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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:53 pm
The small man, obsessed with the dream sand, watched her, keeping his arms crossed over his chest. He watched her, for an agonizing amount of time, unmoving. Every once in a while, he would lift his voice to criticize her for picking up the wrong sand, or mixing the sand together, and sometimes, he would grunt and moan and groan and everything in-between.
But he mostly watched.
After a while, Yukiko would begin to notice that the differences were indeed becoming obvious. The regular sand had a rather, well... sandy tone to it. It was yellow, reflected of the sun and reminded of the summer months that they were still so far from now--though since it was the tropics and her son Adelphos had fixed the North Wind, it wasn't necessarily cold.
The dream sands, however?
They almost seemed like rainbows. When she picked them up, or a bunch of them up, they reflected of all sorts of light. Their texture was not quite as rough as the normal sand, smooth to the touch when clumped together in a way that felt like silk instead of sandpaper.
Something was definitely different about the dream sand ... and it was becoming more and more obvious.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:24 pm
She could feel the little man's eyes on her as she searched through the sands. At first it had been hard to tell which was which, but each time he spoke up to correct her, she noticed another difference that made the search easier. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she thought originally.
The normal sand was gritty against her palm, but the dream sand was smooth and soft. The dream sand was prettier, too, reflecting a rainbow of colors. She almost wished she could take some with her, to show Adelphos and Anteros...as long as he would still talk to her. Then again, she didn't really think the small man who was watching her so closely would allow her to take any with her.
The longer she dealt with the sand, the more differences she noticed. She wondered how dream sand was made, and what it did besides give pae dreams...
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 7:18 pm
As time went on, she would indeed find the differences were easier to spot. Something was certainly strange about the dream sands, and it was surprising that it was not obvious to her before. Perhaps it was because she calmed down and opened her eyes to what was around her?
Eventually, Yukiko would find that most of the sand was indeed back where it belonged...
That was, in the jar.
The odd little man watched her for a few more moments, before moving his hands around in the air. Some of the sand remaining on the ground moved up and into his hands, moving together in a rather dreamy swirl of color. Some of the sand flowed through the air into the jar, but other parts of the sand stayed in his hands, looking over it thoughtfully. He looked from her to the sand, from the sand to her, from her to the sand again.
And then he nodded.
"You have learned tonight, Yukiko, and for that I will give you my thanks for helping me. I would have never completed such a task on my own." His hands moved around the sand, forming and shaping, until they pulled away.
In their place, hovering in the air, was a bottle of multi-colored dream sand, attached to a small, rope like necklace. He moved his hands forward, and the necklace knotted itself around her neck.
"You will find this useful in coming days."
With that, the little man gestured back towards the Isle.
"You are free to go."
Strawberri Stardust just adding a small bit to this <3
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 12:26 am
It became easier and easier to separate the sands and sooner than she thought, she was finished. Something about picking through the sands had calmed her heart and calmed her thoughts. It was almost like she blinked and the jar was almost full. She gasped softly when the sand left on the beach began to move to the little man's hands. She watched him, only a little wary of what he might need next, but mostly hoping she had done well enough to go home.
The sand was beautiful as it swirled in his hands, the colors changing and shifting before her eyes. It was making her sleepy just watching. But then he nodded and she was awake again. She flushed a little, embarrassed that it had taken her so long to do what seemed so easy now. She leaned back to look at the jar of sand that not hung from her neck, reaching up to cup it in her hands. "Thank you," she murmured and looked up to smile at him, "And...if you need help with...counting the sands again, just let me know."
Yukiko was exhausted, and had inexcusably and completely missed Venus's party. At the moment, she didn't care. She would start caring again after she got some sleep. "Thank you," she said again and hesitated for just a moment before giving the strange little man a hug. And then she turned and took off, her tired wings taking her home.
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