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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:33 am
She shook her head slowly. "No," she replied with a solemn tone of voice. "My mommy and I did not get along," Bianca told him truthfully. Bianca and her family members had always had issues from the start. Her parents and siblings had worshipped the gods and goddesses of darkness, chaos, and torment. Bianca, naturally attracted to the beauty of things, hadn't seen the relevance toward creation that these gods had possessed, thus didn't agree with the worship of them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:41 am
“ah. I see” Vivaldi said nodding, though still not looking away from Bianca. “Well you know young miss. Bianca, if you need to. You would be more then welcome to stay here in the shrine with me and my boys if you like. and if your interested, I could use a hand with the roses, they would be happy to have a gentle beautiful Maluess like yourself to care for them”
he smiled warmly at her, lifting his head up.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 6:32 pm
Bianca's wide, glowy eyes peered up at him, an excitement she had never known surging through her body. Someone wanted her around? Perhaps this meant she wasn't really an outcast... Enoa's words caught up to her again and she snorted lightly to herself. Had Vivaldi asked -her- to stay with him?
"I would love to play with your pet roses," she said to him happily, her tail twitching in a wag.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:56 pm
Vivaldi chuckled at the young females comment
“Ah, roses are not pets Bianca. But they do need to be cared for”
He turned his head, to look around room
“Roses are nature’s emotions, showing love, sadness, anger, and joy”
He turned back to her “they are to be respected, and honored. And if cared for just right. The reward is like nothing else nature could give”
He motioned a paw around to the many beautiful blooming roses in the room.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 11:11 pm
She tilted her head slightly to the side, perplexed by the "not pets" comment. She glanced around, wondering what he meant. Sure, they were pets... they were beautiful creatures with colors and emotions she could not even fathom to possess. They were gentile and graceful, posed on their green bushes, blushing at every word Vivaldi said. Bianca decided to let his comment go without question, deciding herself to believe that they were his pets... afterall, she was very familiar with denial.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 11:40 pm
Vivaldi chuckled at the confused look the young Maluess had on her face.
Shifting slightly he lifted his head back up and smiled down at her.
“So what do you say? You think you would live hanging gout here with old Vivladi, you can meet the boys to.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 11:47 pm
The small, white pup smiled, grateful to know that he was certain about keeping her around... and more doubtful of her approval than his. "Yes," she said, standing up, a yawn escaping her tiny muzzle. "What's a boy?" she asked, not really expecting an answer... just too lazy to think about it for herself. She trotted toward the exit of the shrine, looking back at the tall Malu behind her. Perhaps she really would like here... perhaps she had found a place where she belonged.
((OOC: I'm finished.))
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