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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:58 pm
Jerks. Assholes. SKUNK
...I suppose he could be stinking up the house more than he is, but still. I'm just glad I've got that perfume bottle. Some jerk gave it to me at the last robotic conference hoping to get into my pocketbook, I suspect, if not just my pants. Expensive stuff in a rather pretty crystal bottle. It has one of those ball sprayer things too. Doesn't smell bad either - kind of like apples. It masks Fleur's odor nicely, especially if I lift up his tail and spray it there.
...lord, I hope no one but Chrysler sees me doing that. They might think I'm molesting the kid. Either that, or it's some new-fangled constipation cure. Should anyone else see me doing that, I'm hoping for the latter.
I guess it could still be even worse. They could have forced me to take him as a baby. Skunk odor and baby poop. What a horrifying thought.
I'm trying to convince myself I have better things to do than whine here at this point, but...I really don't. Sucks to be rich sometimes. Guess I'd better go spray him one more time and start...what's the word? Raising him. Yeah.
.............................peeling onions for a year has to be better than what I'm in for.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 10:06 am
...shut up.
OKAY. He's growing on me. He's cute. Stinky, but cute. He's also very quiet and though he only looks about four or five years old, he's very smart and doesn't like to get in my way. Works out for both of us. He seems to be perfectly content to just...sit in a corner and color in coloring books.
Christmas is coming soon...I've never gone Christmas shopping for anyone but Chrysler and Kouma - I programmed them, so I know what they like. But Fleur? Um...what do kids like? Besides toys, that is, and he doesn't really seem to be the toy "type" in the first place...I gave him a few of my action figures, and Chrysler got him some Play-Doh, but he'd still rather just sit in a corner and color. I guess I'll get him one of those giganto-fat $2 coloring books from the corner store, but sheesh, that seems rather...cheapass.
Granted, he's really taken a liking to that perfume. And he likes flowers a lot...maybe some differently scented perfume will do? The apple perfume does smell good, but it's starting to get a little boring. I could get him a bunch of different scents for him to alternate. And, uh, some new clothes. He's starting to grow like a weed.
Wish I could ask someone for some ideas, but I just don't see me walking into Wal-Mart and asking a random employee, "Hey, do you have any ideas on what to get a giant skunk for Christmas?"
...even if the entire store does think I'm crazy already.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:45 am
Hmm.
I just looked up some information on skunks. Figured I better since I'm stuck with one for who knows how long. Found out a few interesting things.
Supposedly, Fleur isn't supposed to be stinking all the time the way he is. I wonder if that's because he was genetically modified/created? They told me about some "special skills" classes he'll go to when he gets older, so hopefully they'll be able to figure out that problem. It might be because he's still young. Then again, the scent glands could be defective since he's not 100% skunk. I'm hoping for the former.
Going to grab me another Dr. Pepper and resume researching. Yes, I'm procrastinating.
( OOC: For the record, yes, I already knew this LONG before I created Fleur. 3nodding I helped raise 2 skunks a few years ago. Some have already PMed me about this - I'm not mad or anything about that! 4laugh My reasoning is that he's got the control of a kid, so he can't control the fact that his scent gland pretty much constantly leaks, and it will be fixed when he gets older. Just wanted to clarify that, yes, I already knew this aspect about skunks - they don't reek when they don't spray. <3 This will be Fleur's first skill test. whee )
( OOC: However, if anyone else knows any other interesting anecdotes about skunks, feel free to tell me! Fleur does, after all, have two skill tests at the very least in his growth requirement, and aside from the scent issue, I'm at a loss! I believe they have fairly strong jaws for their size for eating snails, so maybe something about jaw strength? Suggestions more than welcome. <3 )
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 8:29 pm
A child is expected to know certain things at certain ages.
In order to obtain rights to their Dragon(egg), they must prove they can meet these requirements.
The following sheet is for your child to fill out, with mild help from their guardian, then sent back to D-corp. (PM ot the mule)
Also any changes, even minor such as haircuts, should be reported to the D-corp to be logged and filed.
Thankyou,
D-corp.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 9:37 pm
Fleur keeps his hair cut the same way as when I got him - he likes how it doesn't get in his face (too much). His favorite shirt is an old, faded purple sweater of mine that he found in the giveaway box, but it's still entirely too big for him - it slides off his shoulders which is really kinda cute since it shows off some of his spots when it does.
He's still very shy though he's slowly beginning to open up more. I also regret to say that I've made him so paranoid about the way he smells that he constantly carries around his perfume bottle and keeps it sprayed on himself at all times to mask his natural odor. He sometimes sprays it on other things he doesn't like the smell of though I finally broke him of spraying it on food.
He likes things that smell "nicer than him" to quote him - flowers, fruit, and, for some reason, dog breath (I don't know, and I don't ask). He's also fascinated with pretty things like the Christmas tree ornament Delphinidae gave him. Anything that's brightly colored gets his full attention. That's another complex of his - he hates the fact that he's "boring black and white" and tried to put on makeup in the middle of the store the other day to make his fur any other color but black or white. I'm just hoping it's a phase he'll grow out of.
I still hate you for blackmailing me into taking him even if he's growing on me. As revenge, I made you sit through that whole rant. So PFFT.
(OOC note: Arafel, if it's not too much trouble, on his child cert, could it say Taerar Licorne instead of [ Pharaoh ] (same with the journal's title)? As soon as all my SS gifts open, I'm changing my account's name. Thanks in advance. <3 )
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 9:45 pm
Play Date #1: Big Flaws For All (Revon/Fleur/Canti)
Backlog from Fleur's toddlerhood.Revon It was a rare day indeed. Warm enough to be outside without a jacket to keep back the chill. The kind of day that Haruki would grudgingly accept defeat on and go to the park with Revon. The young raven's thoughts where on saving what might be leftof the flowers. Which likely meant a few weeds that clung to life, but there might have been a luck blossom or two.
He'd managed to find a few too. Enough to make a delicate flower crown out of while Haruki sat on the bench nearby reading. It was a normal occurance for them really. The older and younger both quietly going about their pasttimes. It's how they maked things work.
And it let Revon be as girly as he wanted without bothering his keeper too much. Haruki didn't seem to mind it, but it was obvious that he wasn't too proud of it either. Or maybe that was just the usual disdain he had for everything? Revon wasn't quite sure.
It wasn't like it mattered much. He'd managed to make a makeshift flower crown. It wasn't all pink flowers as he usually prefered(because it matched his wardrobe better), but it would do. He lifted the thing up and plopped it on his head happily before adjusting it a bit. Perfect.
It might be the last one ofr the year, he had to enjoy it. Fleur Stevie quietly watched her black and white ward wade through a thick patch of clover, the little one seemingly fascinated by the greenery even as its vibrant color was beginning to fade for the winter. Fleur eagerly shoved his nose into every flower he found, indulging in each one's scent. Stevie had her arms crossed with one hand steadily holding her large insulated mug, its straw rarely leaving her mouth except for the brief moment when she caught a whiff of something unpleasant downwind.
"Fleur, spray," she murmured. Fleur let out a squeak and immediately fished an elegant crystal perfume bottle from the small messenger bag he carried with him, squeezing the black bubble attached to it to refresh his mask of apple-scented perfume. It worked very well, better than Stevie truly hoped, and it only had to be reapplied maybe three or four times a day, but she was beginning to grow worried about figuring out what brand of perfume it was before it ran out. Canti Lucas was rather surprised by his son's willingness to come out into the open. Usually the boy had to be nudged out of the house if he was to perform any other exercise than dusting the countertops and washing dishes. That alone should have been a sign that Canti didn't like any form of dirt. Yet here the boy was, walking alongside him and somewhat reluctantly clutching his guardian's gloved hand with one of the four he possessed. Alright, so maybe it wasn't cold enough for a jacket, but the ant child had not made it out of the house without a long-sleeved shirt for his upper arms and a pair of leg-warmers wrapped around his secondary set. Pants had been a must, too.
"Well, this is the place I told you about, bud. The park." The photographer announced, giving the boy's hand a light squeeze.
"Park." Canti repeated, taking in the name as his onyx eyes ran over the wide expanse of trees, flowers, and bushes. Funny- the trees were now somehow taking an unusual metamorphosis with their leaves. Where had all the green gone? Contrary to Lucas' belief, the ant rather enjoyed the outdoors. There was just so much work to be done in the house.
"Right. Now why don't we find me somewhere to sit while you go off and play?"
"Play?" Canti knew the word. More often than not it was the only thing his brothers wanted to do. "With who?"
"Whom." The young man corrected. But yes, that was a question for concern. "You don't have to play with anyone, Canti, but... what about that cute little girl over there with the crown? She looks like she'd be fun." Yeah, right. Good job keeping your child near the other children on the right side of the tracks, Lucas... "Go on; I'll go find a seat."
Reluctant to move from his father's side, the ant let go of Lucas' hand and slowly made his way towards Revon. For a moment he studied the boy and his flowers from the back, judging, before he moved around to his side. "Hi... my dad said I'm to be playing with you..." He offered, looking anywhere but Revon at the moment. Revon Revon had only just finished adjusting the crown and giving his wings a light flutter of joy when he heard a voice. Well one he didn't know. He quickly turned in the direction of the noise to stare at an odd creature. As dark skinned as he was, but no wings. Extra arms too. Kind of like him, but not.
Fingers worked momentarily at his long sleeves before be glanced down toward his feet. He was here to play, but... didn't he usually play alone in the park. He watched the boy another second before glancing at his guardian who was paying little to no attention at the bench. Haru was there, it would be fine.
"H-hi." He stated in an almost mute voice. "I... I'm R-rev-on." He added after a moment, then glanced off to find a flower to give the boy. After a moment he found one that was still clinging to life and held it out. "P-playing w-with fl-owers." He managed a tiny grin at that. Which quickly faded.
Why one earth did he smell apples. He wrinkled his nose and glanced around trying to find the source. Flowers weren't supposed to smell like apples so why..? "Y-you sme-smell th-that?" Fleur Stevie glanced over her shoulder when she heard voices and finally fully removed her drink's straw from her mouth so she could speak to Fleur un-muffled, "There's two other kids over there. Why don't you go say 'hi' now that you've freshened yourself up some?"
"...buh?" Fleur looked up at her with an expression like she had grown an extra head. "Why?" He had not met anyone else since he was first given to Stevie, and the prospect of being turned to introduce himself to two at the same time was horrifying to say the least.
"Why not?" Stevie shrugged. "You have to make friends sometime." She gave him one experimental sniff and took the bottle to spray under his tail once, making positive his natural odor was sufficiently masked. The scent of apples was not overwhelming though it was obvious Fleur's fur had been treated with perfume. However, it could not be helped, and Stevie was of sound mind that the average person would much rather smell apples than skunk. Those who would prefer skunk over apples she probably did not want Fleur associating with in the first place.
Fleur gave the other two an utterly petrified look, staying firm in his bed of clovers. The light lavender of his over-sized shirt blended with the clover flowers, a fact to which he was not oblivious and hoped it would hide him from the curious eyes of those strangers. Granted, his black and white pelt definitely stood out from the greenery. Canti The flower was eyed curiously before one of the lower arms reached out and delicately took it. Slowly, a smile stretched itself across Canti's lips, obviously feeling a bit better about the situation now that he was assured that it wasn't to be an aggressive one. He could probably handle it if he'd received a rude response seeing as he happened to live with someone senselessly mean, but he wouldn't have enjoyed it. Wait. There were words you had to say when someone gave you something or else you got scolded...
"Thanks?" Yes, that was it. " 'm Canti... Smell?" The long appendages upon the ant's head twitched at that, perking up and tingling. Yes, he could smell. "Froo-oot?" The black head turned in search of the source of the scent, and it didn't take long for him to spot the rather obvious lump in the clovers. "Big flower."
There was a moment's consideration before a hand was held out to Revon. "We are... 'playing with flowers', yes? Are we to play with... the big flower?" Revon Revon had spotted the black lump among the green before long too. Unlike the ant, he had be left speechless. One person he might be able to handle, but two? He glanced at the ant who'd been speaking as the question was asked.
Did they play with big flowers?
"I-if... it-'s n-nice." He stated as quietly as before, before pushing himself up to inch toward the lump cautiously. He had to try. Haruki said he should make friends, and his brother had friends. He should have some too. Good people had friends.
He just had to try really hard. Because it wasn't easy.
"F-flower, do y-you wa-want to p-play?" He wasn't sure what else to call the other child. So flower would do for the time being. Fleur "See? Now you have to go over there - they've spotted you," Stevie insisted, giving Fleur a nudge at his tail to stand up. "And they've even got your name right already." She gave him a nudge forward at his back to get him started despite his meek protests.
Stumbling forward toward the strangers, Fleur was frozen at first, his ears tilted back uncertainly and his tail trying to tuck under his legs, one of the flowers he had been smelling now clutched tightly to his chest as if it was now a makeshift security blanket. It took him a moment to find his voice; he knew Stevie would not be pleased if he was rude now, so he finally took one shakey step forward and meekly spoke, his voice weak and unsteady, "H-Hi...'m F-Fleur..." Canti Canti had gone with Revon over to the skunk among the clover and now watched as the furry one fumbled about. Was he scary? Carefully, those long antennae atop his head stretched out towards Fleur, twitching experimentally before pulling back again. Yes, this was where the smell had come from.
"Hi Fl-uuhr. 'm Canti..." He gestured with one hand towards the raven crowned in flowers. "Thas Revon." The name was spoken slowly, deliberately so that he wouldn't somehow make a mistake. "What... why hide? S'there monsters?" He glanced around him as if searching. "Should we be hiding?" Revon He nodded as his name was said. Fleur. Sounded liek flower. He had to be good. Flowers where nothing but good. He was a bit thankful when the other child introduced them both. He didn't want to try talking again, it was just... well he didn't want to make a mistake. So someone else saying it was better. As selfish as that was. And he knew that.
He gave the black and white creature a meek smile as he was introduced before frowning at the next question. Which was a rather good thing to ask. Should they be? He peered around cautiously a moment, hopping up and flapping his wings a few time to hold himself a moemnt more before landing back on the ground. He hadn't seen anything scary.
Just Haruki and a few more adults. People he had to assume were the other kids parents. That wasn't too scary. "D-don't s-ee any-one." He said quickly before looking back at the skunk expectantly. Fleur Fleur's dark blue eyes widened when Revon lifted himself into the air, so startled and fascinated he did not have a chance to be hesitant and shy as he asked, his voice full of wonder, "How'd you do that...?"
He realized it was a stupid question the second he said it - it was obvious how Revon did that - he had wings. Even at his young age, Fleur new wings meant flight. Correcting his embarrassing question, he instead stammered, "I-I mean...wh-what kinda bird are you...?" He had not yet seen a black bird, just the blue and pink mechanical parrots Stevie built and sold to keep her income steady. Revon was pink too but only in clothing just as Fleur was wearing a shade of purple, so Fleur doubted he was a parrot. Canti The natural shyness that came with first meeting people was gradually beginning to fade. Neither of the boys seemed mean or particularly critical, so why should he remain tense? He nodded absently to himself about nothing in particular before stumbling back as Revon lifted himself into the air. Woah! Flying- what a neat trick. Canti found himself smiling despite the potential danger of a 'monster'.
None? No monsters? Good. At Fleur he gave a little tilt of his head. Then he glanced to the pink-clad boy, running his eyes over him. "A crow, yes? Like on windowsill... make mess on windows." A frown at that. "Pigeons too. Revon is not making messes, right? Only play with flowers." Revon How'd he do that? He rubbed his hand lightly. It was a compliment, so he'd done something good? "I... lea-learned it i-in a cl-class." He mumbled as quietly as before, then smiling slightly. It was a good thing to learn to fly. People liked those who could fly. But then came Canti's more cirtical comments.
Then again, he was talking about a crow. Revon was a raven. And he didn't make a mess, but his brother... well his brother did.
Still, he never made a mess on a window. "I-i'm a R-raven." He quickly corrected, before shaking his head. "Ha... do-does not li-like when R-revon ma-kes me-messes. So... Rev-on doe-does not. J-just flo-flowers." Was the reply he made, nodding a bit. Yes, he didn't make messes. Messes would be bad. So... he hated messes. Fleur Fleur seemed a little confused. He had not heard of a raven before - crows, yes, but ravens? It was something he would have to ask Stevie later.
With the distraction of Canti's remark, Fleur realized he was beginning to come exceptionally nervous, clenching the lone flower he was holding almost painfully tightly. These two seemed okay, but what if the perfume started to wear off? He knew he had only just reapplied it, but he had been ushered over to Revon and Canti so abruptly he forgot to bring the bottle with him. What if his natural odor started to creep through again? He had finally started relaxing around the strangers, but now he was afraid again, afraid he would stink them away.
Desperate for another distraction, Fleur asked, hoping talking might keep them too busy to smell the air, "Wh-What kind of class? I'm j-just learnin' how to read..." He was still learning the alphabet at that time. Even as he talked though, Fleur found his eyes trailing up to Revon's head, growing fascinated by the circle of flowers in his hair. Canti Canti didn't honestly know what a raven was, or what the difference was between a crow and a magpie. They were black birds, and he knew a black bird as a crow. However, when he was corrected, Canti silently stored the tidbit away. All that mattered to him was that Revon was clean and didn't make messes. Of course, the ant wasn't going to shun the raven if he did, but it was something he might wrinkle his nose at. Messes were bad indeed, yes. To signify his approval, he bobbed his head somewhat towards Revon and smiled.
A brow was lifted at Fleur quietly, unsure as to why the boy was tensing up. Was he alright? At the question, though, a frown crossed his features and his eyes fell towards the ground. "Me too. The alpha-mabet. Dad has said I can't get it right past G..." Apparently it was quite the disappointment for the ant. He wanted to learn fast! "I am knowing in numbers." Revon Revon already knew his numbers. And writing wasn't too hard. "Ha.... he m-made sure I... I passed th-that." He stated in reply to the mentio of alphabets. He had been taught to write clearly before he was even shown his egg. Now Haruki was trying to teach him cursive. Which he was doing his best at. The curvies where a lot harder to understand though. Much harder than printing. "I... can p-print and wr-write a li-little cur-sive." He quickly stated, rubbing his sleeve slightly. He didn't want to boast, but that was what he knew.
"I l-learned to f-fly i-in a c-class with Mr. Or-pheus." He mumbled. It was a nice class really, they'd been patient with him. And he'd learned to use his wings for something other than hiding. Still he didn'tthink it was anything too special. The other birds knew how to fly didn't they?
He glanced at the skunk as he noticed him starring up, then tried to look up to see what he was watching. Nothing up there? Unless. OH! It took a moment for him to realize that perhaps it was the mess of flowers around his head. He had been crawling in the flowers... so maybe he liked them too? The boy reached up and carefully puled the ring of remant flowers loose from his hair before offering out to the other child. "You... you wa-wanna we-wear it?" Fleur Fleur flipped one ear before drooping a little. "Don' know numbers yet..." he worried he was not learning fast enough for Stevie though she did not seem to mind. The only thing she openly did not approve of was his natural scent - she seemed content to let him take his time learning the alphabet and numbers so long as he didn't stink her out of the room while teaching him.
Fleur's eyes widened a little at the offered circle of flowers and leaned forward a little to peer at it more closely, intensely curious now. "H-How'd you put them together like that...?" he asked, fascinated. He only knew how to pluck them and tie them into a messy bouquet with a ribbon, but it did not seem as if Revon had used any ribbons. Canti "Who? Your dad?" Maybe the guy was better at teaching than Lucas? The poor photographer just didn't know what to do to help Canti with such basic learning, and Keiran had taken to throwing things at the ant when he got a letter wrong. Needless to say, some more work was going to have to be done. "Cursive. What is this 'cursive'?"
As the circlet was offered, the insect also leaned somewhat forward to peer at it. "Is it a raven power? Are we to be learning in your Or-fee-uhs class these?" Then he turned his head towards Fleur, smiling warmly. "It would look nice if the Flower were to be wearing them, if for momentary. Double good smellings, and would matching the colors Fluuhr already is wearing." Revon The boy began to nod at the mention of father. Yes, Haru had taught hi- he stopped suddenly and began shaking his head no violently. No, no. Haruki was not his father. Guardian. He was his guardian. "Ha i-is... he wa-watches m-me." He nodded at that, before lifting a hand to point toward the red-head. Who was reading his book in silence at the bench ignoring the area.
How on earth could D-Corp have left someone like that in charge of watching a child?
"C-cursive is f-fancy print."
He turned his attention back toward the flower crown after his slight mishap with the whole guardian bit and eyed the flower. "Y-you string th-em t-t... together." He replied, pointing to where one of the stems had been carefully split to allow him to stuff another stem through. "I-it isn't m-magic." He added, smiling at that. But it was still very pretty. Fleur "Ohh..." Fleur drawled, even more fascinated now. He was not sure his little fingers could do that though, not without making a mess or tearing out the pretty petals anyway. "It's pretty," he stated, twitching his ears. He felt his face heat up at Canti's last comment, blushing though it was hard to tell through the black fur on his face, and he tried to instead focus on the other topic. "Dun know how to write yet...Bah says I should learn to read first." Bah was what he called Stevie. Neither was quite sure why - it just kind of slipped out the day they met when Stevie asked Fleur what he wanted to call her. Canti Nod nod... then no? Canti's second set of eyes scrunched closer together in confusion at the statement. "What is the difference being? You are in his house, yes? Is he to take care of you?" It was an innocent curiosity. He also had a man who didn't look like him taking care of him, and he still referred to him as his father. Or Lu. Now he looked towards Haruki, quietly noting the man and his contraption. Lucas often had one of those- a book. However, when Lucas read a book, it always seemed as if he was almost put to sleep by doing it. Odd..
"Fan-see, huh?" His antennae twitched at Fleur's statement, but he didn't quite look back yet. "I am knowing how to draw the letters, but I am not to know which to call them all!" He laughed softly at that, gradually sweeping his gaze back to the group. Yes, he could remember the pattern of a letter, but he couldn't always name them. It was something that Lucas was probably baffled over. Just like one could be able to draw a particular species of a spider and not know what to call it, that was how Canti was with letters. His guardian just didn't know it yet.
"I think I would be liking to meet these Ha and Bah very much." He finally said, nodding to himself. "Or we could get to the playing like my Lu has told me to do. What should we do?" Revon The boy nodded at the comment. The crowns were lovely, that's why he always made them. Or at least when he got to come outside. There weren't so many flowers around where he played, and Haruki didn't come to the park with him too often. So he made them when he could at least.
"H-ha... says g-got to kn-know both." He stated quietly. Then there came Canti's question. There was a difference. Obviously there was if Haruki was so insistant on it, so..? "A-apart-m-ment." They lived at D-corp, so it was a correction to the question about a house. "Yes." He finally stated to the final question, rubbing at his arm slightly. "B-but... guar-guardian. Not a f-father." He added while looking down again. He didn't want to get in trouble for making a mistake like that. It would be best not to do it again.
He only ganced up slightly as the topic went back to something a bit less... incriminating to him. The whole thing about writing. The best he could explain cursive was that it was fansy and loopy. The letters all flowers into one wavy mess. Unless you knew what the waves meant. Then it was writing. Haruki always wrote in cursive. So he had to learn to read it at least. Still, he didn't want to try talking about it much more. The fact he was learning something the other children hadn't heard of was going over boundaries. Best not to brag, or even sound like he was. "D-do you know th-the ABC s-song?" He'd learned that in one of the classes the Kat lady hat taught. It wasn't something he was supposed to use too much for remembering them by Haru's rules. But he still knew it none the less. And it might be helpful.
Then came the mention of meeting Ha or Bah. That brightened the raven up a bit. It meant he could meet new people while clinging to someone who could tell him if he messed up and was bad. So he'd know he didn't make a mistake. "W-we c-can meet Ha!" Revon had been told to make more friends not too long ago. So wouldn't his guardian be pleased if he drug some people over? Fleur Fleur's ears went back a little at the thought of meeting yet another new person, but he did not say anything. He did not want his new acquaintences to think ill of him since he had just met them. He glanced over his shoulder at Stevie who had settled herself in the grass leaned up against a tree, staring out at the clouds as she daydreamed. Whatever she daydreamed about, she certainly did it a lot, not that it was any help to him right now.
"I-I guess we could go meet him..." Fleur stammered uncertainly. He supposed as long as he did not go too much farther, Stevie would not mind. Canti "Oh...kay." Still, the child did not understand. Perhaps he would ask Lucas later what the difference was and put the young man under some pressure. At mention of the song, his antennae lowered somewhat sheepishly. "Was taught, but could not be 'membering." No, he couldn't remember all of it quite yet, but it was simply something to be worked on.
At Revon's agreement with going to see his guardian, Canti seemed somewhat brightened and thrilled. If Revon was nice, why wouldn't his guardian be? Black eyes glanced to his own caretaker, who was currently laying flat on the grass and pointing his camera up into the trees above. Lu was always doing things like that, so it was no surprise. Then he looked at Fleur, again not quite sure if something wrong was happening. "Yeah! Let us be meeting your Ha, Revon." Then leaning a little closer towards Fleur, he hushed. "Is there something wronging you, Fluuhr? Have the monster come back?" Revon He noted the slight downfall in Fleur's expression at the mention of meeting his guardian. Most people liked to meet new people, but... Maybe he was like him? The thought did occure, but Canti's words as well as Fleur's less than enthusiastic agreement seemed to dash that fear for the time being.
So with a quick nod he plopped the flower crown he'd offered tot he skunk on the other child's head and was hurrying over to inform his parent of his new friends. It would take just a moment to do that.
"Ha!"
The man glanced up at the child in minor confusion. Was he done playing already? He'd wanted to come out to play to badly why..? Oh. There were two other children over where he'd been playing. So either this had to do with minor panic from messing up, or...?
"I-I made so-some friends. The-they wanted to mee-meet y-you."
Or he wanted to drag him into this mess. Well it wasn't as if he'd be free of running into the children forever. They where other D-Corp children. He'd only recently gotten ahold of the files to look at. Which meant he hadn't had a chance to read allof the details yet. What a bother. "Is that so?" There was no enthusiam in his voice to match with the young boy's. A quick nod from the raven confirmed the question and signaled that it was time to get up and meet the other children.
Revon was back far sooner than his keeper, who simply walked over while finishing up the last of the page he'd been on. Nevermind the fact that he'd read it before and could recite it verse for verse. He finished what he started.
"Th-this is Ha!" Fleur Fleur squeaked and smiled, reaching up to adjust the flower circlet so it settled better on his head before he looked back up to watch Revon. This "Ha" person seemed about as enthusiastic to meet him and Canti as someone would be at the prospect of getting a root canal though that did not matter much to Fleur - he was still too young to understand the lack of enthusiasm. Besides, Stevie looked at him like that a lot though she was gradually warming up more to him.
"H-Hi," Fleur finally chanced speaking when Ha followed Revon back, raising a hand to wave timidly. Canti If Canti understood that Ha wasn't thrilled over the thought of meeting them, he certainly didn't show it, passing the man a smile even if he had his nose in his book. He was Revon's guardian, so that meant he had to be somewhat nice, right? And Lucas had always told him that he should 'treat others like you need something from them later'... or something like that. The ant had a mindful memorization problem if he couldn't write it down at this point, and he couldn't really write it down, either.
"Hello Ha! I am Canti, and this one is Floohr.." He offered, fighting off the shyness that often came with meeting new people and switching to the best sort of politeness he knew. "Look! Revon had made this! Are you having one too?" Well, he'd wanted to ask about the book, but it was probably something he would get confused over. Instead, he attempted to promote and show off Revon's -whom he flashed a smile- handiwork almost like it was his. Revon Snap. The book closed as he finished the page and looked up. Fleur, and Canti. Right. He knew their names already from the files, but it couldn't hurt to hear them again. "It's nice to meet you both." Bland, boring, and flat. He wasn't teaching a class, it wasn't as if he needed to entertain them. Besides, was it even in his contract to deal with the little kids..? Probably, D-Corp had a way of sneaking things in even if you were the type who read the fine print. "My name is Haruki Mitsu."
And that was it for introductions.
Revon beamed at the idea they were all getting along, especially when the crown he'd given to Fleur was brought up. Though that had turned the smile into something more shy as he ducked back a little. He liked making people happy, but getting compliments was always a bit akward. Still, he did take the mild nod of that Haruki gave the comment as a sign of approval and was pleased with himself. "I u-used so-me of the la-last flo-flowers." He commented quietly, clasping his hands behind his back.
Another brief nod noting it. Why was he part of this again? Still, he had to play the good caretaker. "So is that what you've all been doing? Learning to make flower crowns?" Revon had been making them for as long as he could recall, so it wasn't anything new. Still, he hadn't seen the bird trying to teach anyone before, which was a good thing.
Revon shook his head slightly at the question. "We w-were talking ab-about wr-writing and re-reading." And a bit about crowns and parents. Not so much though.
This statement did manage to catch the red-head a bit off guard. Was that really what children normally talked about? Revon certainly didn't bring up writing unless it was time to practice... "Is that so?" Well, at least it was something more useful than flower crowns. Fleur Fleur tilted his ears back a little with a rather confused expression. Something about this man was very intimidating though he could not quite put his finger on what. He just assumed it was because this was really the first time he had met someone other than one of the other D-Corp children.
"B-Bah says I sh-should learn to read b-before I learn to w-write..." Fleur restated, figuring he might as well say something rather than stare stupidly up at Ha. Whoever "Bah" was, it was probably the lady on the other side of the clearing leaned against a tree and typing frantically on a laptop. Canti At Ha's question, the ant gave an enthusiastic nod. Whether or not he noticed that the man carried some sort of foreboding air to him, it wasn't apparent. "And I am not to be knowing their look after, but if I am to trace I know what letter they are being. Revon says he is learning cursive!" At Fleur's statement, Canti's expression turned curious. "Lucas is having me to write letters first and learning sounds. What are you thinking is right, Ha?" He asked the redhead, perfectly content talking to the man. He'd be telling his guardian the answer if Ha voiced his opinion on the matter. And if he hadn't know whose guardian was which, he should now. Lucas was the mousy teenager attempting to scale a tree for a good picture of a bird he'd recently spotted. Their difference in gender should have been some sort of hint. Revon Oh, so the boy was proud of that? He hadn't been aware. Revon usually just did as he was told without a word. He rarely asked for approval, he just did things. Well, that was all fine, being able to write properly was something to be proud of wasn't it? "You need to know what a letter is before you are able to read it. Writing it is important; however, knowing the basis of a letter is the first step. If you do not understand the worth of said letter how are you to understand the word that is formed with the letters?" In general, he didn't say either was more important. Reading and writing were about equal in the end. What was most important was understanding the letter itself. The sound that came with it.
If that meant you learned to read or write first didn't matter so much as the understanding in the end. The product you came to was the key.
"I... I learned to wr-write f-first." The child mumbled quietly, glancing at the pair quietly. He'd learned through practicing the few letters repeatedly on a side sheet of paper. He'd been told to keep at it until his letters were tidy enough to meet the standard. Of course, durring the time it took to perfect that he'd been given books. So he'd learned both at about an equal speed. By force more than natural talent. He wasn't given a choice in the matter. He was to learn what he was told to learn. Simple as that. Fleur "Oh..." Fleur's ears tilted back, now even more confused than he started. If both were equally important, why did Bah insist on reading before writing? He supposed it did not really matter in the end as long as he pleased her though. "I-I hope I can read better soon." There were many books Stevie was beginning to buy for him he wished he could read, not that he minded Stevie or Chrysler reading them to him, and even though the words were still beyond him, the vibrant colors in the pictures were very appealing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 12:34 pm
Play Date #2: Forever Young (Delphinidae)
Backlog from Fleur's toddlerhood.Del  Sand was in Del's opinion a wonderful toy, you could draw in it, make things with it or just squish your fingers in it and still have fun. At the moment Del was enjoying that first option, she was doodling a map to nowhere with a small twig. With winter approaching it was too cold to stick her fingers in the sand but there were plenty of twigs and rocks about to help her with her play.
A few feet away Malen sat on a park bench reading a book while keeping an eye on his daughter. it pleased him that something as simple as sand could still amuse the young girl. He was also happy that the girl's activities were both active and as far as he knew had nothing to do with being a superhero. He really did need to dissuade her of the notion that such a thing was possible.
Fleur Fleur was once again immersed in what remained of the flowers, feeling a little depressed and upset that he had not been able to indulge in them more, but it could not be helped. He was only adopted by Stevie a few weeks past, and winter had already begun to set in by then. Still, he drew what enjoyment he could from breathing in the last remnants of their scent though that proved to be a mistake when he inhaled some pollen left over from spring.
Fleur's tail bushed out with his loud sneeze, and he blinked several times to stop the world from spinning. As he rubbed his nose and sniffed to clear his head, he flipped one ear when he noticed a faint scent on the breeze indicating he was not alone in the park. Curious, he raised his head up high from the flowerbed to gaze across the area, his eyes stopping on a small figure in the sandbox not too far away.
Instantly, he froze simply at the prospect of meeting someone new. He wilted though when he felt Stevie's exasperated look at his back - she had already seen the other kid, and he knew what was coming next.
"Go say 'hi', Foofy," she prodded. "And don't act like that - Revon and Canti were okay, weren't they?" Fleur drooped pitifully though he could not deny the truth, and he reluctantly stood, giving himself a spray of his perfume to make sure his natural odor was well-masked. Del "River here and waterfall there, so you have to take an engine power boat so there should be docks ..hmm" Del was perplexed she'd left no space on her map for docks. Of course she'd never need docks or a boat she had a dragon coming to her. She still remembered leanring about her dragon so many months ago and she eagerly awaited the day it would hatch.
Shaking her head she added a helicopter pad with her right arm fin. The cold sand felt weird on her rubber appendange and she decided she wasn't going to do that again any time soon.
Looking up her grey eyes scanned for something else that would be found on a map. What her eyes found however was a young boy of a species she couldn't quite make out. Still, it was someone to play with or talk to and so she raised an arm and waved.
Fleur Fleur blushed when he was spotted though it was hard to tell with his black fur. He had hoped he would go unnoticed, but that was not to be, so he reluctantly padded over to the sandbox, his tail drooping a little. He did not look right at her simply out of nervousness and shyness, instead rubbing his furred toes in the grass.
"H-H'lo..." Fleur meekly spoke, chancing a glance up from the ground. After getting a good look at the new girl, he found himself growing less nervous and more curious. He had no idea what she was though glancing over her long tail first made him think of a fish of some sort - even then, it did not look like the tail of Stevie's fish which she called "siamese fighting fish". Chrysler called them "betas". Whatever they were, this girl certainly did not have the right tail for it.
Realizing he had been staring, Fleur blushed again and stammered, "M-My name's F-Fleur..." Del Del smiled kindly at the younger child, he seemed shy and she didn't want to scare him away. " Hi Fleur I'm Delphinidae or Del for short,." She thought the boy's name was quite cute and she was positive it meant something in another language but she couldn't remember what.
Swinging her tail across the sandbox she erased her map and gestured for Fleur to join her " Would you like to make something with me?" Fleur Caught off guard by how outgoing Del was compared to his previous two acquaintences, Fleur just blinked stupidly at her for a moment before sputtering in response, "S-Sure."
He carefully climbed into the sandbox and once again found himself fascinated with her tail, watching it easily erase the picture she drew earlier. She did not have wings like Revon or antennae like Canti, but he was quickly beginning to realize that no two D-Corp children seemed to be alike. "Um...wh-what...are you?" Fleur finally dug up the nerve to ask, hoping it was not an offensive question. He decided that if he had not figured it out by now, he was obviously not going to. Del Del just grinned at the question" I'm a dolphin I guess I sort of look like a weird mermaid or fish or something but I'm not. Fish are fish and dolphins are mammals." She eyes the boy " What are you? Oh and what do you want to make?" She'd already had a chance to play in the sand alone so Del thought it only fair that Fleur got to choose what they did. Fleur "Ohh," Fleur drawled. Now that she brought it up, that tail did look familiar - Chrysler had shown him a few picture books, and he thought he remembered seeing dolphins in them before though looking at Del, he thought she was quite prettier than the ones in the books. "I-I'm..." Fleur drooped, embarrassed. "...a spotted skunk." As if his natural odor was not enough of an embarrassment, he was not even a "proper" skunk as far as any picture books were concerned that he had seen. Every skunk he saw in pictures or in cartoons was striped, and he had blotches of white on his back with the V on his forehead the only true stripes on his body.
Hearing her second question, he tried to switch the subject. "U-Um...a castle?" he suggested. Fleur had heard of sand castles and had seen just one picture of one in Stevie's photo album of her last vacation to the beach though the boy was not quite sure how sand was made to stick together like that. Del "Spotted? Wow that's neat I thought most skunks were supposed to have stripes. It must be cool to be different" She frowned a bit " I'm a bottlenose dolphin but I don't look much different from any other dolphin." At least she didn't have a huge nose like her kind tended to.
She thought about his request for a moment then nodded " Ok castles are fun but you haved to dig for a bit to get dark sticky sand becuase we have no water to make it sticky." Fleur "That's what makes it stick together?" Fleur asked wonderously. It made sense now that he thought about it, but he had no idea before. He quickly shuffled through the little messenger bag he carried with him, knowing he had a bottle of water in it somewhere in addition to his coloring books and perfume. Since his fur was black, even in the growing winter cool, the sun could make him overheat, so Stevie always made sure he had at least one bottle of water with him to keep him hydrated.
"Is this enough?" he finally asked, holding up the bottle proudly. It was the only one he had, but there was a water fountain at the other end of the park he could refill it with if he got thirsty. Del Del nodded " Yeah that will work, it's much easier than carrying bucket of water from the ocean at the beach becuase buckets can get pretty heavy and somone might ruin your castle while you're not looking." Del wished she'd have been smart enough to think of bringing a waterbottle.
" Just sprinked the water over as much sand as possible so we have a lot to work with then we'll start building an oute wall, it's important to have a strong perimiter." Del still loved that word, checking the perimiter had helped her has a child be the first to win the saint patricks day hunt. Fleur Fleur eagerly began following her instructions, unscrewing the mouthpiece from the bottle so he could pour the water over the sand more than a few drops at a time. He stopped at her last statement though and gave her a blank, confused look. "What's a...per...per...imeter?" Fleur rolled the word around on his tongue, confused. It was a difficult word for him since he was still just a toddler, but he was eager to expand his vocabulary at any opportunity. Del " It's the outside of something like the the other side of the wood that holds the sand in here is the perimiter of the sandbox. My daddy told me about thisa longt time ago It's important for his job and strong castles but not all the time. The dolphin girl sincerely hoped she wasn't showing off or anything she had a tendency to let words run unchecked from her mouth. Fleur "Oh! Like a playpen?" Fleur perked up at this new knowledge. He did not seem to mind Del's showing off at all - in fact, his ears twitched as he gazed up at her. The more he stayed with her, the more fascinated he became. She was smart as well as nice.
After a moment though, he turned his attention back to wetting the sand, letting Del show him how to begin since she seemed much more experienced than he. Del Del watched the water turn the light gold sand a dark brown much like freshly tilled dirt found in a garden. Waving her tail over the sand she made sure as much sand as possible got some water. " Ok let's begin with the wall around the castle. "
Deciding at this point wet and cold hands couldn't kill her Del dug into the sand then proceeded to squish her hands togeather forming a small compact wall of sand a bit smaller than her hands. "Just do that, we make a square around where our castle will be., it looks messy at first but once it's made you can fix it." Fleur Fleur listened intently and did his best to mimic Del's movements, patting the sand into place. His squares were a little lopsided, but it was not as bad as it could be for one so young. For once, Fleur did not really care how inadequate it was - it looked as if he was getting the same enjoyment from the sand as Del though at least his fur protected his hands from the cold water. "Like that?" Del "Yep just like that you learn fast" Del was impressed the shy little boy was playing nice and even asking for her thoughts on his handiwork, this was surely a good omen for her superhero powers, she could bring out the best in people and they looked to her for advice. Taking some dry sand and patted it onto the outside of the wall " This makes it look pretty and soaks up the extra watyer so it's not too soft." Del had learned the hard way several times at the beach that even on a hot day a too soft sandcastle fell easily apart during it's last stages. Fleur "Okay!" Fleur followed her example, very pleased she liked how he was doing so far. Praise was not unheard of, but it was nice to receive it from someone other than Stevie for a change, especially someone he had just met.
He finished patting a little dry sand onto the wall and carefully started trying to make a tower. He was only going off of what he had seen in pictures, and he was quite sure towers were part of a typical sand castle. Del Del smiled as fleur stopped following her lead and began designing on his own whims. It was nice to be looked up to but also good to see that the skunk boy had has own thoughts on how things should be.
Grabbing her twig from earlier Del began carving into her wall to make it look like bricks or stone. Her fussyness with details made Del take more time in some aspects but The overall results made her much happier, obviously she too had her own style and thoughts on how castle building could go. Fleur Once his tower was finished, albeit a little unstable and leaning not unlike the Tower of Pisa, he started trying to make little windows in it though he stopped when he noticed that was just making it further unstable. Frowning at it, Fleur tried to make another, better tower, quickly learning from the mistakes he made with the first one. The new tower still was not extraordinarily stable, but it was better than the original. Del Finishing up her wall Dell Began to work on her castle, it was going to be a pyramid castle because pyramids were interesting or so the t.v show had said. Of course t.v thought a lot of things were interesting and Del didn't always agree with it, most of the time but not always. "If you could live in a castle what sort of castle would it be?" Del asked fleur hoping she wasn't distracting him. Fleur Fleur twitched his ears and thought about that. The only castles he knew of were those out of the picture books and fairy tales Stevie and Chrysler read to him though the castle Del was building certainly looked interesting as well as very different from the pictures he had seen. "M-Maybe one like in Bah's picture books..?" he answered. "Big towers and a moat with a dragon in it!" He was still working on making a stable tower, but the second was turning out much better than the first. He only wished he had a little flat go stick into the top. Del "Crocodiles are supposed to go in moats not dragon's silly." All T.V shows showed crocodiles lived in castle moats. " It sounds like a fun castle to live in though." Del wondered briefly if superheroes got to live in castles. Fleur "A dragon would be neater though!" Fleur stated with a nod. That was his belief, and he was sticking with it, if only because he had not quite learned exactly what a crocodile was just yet. "What kind of castle would you like to live in?" he asked while turning his attention back to his tower, the first one having suffered a sad death by crumbling. Now that he had a better idea of how to make it, he could rebuild it. Del "A marble one that was really strong with four high towers and a big back garden and a courtyard. There be lots of people everywhere and servants but they'd be like family and everyone would work together and the castle would be where everything important happned and it would always be a safe place." At least Del figured that was what her perfect castle to live in would be like, there was probably stuff she was forgetting but that's just how she was. Fleur "I think I'd want a big garden in mine too," Fleur mused, patting the sand quietly. "A big, big one with lots of flowers and other things that smelled nicer than me. Dunno 'bout people though. Bah's the only one who likes to stay around me." Even now he was worried his perfume was beginning to wear off, a constant worry drilled into his subconscious by Stevie, but he was afraid it would be rude to just dig the bottle out of his bag and reapply it in front of Del. Del Del had no clue about the problem Fleur was facing, breathing through a blow hole instead of a nose she only got the faintest of sents from even the strongest of things. She smelled the boys perfume but not that much. Her sense of smell was truly only keen under water. "I don't think you smell bad at all" she offered." Fleur Fleur blinked stupidly at her for a brief moment, his expression nearly shell shocked. "I...don't?" Since he had not learned yet about dolphins and how they were supposed to live in water, he had no idea Del could not truly smell him and instead thought maybe the perfume had not yet begun to wear off yet. "Bah says I do if I don't wear my perfume." He pulled the bottle out of his bag to show her. It was a very pretty crystal bottle with a long tube with a bubble at the end to squeeze and spray the perfume inside. Del Del just shook her head " I smell the perfume but just a bit, " She frowned " I don't smell as good as most people do. Not that it matters becuase no one should judge you on how you smell. iIf they did that's.." Del was lost for words there for a moment " Predjudice and it's wrong and if anyone ever says mean stuff to you when I'm here I'll stop them." Good superheros did not let their friends get made fun of especially for stupid reasons. They may have just met but Fleur shared similar interests in castles and gardens and was a nice boy. Thus they were friends and he was to be defended. Fleur "Oh..." Fleur thought about that for a moment. "Bah's eyes water if I don't wear the perfume." He frowned upon thinking of that. "They do if I put on too much too though..." He was slowly learning the proper amount to keep on, but after a while, his nose became accustomed to the scent, and he could not tell if it was wearing off or not. "I just know it's not a nice smell, so I wear the perfume because it smells better." Del Calming down Del nodded and swished her tail back and forth in thought, she was carefull to keep it clear or the castles. " I guess it wouldn't be nice to smell bad when you didn't want to and make people's eyes water. But it's not your fault and it's good of you to wear the perfume, it is a nice one" She offered. Del didn't smell much perfume often but she did know of a few that she'd disliked for being to strong even for her. Fleur Fleur watched her tail as she talked, still fascinated by how she could sway it from side to side and by how strong it looked. He could only move his own tail up and down most of the time - trying to move it side to side felt awkward and sometimes uncomfortable.
"The apple smell gets boring sometimes," he muttered, still watching Del's tail. "Bah said something about maybe getting me some different ones for Christmas." Fleur frowned remembering that and remembering that he was not quite certain what it meant. "What is Christmas?" Del Continuing to drag her tail across the sand Del began clearing away a hole with it The darker sand that was under the top layer was cool and had the same sticky properties as sand that had water on it. Scooping some up she began to reinforce her walls which werelooking a bit crumbly. "Christmas is a holiday for giving presents becuase some special person was born a long time ago and everyone gave him presents." She informed the boy. Fleur "Ohh..." Fleur blinked at that prospect. "Bah's getting me something...should I get her something too?" He had no idea what to get her though. Or how. He was vaguely aware that gifts cost money, but the whole concept was still foreign. "But how?" Fleur drooped, staring at his sand castle as if it held the answer somewhere in its lopsided, windowless towers. Del " You could make her something, colour her a picture m it's the thought that's important not what you get someone." Del wasn't buying her family presents , she was making them all little clay figures that represented them to her. Fleur Fleur perked up at that idea. "I love coloring! I have a few coloring books in my bag." That seemed like a good idea, and Stevie liked to pin his colored pictures on the walls of his room. "Maybe I could draw her something instead of just coloring." Del Del nodded. "That sounds like a good idea," she smiled happy to have helped. Her stomach began to rumble and she blushed at the sound. "Um I guess I should get going, my stomach is saying tunaaaa tunaaa." She said her voice getting strange at the end as she tried to mimic a talking stomach. Fleur Fleur blinked then blushed under his black fur when his stomach mimicked the noise as if agreeing with Del's. "Me too." He gave her a shy smile. "Maybe we can make sand castles again sometime?" He certainly hoped he could meet her again soon. Del Del nodded standing and brushing the sand that had collected on her off. She dug into her her pocked and pulled out a card her father had made just for these occasions. It had their phone number on it and acceptable calling times to arrange play dates. She held out the card " I'd love to make castles with you again, maybe when the snow falls we can make snow castles all white and sparkly." Fleur Fleur politely accepted the card though he had no idea what it was for - he figured Stevie could figure that out with him. "Okay!" Fleur smiled up at her as he too stood to shake sand out of his fur, a feat which was much more difficult for him than it seemed to be for Del. Fleur put the card into his bag, making sure everything was situated so it would not fall out - or break in the case of his perfume bottle, then waved goodbye to Del one more time before happily trotting back to Stevie.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 10:43 am
Bah tlod told me to praktis practise practice spelling and teyepign typing so she told me to rite write about krismas chrismas cristmas Christmas
i I got a pretty ball frum from Del and a lot of little aminales animals
Metal chirps and rides on my tale tail and shown shon Schön (fixed by Stevie because it's hopeless) likes to chu chew on my hare hair and posy Posie likes to sleep and seel Seale makes nice noises I think Bah called it puring pureing purring
there's a big tree at the buttum bottom floor with lots of shiney shiny things on it and it had a lot of bockses boxes under it beefour before Monday when krysslur Chrysler (again, hopeless) pulled them out and we ohpend opened them
I got a lot of stuffed dragons I hope mine luks looks like one of them
- Fleur
Stevie's addendum: I stood behind him and helped him with his spelling, but I had to fix a lot of it myself. Punctuation lessons will come...later. gonk At least he learns fast.
He asked me to take pictures of all the plushies he got and put them here in his diary, so I'll put them here instead of the first page so it won't bog down the first page so much. He said he might name each one of them (wtf), so I'll let him add those himself as he thinks of names.
- Stevie
All dragons copyright Grey Dragon of Dark Turret Dragons and were paid for in full by my main account Taerar Licorne (formerly [ Pharaoh ]) - go buy your own and don't steal mine
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 3:44 pm
 He's been assigned his dragon - a silver, apparently. I don't know much about dragons, so I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
...okay, I don't know ANYTHING about dragons. I know things I can take apart and see how they work. Supposedly, this is an ice dragon? He wasn't making much sense when he came back from that...that...egg visitation thing they made me take him to. Honestly, I'll stick with what I know - nuts and bolts.
...he's growing so fast. I like the kid now, and it's kind of sad that I wouldn't let myself enjoy him a little longer while he was little. He's so sweet, it's just a pity he's so scared of so many things. He met another kid at the zoo, but he's still terrified of socializing. I need to get him out more, maybe to Barton for a while. Show him that socializing ain't so bad.
But first...grocery run.
- Stevie
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 7:36 pm
Chrysler looked up from where she was curled up in her chair watching the television and cast a perturbed glance in Fleur's direction. The constant clinking and clicking together of his metal sticks - she knew there was a proper name for them, but exactly what it was she did not care - was grating on her nerves. However, she did not tell him to quit it just yet - after all, he seemed to be very happy for some ungodly reason.
How anyone could get such great enjoyment out of knitting, Chrysler had no idea. It seemed deadly boring to her, but Fleur seemed to be absurdly pleased with himself regardless of the fact that what he claimed to be a sweater for his dragon looked more like a tube sock only fit to keep a snake warm if it kept anything warm at all.
"Why don't you do that in your room?" Chrysler finally asked when the clicking finally wore her nerve thin. The clicking mercifully stopped though only because Fleur was blinking cluelessly at her.
"It's warmer in here," he answered then went right back to knitting as if that one statement answered everything. Chrysler sighed in defeat and turned up the volume on the television, enduring the noise for a little longer.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 7:37 pm
"Um..." Fleur drawled, squinting into the immensely strange device on his face. "I think it...looks like a...M?" He blinked over at the human next to him as the contraption was removed from his face, confused. The doctor simply nodded and wrote something on his pile of papers.
"Your eyesight isn't as bad as it could be," he stated, turning around in his swivel chair to face Stevie. "He needs glasses to read - that's all. The eyesight is probably because skunks naturally have tunnel vision."
"You don't think it will get worse as he gets older?" Stevie asked between gulps of Dr. Pepper, the straw permanently in her mouth.
The opthamologist shrugged as he answered, "It might - his eyes are still growing and will continue to until he's around twenty years old, but even if they do, it will only mean he'll have to wear glasses all the time rather than just to read." Stevie nodded, understanding. Her own eyes were like that - she had to wear her glasses all the time or she could not see two inches in front of her face. "I'll send in the order, and the lenses should be ready in about two hours."
"Alright." Taking Fleur's hand and helping him hop down from the chair, Stevie guided him out of the room. "Let's go find some cute frames, Foofy."
"Frames...?" Fleur repeated, blinking up at her curiously. Stevie released her grip on his hand - her other hand was holding her Dr. Pepper mug, and releasing that was simply not possible - long enough to tap her own glasses.
"These," she answered. "They hold the lenses in front of your eyes." Stevie took his hand again and took another sip of her Dr. Pepper, thinking aloud around the straw. "We should probably get some with flexi-springs so we won't have to replace them before too long." She clarified at Fleur's curious glance. "Some frames have springs in the hinges so that they can be stretched backwards. This way, your head won't outgrow them too fast."
Fleur perked his ears up, intrigued, then glanced away from her and stared at the walls filled with nothing but glasses frames which he had not even noticed when they first entered the opthamologist's office. "Do I just take them down?" he asked, wanting to make sure it was okay.
"Yep," Stevie answered, giving the little skunk a small smile. He was so cute sometimes, never wanting to offend anyone or do anything which would not meet someone's approval. "Take down the ones you like most, put them on, and look in a mirror. Keep in mind though that you don't have to wear these all the time - just to read for now." She was careful not to emphasize the "for now" though considering how his eyesight was going downhill, she decided he probably would need them all the time before too much longer. She guestimated "twenty years old" in Fleur's lifespan was probably in just a few months if how fast he was growing was any indication, a year at most.
She worried at first that the frames would not even stay in place since his ears were on top of his head rather than on the side, but the pairs he was trying on were staying in place somehow, perhaps by virtue of the fur all over him. However, not specifying certain designs proved to be a big mistake, and Stevie let out a martyred sigh when she noticed Fleur was looking at his reflection wearing a set of purple plastic frames with piano keys around the lenses.
"Foofy..." Stevie sighed, unable to keep from grinning. "You don't even play the piano. Find some a little more...normal."
Fleur actually drooped at that request, but he put those frames back and found some a little more tame - metal frames with carvings of doves along the arms of the frames. The metal itself was still purple, and the lenses were huge and reminded Stevie of owl eyes, but it was an improvement over piano keys.
"Here, try these," she offered, handing him a pair of blueish purple, metal frames, the lenses just a little bigger than his eyes. When Fleur had them settled on his face, he beamed and waved his tail up and down happily. "Like?" Stevie asked, grinning when he nodded vigorously. "Alright then! I'll leave them with the doctor so he can put your new lenses in them when they're finished. What do you want to do while they're being made?"
"Um..." Fleur muttered, thinking about that for a moment before he answered with a smile. "Can we go see a movie?" Stevie nodded and, after leaving the frames with the secretary, guided her little one out of the office.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 7:42 pm
Play Date #3: Babysitter For Hire! (mostly Ligeia)Fleur Stevie poked her head into the room, dragging Fleur behind her who seemed to be frozen like a deer in front of a car. She desperately needed to go shopping for parts for her newest project and could not leave Fleur with Chrysler since she needed Chrysler with her, so the sign offering a babysitter was a godsend. "Are you still taking kids?"
Fleur clinged to her leg, blue eyes wide and staring around the room as he tried to hug himself with his tail at the same time, his knees quaking. His perfume was freshly applied though not overwhelmingly so, but as he came to the realization that Stevie was leaving him here, the only thing he could do was cling and chant to himself, Don't spray don't spray don't spray don't spray don't spray don't... Remainder Play Date is open to anyone - remaining responses are here
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:06 pm
Play Date #4: Nothing Better Than A Sugar High! (Valens)Valens The horse boy was stuck to the window starring through the glass at the contents within the store, sugar... no not just sugar there was candy in there! A ton of candy! He had to have it! He shifted back and forth his feet making a clickclickclick sound as he did so, the sound of his hooves against the cement ground in front of the place. He looked back and forth a moment his long tail swishing before he flicked his ears. He wondered where his parents went. Oh well he was sure that they would catch up. He never once considered that it was he himself that was lost, how could he be lost after all when he knew exactly where he was! He moved over to the door and pushed against it, opening it up and slipped inside so that he could look around at the loots that could be had. He knew that he had to have money to get the stuff, he had moneys in his pocket. He walked over to the counter to look at the woman that was on the other side. He tilted his head to the side, "Excuse me! How much candies can I get for this money?" He asked laying the bill on the counter in front of him. The woman tilted her head to the side after looking at it, "Quite a bit you have ten dollars there." She said, giving a him a grin. "Yay!" He whinnied happily then went clip clopping off to pick out what it was that he wanted, money left behind with the woman. She looked down at it then moved it away saftely and followed after him, curiously. Was the boy here alone? She couldn't exactly gauge his age he was rather large but he had a younger attitude so she found herself looking outside through the window to see if the boy's parents were about. Nobody out there that looked horselike... hrm... Fleur Fleur had his snout pressed against the glass as well, his broad tail swaying up and down slowly in thought as he patiently awaited Chrysler who was on a cell phone with Stevie. He had no idea what they were talking about but knew he was not to leave Chrysler's side until she was finished. It was still rather odd obeying the barely-four-feet-tall fox android like he would an adult, especially since Fleur himself had already outgrown her by two inches, but he was a very obedient boy, always willing to please.
"Alright," Chrysler said, and Fleur's ears tilted back to listen though his eyes never left the rows upon rows of candy inside the store. "The freak said you can get some candy since you've been so well-behaved - one whole bag." Fleur's blue eyes brightened, and he resisted the urge to squeak happily. He knew how big those bags were and imagined how full he could get one. Chrysler just rolled her eyes and batted at his tail as it threatened to land on her head on another downward sway. "Just don't get anything messy," she cautioned. "Your fur is a b***h to clean sugar goo out of."
"Okay!" Fleur happily agreed - he preferred gummies anyway, and those were the least messy candy of all. He happily bounced into the store, Chrysler following more slowly and remaining by the door to wait for him to finish. Valens Valens was clip-clopping his way up and down the aisles, looking for the perfect candy that just called his name and begged: Take me home with you. It took him a while but there it was, sitting in a bin in a large amounts. Apple shaped candies! He never thought that two of his favorite things apples and candy could become one but he had been proven wrong now hadn't he? He clicked forward to get a plastic bag down and started to scoop the apples into the bag, when he had a good amount he tied the back up and turned as he heard the sound of the opening door. He expected to see his parents standing there, having followed him to where he was as he had no doubt in his mind they would know exactly where he was but instead he found another kid standing there. He flicked his ears back and forth a moment and the candy's appeal started to wane as the interested of his quickly moving mind moved over to this new comer. He seemed more interesting then candy since Valens already had the bag of it that he wanted, "Hello!" He whinned excitedly to Fleur after moving closer to him. Fleur Fleur squeaked and blinked several times at Valens, caught completely off guard. He had not seen him in the store earlier through the window and thought it was empty. Now, the candy was less important than hugging himself with his tail and wishing he had not been noticed.
"U-Um...h-hello," Fleur stammered, his tail wrapping tightly around himself. He was wearing his apple perfume today, and while it was not nearly as strong as he usually wore it, it was still obvious. "I-I'm F-Fleur..." Valens "Faler? Philer? Fle... ar? Phil... Ah! I will call you Phil." He said nodding, it wasn't that he was a horribly rude creature it would just seem that he couldn't wrap his tongue around the name so he would instead shorten it so he could. He didn't seem to notice though that maybe assigning a nickname could be a bad thing as he instead moved on to introducing himself, "I'm Valens!" His long tail swish back and forth as he gave the other child a bright grin. Valens' ears flicked back and forth and after taking a step closer the scent of apples him him. The horse boy paused and gave a snorting sound before he started to sniff at the air, "Hrm? Do you smell that?" He asked, he sniffed at the bag of candy he held first wondering if it were the apples shaped candies, nope... they smelled good but not as yummy, "Hmmm... what is that? Smells good." Where were the apples at? He followed the scent and instead of finding himself walking towards any displace he was walking towards Fleur instead. Was it the other boy that was apple flavored? Fleur Phil...?
Fleur started to say something else but instead found his attention completely captured by Valens' tail, staring at it intently. He had never seen a tail like that before, and he had surveyed many tails already - some were a lot alike such as Caden's and Sahra's although different in coloration, but Valens' looked like it was all hair! Where was the actual tail part? There must have been one or else how could it move?
Shocked back to reality when Valens moved, Fleur blinked at him confused and asked, "Smell what?" He first panicked, wondering if his perfume had worn off, but he relaxed again when he wondered if that was what Valens was smelling. "Oh...my perfume? It smells like apples." Valens If Valens noticed the attention given his tail he didn't comment on it or seemed bothered by it, not when he thought it was the best tail ever! Well aside from when his mother was able to pin him down and braid it, today hadn't been one of those days so his tail and hair both were down loose around him. He'd won the battle of wills and running like hell! "Perfume?" He asked then nodded, stepping closer and closer almost standing on Fleur as he sniffed at him again then grinned brightly, "Ah! It is Phil that smells good." He said, tail swishing once more, "Smells like apples, I love apples!" The horse was quite excited over the fact that there was a child that smelled of his most favorite food ever! Fleur Fleur stumbled back a step only to end up pressed against a wall of candy, blinking uncertainly at Valens. "Um...I like them too," he offered, feeling it was rather a stupid thing to say, but he was at a loss right now. "Th-Though I like pineapple more."
Speaking of which - gummies! Fleur glanced over his shoulder and perked his ears up when he noticed he had been pressed right up against the gummi section of the candy store. How perfect was that? And he was right next to the pineapple gummies no less - even better! Momentarily forgetting his nervousness thanks to his uncanny ability to be so easily distracted, Fleur snatched a bag from nearby and set to filling it with the wonderful pineapple squishies.
Half the bag now containing the off-white treasure, Fleur turned back to Valens and asked, now more curious than nervous, "What are you?" He still needed to figure out a better way to ask that. "I'm a spotted skunk." He hated it, but he was what he was even if it was not a "proper" skunk which was striped instead of spotted. Valens Valens looked rather interested in this new thing that Fleur was telling him about, "What is a pine-apple?" He asked. He knew of apples and he knew of pine trees was it some sort of mix between the two of them? He shifted back and forth on his hooves, he was sure what he thought of that idea. Pine trees smelled good but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to eat one... He clicked along after the other boy, looking down at what it was that he was getting candy wise then showed off what he had gotten, "They have candies shaped like apples." He said, quite proud of the find. His ears turned forward at the question asked of him then flicked, "What am I? Ah! I am a Clydesdale!" He said, stomping a foot and sound quite proud of himself and his breed. After all how could one not love being something that was on TV all the time? He wanted to be a Budweiser Clydesdale when he grew up! They were soooo cool! So lucky! They were TV stars! The word Clydesdale might not fully explain what he was but Valens didn't know that, already moving along, "A skunk huh? What do skunks do for fun?" Fleur "A pineapple?" Fleur repeated, frowning as he tried to think of how to explain it. "It's this...big, brown, prickly fruit with big, spiky, green leaves." He raised his hands to make a gesture of the approximate size of one. "The inside is really bright yellow, and it's really sweet. It doesn't taste much like an apple though."
Speaking of apples, he blinked at the apple candies in Valens' sack. "Those don't taste much like apples either," Fleur stated. He had tried them before. "A little, but these taste a lot better and more like apples." Fleur took a step to the left and pointed at a bin filled with what looked like green worms - gummi worms, to be exact! "There's those and the dusty ones next to them - the dusty ones are really sour."
Finally registering Valens' other comment, Fleur rolled the word on his tongue, "Cly...Clyde's Dale? Who's Clyde and what's a dale?" Valens Valens got the mental image of a pinapple and blinked a couple of times, they sounded rather dangerous cover in prickles and spikes, must be a pain to get into which meant they just HAD to taste good, "I see." He mused, they were like coconuts in that aspect he decided. The horse boy's attention turned to look at the two sets of worms that were pointed out to him, those tasted more like apples then the things tha the had picked out? How could that be the ones he picked were shaped like apples! Wow... candy was just plain confusing wasn't it? He moved over to get another bag and scooped some of the apple worms into the bag, "Thanks, will get these too." He said smiling his thanks to Fleur. Yep, he wasn't gonna sleep for a week. "Clydesdale is a draft horse! A BIG horse!" He said, "I don't exactly know draft though, I think... its like football. You know how all the BIG guys get drafted into that? Well I think BIG horses get drafted to be Clydesdale. That means I'm gonna be BIG." He held his arms stretched out over his head, pushing up to the tips of his hooves to try to be taller. Fleur "Oh...do all horses have a tail like that?" Fleur asked innocently, his attention once again falling on Valens' tail. It was so strange yet so...intriguing. Nothing but hair! And it looked soft and flexible like Stevie's hair which she had been teaching Fleur how to braid.
Barely taking his eyes off Valens' tail, Fleur set to filling up his bag further - he still had half the bag to go! What else could he get that was not messy...aha! Peanut butter cups! Valens Valens looked over his shoulder and swished his tail back and forth before nodding, "I think so. All of the horse I've seen before have at least." Ok so all of the horses he had seen before were ones he'd seen in books or on TV so they weren't up close but he was pretty sure they were the same thing, "Normally its not allowed to be loose like this, Mom normally ties it back so it 'stays neat'." It took far to long though to get his tail and hair braided so he instead attempted to get out of it by running like hell, for the most part his mother got tired long before he did. Fleur "Ohh," Fleur muttered in response, watching Valens' tail swish and resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of what else they could talk about while they were already here. "Do you know what kind of dragon you'll be getting?" he finally asked after judging that Valens was about his same age - that seemed to mean he should have already gotten his egg or at least would soon get it. "I'm getting a silver one though I don't know why." He was still confused about that - what was so special about him that he deserved one of those wonderful animals? Valens Valens gave a squeak, then a double squeak, "Really!? Your getting a silver dragon too! That is soooooo awesome!" He said bouncing back and forth on his hooves, "I can't wait to see my dragon! Its is gonna be the best!" Valens' own excitement was made tenfold more by his parents who were excited to see a real, live dragon in person. The idea that their son was going to take care of it and train with it interested them as well being ex-mages, "We have to let our dragons meet!" He said, tail swishing wildly now, "You know since both are Silvers." Fleur Fleur flinched slightly at Valens' outburst but blinked when he registered what the horse boy was saying. "Do you have any idea what it'll look like?" the skunk had to ask. "I don't have a clue...I've been making a sweater for it, but I don't know how big to make it." He sounded a little embarrassed at knowing so little about his dragon despite the egg tour. Granted, even during the egg tour, all he could see was the very top of the egg, and what he saw looked like nothing more than a giant ball berring. Valens "I think that they have big mohawks but aside from that..." He shook his head, "I am not exactly sure. I know that they are called Silver and are silver colored." Aside from that he didn't know much about them but he would learn once the baby hatched out right? Wait a second... "You can make sweaters?" He asked of the skunk child his line of thought getting a bit distracted from the dragons to the idea that someone Fleur's age could make sweaters. Wow... he felt a bit behind. Maybe he could get Fleur to make his dragon something? A hat or scarf? What if it warmed up before the dragon hatched though? Ah well. "What else can you make?" Fleur Fleur blushed a little though it was only visible under the white V on his nose. "Um...sort of..." he muttered in response, embarrassed. "It looks more like a tube sock right now...but I'm getting better at knitting!" He gave Valens a shy smile, not used to talking about himself and his hobbies. "I'm hoping it will look better when the dragon hatches though I hope it's not too little." Valens "Ahhh! I see." He murmured then nodded his approval, that was cool, "Even if you are new at it that didn't mean anything it just means need of 'disapline and practice'... or so my father tells me. Often." His father was much more strict when it came to well... everything then his mother was. She was the one that cuddled and snuggled on him, did his hair, helped him pick out clothing, all of the fun mommy stuff. "When your better at stuff will you make me something?" He asked, curiously. He wanted something knitted! Fleur Fleur blinked in surprise at that and tilted his head. Valens really wanted him to make something for him? Fleur loved giving presents, so that thought elated him. "S-Sure! What would you want?" He thought back to the books Chrysler had helped him buy at the bookstore. "I can try making...uh...scarves, sweaters, hats, and gloves." It was getting a little warm for that, but just the thought that Valens wanted him to made the weather not matter. Valens Valens seemed to be thinking on it for a while, tail swishing before he gave a smile, "A hat, one with ears holes if you could do that?" He asked, "Like one of those colorful hats the guys on skateboards wear. That would be cool!" He shifted back and forth on his hooves, clicking in an excited way, "And in exchange I will... get something for you." He wasn't sure what yet since he didn't knit but he would figure something out! Fleur Fleur squinted, thinking about that. He thought he knew what Valens meant, but he would have to ask Chrysler to be sure. He blinked at Valens' other comment though and blushed again. "Y-You don't have to," he responded. "I like making stuff for other people." He blushed a little brighter admitting that. He loved knitting, and if it was for someone other than himself, that was even better. Valens "Don't mind. Will figure something out for Phil." He said, nodding his head. He would have to think on it was all. What to get for the other boy... his ears were flicking forwards and backwards. There was the sound of the door opening up again that caught Valens attention though, he looked over at the door and smile, "Momma!" He said, lifting up a hand to wave wildly at her. Lamiah looked over at where she heard the voice from, eyes going wide then she gave a sighing sound of relief, "Valens! I have been looking all over for you." She said, walking over to the boy and knelt down to wrap her arm around her boy, glad that she had found him. She'd been so panicked when she turned around and found the boy missing. "I've been here with my new friend." He squirmed free of the hug to motion to Fleur, "This is Phil, Phil this is my Mom." "Its nice to meet you." She said, smiling at the boy she had been introduced too. Fleur Fleur meekly waved to Valens' mother, clutching his bag of candy to his chest as his tail twitched nervously. "F-Fleur," he corrected if only so the lady would know his real name. He did not mind Valens calling him Phil, but he did not think it would be good to let it spread lest it confuse anyone. Fleur motioned to Chrysler who had not budged from leaning against the edge of the door to the candy shop. "Th-That's Chrysler."Chrysler opened one yellow eye and twitched her tail, looking terribly bored. "I'm his aunt, so to speak," she muttered. She almost looked as if she could be from D-Corp herself using silver fox DNA, but she did not sound like a child.
"B-Bah made her," Fleur stammered nervously. "She's a robot." Fleur found Stevie's line of work fascinated and could not wait until he was old enough to start learning machinery and robotics from her.
Valens Lamiah smiled, "Fleur, thank you for keeping Valens occupied so that I could catch up with him. Its hard to do that for the most part unless something catches his attention." She said, giggling a little. Now that she knew the boy was safe she could relax and be happy once again. She looked over and nodded her head to Chrysler, "Its a pleasure to meet you as well Miss Chrysler." Her eyes widened a bit, a robot? She looked so very real so it was a little hard to tell that the woman was anything but real, reminding her of Valens and the other children she had seen that had animal DNA in them, "Thats... amazing!" Valens looked over at Chrysler as if seeing her for the first time, he had been talking with Fleur so he'd not exactly noticed anyone else around since his attention seemed solely on the skunk child. He gave Chrysler a wave so as not to seem rude then looked to his mother, "Phil knits! Hes gonna make me something!" He told her excitedly. Fleur Chrysler gave Lamiah a fang-filled, humorless grin as she retorted, "You wouldn't think so if you knew how much the moron screwed up when she made me. I was supposed to be a toaster."
"She can breathe fire!" Fleur blurted with sudden energy, and Chrysler snorted a puff of smoke as if to prove his claim. The skunk boy thought that was amazing - Chrysler could breathe fire just like a dragon! Maybe his dragon could do the same? Fleur blushed again when he heard Valens mention his knitting. "I-I'm not very good yet...b-but I'm getting better!" Valens Lamiah blinked a couple times, looking completely dumbfounded. Someone could make a robot with this sort of intelligence while attempt to make something as simple as a toaster? That was rather mind boogling to say the very least. Valens was easily impressed a fire breathing toaster woman?! Awesome, "Can you still make toast?" He asked, curious as since that was she was supposed to become if she had that function. His mind running on the track that odd question had come from was distracted though at Fleur's words. "Its gonna be a colorful hat!" He said, flailing his arms excitely, so much so he almost lost his bag of candy so Lamiah caught hold of it and took it from him. Better that then a bunch of candy thrown all over the store... "Thats very sweet of you Fleur, thank you for being so generous to Valens." She said, giving him a smile. She was in fact quite happy that Valens had seemed to do so well with the other boy. Truely the little colt needed to make more friends instead of spending so much time with LaVey and herself. Fleur Chrysler favored Valens with a blank look before answering, "Only if you want it burnt to a crisp. Or sopping with with drool." It was true she could make ordinary toast by holding it between her fangs and breathing on it, but she only did that for toast she was going to eat herself as she tended to drool on it in the process. Otherwise, she had to just roast it outside her mouth where she could not control the heat and flames enough to render the bread still edible.
"I-I'm still learning though," Fleur stammered nervously, shuffling his feet as he stared down at them. "I have some books on hats, b-but I haven't made one yet."
"His attempt at a sweater for his dragon looks more like a tube sock," Chrysler added which made Fleur droop even though it was true.
Valens Valens seemed quite thoughtful then, as if he were ready, willing, and able to sacrifice some unsuspecting bread to see the woman burn it to a crisp and drool on it. He looked around himself real fast a little disapointed that the store held only candy. No chance of there being bread here that could be experimented on. "Ahh. I see, well we were all beginers at some point in our lives." Lamiah said, "Ah! I can remember the first time I attempted some of my favorite hobbies, it was... messy to say the least. Cooking especially." She couldn't help but giggle as she thought of some of her first attempts at cooking and of poor LaVey that choked the food down and complimented it. Valens started to bounce back and forth on his hooves, "It will be a great hat!" He said, obviously he had no idea of how hard knitting could be and or didn't understand that Fleur was just begining. He wanted a hat and he was sure that Fleur could do it! "Wanna go pay for our candy now?" He asked of the skunk child. Fleur Fleur nodded to Valens; he had finished filling up his bag while the horse boy was talking to Lamiah and Chrysler. Chrysler handed Fleur the money to pay for it and stayed by the door. Before he finished paying for his own candy, Fleur grabbed a stick of cheap rock candy and bought it as well, bouncing over to Chrysler and sticking it in her mouth.
"What the hell?" Chrysler demanded around the sugar. Fleur only grinned, and Chrysler sighed, getting the idea. She balanced the candy on her tongue and turned her head away from everyone else so as not to singe them before exhaling forcefully, flames licking out from her throat, over her fangs, and melting the rock candy to a puddle of caramel-esque goop, its wooden stick incenerated in the process.
Fleur squealed and bounced from one foot to the other repeatedly. He never grew tired of watching her do that.
Valens Valens was surprised when the woman gave him back some of the money that he had given her for the candy. His 'change' he was told, he looked it over before pocketing it not about to complain, it menat that he got more candy later! He watched as Fleur brought the candy over to Chrysler and turned his ears forward, what was he doing? The horse boy gave a squeak of surprise as sudden the candy was no longer candy and instead goo. His dark eyes went wide then he gave a squeal and a cheer, "WOW! That was SO cool!" He said trotting closer to Chrysler to get a better look at the remains of the candy and giggled more. Lamiah's eyes went wide in surprise at the what the smaller woman did, then gave a bit of a smile that was quite impressive... She looked over at Valens, who was digging into the candy that he had bought himself. She gave a little wince, "He's not going to sleep for a week." She murmured. Fleur "Isn't it?" Fleur squealed again in agreement with Valens, bouncing a little more. Chrysler merely shook her head with a small sigh. She supposed she should be a little embarrassed by such impressed reactions, but she was not - she could not be. Embarrassment was an emotion she was incapable of experiencing thanks to a glitch in her programming.
Taking the change back from Fleur, Chrysler tugged on one if his ears and said, "As much fun as this has been, we'd best get going. The freak needs me to help her with her latest project." "The freak" was what she called Stevie - certainly not the most respectable nickname she could have for her creator, but she always called her that.
"Okay," Fleur responded, a little disappointed to have to leave his new friend so soon, but Chrysler had a point. The skunk boy turned back to Valens. "Let's meet again soon!" He'd love to get his hands on the other boy's wonderfully unique tail, maybe brush it or braid it.
Valens Valens nodded his head rapidly, "Yes! Lets play again." He agreed wholeheartly, he looked forward to seeing Fleur again he was nice! He couldn't wait until they both had their Silvers. The horse boy trotted over to his mother to take her hand, "Phil is nice!" He waved to other boy since it would seem that they both had to be going, he wondered for a moment where his father was at as he hadn't come in the shop with mom but the thought was fleeing, the man wasn't the best for going into places where there were lots of people so he was no doubt hiding out somewhere quiet. "Come on Valens, time to go find the grouch." His mother said as if reading his mind, "It was nice to meet you both Fleur, Miss Chrysler." She said nodding her head to them politely then lead her little horse boy out of the shop to find LaVey.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:19 pm
Play Date #5: What's That Thing? And That? (Sahra)Sahra “What are those things over there, Mum? They look all screwed up...” No really, what in the world were they? They look like giant hamsters! Sahra tilted her head to one side, looking at the creature from each angle and perspective that she could manage. Which meant zooming from one viewing area to the next, al around, and back again.
“Figure it out.” Sighing from irritation, a woman with fierce blue eyes nearly glared at the girl; how could she not know? It was so simple it almost made her laugh, but she held back her temptation; she was her daughter after all, laughing at her wouldn’t be a very motherly act. Her black and white ears flicked, as if a pest swarmed about her feline appendages. She sported black slacks, leather boots and a leather corsair over a white blouse.
“But Mum, come on! I have no idea.” She hissed in frustration, nearly tripping over her partner, Ephrem, who was speeding about beside her. “Watch it Re! What are you trying to do, trip me?” She huffed, regaining her balance quickly, patting the dragon on the head, and finally deciding to stop. Lounging beside her mother, the cheetah flinched impatiently, awaiting a final answer.
“Read the sign, Srra?” Ephrem suggested, constricting himself upward like a snake, until he looked her eye-to-eye. His gray eyes glittered with innocence, showing for once, he had no sarcasm behind his remarks.
“Oh...” Sahra nearly blushed, luckily for her, though, she was furred thickly enough that it didn’t really show through. She hid her face anyways, burying her eyes into the wool of her low riding olive colored sweater. “Um, right, I knew that.” She mumbled, embarrassed, this certainly wasn’t the first time she had overlooked an obvious detail.
Mew couldn’t help it any longer, she broke out in laughter, wrapping one arm lovingly around the girl’s back, and she pulled her hard against her side. “It is alright Sahzy,” She whispered, “It is only the three of us right here. For all anyone else knows you where just trying to get a better look at them. They’re Capybaras.”
“You could have just told me that before, and then pointed out the sign.” She whined, lifting her head to allow her eyes to scan over the large sign. “That is a very interesting creature, though~!” The cheetah exclaimed happily, smiling again. “Come on, let’s go see the next exhibit!” Sahra pulled away from her mother, bouncing off towards the next display, probably forgetting the whole ordeal. In forgetting, she would probably commit the same embarrassing act over again, not too much later in their Zoo visit, which was quite obvious as she began the same ritual over again. “What’s this, what’s this?” She chided, Ephrem close behind.
Mew snickered, “As happy as ever.” She spoke to herself, “Nothing ever gets to you.” With her long thickly furred tail finally at ease, Mew padded off in Sahra’s direction, taking extra care to hide the albino cobra wrapped around her arm under her blouse. “Those are sea otters, Sah.” She proclaimed, as she caught up with the pair.
“Oh, oh! Like that one kid, except not!” Fleur "Foofy, you're starting to get too heavy for this," Stevie grumbled from underneath Fleur who was perched happily on her shoulders. It was the same complaint she made at every exhibit, and by now, he had learned to ignore it. He had already offered twice to get down, but since she still had not deposited him on the ground, he supposed she did not mind as much as she claimed.
"What are those, Bah?" the skunk asked, pointing into the exhibit. They were standing right in front of the plaque, but since he was still learning how to read, Stevie did not fault him for ignoring it.
"They're sea otters, hon," she huffed, adjusting him on her shoulders again. "Remind me not to smack Chrysler next time she suggests I lift a few weights. You're growing too fast." She was just thankful his perfume was already heavily applied considering her nose's close proximity to the source of his natural stench. The scent of orange perfume was a little overwhelming, but it was much more bearable than what it was masking.
"Ohh...what's that?" Fleur asked, pointing again and ignoring her second remark, this time at something yellow near the exhibit.
"...first, Foofy, it's rude to call her a 'that'. And second, that's one of your senior classmates." At least, that was what she called the other children of D-Corp. Frankly, it was just easier for her to think of it as one giant school with junior and senior classmates. "Want to go say 'hi'? Give my back a break before it gets broken?"
"Oh...um..." Fleur's ears tilted back a little. He was still not sure about meeting new people despite making friends with three other D-Corp projects already. Stevie, however, did not wait for a real response, depositing him on the ground where he immediately wrapped his tail around himself out of nervousness and idly hoped the girl would not see him. Sahra "They're so cute~" Sahra exclaimed, leaning onto the railing with her elbows, her chin resting in her hands. "And so utterly playful! Look at that little guy," The feline released one hand from it's position long enough to point out a young sea otter. "He, or she, must just be learning, because it can't even stay on it's back!" Sahra giggled, eyes wide as she watched one take up a shelled clam from the bottom of it's enclosures pool, and start pounding at it with a rock.
"Srra!" Ephrem's words slurred as he yanked on the girl's jeans with his canines. "Move over, I can't see." He whined, slithering up her side, and perching himself up against her.
"But you're fine now, Re." She smiled, not quick to notice that their were other foreign eyes looking upon her. "Oh, hm?" Sahra turned her head slightly, chin still resting on her palms, she looked over a slightly smaller furred child standing not far away. What was he supposed to be? He almost looked like a feline, maybe a canine, but his strong citrusy smell suggested otherwise. "Hello!" She beamed, not making much effort to move, as she would send her dragon partner tumbling if she did.
Sahra glanced upward, eyeing the other person standing near the child. Now what's that supposed to be? She wrinkled her nose, turning her attention back to the other child, she smiled. "Are you from the Corp, too?" Her ears lolled, tail twisting about, "I'm Sahra; and you are...?"
Ephrem followed suit, although not speaking aloud, he tilted his head, plopping loudly down back onto the boarded ground, his curious gaze was set upon the good-smelling item that stood before them. "Hm."
Mew smiled a toothy grin, it made her happy to see her daughter socializing, not to mention it appeared to be another kid from D-Corp, someone she was yet to see or meet. Maybe coming to the Zoo was an okay idea. Fleur Fleur squeaked, his hopes of being overlooked crashing around his furry feet. "U-Um...I'm Fleur..." His ears tilted back again from nervousness then straightened back up again when he noticed Ephrem, unable to keep himself from staring. He had never seen a real dragon before - just the eggs in the incubation facility. "Is that your dragon..?" As usual, surprise seemed to be loosening him up. Whenever he encountered something new and intriguing, he forgot how nervous he started off.
Fleur jumped, his tail bushing out in surprise, when Stevie let out a loud cry of, "Relief!" and collapsed onto a bench nearby to rest her back and shoulders. The start and being further away from her reminded Fleur of his situation, and he wrapped his tail tighter around himself before looking back up at Sahra, his eyes stopping on her tail. Hers was very different from the other three children's he had met, and the difference was intriguing. Sahra Smiling, Sahra backed away from the railing, waving a quick good bye to the little otter that had propped itself up against the glass, and was deliberately staring at her. She couldn't help but giggle again they were just so funny!
"Fleur, huh? I don't think I've ever heard of you before." She chided, he voice raspy; she quickly ended that by clearing her throat. "Well Fleur, it's nice to meet you! And by the way, you can just call me Sah." She nodded, standing straight up and folding her arms comfortably behind her neck. "So how've you liked everything so far? Aren't all the animals just so interesting~?"
Ephrem nodded to the boys question, seeing as the cheetah had most likely either forgotten to answer it, or her fascination with the otters had caused her to overlook it. "I am 'her' dragon, yes." He answered in his natural low tone, "Ephrem." He corrected- he wasn't just a dragon after all, he was just as good as any old D-Corp kid. Re slithered off in the opposite direction impatiently, using head movements to usher the others onward. "Come on, let's go see something different now!"
Well it seems Re actually approves of this kid, so far anyways. That's always a good sign. Sahra reached upward to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear, "Yeah, let's see what other weird confabulations they have around here."
Mew shook her head, "As impatient as ever, those two always have to be on the move." She seemed as if she was speaking to herself, like some crazed lunatic, but in truth, her words were in fact directed at someone.
Lifting his snow white head, the snake that lie hidden under her sleeve let off a soft hiss, to lazy to attempt to form words, he coiled partway out of his odd hiding place, and gazed around at their surroundings. With nothing particularly interesting to him, he coiled back around Mew's wrist, although still in view, if you looked close enough. Fleur Fleur just blinked blankly at her for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around the word she just used. "What's a...con...confa...whatever you said?" His vocabulary was not the best just yet since he was still getting the hang of reading though he tried his hardest. That was just too odd a word for him to recognize. He did not notice the movement at Mew's wrist - skunks have poor eyesight, and he was no exception though his eyesight was certainly better than a real skunk's. It was estimated, however, that he would someday need glasses. Sahra Sahra smiled, "Con-fa-bew-lay-tion, to me it means otherworldly, like something is so strange that is seems like someone created it with in their mind. But that's just on my terms, I use strange words matched with my own made up meanings. Just ignore me~! The real word means something completely different." She would have to take a mental note to not use large confusing words anymore that made no sense to anyone but herself, she really needed to get out of that habit.
Now that that was behind her, Sahra felt obligated to turn her head to look over her shoulder, and take one last look at the lovely little sea otters. "I just can't get over them, I don't know why." Sahra shrugged, her ears twitching as she stopped slouching forward, and stood up straight.
"Srra-cub." Ephrem shook his head at his partner, thinking she was even crazier than ever, he slinked onward a short ways, and turned back around to gaze down upon the two furred organisms. "Come on, Srra, um, Fluffy-kid, let's go on to the next area!" The lindworm bobbed up and down impatiently.
"Hm, you know what," She whispered to Re and Fleur, "We could easily sneak off away from these guys, let's go see some more stuff! Have some fun! I don't feel like being watched like a hawk anyways. Besides, my Mum has Aja." Sahra grinned, a devilish look shining in her eyes. Fleur "But won't they worry about us?" was the first thing to pop into Fleur's mind, and he could not stop himself from blurting it out. He was really not certain about being out of Stevie's sight regardless of the fact that she seemed to be ignoring him right now, concentrating on relaxing her shoulders. Fleur supposed it would be okay as long as they did not go too far... Sahra "Nah, not if they don't notice we're gone! Besides, it's not like we'll go outside the Zoo gates; the whole Zoo is surrounded by a big fence. We'll be fine!" She nodded reassuringly, "'Sides, Ephrem and I wander off alone all the time, no big deal." Sahra fiddled with the end corner of her sweater, running the soft wool repeatedly through her clawed fingers.
"I agree." Ephrem blatted simply, slithering up against the cheetah, "Let's go and see the next exhibit, before we all die of old age." The dragon slinked forward a tad, just ahead of Sahra, and pushed his body against her legs. This caused her to fall back onto him.
"Ack. I hate it when you do that Re..." She mumbled, grabbing onto his neck, and pulling herself upon onto a decent enough position to not fall off. Ephrem's more recent growth spurt had left it much easier for her to ride the dragon now, although with her small size, she was able to ride him for a good time before, it was just easier now.
He could manage to carry others as well, with his long lanky body; all you had to do was catch a seat. "Come on!" The lindworm chimed, "Get on, let's go, before the two Ma's notice our intentions." Fleur It took the skunk another moment to finally agree, just hoping Stevie would not be angry with him when he returned. "Get on?" Fleur asked at Ephrem's prompt, staring at him. He thought he was only supposed to ride his own dragon - granted, it was still an egg. Ephrem seemed to not mind though, and since he was the one being ridden, Fleur timidly climbed on, trying to mimic Sahra so he would not fall off. "Where are we going?" He had no idea what the next exhibit was - Stevie was just taking him around at random. Sahra Ephrem grinned, rounding a corner with the two creatures upon his back, he was careful not to go to fast for the younger child. While Sahra was used to his speed capacities, it was quite obvious to him that the fluffy boy might not be able to handle to much speed. "Hm, I don't know." He admitted no stop in clear sight, "A decent ways away from them. After we go far enough we'll get off and start looking~!"
Grasping the lindworm's collar, Sahra wasn't used to such slow speeds. High speeds always gave her a rush of adrenaline, in which she was currently craving for. But she knew better, thank god. "There!" She pointed, shadowed ears standing straight up. "Look at those; what are they? They have really long tails and they're hanging from the wire of their enclosure with them...weird."
Coming to a slow stop, Re arched upwards.
Sahra quickly jumped off, being right near his front portion, meant she needed to get off. She took the cue as soon as it was given to her. She wasn't worried for Fleur, since she knew Ephrem would only raise high enough to see over the bars, which left Fleur very near the ground, and in no danger. "Ohh! They look so weird. But I can’t see them close enough; these stupid bars are in my way."
The cheetah stood on her tip toes, squinting. It was then she knew what she had to do! Lifting one foot, she placed it firmly on one bar, and hoisted herself up on top of the railing. "Ow." She mumbled only loud enough for herself to hear, an automatic reaction, as her boney bottom hit the metal works. Up and now over; plop onto the cement ground below. Sahra pranced up to the side of the exhibit. "So," She began, words directed at a darkly colored creature coming to greet her, "What are you exactly?" Fleur "Ah!" Fleur yelped as he scrambled off of Ephrem to follow Sahra. "Are you sure it's okay to do that?" He had a feeling the bars were there for a reason, but he did not want Sahra to think he was too skittish to follow her, so he peeked over the railing at her carefully.
The creature greeting her definitely was strange, and he had no clue as to what it could be. He was still not certain getting that close was such a good idea, but Sahra was older than he, and she seemed to think it was...
Much slower and less graceful than Sahra, Fleur awkwardly climbed over the railing as well to rejoin her. Sahra "I don't see why not." The cheetah responded, tilting her head awkwardly and staring wide-eyed at the dark furred critter. "We can't see from behind the stupid railings so we just have to climb over them! That's what Yin told me at the beach, when we where on the boardwalk. Trying to see the sunset over a five foot railing is kind of hard for us both, so we went under them and out onto the beach." It seemed logical enough to her, it had never occurred to Sahra that this could possibly be breaking the rules. After all, what really could the animals do to them? They were animals themselves, well, part at least. They weren't utterly vicious!
"Besides, they're really playful!" Leaning down to the ground, Sahra scooped up a stick in her clawed hand. She stuck it through the wire fencing, and poked at the creature.
The dark creature, hanging by its tail grabbed a hold of the stick, and snapped it in half. Letting out a loud shriek, it climbed off onto a sort of rafter in it's exhibit, and caressed the stick like a youngling, guarding it possessively from the other creatures as they dog piled it, herding all around.
"Wow." The cheetah awed, "That's strange. It's just a stick guys not like it's a shiny jewel or something."
Ephrem was behind them, cracking up, staring up at the commotion from the walkway. What a mess they all were, messed up that is, for fighting over such a useless object as a piece of a branch.
"Hey you kids!" A woman dressed in a navy blue T-Shirt labeled 'Zoo Staff' and white kakis was running from a distance away, shouting at the top of her lungs. "Get away from that cage! Get out of there!" She was huffing furiously, eyes blazing. Fleur Fleur also looked at the creatures oddly, wondering what was so fascinating about a stick. "It's not even colorful...why do they like it so much?" he asked. If it was brightly colored, he could see the fascination as he was also fascinated by bright colors. "Maybe they don't have sticks like that in there?" It almost made sense but not quite - there were lots of plants in the cage, so why would a stick be that much different?
Fleur yelped and ducked closer to Sahra when he heard someone yelling, tilting his ears back. He hated being startled and was not sure what was wrong - he just knew that person looked very angry. Sahra "Ack, Fleur we need to get out of here!" Sahra gritted her teeth, "I am not sure why that lady is so angry but she is coming after us! We have to get out of here!" The cheetah grasped the railing with both hands and pulled herself upward, mounting one foot firmly on a bar. She climbed upward, turning around slightly and extending a hand to Fleur. "Come on!" She urged quickly.
Ephrem picked up on all the alarm, although his fascination in the dark creatures did not end, for they were all now howling, perched on the sides of the exhibit staring at the them. "Alright..." He sulked, "Let's go then." The lindworm awaited the two, watching the lady get closer and closer. Couldn't they go any faster? Fleur Fleur yelped, confused, but followed Sahra as quickly as he could with his shorter legs, grasping her hand to go over the railing with her. "What did we do?" he asked, clueless. Surely just getting close to the cage so they could see better was not worth getting so angry about...was it? Fleur stumbled on the way over the railing but managed to right himself before falling on his face, panicking as the zookeeper drew closer and starting to emit a foul odor which, when he realized what he was doing, only upset him more. Sahra Sahra was as clueless and confused as he was, even though she really didn't want to admit it, at least not in a straightforward sort of fashion. She crinkled her nose, "I'm not quite sure," She mumbled, jumping up onto the lindworm’s back, "We weren't hurting anything, or defacing public property, or letting anything out, so I don't see what the problem is..." The cheetah pulled the boy back up onto her dragon's back, giving him the signal to go. She certainly didn't want to stand around and wait to see what that stupid lady would do if they didn't move on.
"Alright I'm going!" Ephrem said, speeding off. This time he wasn't so careful about his speed, he was of course trying not to top his speeds like he did with Sahra, since the boy was no accustomed to such high speeds. But the lindworm did go at least twice as fast as they had been going before, if not more, in order to escape the wrath of the evil woman in blue.
"Come back here you kids! HEY!" But her voice was now starting to be drowned out by the distance set between them, not to mention the calls of larger animals all around them. Elephants, hoofstock, everything imaginable.
"Well wasn't that interesting, hopefully we lost her." The cheetah mouthed, as Ephrem slowed a considerable amount speed wise. "So what do you want to do now, Fleur?" She asked curiously, it was his turn to pick, after all, she couldn't forget her manners. Fleur As Ephrem slowed, Fleur tucked his tail firmly between his legs as he tried his best to tone down the odor creeping away from him before Sahra and Ephrem smelled it, terrified they would not want to be around him any longer if they did. "U-Um..." he stammered around his concentration. "Do...do they have skunks here?" Maybe, if they did smell it, he could blame it on other skunks if they could find them here at the zoo. Sahra "Oh, is that what you are? Hm, cool, I'm sure we could find some somewhere around here. They seem to having something of every type of everything one could possibly think of." Stopping to take a breath, Sahra seldom spoke out of turn, at least when not around her sister, Gabby, who nearly provoked such behavior out of her. She clenched her fists, loosening her grips on Ephrem, and began looking around at the different exhibits. "Be on the lookout for a skunk exhibit Re! We're on a mission now; we have to find our destination."
Ephrem liked the way that sounded, which was apparent when he slowed by a considerable amount and began to prance along like some important figure. His head was flickering about like flame, alert; his eyes were scanning every single simplistic detail of their surroundings. "Okay!" She chided happily.
Ephrem and Sahra had both either ignored the smell or not noticed it, both of their minds where set on one subject, not that it would have bothered either of them immensely, anyways. "I wonder what area they'd be in?" Sahra leaned up against Ephrem's neck, "We've been to the West side of the Zoo already, and I've been to Most of the Southern area, I think, I didn't see any there. What about you Fleur? Where have you been already?" Maybe that would help them to figure out where to start searching, and where they didn't have to look. Fleur "Um..." Fleur thought about that. "We just got here, so we haven't seen much. Just the seals and things." He tilted his head. "I think they'll be with the forest animals though." He knew skunks lived in the forest though that was still rather vague.
"They'll probably only have striped ones though...I'm spotted." He did not like that fact much - it made him feel like he was not a "proper" skunk though it did make him think of something. "What are you?" Fleur asked, realizing he had forgotten to ask before. Sahra "Seals, huh? Yeah that area. Well, we know now not to go the west, south, or anywhere in between." Stopping a moment, she wasn't quite sure what direction they were going in now. Well, they were coming from the West at first, but had turned off to the left not to long before, so they had to be north bound now. "I'm pretty sure we're heading due north, if I am not mistaken. Seems neither of us have been around there yet, so we'll just have to take a look.
Ask they progressed at just above your average walking pace; Sahra looked over at what they were passing. She tilted her head, ears flopped outward; the feline was amused, almost smug. "Dogs." She blatted in a whisper, only loud enough for herself to hear, "How'd I'd love to see their head ground up." After her incident in the mall long ago she had taken a dislike to most canids.
She was incorrect to a stand point; they were like dogs, but domestic in no way. They were Wolves, of what kind, who knew, they didn't stay long enough to see. "Well, those kinds of animals dwell in forested areas, so maybe we are headed in the right direction. Look, there's some deer, or elk, or what ever. So I think we are definitely heading in the right direction."
Ephrem grinned and nodded heavily, swinging his entire front portion of his body that was elevated up and down. It was obvious he agreed. "Srra's a cheetah." He answered the boy, before Sahra herself had had a chance to answer, "An African kitty, fluffy-kid."
"I don't know about the kitty part..." She proclaimed, still amused. Fleur "Africa?" Fleur asked, paying less attention to the animals around them and more attention to Sahra's tail in front of his face. "Where's that?" He reached up to lightly bat at her tail, his attention completely captured. There were so many different kinds of tails on these "classmates" of his at D-Corp! Valens had one that was all hair, Sahra and Cadentau had a long one that was hair and bone but completely different colors, and Del's had no hair at all. How many other kinds of tails were there which he had not yet seen?
Something caught his eye, and his attention was finally torn from Sahra's tail as he looked up to see a large building across from the wolves' exhibit. He squinted at the sign, still not very good at reading just yet, but he thought it said something about small animals though there was a very big word he had no idea what it meant - noc...nocturnal? What did that mean?
"Maybe they're in there?" Fleur offered. He knew skunks were small animals at least.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:25 pm
Play Date #6: Reading Rainbows (Delphinidae)Fleur Fleur let out a tiny squeak of joy as Chrysler placed another book onto the ever growing pile beside him. He had been ordered to stay sitting in the poofy chair he was now bouncing a little in, and he did not mind at all. The bookstore was fairly empty save for himself and Chrysler, not that he noticed. The mere thought of learning how to read better and getting new books to help the process was enough to make him squeak again. He had lost count of how many Chrysler had already piled beside him - some were simple coloring books simply because he loved the bright colors of crayons, but a lot were brand new books with actual words for him to read and learn along with pretty, colorful pictures.
Fleur could not resist and grabbed one from the top of the pile to flip through it. A lot of it was still beyond him, but he could still admire the pictures until he went home and Stevie began tutoring him again. Del Del wandered through the book store searching for the things on her list. There were comics, hard cover books and several paperback novels that her father had suggested she read. There were also a few books on the list for Echo who didn't share her choice in literature and who read at a different speed. As she pulled a book on castle history off a shelf she spotted something in her peripheral vision. Was that? it was, Fluer the boy responsible for her recent interest in castles. It wasn't an obsession to be sure but lately she'd be wondering about how many different types of castles there were and what they all looked like. Though he seemed engrossed in a book she felt the need to call out to him. Echo eyed the black and white child with trepidation, unlike his dolphin companion he actually did have a sense of smell and the perfume the boy wore was somewhat nauseating. Still he wasn't about to deny Del the right to have friends and he knew she'd get uncomfortable if he stayed back. Hopefully when talking with this one she didn't call him fat again.Fleur "Buu..?" Fleur flipped his ears and looked up to see who had called him. It did not sound like Chrysler, so he was clueless until he spotted a very familiar tail not too far away, its appearance burned firmly in his memory. Upon remembering whose tail that was, Fleur beamed and waved to Del, putting his book back onto the pile beside him. He had met several other children from D-Corp recently, but it was nice to meet her again, remembering how much fun making the sand castle had been. Del Del took the wave as a sign to come closer which she did. " Hey there looks like you've grown a bit since I last saw you." Of course Del had also grown since there last meeting and she also had Echo now. The golden coloured bronze dragon was certainly her favorite part of being older. " She nodded to echo who was following behind her " This is my partner Echo, he's a bronze dragon but he's gold right now because he's just young." Fleur "Ooh," Fleur crooned, blinking with intrigue at Echo. "They said mine will be a silver one...but I think its egg looks more like a giant ball berring." He was still more or less shocked that he was getting a dragon of his very own in the first place - as far as he was concerned, there was nothing special enough about him to warrant it.
Fleur tore his attention from Echo and looked back up to Del before asking, twitching his tail, "Are you here to get some books too?" Del Del nodded " Yes I'm getting some comics and a couple books each for me and Echo if I can find the ones on my list." The girl nodded to the piece of paper in her hand. " Which sorts of books are you looking for?" Echo had puffed out his chest a bit at the attention, he might not bear his kinds proper colouring yet but there was no problem with his current looks. Despite what Del may have said to that fluff ball a few weeks ago he was not fat either. Fleur Fleur eyed the pile of books next to him which, by now, was taller than he. "Lots of different kinds," he answered. "I'm learning to read better, so Cry's getting some for me to try to read by myself and some for Bah to read to me." Fleur perked up and beamed. "And a few on knitting!" He had no idea that was unusual, but he had developed an intense fascination with knitting, and he had a project he was working on which was currently at home - a sweater for his dragon when it hatched since it was still winter.
Fleur blinked when he registered Del's other statement, surprised. "Dragons can read?" he asked Echo, both surprised and intrigued. "Maybe I should get some for mine too though I don't know when he's going to hatch...or she." Del Del nodded it made sense that Fleur was still just learning to read, it probably wouldn't take him long to learn though considering how many books he was picking up for practice. She was a little confused as to why he wanted books on knitting but to each their own and all that. Echo too young to respond in English to the boys question just nodded. He could read, not so well as Del (though she seemed not to notice his slower pace) but he could read and he preferred to read different things than her. They were well matched but they did have different interest. Del gave Fleur a small smile " I'd say wait till they hatch to get them a book Because who knows what they will like. " Fleur "Oh...good point," Fleur wilted a little. He thought it might be nice to have something to give his dragon straight out of the egg, but Del had a good point that it was best to see what the dragon was interested in. Fleur supposed the sweater would have to do though it looked more like a tube sock right now than a sweater.
"Oh," Fleur spoke again, thinking of something. "In a lot of these books, it says dragons like jewelry and other shiny things - is that true?" If so, he knew Stevie would not mind letting him give a necklace or bracelet to his dragon - she had a lot she never wore and already told him he could have anything he wanted just like the perfume bottle.
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