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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:03 am
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01.15 CONTENTS
TODDLER
02.15 Dreams [Solo RP]
03.15 Snow [Solo RP]
04.15 Bracelets [Solo RP]
05.15 Wings [Solo RP]
06.15 Secrets [Solo RP]
07.15 Christmas Cookies and Icing[Solo RP]
08.15 Amy's Summary[Solo RP]
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:27 am
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DREAMS 
Maya ran through the trees, the moon lighting her way. But she didn’t need the light, not really. Her footsteps were quiet, the occasional crunch of a leaf or snap of a twig being the only signs that she was even here. She stopped, brushing long hair out of her eyes as she looked around her. It was safe here, quiet. Calm, as if the moon was looking out for her and making sure that no one would be followed her footsteps.
Safe…
Settling down against the base of the tree, Maya looked down at the tiny coins she held in her hand. A stupid myth to think that burying her with these coins on top of her eyes would stop her from coming back. A stupid myth her family had believed in enough to do so. There were other ways of stopping one from rising as a strigoi, but this was one of the cheapest, and thus her family had done so.
Heavy in her heart, emotion trembled. It felt thick, and greasy as it slithered and expanded. Anger, a little bit. Frustration, disgust. Maya shook her head, allowing the crimson hair to fall and shade her face. She would have blue eyes now. She knew enough about the legends to know that much.
The countdown had to begin from tonight.
Seven years. Seven years undetected, and then maybe she could become human again. Shuddering at the thought, she clutched at herself, trying to make herself smaller. What had the legends said about what she could do? Shape shifting, invisibility and…
The sound of a crash came from far away, but it had Maya spin around, watching as torches bobbed across the distance.
They had found her empty grave then.
Getting up, Maya scowled at the coins, and yet could not bear to throw them away. They were the only remnants of her family now.
Seven years. She had to get away for seven years…
Maya came awake with a shuddering gasp, blinking as she took in the moonlight that drifted into her bedroom. She shuddered, disliking the way it reminded her of the dream she had just had. For it had been a dream, a crazy one. The woman she had been in her dream had been bigger, grown up the way Amy was grown up. There was no way it was real.
… Right?
Turning on the night light next to her bed, Maya hesitated at the thought of calling Amy.
It had only been a nightmare…
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:29 am
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SNOW
Maya peeked out at the snow, wrapping the large woollen scarf around her neck as she pushed open the door with her foot. It was untouched, and beautiful. Looking back in the house, she grinned. It was still early morning, and Amy was asleep: but she wouldn’t mind. At least, Maya hoped not.
Dreams had kept her up half the night, dreams she didn’t understand, and so she wanted to clear her mind with something soft and fluffy, with something innocent and fun. Snow was the answer, the blizzard last night having blanketed the front garden in something like looked like icing.
Mmm… icing. Maya would ask Amy later if they could bake a cake. Something nice and sweet, with white icing.
Stepping out gingerly in her boots, she looked around. She had no need for her toys today, nor a need for the people she now called friends. It was going to be her. Just her, and the lovely snow. Making a single track down to the middle of the yard, she stopped, pausing before flinging herself back onto the soft layers and spreading her arms and legs wide.
Amy had told her this was the way she could create a snow angel, and she wanted to. She wanted a single angel to dance on the snow the way she wanted to, except she was too heavy to actually dance ON the surface.
Pausing, she lay there for a moment, staring at the sky. The sun was coming up and it was a beautiful touch of gray and pink, with the subtle bite in the air that spoke of more cold weather to come. She didn’t mind. In fact, through all the layers she had pulled on, she had to admit she wasn’t cold at all.
Well, maybe her face, just a little bit.
Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath. It felt good to do nothing more than to lie in the snow, and she was having a good enough time that it didn’t concern her that the other reason her eyes were closing was because she was tired.
Dreams… or nightmares. The sun was coming up now, and there was no room for either. A new day was going to start, and what better than to clear her mind of all the foggy half screams and instead enjoy it as a new beginning.
Snow.
Snow would clear her mind.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 9:20 am
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BRACELETS
Amy leaned over Maya’s shoulder and nodded, helping the young girl slip the brown ribbon through the crocheted wrist cuff.
“Who is this for, honey?” she asked, pausing as she watched her young toddler untangle the length of brown ribbon. Amy had down the white cuff itself, but it was Maya’s work. Maya who had picked the yarn and who had asked her mother to help her make a present.
“Riina.” She answered, nodding her head as she frowned in concentration. It was harder than it looked, and as she made sure that the ribbon was spaced evenly through the holes she grinned. “Riina made me this.” She flashed the sugar pearl bracelet on her wrist, the one she had refused to take off until now.
Amy laughed. “As long as you’re having a good time.” She leaned over again, tying the ribbon into a bow at the end. “She’ll like this.”
Maya frowned, looking at the finished work. She was proud of it, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the way Riina had done it, creating something out of nothing. “Not magic.”
Amy laughed, hugging her daughter from behind. “It’s magic enough child.” She said lightly, putting away the extra ribbons Maya had been going through before choosing the brown one. “I’m sure she’ll enjoy receiving this as a present, alright?”
Maya nodded her head, which reminded Amy. She had ordered the Christmas tree to arrive tomorrow, and she still had go contact her brothers about pulling the Christmas decorations out of the cellar. It would be their first Christmas together, and Amy was looking forward to it.
“Do you want to make more?” she asked, watching as Maya brightened. She laughed. She would teach her daughter how to make the simple wrist cuffs soon too, but maybe it would be too complicated for now. “Why don’t we learn how to braid ribbons?”
That would be nice. Displaying the different colours in family groups, she paused as she looked over at her strigoi. “What colors would you like to use?”
Maya deviated immediately to the warmer family tones, pausing as she pinked crimson, maroon, and then a white. “This.” She said proudly, looking back with shining eyes. “Present.”
Amy smiled, laughing. “Alright, I’ll make one in blue then, alright. I’ll show you how to braid it… its not too hard.”
Maya nodded her head.
Christmas presents. Charming.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 9:42 am
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WINGS
Maya eyed the mechanical bird that sat on the edge of her desk, frowning as she watched the way the wings moved. The bird was still transparent, and she had never come up with a color she wanted to paint it. But the bird was called Ace, and that was all that mattered to the toddler for now.
She remembered the way she had caused the tail to appear, she had tried so hard after that, but it seemed as far as she could get was the tail. Maybe it was the lack of practice, maybe it was because the cat wasn’t what she was supposed to turn into. So she eyed the bird instead, wondering if it would be possible. If she could make the tail of a cat, could she become a bird as well? The beak would be a funny addition to her face, or maybe even the wings… although it would be heavy, if her entire arms became wings.
Pausing, she cocked her head to one side, mimicking the way the bird was watching her from its perch.
“Ace, do you think it will work?”
Amy was out for the day: why she wanted to keep this a secret from her mother, she did not know. Maybe it was because she wasn’t good enough at it yet. She wanted it to be perfect before letting her mother know the new tricks she had learnt.
Pausing, she concentrated, closing her eyes as she thought of wings. She imagined her arms shifting, becoming narrower, and lighter as well. She imagined tiny little feathers growing from her flesh, growing larger and larger until they were fully developed feathers of an adult bird, rather than the fuzz of a chick. She imagined this with closed eyes, of having russet coloured wings to fly with, one day.
She imagined this all, and opened her eyes again.
With a pause, she stared at her left arm, and felt a wave of disappointment. No, not it hadn’t worked. She scratched her head with her other hand, frowning as she tried to figure out a way to make it work for her. Feathers got in the way and tickled her ears, and she frowned, swatting it away only to feel the pain.
The pain….
Looking over at the other hand, she let out a tiny squeak. Feathers! In fact, the lower half of her arm dripped with rust colours feathers, if only half formed.
She grinned slowly.
Step one, success.
Now to just make sure her entire arm could become a wing.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 9:51 am
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SECRETS
Maya eyed the mechanical bird that sat on the edge of her desk, frowning as she watched the way the wings moved. The bird was still transparent, and she had never come up with a color she wanted to paint it. But the bird was called Ace, and that was all that mattered to the toddler for now.
She remembered the way she had caused the tail to appear, she had tried so hard after that, but it seemed as far as she could get was the tail. Maybe it was the lack of practice, maybe it was because the cat wasn’t what she was supposed to turn into. So she eyed the bird instead, wondering if it would be possible. If she could make the tail of a cat, could she become a bird as well? The beak would be a funny addition to her face, or maybe even the wings… although it would be heavy, if her entire arms became wings.
Pausing, she cocked her head to one side, mimicking the way the bird was watching her from its perch.
“Ace, do you think it will work?”
Amy was out for the day: why she wanted to keep this a secret from her mother, she did not know. Maybe it was because she wasn’t good enough at it yet. She wanted it to be perfect before letting her mother know the new tricks she had learnt.
Pausing, she concentrated, closing her eyes as she thought of wings. She imagined her arms shifting, becoming narrower, and lighter as well. She imagined tiny little feathers growing from her flesh, growing larger and larger until they were fully developed feathers of an adult bird, rather than the fuzz of a chick. She imagined this with closed eyes, of having russet coloured wings to fly with, one day.
She imagined this all, and opened her eyes again.
With a pause, she stared at her left arm, and felt a wave of disappointment. No, not it hadn’t worked. She scratched her head with her other hand, frowning as she tried to figure out a way to make it work for her. Feathers got in the way and tickled her ears, and she frowned, swatting it away only to feel the pain.
The pain….
Looking over at the other hand, she let out a tiny squeak. Feathers! In fact, the lower half of her arm dripped with rust colours feathers, if only half formed.
She grinned slowly.
Step one, success.
Now to just make sure her entire arm could become a wing.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 9:53 am
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CHRISTMAS COOKIES AND ICING
Maya eyed the cookies sitting on the counter and smiled. They looked awfully delicious. Amy had tried to explain to her just what Christmas meant, but all she got out of it was that all the stores and the streets were suddenly decorated with pretty lights, and then had a tree inside the house that was decorated with fragile little round balls, as well as lights that danced and glimmered throughout the night.
It was a pretty holiday, that much she would admit. Christmas was still far away enough that Maya felt as if it would be forever before she got to enjoy it.
Not that it mattered. For some reason, Christmas also seemed to imply candy and chocolate and cookies every day. Now THIS was something the small strigoi could enjoy to the fullest, no questions asked.
She paused as she looked over to see Amy putting another batch of cookies into the oven. She giggled. This batch was strange, green and long shaped. Amy had said that they were matcha flavoured cat tongues, which sounded weird enough to her. But the house smelled good, and she had simple sugar cookies cut out in the shape of stars and circles in front of her to play with.
Apparantley, not only were the cookies supposed to be eaten every day, but she got to play with them as well. Fully. It was called icing, tasted good on its own, came in several colors and allowed something called sprinkles to cling to the top half.
Christmas was by far Maya’s favourite holiday. Even more than Halloween.
“Maya? Be careful. Its still quite hot.”
Maya looked up from where Amy was walking towards her with the empty bowl of cookie dough. She wrinkled her nose. The green batch was too bitter for her: besides, she was still quite full from all the extra cookie dough she had swiped from the other bowls.
“Full.” She answered instead, to be met with Amy’s happy peals of laughter.
This was what Christmas was supposed to be all about, wasn’t it?
“Would you like to ice these babies with me?” Amy asked, rearranging the different bowls holding different coloured icing around the two of them, like an artist with his palette of pain.
Maya brightened. “Icing!” she exclaimed, rather excited at the thought.
Amy smiled. “Come, and then you’ll have something to give your friends after.”
Well, that sounded even better.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 9:54 am
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AMY'S SUMMARY
Dear Diary,
I’ve arranged for my family to come meet Maya in a couple of days. I’m incredibly, incredibly nervous about this: what if she doesn’t grow close to them, what if she bites them?! They’ve all agreed to come for dinner in four nights: wow… that makes me sound really old fashioned. But I am a little bit nervous.
Have I said that already?
Her new dress has arrived, as well as her new jewellery. I’m going to have her try it on tomorrow morning, and see if it needs any adjustments. Its rather pretty, a little bit complicated but not too princess-like. I think it will suit her.
Maya’s hair is longer now, and now that she has learnt how to braid, mostly in a little bit of a mess. That makes it sound worse than it actually is… I just mean she does like to braid it, unbraid it, rebraid it… and sometimes only a couple of sections, which means I’ve got a big red hairball to deal with in the bath.
She’s just as secretive as ever, but there is excitement in her eyes when she talks about going to her room. I think she’s preparing something. Call it mothers intuition, but that’s what it feels like to me. I hope I’m right, and that I haven’t been wrong all this time…
She still holds onto her chew toy, but I think as a toddler her biting happens have lessened. I haven’t had to buy a replacement, and its still the old one, Mr. Dragon.
She talks about meeting her friends again, and I’m hoping to oblige her soon. Depending on the way this meeting goes with my family… well. Who knows, maybe they’ll like her so much they’ll want to move in with me.
Joke, Diary. It’s a joke…don’t curse me with anything I can’t handle.
Twice already in the middle of the night, I’ve heard her wake up and sigh. I don’t know what its about, and she hasn’t cried or anything. I think it might be a dream that wakes her… but she doesn’t seem worse for wear, so I’m not quite sure what I can do. I can’t exactly approach her and confront her about something like this, can I?
Sometimes motherhood is too difficult for me to handle…
My Maya has been with me for a while, and she’s growing. I haven’t done anything terrible to her yet… so I suppose I’m not a bad mother.
Knock on wood.
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