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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 12:21 pm
November 05, 2004~
Amalthea concentrated, hard. A fine sheen of ice lay crackling over her skin, a mixture of frozen water and sweat... her armor against the sun.
If she was going to become one with her dear Rakuen, she was also going to have to go outside in the sun. That much was clear. Kree had sardonically suggested that she go at night, but Amal had brushed off that suggestion. She needed to be prepared just in case the sun did happen to be a factor.
So she had trained, hard. She had practiced by huddling on the edges of sunbeams until she felt dry and parched and had to spend the next two hours curled into a glass of ice water. Then she'd hit on the idea of using Chilly Touch to freeze a layer of ice over her.... the ice crackled and bent when she moved, but refroze fairly quickly.
It was not perfect. For one thing, she couldn't cover her face much, she HAD to breathe and see... nor could she cover her wings. And the ice tended to fall off even if she held her limbs perfectly still and beat only her wings, a stiff icicle in flight. A huge chunk of ice slid off of her arm halfway across the sunbeam, and she twitched and shook. But it was better than nothing, right?
"She found some motivation," Kree observed to Sosiqui, who was quietly watching the Feien from across the room.
"Yes... I think visiting Shalafi and Yeande did do her some good. I think she's coming out of her shell."
"By making a literal one," Kree snorted, flipping one wing.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 11:44 am
November 10, 2004~
The doorbell rang, breaking both Amalthea's concentration and her ice shell. "Gah!" she shrieked in frustration, clawing the remaining bits of ice off of herself before flitting out to the entry hall, shedding ice flakes all the way.
She landed behind a vace in the foyer and peered out as Sosiqui answered the door. The visitor was a woman she didn't recognize, dressed in flowing robes. Eh, boring. She quietly flitted away again, back to her workshop.
Mister Cat meowed sleepily at her as she slipped into the terra-cotta pot. "I'll be ready soon, I think," she told him, scratching him behind one ear. He purred and stretched under her hands. "When I come back, I'll have Rakuen with me forever."
She heard the door close, and Sosiqui coming down the hall. Curious, she poked her head out the top of the pot. "Who was that?" she called out as Sosiqui passed.
The woman shrugged. "Not sure. Anna something? She had the wrong house."
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 9:39 pm
November 15th, 2004~
"Let me get this straight." Sosiqui loomed over Amalthea, her face contorted with conflicting emotions. "You want to go see Julius so you can merge with the gemstone."
"R-rakuen. His n-name is R-rakuen," Amalthea stammered. The Feien was sitting atop the ice cube tray, wrapped in a washcloth that was soaked with ice water. Sweat still poured off her face, though, and there was a smell of smoke about her.
"Rakuen. Whatever. So you... you try to get Kree to TURN ON THE MICROWAVE WITH YOU IN IT?"
"It makes things hot, I wanted to see..." Amal whimpered.
"I didn't," Kree interjected, flipping hir head out from under one wing.
"And if you had, I'd have roasted you too!" Sosiqui raged at the Dream. "At the very LEAST you could have told me! And so YOU-" and she whirled on Amalthea again - "decide that TURNING ON THE STOVE IS A GOOD PLAN?!"
Amalthea looked down and huddled closer into the washcloth.
"You could have BURNED YOUR WINGS OFF. You could have PRACTICALLY DIED. DAMN, AMALTHEA." One hand slammed down on the table, making the Feien shake harder. "I appreciate your willingness to go out and do something new, but this is OVERKILL. And I don't want that to be LITERAL!"
"I need to be ready. For Rakuen-"
"Rakuen. Rakuen, Rakuen... Amalthea, you are talking about a rock. A chunk of glass! A corpse, if you must! The Feien is DEAD!"
Amalthea stood up abruptly, teetering on the ice. "He is NOT!" she yelled, shrilly. Her lower lip trembled.
Then she zipped out from underneath the washcloth, and was out of the kitchen before Sosiqui could fill her lungs to yell any more.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 10:04 am
November 16th, 2004~
Amalthea groused in her 'workroom', arms wrapped around Rakuen, trying to ignore the sly voice of Kree. The Dream was perched on top of the pot, hir metallic claws occasionally scraping the sides. "The stove is hotter than the sun at this distance, you know. You should read more books."
"I was experimenting." Amal rocked back and forth.
"The microwave would explode you like a bomb. Poof, fairy bits everywhere. Horrible mess." The dream clucked; metal scraped on terra-cotta.
"Why are you so mean?"
"Mean? I'm not MEAN, little flutterbutt." Kree shifted atop the pot. "I'm trying to get it into your head that you need some balance in your life. Everything you do, you overkill it. First it was those movies with the elves and orcs, now it's Rakuen, and the sun... you keep going too far. With everything."
Amalthea closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against Rakuen's cool surface, her horn clicking as it tapped the gem. "I was curious-"
"Curiosity killed the cat, or the Feien. Old words, but true." The pot rocked a little as Kree moved again. "Find a new method, little fairy. Use that brain I know you have. You used to research like crazy, everything, and now instead of reading books you try to fry yourself?"
"Books don't understand," Amal said, quietly. "No ice Feien wrote a book."
"I'd wager no ice Feien ever turned on the stove or thought of microwaving themselves either," Kree chortled. "You're exaggerating your fear, too..."
"Just go away," she mumbled.
There was more rustling, then a horrible screeching noise as Kree flexed hir talons and pushed off of the pot, making it tilt crazily before settling back. "Listen to what I said, even if you don't like it," the dream admonished, from somewhere above the pot. "You don't have to like the truth, but it's still the truth whether it meets your approval or not."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2004 12:36 pm
November 19th, 2004~
Amalthea really hated taking Kree's advice; for one thing, the Dream would give her this LOOK. This "finally listening to my superior wisdom, are you?" look.
It was so annoying. The little Feien shot a glare in Kree's direction. They were all in the den, now, with Sosiqui curled up on the couch with some novel or other, and Kree perched on the windowsill. Amalthea had a library book out in front of her. Although she hadn't gone to the library, she'd told her bonded what she wanted. So. Plenty of books about ice, and cold, and 'science'. Sosiqui said 'science' was the closest thing in the library to magic, and that her magic ice should follow the rules of science.
Whatever.
Amalthea stood up and turned the page, tugging at the paper until it flipped to the next spread. She read the words carefully, making mental notes. "Did you know," she said after a few minutes, "that in some places it's dark for six months at a time?"
"Yep," Sosiqui said, turning a page in her own book. "It's also LIGHT for six months at a time." Amalthea shuddered. "Can't have one without the other. Nothing would live in a place with no sun, at least nothing you'd want to meet."
"I would," Amalthea groused, getting up to flip the next page. At least one useful thing she'd learned - right now it was turning into winter-season, when the sun was far away and not as hot. It might even snow! That sounded fantastic. The whole world covered in ice, all cold... yes, that was the way to live! It would be perfect if it snowed when she went out to see Julius, but she couldn't count on it.
"Maybe there are lots of Ice Feien that live in the snowy places, in little villages," she informed Sosiqui. "I bet there are."
"Maybe," Sosiqui acknowledged, distantly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2004 3:48 pm
(OOC) Amalthea Explained Thanks to Jaes for allowing me to use this concept. n_nAmalthea's Personality: Naive - Showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgment. Amalthea tends to assume a whole lot, and not to question her pre-concieved ideas about how the world works. She also occasionally does really stupid stuff because she assumed something and didn't care to look into it further to make sure she really understood what was going on. Curious - Eager to learn more. Amalthea wants to know about everything. The only problems is that her knowledge tends to be partial, an inch deep and a mile wide. Unless she's really, really interested in the subject, she'll usually just brush the surface and then move on to the next shiny object. Except in rare cases, she's satisfied with some trivia to 'prove' how clever she is, and tends to only research things that are beneficial or entertaining to her. Willful - Obstinately bent on having one's own way. Amalthea wants it her way, and she wants it now, with no arguements. If she thinks something is correct, than it is correct and no amount of convincing will teach her otherwise. She's extremely stubborn and can be bullheaded if she gets riled up enough. Skeptical - Marked by or given to doubt; questioning. Amalthea is prone to say "are you SURE?" when anybody tells her something - and also prone to go and do whatever-it-is anyway, just to be certain. However, she rarely questions ideas or thoughts that she comes up with on her own. Amalthea's Stats: Strength: 4. Amalthea is a bit less than average strength. The most she can do is tote Rakuen around, which she does partially through strength and partially through sheer stubbornness. Dexterity: 5. Average. Amalthea can do things like wield her rapier, although not with any remarkable skill. Stamina: 4. A bit below average. Amalthea tires a bit more easily than most, and has a hard time with long-haul flights. Wisdom: 3. Fairly low. Amalthea doesn't have the most common sense in the world. Intelligence: 5. Average. Amalthea is clever enough, but not astonishingly so.. nor is she particularly stupid or dull. Charisma: 7. Above-average. Amalthea is pretty appealing and has a bright smile, if she'd only get out and use it on people more often. Speed: 8. High. Amalthea is pretty darn fast when she wants to be, especially in the air. Magic: 10. Extremely high. Amalthea can constantly feel magic buzzing around her, and often complains that it itches or tickles unless she's actively using it. Luck: 9. High. Amalthea is quite lucky when she gets herself into situations requiring it, although it tends to save her from her own lack of common sense more than anything else. Other Physical Information: Amalthea's short stature is a mutation. n_n See the Feien Height Chart to see her size in comparison to other Feien.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 3:03 pm
December 19th, 2004~
Amalthea skidded gleefully through the snow, stopping to plunge deep into drifts occasionally, wriggling around like a hyperactive puppy. Now this... THIS was how the world should be all the time! Wonderful snow on the ground, ice in the gutters, frost on the windows... it was like heaven.
Something in her mind was whispering that now, when it seemed the whole world was locked in chill, would be a good time to go see Julius... but she was merrily ignoring it. It was so glorious out here, so fun. It made her feel more alive than she ever had before. The freezer was nothing in comparison.
The Feien giggled as she flitted out of a snowbank, flakes flying from her buzzing wings, the drawstrings of the gemstone's bag clutched tightly in her hands. "Isn't this great, Rakuen?" she called, looking down at the sack dangling below her. She landed deftly on the doorstep and untied the bag. "Look, the whole world sparkles like my wings. And like you," she added, almost shyly, as she pulled the gem out into the chill air. She carefully lumped up a pile of snow and nestled Rakuen into it before rocketing back into the air, swirling up high to dance dizzy circles around an icicle formation that had formed on the gutter.
Really, there was no good reason why the world shouldn't be just like this, all the time. With the cold air caressing her, the sun's cruel warmth dampened to nothing by the welcome chill of snow and ice... "No wonder the hyoomans call it a giving season," she sang happily to herself. Sosiqui and Kree were inside around the fireplace - what a horrid idea.
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas... la da de da da da da dooo...."
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2004 9:22 pm
December 22nd, 2004~
"Come in, Amalthea. Come inside. Hmph." Amathea muttered to herself. She was quite happy out here in the snow, thank you very much, moreso since the temperature inside the house had risen due to the cold weather. Fortunately, Sosiqui had sighed and agreed, with the caveat that the Feien sleep inside some sort of structure. The human had set up an old terra-cotta planting pot, leaning it on its side on the doorstoop and propping it up with bricks so it woudln't roll away.
With the light from the moon off the snow - not to mention the Christmas lights - it was perfect. Amalthea sighed happily, her breath forming a brief plume in front of her face, and leaned against Rakuen's bag. "Isn't this great? It's so perfect. I hope you like it." She idly reached and touched the gemstone.
The chilled surface made her shiver, pleasantly so. She tugged the gem out of the bag and laid across it on her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth. "I'm so happy... we're out here, just you and me, and it's so cold and nice..." She traced her finger across the stone, making faint frost patterns crackle across the surface for a moment before they faded away.
Then she rolled over, and the cool gem pressed against her back, seeming to tingle right below her wings. She shivered again... even more pleasantly. "Oh, I like that," she said, sounding surprised. "I like that a lot. Do it again." She reached back and pressed one hand awkwardly against the gem, then tickled the same spot, right where her wings met her back, with her own cold fingers.
Shiver.
Ooh...
She sat up suddenly, feeling electrified - awake, and alive. Vividly aware of the cool air against her skin, and of Rakuen's chilled surface underneath her legs. "I like that a whole lot."
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 7:59 pm
December 30th, 2004~
"Intelligence. Courage. Bravery... kindness, joy, goodwill, generosity... blah." Amalthea kicked at the page of the book she was reading, and winced as the edge of the paper bit into her skin a little bit. "Ow." She sat down at once, curling and chilling her hands at once to rub them over the tiny cut. The skin numbed pleasantly under her touch, and she grinned, making a mental note to stab the offending page with her rapier later.
Intelligence, courage, bravery, etcetera... those were all things that were supposed to make you strong. She needed to be strong for her quest, for Rakuen...
Rakuen means paradise, Sosiqui had told her. A fitting name.
Must you do everything in your life for that chunk of rock? Amalthea frowned again as she remembered Kree's sardonic words. Don't you do anything for yourself?
He's not a chunk of rock, he's Rakuen, she'd responded. Kree had just snickered as shi flew away.
Don't I do anything for myself?
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 1:00 pm
January 2nd, 2005~
"No." Amalthea raised her chin and glared at her human bond. "I don't want it."
"It's not YOURS," Sosiqui said, calmly considering the circumstances. "It's mine to care for and bond with when the Feien emerges. This house is immense for Feien. If you don't ever want to interact with it... that's your choice."
"But I don't WANT it." The Feien stamped one foot, twisting her face into a petulant scowl.
"You can't be scared of other Feien forever... besides, maybe it'll be another Ice Feien or something. You liked Shalafi and... er, met Yeande, right? Was that so bad?"
Amalthea thought. Shalafi had been nice. He was very friendly and easy to be around. Yeande... not so easy to be around, but she hadn't been mean, either.
Anyway, it wasn't Feien that she was scared of, exactly... "I'm not scared of it," she said. "But if it's a hot element, I'll hurt it."
"Amalthea! You'll do no such thing," Sosiqui scolded. "Besides, there are only two 'hot elements'... three, if you count Light, but light doesn't have to be hot. Odds are against it, really."
"How many cold?" Amalthea held up one hand and started counting. "Ice, Cold, um... Darkness could be cold... Water? Water's more like Ice than Heat, right?"
"I suppose so." Sosiqui brought the bloom and a full ice tray over to the kitchen counter. Amalthea flopped on top of the ice as the human carefully put the new bloom down in an empty glass bowl. "If you don't want anything to do with that, I can't make you... but I wish you would."
"Maybe," Amalthea groused. It made sense to be nice, she supposed. It wouldn't be much fun if the new Feien hated her, and she hated it back. "What can we do with it? Isn't it kind of boring?" She peered at the bloom, the petals distorted through the curve of the glass.
"Well, we can try and figure out what element it is. That way we can care for it better."
"Ice! Ice!" Amalthea flitted upright, abruptly, and bounced up and down on the ice tray.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 1:16 pm
Testing the Bloom...
"This is what I did for your bloom, Amalthea. Watch carefully. The best thing I found was to surround it with examples of the elements and try to narrow it down by the bloom's responses." Sosiqui carefully carried the glass bowl, with the bloom resting inside, into the bathroom. "In here is a good place. It's easier to clean up on tile than carpet."
Amalthea landed on top of the faucet, slipping down to sit straddling the spout. "How will you do that?" She watched with interest as Sosiqui put the bowl down, then left the room and returned with a handful of odd objects.
"The elements. I'll test for the main ones first - earth, air, water, light, darkness, heat, and cold."
"What about ice?"
"Well, I figured out you liked the cold when the water your bloom was in got really cold... and I worked from there." Sosiqui grinned at the Feien. It was good to see her really interested in something that wasn't her gemstone. "This is just the first step, and hopefully we can narrow it down from here."
"Okay... so how do we do it?"
"Like this, at first... we can't test for them all at once, but we'll do what we can to start out with." Sosiqui carefully moved the bowl until it was in the center of the bathroom counter space, underneath the countertop mirror. Then she unscrewed a few of the bulbs around the mirror, until the inside of the bathroom was dimly lit. "Shade. Not light, but not dark... a good start."
Amalthea inched further down the faucet, away from the fading warmth of the lightbulbs. "And?"
"Water." Sosiqui turned on the faucet, drenching Amalthea's legs, and filled a small paper cup with water, then placed it two inches from the bloom. "Earth..." A crumbled handful of damp dirt from outside was put just opposite the water cup. "Air we'll test for later, I think... but heat, light, and fire we can work with. I'm going to light a match."
Amalthea squeaked and flew up off the faucet and tangled herself in the shower curtain. Sosiqui rolled her eyes, struck the match, and lit a small votive candle that she placed between the water and dirt. "Okay."
"Okay?" The Feien peered out from behind the curtain.
"Yes. Now we're going to go away and see what happens."
"I want to watch."
Sosiqui raised one eyebrow. "Well... you can if you want, but don't touch the bloom, or change the lights, or touch the other stuff."
"I'll be good. Can Rakuen come see?"
"Okay."
Amalthea zipped out from behind the curtain and out the bathroom door. Sosiqui sighed, but she smiled at the bloom as she left. A few minutes later Amalthea returned, perching on one of the faucet taps, Rakuen in her arms. She settled down and stared intently at the flower.
It was rather pretty, the way the dancing candle-flame reflected in the bloom's shiny petals. "I'm Amalthea," she said, abruptly. "This is Rakuen. And you're NOT a hot element, right? You better not be. Just warning you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 9:42 pm
January 15th, 2005~
Sosiqui bit her lip and looked at the bloom. It had been over a week since it had arrived, and they had begun their experiments. So far they'd burned through a good pile of votive candles, run through several Dixie cups of water, and...?
"I have no idea what it wants," she admitted, finally. The setup was exactly as it had been from the beginning - dim light, flickering flame, cool water, pile of earth. The firelight danced off of the bloom and off of the large mirror above the bathroom counter.
Amalthea stood on the faucet, arms akimbo, eyeing the lit candle warily from time to time. "Maybe it's not a Feien bloom?" she asked, almost hopefully.
"Of course it is," Sosiqui said, giving her a glare. "Weren't we over this?"
"I was just saying, that's all," the Feien said peevishly. "It's not doing anything, so maybe it's just a plain flower."
"No, it's absolutely not. I've never seen a flower like this." She lifted the flower out of the glass bowl, twirling it between her fingers. The light reflected off of the petals rather prettily. "It is a Feien bloom. I was entrusted with it specifically; it didn't just fall off a tree or something."
"Fine, fine," Amalthea sighed, sliding down to sit on the faucet, her legs swinging back and forth. "Maybe it's sick?"
"I hope not." Sosiqui returned the bloom to the bowl.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 9:41 am
January 29th, 2005~
Sosiqui jumped as a little shriek came from the bathroom, then a louder squeal. The book she had been reading tumbled to the floor as she leapt out of her chair and skidded down the hall? "Edan?" she gasped as she flung herself into the bathroom, almost slipping on the wet floor.
Wait. Wet floor?
The bloom still sat exactly as it had before, light dancing off the shiny petals - but Amalthea was standing on the faucet, grinning wildly. "I did it!" she crowed.
"Did what? Made the floor all wet and cold?" Sosiqui muttered, dragging a hand towel off of the towel rack and mopping up the water with it.
"No, this!"
A second later, a small stream of ice-cold water hit Sosiqui in the face. "Hey!" she spluttered. "That's not funny!"
Amalthea looked hurt. "But I did it myself."
"Yourself?"
"Just look," the Feien insisted, raising her hands and concentrating. There was a faint ice-blue glow, and then a spray of water seemed to erupt from the palms of her hands, splattering into the sink this time. "I did it!"
"Is that a new spell?" Sosiqui asked, wiping her face off with a corner of a dry towel.
"Chilly Spray!" Amalthea crowed. "I've been practicing for months and finally I got it! Isn't it cool?"
"Uh, yeah, it's really cool. Literally. Don't spray it at me again, okay?"
"Okay. I'm going to go show Kree."
Amalthea flew out the doorway smirking. Sosiqui kept mopping up the floor...
"Wait. NO, AMAL, DON'T DO THAT TO KREE- ah, dammit," Sosiqui sighed as a sudden outraged Dream-bellow rang through the house, followed by a torrent of little giggles.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2005 11:29 am
February 12, 2005~
Amalthea woke with a start, looking blearily around the dimly lit bathroom. She'd taken to sleeping and practicing inside this room - except for when Sosiqui was using it, of course - just to keep an eye on the bloom.
It hadn't done anything for so long. Maybe it was dead? Amalthea wasn't sure if that thought was a happy one or a sad one.
Rakuen and her sword still by her side - check. Candle, check. Water, check. Dirt, check. Bloom-
Amalthea stared at the glass bowl. There was the normal gray shape in there, alright, but there was also something else. She pulled out her sword and advanced on the dish, leaping into the air to examine more closely.
"Who are you supposed to be?"
The unfamiliar voice nearly made Amalthea fall out of the air, but she recovered quickly and zoomed to the bowl, sword-point first. "Who are you?" she barked, trying to sound tough.
"Who?" The Feien, for now Amalthea could see that there was a small gray-marked fairy inside the dish with the bloom, seemed to consider this for a long time. "Edan," he said, finally.
"You're not... not a hot fairy, are you?" Amalthea said warningly, flitting closer and holding the sword point an inch from his throat. The tip trembled with her slight movements.
Edan turned, and caught sight of the mirror. "Ah..."
"Answer me!"
Edan half-jumped, half-flew out of the dish to land awkwardly in front of the bathroom mirror, apparently unconcerned with Amalthea's weaponry. He looked carefully at the mirror, and then at his own reflection, turning around as much as he could and still see, fluttering his wings, running his hands through his hair.
"I SAID ARE YOU A HOT-"
"No," Edan said calmly. "And please get that thing out of my face. Who are you?"
Amalthea finally put down the sword, folding her arms and looking at Edan in a flustered manner. "Um... I'm Amalthea. I'm... I'm another Feien. Like you. We have the same bond. I'm an Ice Feien," she explained, landing on the counter. "Are you Ice too?" she added, hopefully.
"No... no, I don't think so," Edan said, examining his reflection in the mirror again. "Reflection... yes. Reflect. Ice is reflective, yes?" He looked at her with some interest. "You're a girl."
Amalthea blinked. "So? You're a BOY."
"Interesting," Edan said blithely, then tried to hop up into the air. He stumbled and fell on his first try, then made it up on the second, his cloth-like wings flaring outward to catch the air. "Where is my bond? Who is my bond?"
"Sosiqui," Amalthea said, still flustered. "She's my bond too. I'll take you to her." She leapt into the air as well, grinning a bit as she did so - she was MUCH better at flying than this new Feien was. At least he wasn't a hot element... and Ice was kind of reflective. Maybe they could work out.
"And what is that?" Edan asked, pointing at Rakuen's gem.
Amalthea immedately flitted down and scooped the gem up off the counter. "This is Rakuen. He's mine," she said, in a warning tone. "My best friend. We're going to be together forever someday."
Edan took this in stride. "Your best friend is a rock. Duly noted. My bond, please?"
"Rakuen is NOT a rock, and if you're not nice, I won't show you where she is," Amalthea said, giving Edan a nasty look.
"I'll find her myself, then. Goodbye, bond-sister," Edan replied, apparently unruffled, and flew out of the room.
"OOOH. I don't like him," Amalthea said, sticking her tongue out at Edan's back.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2005 11:41 am
February 13th, 2005~
"Very nice," Edan said, peering with interest into the whorls of frost Amalthea had painted on the window. "I can see myself in them." He pressed his nose up into the frost, his breath melting them.
"Don't do that," Amalthea protested, then sighed. Edan might not be a hot Feien, but he definitely wasn't a cold Feien either. He was just... Edan. Who liked to stare at shiny things way too much. Who bothered her to make ice for him, and who seemed inflappable no matter what she did.
He hadn't apologized for the rock comment he'd made, but he hadn't said it again, either. It was somehow unsettling.
"I'm... going into my room," she told Edan. The other Feien just nodded, nose still smushed into the window. Amalthea sighed and jumped off the windowsill, flitting into 'her' room and slipping into the terra-cotta pot.
"Now he's finally here... I was waiting all this time, and now he's here, and I don't know what his deal is, if he's good or bad or what," Amalthea groused to Rakuen, flopping across the gem. "I didn't want to leave just in case he came out and was Fire or something... that way I could kill him right away, you see, if I was right there," she added.
There was only silence from the gem, but Amalthea felt a touch of guilt. "Well, okay, I wouldn't have really killed him," she admitted. "But I would have told him to go away."
Now what?
Springtime was coming. Already the nights were getting shorter, and the snow was softer. The icicles dripped more, and the sun was feeling hotter.
"He thinks you're weird. You're not," she assured Rakuen, feeling antsy.
But... she remembered now, with a sudden surge of excitement. Now that she didn't feel compelled to watch the bloom, she could go. She could take the last protection of winter and she could fly with Rakuen... she could find the Feien Shalafi had told her about... and... and...
The excitement mounted until Amalthea could hardly hold it in. She abruptly rolled off of Rakuen and scooped up the gem, her wings quivering. "We could do it. We could. You and me. Edan would never say that you're a rock again."
And with that sudden resolve, Amalthea flew out of her pot, carrying the gem in her arms, her mind whirling over the plans she'd made.
She could do it.
The Feien flitted into the other room to inform her bond.
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