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 Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:06 pm
"It's good that you're happy with what you are, Proud Weasel Roule. A myth is like a story, things that are made up. Like imaginary friends, and unicorns. Things that are made with magic." She explained, hoping he wouldn't take that to mean that she herself was magic, since there was certainly nothing magical about her. Average, that's what she was, and she was just fine with that.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:12 pm
  "So.. you magic?" Roule's grin grew larger. He was right! Liang was actually magical! Or.. at least had magical properties. She might even be able to make a dragon appear with her brush! ..or paper. Whatever.
"Wait.." He replied, something hitting him. Made up? "Den.. are you made up too?" He cocked his head and poked her lightly. She was real. At least, she felt real. Right? Liang looked real and felt real, so wasn't she real? He didn't get the myth stuff.. It was kinda weird. How could things that were made up still exist? It was like.. clashing ideas. Shrugging it off, Roule reasoned that Liang must exist somewhere between THERE and NOT THERE. Satisfied with that, he sat and watched her start to paint.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:25 pm
She figured she might as well not waste the paper, even if it was a bit smeared, and had drawn out a bottle of grey ink, starting to trace the line of mountains far in the background of the picture. "Well, I'm not magical, but my DNA is, I think. Like the Feng-Huang lived forever, but I'm not going to. And I'm not really like, made up. I just meant that some people think Feng-Huangs exist and some don't, it's all a matter of what you believe."
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:34 pm
Watching in a daze, the boy's ears perked at the word. "Live.. forever..? Is... dere someting dat can do dat..?" Roulette considered that. You could never die! You'd always be there, and you could always see things! That would be nice.. to live forever. You wouldn't have to worry about .. going away. Ever.
"Ohhhh.." He said, realizing what she meant. "Ne, I tink Liang eckzitz.. You do right?" The boy needed confirmation. He'd prefer to know if he wasn't talking to ... well, thin air? If he was, he'd be so embarrased. But Liang was prettier than anything he could just cook up with his imagination.. She probably did exist then afterall. He hopefully didn't have to worry about that.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:51 pm
Liang nodded, lightly brushing in a fog over the tops of the mountains, "I suppose anything's possible." She took a calm breath, showing him a maternal smile. It was nice to have someone younger than her asking questions, especially when she could answer them. "Yeah, I exist, I'm pretty sure I do at least." She chimed, "I believe in myths, other people do to."
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 11:49 pm
He watched her brushstrokes.. Wee.. It was quite hypnotizing really, and Roule found himself getting more dazed the more he looked at them. Whatever he said were replied in half-awake whispers, hushed and quiet.
"Mmm.. Yea.. anything's possible.." murmured the boy, "dat's good.. I tot so 'cuz I cantuh tink of prettier things.." His breathing was light and in long strokes, signifying that he was calm, for once.
"Mi..ths. They sound.. interesting?" At least she had given him confirmation. He really wasn't too secure about this whole myths thing. What if he was a myth? Then, did he exist? Roule stopped thinking for a second. It was hurting his brain and making him dizzy. This sort of thing wasn't supposed to be thought of by four year olds. "I thin I believe in dem too..haha."
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 12:23 am
Liang blushed lightly, darkening her stroke a bit, "Thank you Roule, that's very sweet of you." Realizing he seemed to be dozing off, she did have to admit that she liked him better quiet than hyper though, she smiled. "Hey, how would you like to try?" She asked, offering him the brush, "I'll hold your hand and help if you want, it's really easy." He seemed entertained enough by the 'magic' painting, so maybe he'd like trying it for himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 9:06 am
He nodded slightly, murmuring a light "yes." Letting the offer mull over in his head for a few seconds to clear it up, the boy responded with a, "But what if I ruin it..? I clumsy." The weasel pointed to himself a few times. He knew how clumsy he was in a few situations, especially under pressure. It was slightly embarrasing most of the time, but he had simply been curious and ended up rather.. yeah.
"And I not magic.." He said again, looking at the sheet. If he did it, would it 'deactivate' the magic? Or did Liang have enough magic for both of them to share? The boy didn't want to touch it unless he knew that Liang could transfer her magic or could share it.. He wanted the charm to work, of course. Maybe only Liang could do it. He didn't really mind if it was only her, but it'd be nice to try... But he wasn't magical whatsoever.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 10:23 am
She shook her head, lifting up one of his hands, "Don't worry, I'll keep my hand on yours. You won't ruin it, even if the ink seeps a bit. It's the intention behind it that makes it work." The bird girl had gained a bit of understanding for younger children, from helping with Tangia and the twins' girl, Ardice. It may have be fueled by her own maternal instinct, but had she just met him, it wouldn't have kicked in. This was when she was her happiest, taking care of someone, even if it was just for fun. "Just hold the brush like this," she instructed, demonstrating a light fingertip hold before offering it to him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 5:21 pm
Nodding, he attempted to mimick the finger position. It wasn't very comfortable, he decided. It'd probably hurt if you do it for a long time. He wasn't one for positions or pre-designed things, he was one of impulse and spontaneanity. Oh well.
Swishing an invisible brush back and forth, he tried not to wince. How could anyone right like his? The pale boy had always grabbed the crayon or marker with his fist and drew like that. It was much more comfortable! I mean, if someone just did this all the time.. Glancing at Liang for a moment, the boy decided to bust it out for a few minutes, at least. He was going to be magical, even if only for a few minutes! The thought excited him. At least he knew, with Liang, she wouldn't let his dragon-charm get ruined, not like the first one had.
After much shuffling and attempting to get into a better decision, the weasel decided on a folding position with his head resting on the elbow. Swishing the brush.. his arm was getting tired now.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 10:46 am
For the first few strokes, Liang kept her hand wrapped around his, more straightening out his motion than directing out. Then, she let go, still staying close to him. He was doing good, especially since it was his first time. And holding the brush like that could be hard. She hadn't really thought about it, since that was how she held it now, but it had taken her nearly a month of constant practice to learn to hold it like that without it hurting. Well, he seemed to be doing alright, and if it was hurting he could always move it around. "You're doing beautifully," she chimed, setting her hand back over his, "Would you like to put some of your own magic in it?" He seemed to like the thought of magic, so she might as well play along with it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 9:14 pm
Roule hadn't really noticed that Liang had taken off her hand. He continued to wisp along, following the trail of the letter the girl had told him about. It was getting easier, though he still felt a bit awkward holding the brush. His fingers were numb from the strange sensation already though, so he didn't notice much. The weasel stuck out his tongue in slight frustration, attempting to get the stroke the right way. How did Liang do it? It was so difficult! She must have really nimble fingers.. thought the pale boy, scowling.
At the mention of the "M" word, Roule perked up considerably, removing the brush from the page. Nodding eagerly, the small child shifted his weight to a more comfortable position and beamed. He had magic? He hadn't known that, even himself! But honestly, there was no way that he had magic.. Roulette wasn't "magical" at all! Curiousity kills the cat, right?
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 9:37 pm
Smiling, Liang tightened her grip on his hand a bit. This was easy, and it seemed to be a good thing for him. It made him calm at least, "Just close your eyes and think about what you really, really want." Things worked if you believed they worked, right? Like Santa Claus, and the Tooth Fairy, they weren't real. But it was nice to believe. "And we're going to go over the lines you've already done, ok? So don't worry about messing up, I'll guide your hand," she explained, feeling more serene than she had in a long while. It had been a while since she had had a chance to help someone, it was nice though.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 4:19 pm
Nodding, Roule squeezed his eyes shut. Dragen dragen dragggggen! Letting Liang do what she wanted with his hand, he thought about the colour.. how big.. He actually hadn't put any thought to it.. A white dragen perhaps? Prettiest. Giving himself to that thought, the weasel let the girl's hand slide over his. She was very good at this.. He felt all tingly, like there was magic working. Opening one eye and staring down, he beamed. It looked pretty good! Liang was awesome at it afterall.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 5:43 pm
"That's perfect," she assured him, watching carefully as he started to smile, "I'm sure you'll get what you're wishing for." Getting a sudden serious look she warned, "But don't tell a soul. If they don't believe you then the magic will think you don't believe it either, and it'll try to escape." She was running off a story she'd been told when she had first come home with Miss Ul, but she couldn't remember the name of it. It felt more like she was spinning the tale herself, but she knew she wasn't creative enough to do something like that.
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