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 Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:52 am
"It's cold... and when the sun reflects off of the snow, it is very bright. The nights are longer there, but the days are always very bright and can be blinding if you're not careful. It's... nice." He tried to think of something else to tell the other, but wasn't too sure of what to say without further promptings.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:59 am
"Oh, sounds... nice." He wasn't sure what else to say. The way the other boy described the Kingdom made it seem kind of boring, and kind of suicidal to visit. "Well... is there anything you want to do? I could show you around, or if you wanted to leave and explore that's fine..." Yukal didn't exactly want Sayrael to leave, he kind of liked his company though he was almost his complete opposite.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:06 am
He shrugged. "I don't really mind. I have time, after all. When I'm needed, this'll be the lst place anyone will look," he said, grinning slightly. "I have a bit of a knack for disapearing, if you know what I mean." He licked the honey from his fingers and set the jar and spoon down. "Mmm... pretty good honey here. I've had better, though..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:09 am
"You don't really care what people think of you do you?" Yukal was refering to the way Sayrael spoke his mind. He didn't seem to care that what he sai might have been a little rude, or blunt. The red head walked toward the door before twisting his head around to look at the taller boy. "Do you want to go for a walk or something?" Yukal turned the door handle and stepped out into the late morning light.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:14 am
Sayael shrugged. "I'm too used to being disliked to let it bother me too much." He stood up and followed after Yukal. "Mmm... sure. Sounds nice." He stepped into the open air, looking once more around himself. "Hmm.. maybe I should disguise myself, make me look more like one of you," he said thoguhtfully.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:18 am
"Mm... And how would you that exactly? Put on a dress?" Yukal smiled up at Sayrael. He scratched his head "Well, none of my clothes will fit you... I guess we will have to go buy some. This way!" Yukal started to run to the opposite side of the village. He turned around, running backward "You comin'?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:46 am
He smiled slightly at the boy. "I'm not a prince for nothing, you know." With that, he closed his eyes. A glowing green light enveloped him and tendrals of darkness wrapped around his skin. A moment later, the emerald light and dark threads vanished and left Sayael - but he didn't look like Sayael. He was shorter by a couple inches and had long, flowing blond hair down to his hips. He had also become... "woman." His skin had become paler and his eyes had turned from bright green to pale blue. Clothes weren't a problem, either, as 'she' was now dressed in a floaty sort of periwinkle material. "Better?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:00 pm
Yukal gasped and tripped over his own foot, causing him to fall backward and fall onto his butt. "H-how did you d-do that!?" He looked Sayrael's new feature over and frowned. He personally liked the older look better. "W-well, atleast we don't need to psend any money..." He stood up and dusted himself off.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:02 pm
He smiled and winked. "That's my secret," he said, his voice sounding perfectly female and bell-like. "I'm still taller, though." There was deffinately some of Sayael in her features as 'she' grinned over at the other. 'She' still appeared to be about eighteen, although 'she' was a couple inches shorter now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:15 pm
"Just... warn me next time. You almost scared me to death. Not to mention that my butt hurts now." Yukal whimpered loudly as he rubbed his damaged buttocks. He limped slowly away from Sayrael. "Let's go this way... to the garden, so I can water my plants. Is that okay?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:18 pm
((I just noticed... you keep calling him "Sayrael." It's Sayael. =o Kinda like... "Sah-yah-ell". Get it? =o ))
"That's should be fine," Sayael said, smiling. It felt weird to be a 'woman,' but he was used to it. He had disguised himself many times and had had to occasionally take form as a woman.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:29 pm
((Oh my god! I'm so sorry. >< I feel stupid now...))
Yukal led Sayael to a small, pretty garden. "This is my garden. I started working on it years ago..." He picked up a bucket and walked to a small fountain. He filled the bucket with water as he hummed the same tune he had hummed earlier that day. Then he started to slowly and carefully pour water onto patches of flowers. There were daisies, tulips, buttercups and some other flowers. "Drink up!" Yukal said this eachtime he poured water over the flowers and ended with a happy "Yum yum".
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:34 pm
((S'okay.))
Sayael looked around himself. It was a pretty ordinary garden - well, ordinary compared to his garden. It had become not so much a garden, but a jungle. A very neat jungle, but a jungle all the same. He even had a couple fruit trees that had been persuaded into giving fruit all year round.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:42 pm
"D-do... you want to help?" Yukal held up another bucket infront of Sayael. "It would be a lot faster, then we could go somewhere else." He didn't wait for an answer, instead he opened Sayael's hand and put the handle of the bucket in it. He went back to work, pouriong water onto his precious flowers. "Drink up!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:45 pm
Distracted from his thoughts, his hand instictively closed around the handle of the bucket. He might have pointed out that it would be better to use something other than a bucket because they might drown the flowers, but didn't. He helped the other and they were done after a few minutes. "Now what?" 'she' asked, setting down the bucket the other had given 'her'.
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