closer to the woman sharing her bench (yes, her bench, hers) and looked intently at the messenger bag the other guarded so closely. "Is it in there? What's it called? I mean, 'cause these things are kinda like pet rocks, right? I'm thinking of naming mine Grendel."
Sika-chan
Risika inched back from the other woman, clutching her closer to her body.
" It is, but I am hesitant to taking it out." She stared at the other woman as she spoke of a 'pet rock' and what its name was. She was slightly stunned that this woman didn't really know what the relic in her hands was. She decided to try and explain, less the poor beings in the other woman's hands suffer her ignorance.
" Uh, it is not a pet rock actually. Beings are actually supposed to emerge from this relic. Two actually." She paused and let the idea soak into the other woman's mind.
" It is, but I am hesitant to taking it out." She stared at the other woman as she spoke of a 'pet rock' and what its name was. She was slightly stunned that this woman didn't really know what the relic in her hands was. She decided to try and explain, less the poor beings in the other woman's hands suffer her ignorance.
" Uh, it is not a pet rock actually. Beings are actually supposed to emerge from this relic. Two actually." She paused and let the idea soak into the other woman's mind.
Jan the Verse
Throwing up her arms in that 'heaven help us' exasperation so common to the character on the TV program who can break down the fourth wall, Jan rolled her eyes with a loud and indulgent sigh, "See, that's where I've got a problem," she announced, head thrown back and waving the relic in the air, shadow flashing over their heads.
"What sort of reproductive method produces rocks?" she moved the relic to wave it closer to the other woman's face. "That's not the worst of it, though - why me?" clear whining. "Why two? Duality's kind of like an ultimatum, don't you think? The implications of duality actually existing are philosophically ginormous!" and... not so much of the whining.
"What sort of reproductive method produces rocks?" she moved the relic to wave it closer to the other woman's face. "That's not the worst of it, though - why me?" clear whining. "Why two? Duality's kind of like an ultimatum, don't you think? The implications of duality actually existing are philosophically ginormous!" and... not so much of the whining.
Sika-chan
Risika watched the other woman handle the relic with a strained look. THe way she waved it around made Risika slightly on edge, like watchign a toddler play too close to an expensive vase. Her grip suddenly grew tighter upon her own relic.
" Everything happens for a reason," was the only thing she could comprehend to mutter. " Usually it's easier for one to not question the way things are? Plus, we do live in an odd world..."
" Everything happens for a reason," was the only thing she could comprehend to mutter. " Usually it's easier for one to not question the way things are? Plus, we do live in an odd world..."
Jan the Verse
Odd world? Ahahaha. How ironic. How cutely simple. Odd wasn't the half of it, to Jan's experience, as her experience tended to deal with the downright bizarre and/or nonsensical. It was in her blood, her upbringing - and it'd followed her all the way to Gaia. Goody glee. Odd indeed.
Jan pursed her lips at the woman in a slight pout, "Everything happens for a reason?" she echoed, "What are you, Hegelian? How do you know that, anyway? I mean, sheez - if everything happens for a reason, than the reason I've got this rock is probably so whatever comes out of it gets to die real quickly." It wasn't pessimism so much as a healthy, honest evaluation of Jan's parenting skills.
Jan pursed her lips at the woman in a slight pout, "Everything happens for a reason?" she echoed, "What are you, Hegelian? How do you know that, anyway? I mean, sheez - if everything happens for a reason, than the reason I've got this rock is probably so whatever comes out of it gets to die real quickly." It wasn't pessimism so much as a healthy, honest evaluation of Jan's parenting skills.
Sika-chan
Risika held back a snarl, the other woman was starting to annoy her.
" I happen to be someone who has experienced such a statement." She took a deep breath then, keeping her anger in check before she got out of control.
" Also, I am sure that the Gaurdian wouldn't have given you that relic if he thought you would kill the Thule..." Risika sighed deeply, tearing her darkening gaze away from the woman and placing it upon her messanger bag. She had similar doubts about being able to correctly care for these beings, but as she had said, the Gaurdian would not have permitted her to take hold of such an artifact unless he was certain she was worthy.
" You would be surprised on how a person can change once they have another being in their care, that depends completely and utterly upon you." These were words of deffiante experience.
" I happen to be someone who has experienced such a statement." She took a deep breath then, keeping her anger in check before she got out of control.
" Also, I am sure that the Gaurdian wouldn't have given you that relic if he thought you would kill the Thule..." Risika sighed deeply, tearing her darkening gaze away from the woman and placing it upon her messanger bag. She had similar doubts about being able to correctly care for these beings, but as she had said, the Gaurdian would not have permitted her to take hold of such an artifact unless he was certain she was worthy.
" You would be surprised on how a person can change once they have another being in their care, that depends completely and utterly upon you." These were words of deffiante experience.
Jan the Verse
Oh goody, sentiment. Just what she needed in her job experience. Only... only she really had to stop thinking about her job right now, 'cause it was turning out to be the antithesis of parenthood in lots of ways. With parenting, she was responsible for being there every second of the day - to care for beings that 'completely and utterly depended' on her, as the woman had said. It wouldn't be a matter of cleaning up the mess that got left behind, of forcing oneself to sit back and let matters get worse and worse until they could go no further and all that was left was to sweep up the day and close the door on it. No... parenthood required nurturing, attention, staying up all hours of the night, breast-feeding.
Ye Gods.
Breast-feeding.
Having fallen silent through her contemplation, a blank expression drawing across her face - one most mistook for a daydream about sandwiches or some other mundane activity - Jan's lips took on a mildly distressed frown at the thought of the last two words. "...What do they eat? I don't even know what they eat!" she said finally, slumping down and now cradling the relic close to her belly. That she'd practically changed the subject barely occurred to her.
Ye Gods.
Breast-feeding.
Having fallen silent through her contemplation, a blank expression drawing across her face - one most mistook for a daydream about sandwiches or some other mundane activity - Jan's lips took on a mildly distressed frown at the thought of the last two words. "...What do they eat? I don't even know what they eat!" she said finally, slumping down and now cradling the relic close to her belly. That she'd practically changed the subject barely occurred to her.
Sika-chan
Risika watched the woman fall into a silent thought, growing scared that maybe she had forgotten entirely where she was.
" I hope she's not like that fish on the movie that Aubrey watched. Nemo...I think. Oh gawd I hope she's not another Dori," she thought frantically. As the woman took a breath to speak, she half expected her to ask whom she was.
" What do they eat?"
Risika almost fell over form the mere question itself, but once she spared a thought about it, she too became silent. What DID they eat? With a moment of silence she slowly turned towards the other woman, her face screwed in concern.
" You know...I have no idea what they eat," she muttered frantically.
" I hope she's not like that fish on the movie that Aubrey watched. Nemo...I think. Oh gawd I hope she's not another Dori," she thought frantically. As the woman took a breath to speak, she half expected her to ask whom she was.
" What do they eat?"
Risika almost fell over form the mere question itself, but once she spared a thought about it, she too became silent. What DID they eat? With a moment of silence she slowly turned towards the other woman, her face screwed in concern.
" You know...I have no idea what they eat," she muttered frantically.
Jan the Verse
Having gone back to turning the rock over and over in her hands - much closer to her, in fear of it falling perhaps, Jan looked about ready to either bang her head rhythmically against a wall until parental instinct kicked in or sell the relic on e-Bay. It was hard to tell with that woman. I don't lactate, her brain supplied for possible continuation of the conversation - because she really ought to continue the conversation, seeing as this chick was another 'guardian' or whatnot, and that meant she'd be, if not a good reference, at least someone to share scream-time with when the little buggers finally hatched. Or manifested. Or whatever. But no, I don't lactate was going to have to wait. Or better yet, be forgotten entirely.
"I hope it's not something gross," she muttered finally. "Like... I dunno. Broccoli. Or human flesh. Ew. God, I hope it's not human flesh..."
"I hope it's not something gross," she muttered finally. "Like... I dunno. Broccoli. Or human flesh. Ew. God, I hope it's not human flesh..."
Sika-chan
If one thought that the vampiress' face couldn't be any paler, they would be proven wrong then. The mention of human flesh, and the fact that having to feed it to someone she currently took care of, scared her. Did this woman KNOW? Quite impossible really, since she hadn't fed him human flesh in years, but nonetheless....
However, the mear mention of Broccoli being gross made the reserved woman snicker, her hand immediately going to her mouth, as if to hide the fact. Her face reddened from a very rare blush.
However, the mear mention of Broccoli being gross made the reserved woman snicker, her hand immediately going to her mouth, as if to hide the fact. Her face reddened from a very rare blush.
Jan the Verse
"Yeah I know!" Jan expanded, encouraged by the silence she took for stunned realization, "Broccoli is totally the worst. If broccoli were a person, I'd have to hate him. Or her. It's just disgusting. I can't understand it," slow and disapproving head shake, deep frown.
She could feel her teeth grinding together in worry now - and that only happened when she was genuinely concerned. The kind of gut-deep concern that wrenched away all thoughts of hunger or sleep and sent one into the hyper-aware, unhappy realm of impending doom accompanied by ubiquitous gloom. "So... uh... hi..." she said finally, glancing away from her now precious rock and towards the woman whose quiet time she'd probably intruded upon, "Some call me Jan. What about you?"
She could feel her teeth grinding together in worry now - and that only happened when she was genuinely concerned. The kind of gut-deep concern that wrenched away all thoughts of hunger or sleep and sent one into the hyper-aware, unhappy realm of impending doom accompanied by ubiquitous gloom. "So... uh... hi..." she said finally, glancing away from her now precious rock and towards the woman whose quiet time she'd probably intruded upon, "Some call me Jan. What about you?"
Sika-chan
Risika watched the girl beside her then continued her laugh, her hand still infront of her mouth as she did so. She smiled as she brought her hand down, placing it infront of her, before the woman named Jan. Maybe this day wasn't so bad.
" Hello. My name is Risika. But you can call me Sika, most do."
" Hello. My name is Risika. But you can call me Sika, most do."
Jan the Verse
Oh God, was the woman choking? Jan sincerely hoped she wasn't choking, it'd been ages since the CPR class. But if she wasn't, what was she hiding behind that han--ooohh, laughing! Echoing with a silent nervous laugh of her own in her head, Jan once again felt very thankful that only some of what she thought actually made it out into verbal communication. And oh! The woman had a name! How delightful! Jan didn't really have a name anymore, just what, you know, she was called. "Hi, Sika," she grinned a little too widely with an outstretched hand, "What roped you into this? Random chance or did you volunteer? What do you know about anthropology?"
Sika-chan
Risika smiled and shook Jan's hand, placing her own hand upon her messanger bag afterwards.
" Roped me into this? I guess that would be myself. I volunteered after a while of talking it over with my son back at home." She shrugged then. Aubrey wasn't really her son, he was a demon who ate babies, but she raised him so she treated as her own.
" I really don't know anything about humans. That is what anthropology is right? The study of humans....Well anyways, I have been hanging around the museum and after a while, I offered to help with their research. Thusly, I got this," her hand grooped her bag then, another absentminded habit of hers ever since she had gotten the thing.
" How about yourself?"
" Roped me into this? I guess that would be myself. I volunteered after a while of talking it over with my son back at home." She shrugged then. Aubrey wasn't really her son, he was a demon who ate babies, but she raised him so she treated as her own.
" I really don't know anything about humans. That is what anthropology is right? The study of humans....Well anyways, I have been hanging around the museum and after a while, I offered to help with their research. Thusly, I got this," her hand grooped her bag then, another absentminded habit of hers ever since she had gotten the thing.
" How about yourself?"
Jan the Verse
See? Handshakes produced familiarity, which was totally spiffy! And meant that you weren't quite as awkward with the person whose hand you'd been all touchy-feely with as you'd been before. Thus, post handshake Jan seemed to relax, all that energy which had channeled into furious questions melting into a dulled yet still avid interest.
Her mouth twisted a little at the question, a frown of miniscule significance, "People in my profession... sort of have a track record of these sorts of things," she held up the rock once more, "Just sorta... happening to them." Take her predecessor, for example. Whoo-ee.
Brightening slightly, enthused by the idea of reading or research or whatever - provided she was allowed to take as many breaks as she liked, darnit - "Not necessarily - oh, I dunno. It's hard to define. Anthropology just seems a better word than archaeology when it comes to these things," another shake of her relic, as if she expected it to rattle for her, "Because they're really old, but they've got to come from some sort of culture or deification of an idea or something like that, and since they're apparently living then we can't just write it off as the study of ancient stuff left behind, you know?"
Her mouth twisted a little at the question, a frown of miniscule significance, "People in my profession... sort of have a track record of these sorts of things," she held up the rock once more, "Just sorta... happening to them." Take her predecessor, for example. Whoo-ee.
Brightening slightly, enthused by the idea of reading or research or whatever - provided she was allowed to take as many breaks as she liked, darnit - "Not necessarily - oh, I dunno. It's hard to define. Anthropology just seems a better word than archaeology when it comes to these things," another shake of her relic, as if she expected it to rattle for her, "Because they're really old, but they've got to come from some sort of culture or deification of an idea or something like that, and since they're apparently living then we can't just write it off as the study of ancient stuff left behind, you know?"
Sika-chan
Risika nodded in understanding, for she got what Jan ment. It was quite confussing to be able to "catalog" exactly what type of research she would be doing for that Dredlocked man, but either way it was exciting.
" I agree that its hard to define. I mean, you'd think there'd be a word for it, but this doesn't really happen often. They're not like fossils or anything. Or atleast I don't believe they are."
" I agree that its hard to define. I mean, you'd think there'd be a word for it, but this doesn't really happen often. They're not like fossils or anything. Or atleast I don't believe they are."
Jan the Verse
Jan's eyes widened slightly - fossils? ...How on earth had she forgotten that possibility? Magic fossils! It all made sense now! In a disjointed sort of fashion and in the way that it made slightly more sense than it had before - concept wise, at least. Trapped inside the relic were imprints, basic principles of duality that could be revived by the... hunh. By something. So the relics were then therefore sort of metaphysical, because they played the bridge between reality and intangible theory.
Neat.
It was only at that final summary, the one word 'neat', when she sat looking at her rock in a new light that she realized she'd blurted the whole train of thought out loud. ...Hunh.
Neat.
It was only at that final summary, the one word 'neat', when she sat looking at her rock in a new light that she realized she'd blurted the whole train of thought out loud. ...Hunh.
Sika-chan
Risika gazed at Jan in a new light. Having listened to her small rant about what the Aduthule could be in general, she suddenly had a great sense of respect for the other woman's intelligence.
" Deffiantly neat," she whispered. Not only did she see Jan in a different light, but she saw the protected relic within her bag in a new light aswell. Maybe she should be treating it with much more tenderness and pretection. The thought did, however, make her fear of becoming one of those over protective mothers whose children lash out because of it.
She sighed deeply and slouched in the bench, very odd from her usual upright outlook while in public.
" This may be way more over my head than I thought. And I thought Aubrey was a hard boy to raise." She laughed then, obbviously much more relaxed by her posture and tone of voice.
" Deffiantly neat," she whispered. Not only did she see Jan in a different light, but she saw the protected relic within her bag in a new light aswell. Maybe she should be treating it with much more tenderness and pretection. The thought did, however, make her fear of becoming one of those over protective mothers whose children lash out because of it.
She sighed deeply and slouched in the bench, very odd from her usual upright outlook while in public.
" This may be way more over my head than I thought. And I thought Aubrey was a hard boy to raise." She laughed then, obbviously much more relaxed by her posture and tone of voice.
Jan the Verse
Jan pursed her lips in mild disapproval at Sika, "Bet you're not giving yourself enough credit," she accused - it was the habit of people, she'd noticed, to either assume they were more than right for a task or really weren't right enough. Either attitude got you in trouble later on down the line. "C'mon, you've got another kiddie, right? If he's still kicking you've got to be doing something right." Slight grin, almost a laugh, "Just don't start making the little tykes call you 'mummy dearest', or child protection services will come calling."
Uh... actually, did Gaia have child protection services? Considering the amount of people who seemed to adopt strange beings at the drop of a pin... the group was either way overworked or hadn't been established at all. Or been firebombed, which didn't seem too unlikely. ...Okay, enough with the negative thoughts and onto something more constructive, "I mean, hey, even if we are dealing with theories made flesh they're still flesh, you know?" she pointed out, distracting herself from sensibility.
Uh... actually, did Gaia have child protection services? Considering the amount of people who seemed to adopt strange beings at the drop of a pin... the group was either way overworked or hadn't been established at all. Or been firebombed, which didn't seem too unlikely. ...Okay, enough with the negative thoughts and onto something more constructive, "I mean, hey, even if we are dealing with theories made flesh they're still flesh, you know?" she pointed out, distracting herself from sensibility.
Sika-chan
Risika turned her head toward Jan, smiling gently as she did so.
"You're right. Aubrey was pretty troublesom, but he is still alive and kicking." Laughing gently, she sat back up, smoothing out nonexistant wrinkles in her messanger bag.
" I wonder how ours will turn out." With a very uncharacteristic snicker, Risika turned towards Jan quickly. " Do you have an idea of what they are? Kind of like how Tymiko's, another gaurdian like ourselves, boys are similar to the sky and the sea." her hand yet again grooped at her relic, still hesitant to even let it see the light of day.
"You're right. Aubrey was pretty troublesom, but he is still alive and kicking." Laughing gently, she sat back up, smoothing out nonexistant wrinkles in her messanger bag.
" I wonder how ours will turn out." With a very uncharacteristic snicker, Risika turned towards Jan quickly. " Do you have an idea of what they are? Kind of like how Tymiko's, another gaurdian like ourselves, boys are similar to the sky and the sea." her hand yet again grooped at her relic, still hesitant to even let it see the light of day.
Jan the Verse
Chewing enthusiastically on her tongue, Jan refrained from answering for a long moment. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that new bit of information - sea and sky? How strange, that two very real things should be included in the ideas imprinted in these many relics. That suggested that... well, the duality thing was more important than the tangibility (or lack thereof) of any concepts linked to these Aduthule. Interesting.
"Uh... I can guess," she nodded hesitantly, holding out her relic that Sika might see it better in the light rather than in the shadows close to Jan's belly, "Something to do with masks. Theatre, I think. Comedy and tragedy, more specifically."
"Uh... I can guess," she nodded hesitantly, holding out her relic that Sika might see it better in the light rather than in the shadows close to Jan's belly, "Something to do with masks. Theatre, I think. Comedy and tragedy, more specifically."
Sika-chan
Risika looked at Jan's relic, being able to see it fairly well now. She took it in and noticed the details that Jan had mentioned. Her guess at being Comedy and Tragedy was a fairly good guess, and she even admitted that she herself could have never guessed.
Her hand went automatically to her bag, feeling out the hard stone within. She was still contemplating whether to not to bring out the stone. It wasn't that she didnt trust Jan now, she was just paranoid.
" That will be interesting to see." She placed her index finger upon her chin, tapping it a few times before continuing. " I guess you could figure that maybe they were 'forged' or whatever, during the Elizabethian era?" She giggled then at a fleeting thought. " What if they had english accents and everything?"
Her hand went automatically to her bag, feeling out the hard stone within. She was still contemplating whether to not to bring out the stone. It wasn't that she didnt trust Jan now, she was just paranoid.
" That will be interesting to see." She placed her index finger upon her chin, tapping it a few times before continuing. " I guess you could figure that maybe they were 'forged' or whatever, during the Elizabethian era?" She giggled then at a fleeting thought. " What if they had english accents and everything?"
Jan the Verse
"Oh," Jan said in surprise, drawing the relic closer to herself for better inspection again, "Elizabethan... you know, I'd rather thought it'd be more Greek. But theatre evolves, I guess..." she frowned, unsure of whether she'd be able to stop herself from throttling the little tykes if they ended up with English accents despite never having lived in England. ...Enh. Probably. They'd be small and defenseless and cute! If kind of icky when it came to the actual part of them being kiddies. Still, she probably wouldn't find it in herself to strangle them. Gag, maybe, she'd have to see.
She didn't really expect Sika to display hers in turn, having already evaluated the differences in their attitudes towards the rocks--relics, to be very sharp. It would seem almost out of character for the woman to display something she was concentrating so hard on keeping safe, and Jan didn't begrudge her that - when she bothered to think about it. "If they make me buy 'em ruffs.." she muttered finally in a grasp at both humor and exasperation.
She didn't really expect Sika to display hers in turn, having already evaluated the differences in their attitudes towards the rocks--relics, to be very sharp. It would seem almost out of character for the woman to display something she was concentrating so hard on keeping safe, and Jan didn't begrudge her that - when she bothered to think about it. "If they make me buy 'em ruffs.." she muttered finally in a grasp at both humor and exasperation.
Sika-chan
Risika hit her palm against her forehead, forgetting intirely about that age.
" You're right. I was thinking more along the lines of Shakespeare, but I think I'd have to agree with you aswell."
Risika smiled and laughed once more about the idea of seeing any small children in ruffles. She loved to see kids dressed up in outfits that they'd kill their parents for if they had a mind to think against it. But she was also kind of weird when it can to outfits.
" I think that would be funny actually. But I do understand what you mean. If mine made me dress them up all preppy I think I'd have a heart attack." Mentioning her pair, the thought struck her to maybe let them out of her bag. It wasn't like Jan was going to snatch them and run off yelling ' Bwhahaha! Wrong move sucka!!'
With a silent, deep intake of breath, Risika's gloved hands slipped into her bag, fishing around for her own relic. Once she had hold of the cool stone, she pulled it out and cradled it between both of her hands, holding it out to Jan for her to see.
" I can't really tell too well what they will turn out to be, but I believe one if more along the lines of magical, while the other is really plain. I'm guessing Fantasy and Reality." She shrugged, showing that she wasn't too sure, but it was the closet guess she was going to get.
" You're right. I was thinking more along the lines of Shakespeare, but I think I'd have to agree with you aswell."
Risika smiled and laughed once more about the idea of seeing any small children in ruffles. She loved to see kids dressed up in outfits that they'd kill their parents for if they had a mind to think against it. But she was also kind of weird when it can to outfits.
" I think that would be funny actually. But I do understand what you mean. If mine made me dress them up all preppy I think I'd have a heart attack." Mentioning her pair, the thought struck her to maybe let them out of her bag. It wasn't like Jan was going to snatch them and run off yelling ' Bwhahaha! Wrong move sucka!!'
With a silent, deep intake of breath, Risika's gloved hands slipped into her bag, fishing around for her own relic. Once she had hold of the cool stone, she pulled it out and cradled it between both of her hands, holding it out to Jan for her to see.
" I can't really tell too well what they will turn out to be, but I believe one if more along the lines of magical, while the other is really plain. I'm guessing Fantasy and Reality." She shrugged, showing that she wasn't too sure, but it was the closet guess she was going to get.
Jan the Verse
Leaning forward, Jan's eyes widened as she breathed in every detail of the relic - see, that was the real problem. She could be as sarcastic as she liked about this mess but really it fascinated her in the way deep down kind of way that you got when you were on the percipice looking down into fathomless possibilities. Reality indeed. Fantasy? "Like... psychosis?" she asked excitedly, "Schizophrenia and alternate perceptions of the world or genuine," pause, ponder, "Magic and the like?" she waggled her fingers for extra effect.
Sika-chan
Risika chuckled softly at the waggling fingers, clasping the relic in her lap.
" I truly have no idea yet. But I'm thinking fantasy, more along the lines of magic and the like. Like wizards,unircorns, dragons, you know." She pondered for a moment then voiced something that had been bothering her.
" Usualy I can sense magical powers, I mean it could be different for this since they are still in an inanimate state but, I dont sense anythign from this relic. Which just strikes me as odd you know?" She shrugged, for she was probably just over hoping that the fantasy one can make anyone's 'fancy' come true, or something to that extent.
" I truly have no idea yet. But I'm thinking fantasy, more along the lines of magic and the like. Like wizards,unircorns, dragons, you know." She pondered for a moment then voiced something that had been bothering her.
" Usualy I can sense magical powers, I mean it could be different for this since they are still in an inanimate state but, I dont sense anythign from this relic. Which just strikes me as odd you know?" She shrugged, for she was probably just over hoping that the fantasy one can make anyone's 'fancy' come true, or something to that extent.
Faewynd
The museum. Yes, this certainly appeared to be the place. Faewynd frowned a little bit at the stone she held in her hands. It had come to her very dismayed attention that when she held one half of the thing she got dizzy and...... weird. But holding the other half didn't appear to affect her at all and so, with a firm grasp on the "safe side" as it were, she had made her way here. To a museum. With two women sitting outside of it.
Fae's eyes widened, blinked, then blinked again in hope. They appeared to have rocks like hers. Thank the heavens... assuming these ladies knew what they were it would save her hours and hours of time. And time was a precious commodity when one had a small boy-child to raise. Time seemed to be constantly spent gluing china back together and rescuing precious first-edition books from being made into rafts for GI Joes.
Picking up her pace, Fae raised her arm, waving her rock at the two women and smiling in a friendly greeting as she approached them.
Fae's eyes widened, blinked, then blinked again in hope. They appeared to have rocks like hers. Thank the heavens... assuming these ladies knew what they were it would save her hours and hours of time. And time was a precious commodity when one had a small boy-child to raise. Time seemed to be constantly spent gluing china back together and rescuing precious first-edition books from being made into rafts for GI Joes.
Picking up her pace, Fae raised her arm, waving her rock at the two women and smiling in a friendly greeting as she approached them.
Jan the Verse
Sika could sense magic? Wow, now that was a talent worth having. It'd just be so useful! Because to Jan's experience, magic wasn't all fireballs and magic missiles, there were far more subtle and terrifying things to be dealt with - sometimes to the point where one wished something that had happened had indeed been caused by magic but was really just freakish chance. To be able to discern the difference instinctively though... that was something she envied.
That she couldn't sense anything from the relic was sort of odd though... "Well... let's look at it this way: the rocks are sort of like eggs, and the natural purpose of eggs is to hatch. Your magic sensory ability may be attuned to unnatural causes - super-natural and the like, so any unnatural qualities of the relic may be tuned out by its natural purpose. Or maybe it's not anything special yet and some impetus will make it hatch or--hey person!" Jan broke off immediately and waved her rock at the other rock. "HI!" she sang out, "WHAT'S YOURS LOOK LIKE?"
That she couldn't sense anything from the relic was sort of odd though... "Well... let's look at it this way: the rocks are sort of like eggs, and the natural purpose of eggs is to hatch. Your magic sensory ability may be attuned to unnatural causes - super-natural and the like, so any unnatural qualities of the relic may be tuned out by its natural purpose. Or maybe it's not anything special yet and some impetus will make it hatch or--hey person!" Jan broke off immediately and waved her rock at the other rock. "HI!" she sang out, "WHAT'S YOURS LOOK LIKE?"
Sika-chan
Risika ran her gloved fingers over her relic as Jan spoke. Yet again Jan was proving that there was more to her than the Dori illusion she had gotten before. And yet she was still slightly waiting for the moment , " Sorry who are you again?" to come.
She then heard the steps of another, and the sudden change of subject as Jan cut off to point her out. Risika smirked slightly then turned toward the newcomer. She too had a relic such as theirs, she was also waving it around just as Jan had been doing before. She frowned slightly, then screwed her face into a smile before the other woman caught it. Was it just her, or was everyone just tossing the relics around like bricks?
Fighting the urge to shove her relic back into her bag, Risika scooted closer to Jan, making room on the bench for the newcomer.
" Good afternoon," she called back, trying to keep her tone friendly. She really needed more friends.
She then heard the steps of another, and the sudden change of subject as Jan cut off to point her out. Risika smirked slightly then turned toward the newcomer. She too had a relic such as theirs, she was also waving it around just as Jan had been doing before. She frowned slightly, then screwed her face into a smile before the other woman caught it. Was it just her, or was everyone just tossing the relics around like bricks?
Fighting the urge to shove her relic back into her bag, Risika scooted closer to Jan, making room on the bench for the newcomer.
" Good afternoon," she called back, trying to keep her tone friendly. She really needed more friends.
Faewynd
A big smile broke out over Fae's face at the more or less friendly reception. Bouncing her way over to the women, she thrust her relic in their faces. "Here, see? I'll show you mine if you'll let me see yours... I didn't know there were so many of these rocks around."
Plunking herself down on the bench she smiled at Sika, blinking a couple times as if trying to figure out just who this lady was before shaking her head. It wasn't her business... there were more important things at the moment than nosing into stranger's personal lives.
"Hi" She said instead, deciding the proper thing to do would be to introduce herself before she kept rambling. "I'm Faewynd. This is my rock. Thing. Yeah." Blushing a little at her lack of verbage, Fae decided she may as well just shut up for the moment and let the others introduce themselves and their rocks.
Plunking herself down on the bench she smiled at Sika, blinking a couple times as if trying to figure out just who this lady was before shaking her head. It wasn't her business... there were more important things at the moment than nosing into stranger's personal lives.
"Hi" She said instead, deciding the proper thing to do would be to introduce herself before she kept rambling. "I'm Faewynd. This is my rock. Thing. Yeah." Blushing a little at her lack of verbage, Fae decided she may as well just shut up for the moment and let the others introduce themselves and their rocks.
Jan the Verse
"Jan!" she exclaimed, naming herself excitedly and reaching over Sika to thrust her rock at the newly identified Fae. "Think these things work as magnets too? I mean, hey - fancy us all meeting here for no apparent reason other than we're a little baffled about our new glorified paperweights!"
The grin spread across her face was enthused and almost intoxicated with the mystery of it all - she'd gone from being quite concerned about management of two strange, ethereal and possibly otherworldly (or of this world, just not typical of it) to a simultaneously relaxed and enraptured sort of bliss - she wasn't alone in this mess. Other people were around to make mistakes she could learn from and she wouldn't be stuck fumbling about through disaster all on her own.
The grin spread across her face was enthused and almost intoxicated with the mystery of it all - she'd gone from being quite concerned about management of two strange, ethereal and possibly otherworldly (or of this world, just not typical of it) to a simultaneously relaxed and enraptured sort of bliss - she wasn't alone in this mess. Other people were around to make mistakes she could learn from and she wouldn't be stuck fumbling about through disaster all on her own.
Sika-chan
Taking hold of Fae hand, Risika shook it gently. She sensed something from this one, telling her that she wasn't quite human, but who really was nowadays? " I'm Risika, but most call me Sika."
As Jan reached over her she sighed a little, but kept in her objection as she too put her relic in a more seeable spot upon her lap. As she did so she took a good look at FaeWynd's relic, it was as interesting as the last. She could not wait to see all of these thule once they were 'hatched'.
" Apparently there are lately," she answered. " But I will admit from the time I have been spending at at museum this is deffiantly the most relics I have seen at one time." She shrugged slightly, for to her it merely ment that there were to be more thule children she could poke at, er look at.
As Jan reached over her she sighed a little, but kept in her objection as she too put her relic in a more seeable spot upon her lap. As she did so she took a good look at FaeWynd's relic, it was as interesting as the last. She could not wait to see all of these thule once they were 'hatched'.
" Apparently there are lately," she answered. " But I will admit from the time I have been spending at at museum this is deffiantly the most relics I have seen at one time." She shrugged slightly, for to her it merely ment that there were to be more thule children she could poke at, er look at.
Faewynd
"Relics" Fae muttered, then smiled brightly. "Not a glorified paperweight after all. I was beginning to wonder, you know. Out of the blue this old friend drops by - for no good reason whatsoever and entirely uninvited - just to give me this thing." She laughed a little, running her fingers over the smooth stone. "Like he couldn't get rid of it fast enough. He acted like he thought it was cursed or something." Leaning over first one of her new companions, then the other, she inspected their relics carefully. "They're definitely not paperweights." She finally said decisively under her breath, almost as if she were talking to herself. Then, brightening up, she grinned at the two women. "So, I dont suppose either of you know what these are, then?"
Jan the Verse
Hunh, so they were being distributed in other ways? Or possibly the relics themselves were scattered and found at random and really did act as some sort of supernatural magnet. Jan herself was used to picking up strange things on the job (including odd and sometimes embarassing diseases or strange tastes in fashion), but these rocks, these... "Aduthule," she said cheerily, arm still outstretched over Sika yet somehow maintaining her balance. "It's in a different language," she added helpfully.
Sika-chan
Nodding, Risika agreed silently with Jan.
" Its Elvish or something. It means 'double soul.'" She sat back from Jan, keeping out of reach of the other girl's outstretched arm.
She thought back over what Fae had said before. She had gotten the relic from another being? This was news ot her, for she had figured that only the dread covered menace of a museum gaurdian gave them out. But for all she knew this 'Old Friend' of Fae's could have stolen it.
" Maybe he found out about what happens to the relic, and decided he/she wasn't the parental type?" She smiled softly, thinking that nothing worse than that could come from these relics.
" Its Elvish or something. It means 'double soul.'" She sat back from Jan, keeping out of reach of the other girl's outstretched arm.
She thought back over what Fae had said before. She had gotten the relic from another being? This was news ot her, for she had figured that only the dread covered menace of a museum gaurdian gave them out. But for all she knew this 'Old Friend' of Fae's could have stolen it.
" Maybe he found out about what happens to the relic, and decided he/she wasn't the parental type?" She smiled softly, thinking that nothing worse than that could come from these relics.
Faewynd
"Aduthule" Fae repeated, chewing the word over in her mouth. She liked the way it tasted. Like gumbo flavored toffee. Or something French and creamy. Nodding, she added it to her list of weird vocabulary. "This half is fine, see." She said, indicating one half of the relic. "But when I hold this half I get these weird... ideas. Or sometimes I get a teensy bit dizzy." She shrugged. "It's probably psychoso-- parental type?" Fae inturrupted herself as the last bit of Risika's comment clarified itself in her head. "Parental as in kids? Oh god... I bet the b*****d stole the thing to drive me crazy." She looked at the other women in something close to cheesey theatrical despair. "Do you have any idea how many... things... around here just burst into children at the drop of a hat? This place is crazy." She shook her head and looked down at the Relic. "I have a son who used to be a candy cane, you know."
Jan the Verse
With a huff of long-suffering Jan flopped back to her rightful place on the bench, no longer making fun-time with Sika's personal bubble. "Don't get me started," she whined, "You know what the worst part is? We get to take care of 'em at random - wait, candy cane? Like... really? Does he melt in the sun?"
Words pouring out of her mouth, tactless and stream-of-conscious, were ironically at odds with her actual stream-of-conscious which dictated once more the possibilities in the various peculiarities of the lovely little paperwe--roc--relics each woman now held so close. Something dizzy and something safe, something fancy and something real, something happy and something sad... wow hers came up short. Duality as proof of existence. Hunh. Black and white. So where was the grey in all this, anyway?
Words pouring out of her mouth, tactless and stream-of-conscious, were ironically at odds with her actual stream-of-conscious which dictated once more the possibilities in the various peculiarities of the lovely little paperwe--roc--relics each woman now held so close. Something dizzy and something safe, something fancy and something real, something happy and something sad... wow hers came up short. Duality as proof of existence. Hunh. Black and white. So where was the grey in all this, anyway?
Sika-chan
Risika stared at Fae with an unbelieving look. A candy cane?
She couldn't believe it. She too had heard some strange happenings of children coming out of paint blobs and other inatimate objects, but food?
" Good thing you didn't get a candy craving before he was 'born.' But the fact of this happening isn;t really new, odd yes, but not new. So many people have powers that make my head spin sometimes."
She couldn't believe it. She too had heard some strange happenings of children coming out of paint blobs and other inatimate objects, but food?
" Good thing you didn't get a candy craving before he was 'born.' But the fact of this happening isn;t really new, odd yes, but not new. So many people have powers that make my head spin sometimes."
Faewynd
Fae smiled. "Well, I adopted him when he was a baby." Her eyes gleamed wickedly. "But he can summon up little boxes with treats in them. He's making me fat." Staring down at her relic, she realized the truth of Risika's words. Power abounded in Gaia, it was true. And really, it wasn't that shocking that maybe these little paperweights would turn into kids. Everything else seemed to. Hell, she was afraid to pick up a lucky penny on the street for fear it would burst into a squalling child the moment it hit her pocket. "Double soul, huh?" She smiled faintly. "Do you suppose we'll get two kids, or just one with multiple personalities?"
Jan the Verse
"Well, there's two--hunh..." Jan's further excited ramblings cut off in her own realization that... well... that there were two little fuzzy creatures wrapped about each other to make their new favorite desk ornaments, that.... really didn't mean much, given how little they knew about the relics. Might just be... purely symbolic. Hell, the whole thing was pretty symbolic with the two opposing forces of reality as opposed to other things that went all kid-like - like Faewynd's candy cane boy. Candy canes? Not so meaningful in the grand scheme of things. To most people, at least.
"So are we holding the makings of magical bipolar babes?" she mused, flipping the relic about once and far preferring one of the other two to come up with an answer. Oh, for the days of manuals!
"So are we holding the makings of magical bipolar babes?" she mused, flipping the relic about once and far preferring one of the other two to come up with an answer. Oh, for the days of manuals!
Sika-chan
" Well they become two children with usualy veryly differing personas. BUt as time goes by and they grow up, they eventually become one. This being is not particularly 'bipolar', but in a sense it is because the other sibling who became less dominant still has a say in things. OR at least this is what I guessed form seeing two merged thule."
Risika paused to think upon what she just said then nodded, as if agreeing with herself. She remembered seeing the Saedare pausing for a moment, her brow furrowed as if listening to an unheard voice. There was deffiantly sill two beings in that mind.
Risika paused to think upon what she just said then nodded, as if agreeing with herself. She remembered seeing the Saedare pausing for a moment, her brow furrowed as if listening to an unheard voice. There was deffiantly sill two beings in that mind.
Faewynd
"Huh." That was pretty much all Fae could managed as she chewed over this new information. Two of them, eh? Conflicting personalities. "So we're adopting contradictions?" She frowned a bit. "Condtradictii? I guess Aduthule sounds better." Turning her head, she eyed Sika. "You seem to know an awful lot more about this whole thing than either of us do. How'd that happen?"
Jan the Verse
Ahaha. Latin. Contradictii. What a mouthful. Would've been a little more comforting, if that was what the name had been in because Latin was relatively young and all and that would make these Aduthule more likely to be manifestations of man's desperation to find The Truth as opposed to something universally significant.
"Sika's a bookworm," Jan replied quickly, nodding in agreement with herself. "Reads lots of stuff in that museum back there. Apparently that means she 'knows' things," add to 'knows' finger quotes and subsequent finger wagglings, as near as can be done with relic in hand.
"Sika's a bookworm," Jan replied quickly, nodding in agreement with herself. "Reads lots of stuff in that museum back there. Apparently that means she 'knows' things," add to 'knows' finger quotes and subsequent finger wagglings, as near as can be done with relic in hand.
Sika-chan
Chuckling, Risika nodded her agreement to what Jan had said. She had indeed done a lot of researching and information gathering. It was something new and something she needed to understand. Its how she is.
" I do hang out around the museum a lot. I also spend a lot of time around certain thule, getting to know them and getting to know what exactly happens to them after their relic stage. Its all quite interesting."
" I do hang out around the museum a lot. I also spend a lot of time around certain thule, getting to know them and getting to know what exactly happens to them after their relic stage. Its all quite interesting."
Faewynd
Fae grinned. Bookworm. That was something she could relate to. "I've never been inside that museum. Hell, I didn't even know it was there until recently. But you've met some of these in their not-rock stage? How fascinating..." Fae scooted closer, impinging on as many personal bubbles as she could. "What're they like? Are they pretty?" Beauty was, after all, paramount. Or if not beauty, at least a very unique sort of interestingness. At least as far as Fae's children were concerned. At least she never pretended not to be shallow in that regard. (well... maybe sometimes.)
Jan the Verse
And did they look even remotely like children? Jan wondered, peering surreptitiously at her rock. Snouts.... big ol', fuzzy 'kine ears... tails.... Wings weren't so strange or even generally inhuman, but these things wrapped around each other just didn't strike her as the bipedal sort. Tangentially she wondered whether or not the little tykes would purr if she ever got around to scratching them behind said big ol', fuzzy 'kine ears.
Still didn't know what they ate. Maybe there was a cafeteria at the museum - or a shop, pet-store-like in that it was stocked with rows and rows of packaged special foods for special creatures, right where the gift shop ought to be in any other self-respecting museum. Something told her this place didn't get the same kind of business as your typical gallery. "How big are they?" she tacked on to Fae's interrogation, a subject of imperative interest once she'd thought of it.
Still didn't know what they ate. Maybe there was a cafeteria at the museum - or a shop, pet-store-like in that it was stocked with rows and rows of packaged special foods for special creatures, right where the gift shop ought to be in any other self-respecting museum. Something told her this place didn't get the same kind of business as your typical gallery. "How big are they?" she tacked on to Fae's interrogation, a subject of imperative interest once she'd thought of it.
Sika-chan
Risika smiled, ignoring the fact that she was now being pressed upon on both sides. This is why she became so engrossed in the whole idea of the museum, absorbing any and all information she could, she loved telling others. Whether it was the attention or just the fact that she was able to help them out with their questions, it still made her happy.
" Well I believe they are 'pretty.'" She pondered back on all the thule she had met then nodded. " Some can look fairly sickly and even sinister, but none are 'ugly.' It's quite interesting to see them all though, considering how different they are from each other."
She watched Jan eye her own relic with a quizical look. She figured Jan was pondering the same exact thing that she had been, fox like relics turning into children, looking intirely different.
" It is quite interesting to see them as a relic, looking like what I think, are foxes, and then turning into small children, looking nothing like they did as relics. Certain traits as relics to pass over though. For example the wings, ears and markings. Its such a mystery, even I haven't found out why, even after my researching."
Taking another moment to ponder on what information she had gathered from experience. How big did they get?
" Well," she began hesitantly," I'd say that when they are first 'born' they are about a foot or so tall. Then around adolescence they're like three feet tall. I'm not too sure how tall they get after that, but they really don't get that tall."
She smiled again, nodding with pride at her own knowledgement.
" Well I believe they are 'pretty.'" She pondered back on all the thule she had met then nodded. " Some can look fairly sickly and even sinister, but none are 'ugly.' It's quite interesting to see them all though, considering how different they are from each other."
She watched Jan eye her own relic with a quizical look. She figured Jan was pondering the same exact thing that she had been, fox like relics turning into children, looking intirely different.
" It is quite interesting to see them as a relic, looking like what I think, are foxes, and then turning into small children, looking nothing like they did as relics. Certain traits as relics to pass over though. For example the wings, ears and markings. Its such a mystery, even I haven't found out why, even after my researching."
Taking another moment to ponder on what information she had gathered from experience. How big did they get?
" Well," she began hesitantly," I'd say that when they are first 'born' they are about a foot or so tall. Then around adolescence they're like three feet tall. I'm not too sure how tall they get after that, but they really don't get that tall."
She smiled again, nodding with pride at her own knowledgement.
Faewynd
Fae raised first one eyebrow, then another. "Little buggers, eh?" She stared at the relic, then added "I can believe that." She seemed satisfied that at least they would be interesting to look at, her preoccupation with apprearances surfacing again. Though... "This one wont be able to fly, then." She said, pointing out the bony protrusions that didn't look like working wings. "Unless they're magic enough to fly anyways."
Jan the Verse
"Oh God, I hope not," words in a breath, pouring out in the first moment of thought, no time wasted on anything so mundane as thinking about tactfulness. But she was in the company of friends, right? Or at least peers - of some sort, in some category - whatever.
But... with those wings. Goodie. This was going to be fun. Because the easy part about kids was that they were usually within grasp. Aaaaaaaagh. "So are we assigned to taking care of... magic, dialectical midgets?" she attempted to summarize after a moment of purse-lipped thought, "....Hunh."
But... with those wings. Goodie. This was going to be fun. Because the easy part about kids was that they were usually within grasp. Aaaaaaaagh. "So are we assigned to taking care of... magic, dialectical midgets?" she attempted to summarize after a moment of purse-lipped thought, "....Hunh."
Sika-chan
Risika snickered at Jan's reply.
"Midgets? I'm sure in their world they are quite normal sized and we are the Giants." Defending them or not, Risika couldn't help but laugh again. " I guess you could say they are midgets though. They don't grow that tall..."
She shrugged, smiling as she looked down at her relic. Midgets or not, she had a good feeling about this.
She looked up at Fae after a moment and studied the girl's relic.
" Perhaps not. But you could never tell. Could be a super hero type, where they just fly with a thought and the wings are just for show." She snickered again then sat stright. She was starting to get fairly friendly, and it even surprised herself.
"Midgets? I'm sure in their world they are quite normal sized and we are the Giants." Defending them or not, Risika couldn't help but laugh again. " I guess you could say they are midgets though. They don't grow that tall..."
She shrugged, smiling as she looked down at her relic. Midgets or not, she had a good feeling about this.
She looked up at Fae after a moment and studied the girl's relic.
" Perhaps not. But you could never tell. Could be a super hero type, where they just fly with a thought and the wings are just for show." She snickered again then sat stright. She was starting to get fairly friendly, and it even surprised herself.
