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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 12:30 pm
Zelda finally sat herself down and devoted herself to looking over the things Sunny had bought for her. She really would have prefered to make do herself, but... well, this was helpful. She had to admit that.
She peered into the mirror quizzically, and preened briefly. She set it down and and put the circlet upon her head, and tried the mirror again.
How very queenly.
Zelda found she didn't like that sort of connection. Who would want to be queen, anyway? It was pretty, but... well. She put the circlet aside and looked elsewhere.
She'd already used the paper, the quill pens, and the paint, as well as the cutlery and dishes. Useful.
And then there was this sword, and this spear.
Zelda had no idea what to do with them. She picked up the plastic rapier and swung it hesitantly around.
She put it aside. It didn't feel right. She leaned it the corner. It actually looked quite nice. It would do as decoration.
The spear, on the other hand, intrigued her, but there wasn't nearly enough room in her tent to swing it around and experiment.
She took the spear in one hand and poked her head out. The coast was clear. Zelda decided to head outside. It was a nice day, after all, and she could find a little bit of privacy...
Oh. Right. The door.
Zelda stared at it in dismay. She'd forgotten that. There was no way she'd ever be able to open it. She wouldn't even be able to open the window.
Though Sunny certainly didn't mean it, Zelda was a prisoner in this house. She could nowhere without asking someone to open the door for her. She was a juvenile now, yes, but she would be kept like a child for her entire life. How could she ever put into motion those vague plans of becoming independant when she couldn't leave the house?
Zelda could have practically cried.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 1:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 6:38 pm
Shop RP Zelda flapped into the shop, grumbling to herself. With every passing day she had been getting more and more antsy over that innocent little yellow bloom in the kitchen window. Who knew what would happen when that thing emerged? Nothing good, she was sure. Good heavens, it was crowded in here. She set her jaw and slipped forward. "Did something happen?" Zelda asked no one in particular. "Everyone seems so worked up." As things seemed to have calmed down, Raphael uncurled from his spot next to the wall and stood. Odd...he tried to unfurl his wings to take off, but somehow, they seemed stuck. He reached back and touched them tentatively, slightly confused. Zelda spied Raphael and ventured closer. "Do you know what happened? Wait. Are you okay?" While she was certain she would never allow herself to be in such a situation as this fellow, he didn't seem well at all. "Something big did happen, didn't it?" Raphael gave Zelda a meek nod, still confused. His wing felt oddly numb. "Y-yes...everyone started y-yelling...and stuff.." He answered. "Yelling?" Zelda thought this over. "Was there a fight of some sort? Over what?" She glanced around. Everything seemed okay now, if a bit tense. How perplexing. And she just had to miss it, too. Raphael blushed and gave another nod. He wasn't really sure on what happened himself, but he figured answering was the polite thing to do. Actually...he could vaguely remember something that the lady had said... "T-there was a lady here...and she was saying something about an ultimate feien. And - and, we would have to leave our bonds...but they would get something better in exchange." Oddly, he found his voice when he said these words. "A rare feien...saving the feien from extinction?" His brow furrowed. Zelda blinked. "Leaving our bonds?" she repeated carefully. Sunny was an idiot, yes, but... "Wouldn't we die if we did that?" On the other hand, if she could only orchestrate some accident in the kitchen, make off with the bloom, and... yes, this lady could have that. And no more worries about younger-sibling-feien that would interfere with her as yet non-existent plans. No, there were those damn pixapets all over and at least one of them would see. Worse than security cameras, since they moved. "She probably doesn't know what she's talking about," she concluded. Raphael paused to consider that. "Yes...you're right." The tenseness in his shoulders seemed to relax a bit. Of course! It's impossible to leave your bond. He didn't need to think about leaving at all. The feeling was ever so slowly beginning to return to his wings. Carefully, the yellow feien tested one of them. It shivered in its place, giving a meek, ineffective flap. Hm. "Is your wing all right?" Zelda blinked at Raphael with every pretense of worry. Ugh, imagine losing the use of a wing, even for a little while! Yuck. She thought she'd scream if that happened to her. What little freedom she had in a house designed for people so much larger than her would be cut down to almost nothing. "It doesn't look injured. Was it banged around or something?" He shook his head in response. "N-no." He pulled at the wing with his hand, partly out of nervousness, and partly in the hopes that stretching it would help. "I, I must have sat on it," he answered, vaguely remembering something he'd heard from Magiale. "I-if you sit on your hand for too long, it-it...umm," he struggled to remember, "it'll...go numb." "I think I read something about that," Zelda remarked. She tapped her finger against her lips. "Cutting off the circulation? Something like that." She shrugged and folded her hands behind her. "Thats it," he said with a meek smile, grateful that he wouldn't have to explain it. He was terrible at explaining things. Then his blush deepened as he realized how rude he was being. "I-I'm sorry..." he mumbled, embarassed. "I-I'm, I didn't introduce myself." The yellow feien haltingly held his hand forward for a handshake. "My name is Raphael." "I'm Zelda." She took his hand and shook it carefully. The poor guy seemed almost about to run away from her. At least it was nice to know that there were some feien who didn't get horribly under her skin. "But I didn't introduce myself, either." "That's alright," replied the yellow feien quickly. He shook her hand, remembering to let go after three shakes. "Umm, nice to meet you, Zelda." He said, politely. "Sorry for the trouble." Nevermind that there hadn't really been any trouble. Er? "Don't worry about it," Zelda beamed, waving a hand broadly. She had no idea what this trouble he was talking about was, but never mind, no need to let on her ignorance. "Are you going to be all right to get home?" She thought it was about time she headed home, herself... it got a bit nippy at night. Raphael nodded. "Y-yes, I can get home." He stretched his wings out, noting that they could move completely. He gave the other feien an apologetic smile. It certainly was nice of her to be so tolerant of the trouble he'd caused her. "How about you?" "I'll be fine." And even if she wasn't, she would, of course, insist that she was fine anyway. Zelda grinned confidently. "It's a little ways home, but I'll be fine. It was very nice to meet you, Raphael." And she actually meant that, too. Amazing. She grinned and headed out.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 11:30 am
Zelda fluttered through the kitchen on the way to find something to nibble. There were crackers out on the counter and she could break off a corner and--
--something was not right.
"Hello."
Zelda looked around. Perched on the windowsill, next to the bowl the bloom had been sitting in, was a cheery yellow feien, swinging her legs.
Zelda raised an eyebrow. "I suppose... I suppose you're the new feien?" She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Yup!" She beamed.
"And...?"
"And what?"
Zelda sighed. "Come on. I guess we might as well go find Sunny. What's with your wings?"
"What's wrong with my wings?"
"... never mind."
Zelda offered the new feien a helping hand up, and they flew (slowly, since the new feien was... well, new) through the little house and up the stairs. "Sunny!"
"One sec, Zelda." Sunny came out of one of the bedrooms, wiping paint-stained hands on her ripped old jeans. "What can I--oh! Hello there."
"Hi," beamed the new feien.
After a pause, Sunny tried again. "I'm Sunny. I'm your new bond, I guess. And you've met Zelda?"
"Uh-huh." She gave a little giggle. "You have prellan."
"I have what?" Sunny stared.
"Like me. Like Zelzel." She pointed to the markings on her own body and Zelda's.
"It's... it's just paint."
"Oh. Okay."
Zelda twitched. "I have lots to do, so I'm going to go do that, then," she excused herself, and flapped off in a hurry.
Sunny looked at the feien, who was trying to sit on a doorknob without slipping. "Did you want a name?"
"A name? I get a name, too?" The yellow feien beamed ear-to-ear. "Really? What's my name?"
"Er. Um." Sunny fumbled a bit. "What sort of names do you like?"
The feien slipped off the door knob, and fluttered to the ground before flexing her wings to give it another go. "All names. Pick one you like. I know I'll like it too."
"... er." Sunny moved to scratch her head before she remembered she paint on her hands. "How about Tanith?"
"That's a good name," Tanith beamed. "I'm so lucky."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 9:53 am
"You can't be in here."
Tanith blinked up at Zelda from the warm cocoon of handkerchiefs and cotton balls that was Zelda's bed. "Why not?"
"Because that's my bed, and my tent. Now, get out."
"Why?"
"Because it's mine! I did it myself, and if you want a place to sleep you'll have to make it yourself, too." Zelda scowled. "That's the way things work around here."
"Oh." Tanith crawled out. "Will you help me?"
"I'm too busy," Zelda said, though she had nothing to do at all.
Tanith was staring up at the potted plant that stretched high above Zelda's tent.
"Tanith?" Zelda poked her.
"I could live there." She pointed.
"... how?"
"I could build... a tent in the branches."
"...how?"
"I dunno. But I'd be your next-door-neighbour and we can be buddies for ever. By, Zelzel." Tanith beamed brightly and wandered off.
Zelda buried her face in her hands.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 11:26 am
Tanith clambered among the branches of the potted plant, odd little wings outstretched for balance, little hands grasping the stems expertly. "I think I could just live up here. Just like this. "You'll fall," Zelda pointed out. She peered up at Tanith from the ground. "No, I won't." "Yes, you will." "I won't." "You will. You'll fall on my tent, most likely, and then where will I sleep?" "In the tree with me?" "No." Zelda scowled. "Tanith, you can't sleep in the branches. It doesn't make sense." "I could make a house up here. With... with... blocks!" Tanith beamed. "Yes, I'll stack them up on top of each other and make walls." "... Stack them on what?" "The branches!" "They're not going to hold that." Zelda fluttered up to sit next to Tanith in the branches. She struggled, not quite as at home as Tanith was. "They're barely strong enough to hold us." "I suppose so," Tanith sighed. She looked hopefully at Zelda. "Are you sure you're too busy to help me?" "Positive." "Sure?" "Tanith!" Zelda quivered down to the ends of her wings with suppressed irritation. "I said I was busy. I'm not going to help you. Stop asking me." "I thought that you might say yes this time," Tanith murmured. Zelda relaxed. "I will give you a hint. One word: Hammock." She let herself down from the branches and disappeared into her tent. "That's a good idea," Tanith mumbled thoughtfully. "How do I do that?" Zelda gave a small groan. 
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 11:59 pm
Tanith was curled up at the base of the potted plant, half dozing, half engrossed in grandiose hammock plans. With her back against the stem and her butt firmly planted in soft soil, she couldn't be happier. A pair of eyes peered over the pot at her, then disappeared. Tanith rustled her wings and crawled over to peer down. She found, to her surprise, a tiny Siamese kitten, a pixacat, clinging to the pot. He whimpered, terrified. Tanith scooped up the kitten. "Hello. You must be a really good climber to get up here, though." The kitten mewled and wormed its way into the crook of her arm. Tanith peered around. The kitten seemed awfully young to be all by itself... Even as she thought this, another pixacat, one who looked enough like the little one to be an obvious relation, scrambled into view. The kitten scrambled to be let down. Tanith considered. Zelda had warned her that all the pixapets in the house were Sunny's, and therefore not to be trusted. Tanith didn't understand this reasoning, but she didn't think she knew these two. Mind, there were an awful lot of them around. "Are you Sunny's?" Tanith put the kitten down, and he curled around his mother. The mother looked at her, confused. "You're not? Huh." Tanith sat down to stroke the pixas, and they fluffed themselves down happily in her lap. "You can stay with me, then. I'll call you... er... Butterfly and Bug." They purred. 
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 1:18 pm
"Tanith. Tanith. TANITH." "Yes, Zelzel?" "Could you pay attention here?" Zelda scowled. "I'm helping you with your hammock out of the goodness of my heart." Truthfully, it was so that Tanith, who seemed completely inable to focus long enough to actually make the hammock she had all these plans about, would stop crawling into her dishcloth tent to sleep. "Could you maybe, I don't know.... pay attention?" "Sorry, Zelzel." Tanith turned, perched precariously upon the branches of the potted plant, the two Siamese pixacats clinging farther out on the limb. "I was just looking out the window." "I know," Zelda sighed. "Look, hold the cloth so I can tie it down for you." The cloth Sunny had picked up at the shop had come in very useful. Tanith had been sleeping on it since it had arrived, claiming she liked the way it felt. It was strong enough to be a decent hammock, but light enough that it wouldn't break the branches. The potted plant was sturdy, at any rate, sturdy enough to support Tanith without much trouble. It was really more of a small tree. Tanith clambered over and obediently followed Zelda's instructions. They got the other side of the hammock tied down, and Tanith crawled into it, beaming. "This is nice. Thank you, Zelzel. I can even see out the window. Oh!" Zelda stared in confusion as Tanith fluttered off in a rush, returning again with the paper cocktail umbrella. She propped it up, and settled back down. The cats bounded over, and curled up beside her. "Er. What's the umbrella for? We're inside." Tanith shrugged vaguely. "It's pretty." Zelda snorted and retreated to her tent. 
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 10:33 am
The warm weather had prompted Sunny to leave a window open.
Zelda had stared at it for a while before dashing into her tent to fetch her spear, and with this in hand, she flew out into the bright sun for some practice.
With this much room, she felt no reason to hesitate in her experimental motions. She didn't much know what you were supposed to do with a spear, but she swung it around, trying to get the feel of it.
She would have to research this sort of thing later, of course. She had to know this. If she didn't know how to defend herself, then...
...something.
Yeah.
Zelda was engrossed in the motions, experimenting with the best way to hold it, when a small voice piped up directly behind her.
"Hi Zelzel! What are you doing?"
Zelda startled, almost dropped the spear, and scrambled to grab it again. In doing so, she scratched her hand on the point. "Tanith, you idiot! Look what you made me do?"
Tanith approached, blinking. "Oh? Let me see."
"No way! You'll only make it worse."
"Let me see," Tanith said again. She took Zelda's hand and looked at the shallow, oozing scratch. "It's not too bad."
"How would you know?"
Tanith shrugged. She ran her fingers over it, and the scratch faded away.
Zelda stared. "How... how did you do that?"
It had taken her a moment to react, and in the interim, Tanith had wandered off to inspect a dandelion bud. "Do what?"
Zelda cursed under her breath.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 10:47 pm
Zelda scowled. She was watching Tanith flit in and out from among the branches of the mayday tree outside. Was this really fair? That Tanith, scatter-brained bubbledhead that she was, should be able to do such a thing as heal without any thought as all, while Zelda was still puzzling over what element she might be. She sighed heavily. "You know, honey, it isn't healthy to be so obviously jealous." Zelda turned and scowled at the pixacat who was stepping up onto the windowsill. The cat settled down to groom himself. "I'm not jealous." "Of course you're not." Her frown deepened. "Maybe I'm a little jealous," she admitted. "But it isn't very fair." "No, it's not. What are we talking about?" The cat eyed her curiously. "Never mind." Zelda turned away. "Look. You're Sunny's, so you can go pester her." "I'm not anyone's," yawned the cat. "Honey, I've only just arrived. I don't know about the politics going on." "Really?" "Really, honey. The others around here--gosh, there is a lot of us--don't seem to mind me moving in, so I guess I might stay." "What's your name?" Zelda peered at the cat curiously. She'd never actually sat down and had a conversation with one of the pixapets, to be honest; she'd been too busy chasing them out of her tent. "Don't have one yet." Wheels turned in her head. "Okay. Okay, I have an idea. I have a tent inside. If you need a place to stay, you can stay there, if you keep the other pixapets, and her," she gestured to Tanith, "out." The cat thought this over. "Seems like a good situation to me, honey. I rather like my privacy myself." "You need a name though..." "Do you have a suggestion?" Zelda peered at the cat and it's deep red fur. It reminded her, vaguely of... something... "Pomegrenate," she said presently. The cat blinked. "Odd name. I think I like it. Very well, Pomegrenate I shall be." 
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 9:07 pm
Tanith was perched happily in the branches of the potted plant, and she was singing.
Zelda had suffered long enough. She emerged from her tent, flew up to Tanith's level, and scowled. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"The singing! It's off-key! It's awful."
"I'm practicing so I'll get better."
"You won't get better."
"I will."
Zelda scratched the back of her head. "Tanith, why don't you go do it somewhere else?"
"But I like it here."
"Please?!"
Tanith smiled brightly and flitted away. Zelda sagged into the branched.
"You'll have to make some sort of peace with her," Pomegrenate said reasonably as he clambered up after his mistress.
"I won't."
"You might as well."
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 10:51 pm
((Current point total for transfer: 106))
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 8:59 pm
Life had been... well, quiet.
Mostly.
Zelda, with help from Pomegrenate, had been keeping Tanith out of her tent, and catching up on her reading, besides a little elemental practice--she still couldn't figure out what element she was. Tanith had been sleeping in her hammock about as often as anywhere else, but seemed to regard it as a home base, besides the fact that it was close to her beloved idol, Zelda.
After all, Tanith figured, Zelda was so smart, and so wonderful, and so pretty, and she was very lucky to live in the same house, let alone in the vicinity of the same potted plant.
"Guys. Tanith! Zelda!" Sunny peered into the living room. "You guys in here?"
Tanith was. She had been lazily daydreaming in her hammock, and the sudden sound of Sunny's voice caught her by surprise. She startled, and rolled out, and caught herself in mid-air. "Hi, Sunny!" she chirped.
"You know where Zelda is? The three of us gotta talk."
"I know where she is! I'll get her!"
Sunny disappeared back into the kitchen. Eventually, Tanith came into the room, half-dragging Zelda by the arm.
Sunny waited for them to arrange themselves on the table in front of her. Zelda crossed her arms. "What's this about?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
"Things have, um, sort of changed, around the feien shop," Sunny said. "Some... some military group's taken over."
"Oh, wow!" Tanith beamed.
"That sounds awful," Zelda scowled.
"I don't think it's going to affect us, so much," Sunny said. "I've arranged things so you're staying here, at least."
Tanith cheered and hugged Zelda tightly. Zelda rolled her eyes.
"Although, there is a small chance that you guys might get called on for breeding purposes."
"That's... an invasion of my rights," Zelda protested.
"Can I have your babies, Zelzel!"
"No! What's wrong with you?!"
"Small chance. Small," Sunny stressed. "It's part of the new administration or something. Not really much I can do about it." She shrugged.
"Well, fine." Zelda sat down on the tabletop, ignoring Tanith for the moment. "I don't like this. At all."
"It'll turn out great, Zelzel!" Tanith bubbled, and was ignored.
((Point total=109))
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 3:38 pm
"Sunny, we need to talk."
Sunny peered at Zelda, who had alighted gently upon her knee. "Yes?"
Zelda crossed her arms. "I want to go outside when I want to."
Sunny blinked. "I don't think I follow you."
"In order to go out, I have to ask you to open the door or window for me." Zelda wrinkled her nose. "I don't like that. I want you to build me a door of my own."
"I'm sorry?" Sunny tilted her head, a little off-guard at this request, delivered like an order.
"Like a pet door, though it doesn't have to be as large or even necessarily in the door. Something that will close and keep the cold air out."
"Er. I'll give it some thought."
"Good." Zelda nodded curtly, and fluttered off.
((New point total (error in counting) 78 + 30 for OOC posts=10 cool )
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 2:12 pm
"It's wonderful!" Tanith squealed. She clapped her hands.
"It'll do," Zelda agreed.
Sunny peered at Zelda out of the corner of her eye. "I am honoured by your gratitude," she said wryly, and opened up her toolbox to put her screwdrivers away.
The "door" they had settled on, after a few trips to hardware stores and pet stores, was indeed a petdoor, designed for cats. It could be opened either way, and sealed shut with magnetic strips. The magnets were strong enough to stay shut against the wind and keep the breeze mostly out, but weak enough that either of the feien could manage to push it open. It was, logically enough, next to the back door, near the floor..
Sunny had actually had to remove some of the magnetic strip in order to weaken the seal. Zelda was pointedly ignoring this fact.
Tanith squealed happily and clung to Zelda. Zelda shook her off, picked up her spear from where she had left it leaning against the wall, and hurried out; the door made a clunk behind her.
Sunny sighed and went back to cleaning up. Tanith perched on the edge of the box, poking at a line of screwdriver bits with her feet to watch.
"Don't do that, Tanith. You might cut your feet."
Tanith drew her foot back hastily.
((Point total=111))
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