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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:53 pm
Vanyel lifted a brow at the confession that the other woman had, indeed, not been the boys mother, even though she'd been pretty sure she was someone important. Well, Kitten wasn't actually Vanyel's mother either, but it was the closest thing to a mother Vanyel was ever going to have. Actually it was a shame that she didn't have a father, but that was far beyond the point.
Anything? Could Kitten turn into anything? She'd been able to turn into anything that Vanyel had named, but Vanyel hadn't actually named a whole lot of things. "Well yea, I suppose so. Why wouldn't she?" she mused outloud in responce to Amahte before rethinking her reply. Amahte looked like someone who could turn those words around into something else.
"Well, actually, I don't think she can turn into anything that's not alive. And I think she prefers to not turn into small things cause I think she had a bad experience once," the girl replied with more confidence. Amahte might not think his "mother" was worth-while but Vanyel was pretty proud of Kitten.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 10:00 pm
'Because she is weak' crossed his mind when she asked of her inability turn into anything aloud, but for once the power-hungry child kept his big mouth shut. However, a curled Cheshire sneer, devious and faint, gave his thoughts away.
"Turning into the dead would be rather redundant, wouldn't it?" he interrupted briefly, eyes snapping towards Vanyel. "And turning into something small...well, that would be handy."
He lifted a small hand and curled it into a fist, deeply amused, "If she wanted to be crushed, that is. So I suppose she's smart in keeping from turning into such small creatures."
Amahté fell silent for a breath, before continuing quietly, "She's not as stupid as the ogre in Puss in Boots. That's good."
His mind wandered back to the books that cluttered Mary's rooms, and at the mentioning of the fairy tale he for once sounded like a child.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:39 am
Vanyel raised a brow as she watched the boy. Half the time he looked more like he was babbling to himself instead of actually replying to her, but at the same time his words had correlation to what they were talking about in the first place - so was he really lost in his own thoughts? It was likely. Vanyel had seen enough in how he acted with other people.
"That's not what I meant," replied Vanyel to the dead comment, putting her hand over her mouth to keep from giggling too loud. "I meant that she can't turn into inannimate objects. She can't very well turn into something like a slide. That would be silly anyway. But I've seen her turn into fae and dwarves and elves and such. I've never seen her turn into an animal before but I know she can do it."
Her mother was certainly not as stupid as the ogre in Puss 'n Boots, but she wasn't about to reply to that because she only felt like the Egyptian boy would have some other retort about it and it would likely be a retort that would insult her or her mother in some way.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:13 am
His eyes sparkled for a brief moment, though he never did return his full attention back to Vanyel at his side. A dwarf, an elf, and fae? Her mother could turn into the things of fairy tales? A small knot appeared between his brows, and the sandbox in which he stood seemed all but forgotten. He told himself he didn't believe in such things, but now that she had mentioned it, it was very hard to ignore.
Besides, he was young. He very MUCH wanted to believe in faeries, though he wasn't about to tell her that either!
"She's not around, is she?" he prompted, turning his waist. "I'd like to see her do it."
And for once he didn't sound as though he disbelieved her words. He genuinely wished to see a dwarf.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 1:18 pm
The girl watches with curious orange eyes at the boy who'd lost himself to innner thoughts and curiosities. Tiny lips scrunched themselves in serveral directions while she waited, just idly passing the time as she attempted to move her lips completely to her ear. Silly girl. His question startled her slightly as she'd lost herself to her own thoughts of what she would look like with a mouth next to her ear.
"No..." she said with a bit of hesitation and sadness. "But if you ever meet her I promise she'll change into almost anything you'd like!" Smart girl, not promising him everything. Kitten wouldn't do anything and then what? Vanyel will be without an egyptian 'friend' that's what.
The thought of Kitten though made Vanyel a little nervous. What time was it that she'd promised the woman that she'd be home? Anyone's guess, but it looked like it was getting just a bit later in the sky and she had a sinking feeling that she'd promised a return before whatever time it was currently.
With a scuff of her foot Vanyel gave Amahte a verbose apology before running off, stopping a distance away and waving before continuing her run home. Hopefully his interest in Kitten's skills would mean she'd see him again, soon.
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