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 Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:10 pm
chaoticdivinity Sanar hummed under her breath and she stealthily crept towards Wyv's home, a small package in her arms. Darting from hiding place to hiding place the Aerandir child was making slow, but steady, progress as her guardian watched on in amusement.
Chao had told Sanar that no stealth was required for this 'drop off' but apparently one of the movies they'd watched had gone to the child's head and she was determined to make it to the house and back without being caught.
Looking around one last time Sanar made the final dash and dropped the small box at the door to the house and raced back towards Chao whereupon the duo headed home.
Upon opening the package is seen to include a small pile of shells and a note.Chao and Sanar Hallo Wyv and Makai!
Ugh, we're so sorry about taking so long with getting these shells to you. One thing led to another and... well. Our excuses are all very lame, so let us simply say "we are very, very sorry" in hopes that you'll find it in your hearts to forgive us.
Hope you two are doing well and that you like the shells!
~Sanar and Chao  The shells and the note sat outside all night and well into the next morning. On reading the note Wyv snorted. "They're beautiful," she said to herself. "How could we not love 'em?" Makai murmed a sleepy agreement. Yule snorted and rolled his eyes. "That," he said, pointing at the wisp, "Is going to be one pimped out Aerandir-child." Wyv reflected that he was probably right... and found she didn't mind one bit.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:06 pm
A letter Dear Wyv, How are you and Makai? I hope you are enjoying yourselfs as I cannot say the same for me. Although it is great news, Pueblo had to leave the island in order to continue to the next age. I'm a bit shooken since I wasn't allowed to attend, but I'm also very excited. Anyway, I'm sending you the twine I promised. I'm terribly sorry for being so late in doing this, but as you can see I've been a tad tied up. Good luck, Fae Inside the buldging envelope rests a good size ball of twine wrapped tightly around a paper tube."...and why didn't this get delivered with the other letters?" Yule asked, a dangerous tone to his voice. Wyv offered a suggestion: "He's lazy. That's why." The 'he' in question fluffed his fur out, feigning offense. It was an old argument. Spike delivered Yule's mail late, mostly to get the yuniko's goat and jerk his chain a little. The two had never gotten along, Yule's insistance on order clashing with Spiked Punch's lack thereof. Spiked flitted worrily around Wyv's head. Makai did likewise, chasing the Kurimundi about. "If I'd'a known you had a letter in it, I'd'a brought 'em on time." Yule snorted. Makai snorted too, abandoning his chase of the purple fuzzball, to strike a pose eerily similar to the one the housekeeper was in. "Hey," Wyv intteruped mildly, examining the roll of twine in her hands with a preoccupied air. "This is it. This is the last item Anthony said we needed." She scrambled off and returned with the box containing the fruits of their quest. Carefully, reverently, she laid the roll to rest in the box. Spike ruined the solemn moment by sneezing. On to the back of Yule's neck. The yuniko's calm demeanor snapped and chaos reigned as he attempted catch the fluttering Spike. Makai cocked his head at his guardian, quite puzzled by this behavior. Wyvern blinked in response at him. "Y'know, he'll be quite happy when he's done. He loves to organize a good mess, but never has the nerve to make one." The wisp did not look reassured by this. He sighed, as he followed Wyv upstairs. "C'mon," she said. "Let's go write a letter to Anthony.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 4:02 pm
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 7:15 pm
She had always thought that "the pitter-patter of little feet" was a euphemism, just an expression.
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump.
"Dis?"
"A CD."
"Schee-dheee." Thumpthumpthumpthump.
Turns out, it wasn't. It was probably the fault of the hardwood floors. Carpet might have dulled such pitterings and patterings to the merest shuffles.
Thumptythumpthumpthumpty.
"Dis?"
"A tea-kettle." Wyv frowned. "Put that back."
A giggle. "Teee-ket-tuhl. Kaaaay~!" Ka-thump-thump-thump-th-FLOPSKIDCRASH.
"Mack...?" The green haired woman sat up with a bolt, abandoning her reclined position on the couch. Before she got more than a few hurried steps, a voice called back to her.
"Imakay! Jus'... jus'... floor! An' teekettuhl! Issakay!" Scrapethumpthumpthump.
Wyv sighed and slumped back down to the couch again, one hand slowly massaging her forehead. They'd been playing this game of See-and-Say all morning. It had only been a few days since Makai had been a wisp.
And the little boy seemed intent on making up for every second he had spent in that insubstantial form.
First it was re-affirming how to walk, then to run. Turns out Makai was intent on being a speed demon. He ran everywhere. Especially in the house. Fortunately, he seemed to be resilient enough not to be bothered by the scrapes and bruises that came about from his high-speed capers.
Now, having mastered the basics of the physical, he now turned his attention to the mental. Specifically, the names of things. The otter boy was incredibly frustrated by his inability to express things. He was, however, quite adept at mimicry and his vocabulary and knowledge of things was increasing by leaps and bounds.
She blinked. Makai had materialized beside her without a march of footsteps. He carried no item this time. Instead, he stood there, head tilted to the side expectantly.
Wyv blinked again. "What now," she asked him, a bemused smile on her face.
He pointed. At her.
"My shirt?"
He just shook his head. "Nuh."
"The veil?"
Another shake. "Nuuuuuh."
She was perplexed. Unless he meant... "Me?"
Makai beamed and bounced happily. "Yah!" He clapped. "Name~!"
Wyv's smile froze. "You know what to call me." She had told him, hadn't she? Suddenly, she wasn't sure.
The boy took no notice of his keeper's sudden discomfort. He proclaimed with all the impetuousness of a spoiled prince demanding his due. "Name!"
Wyv hissed in a breath. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know and couldn't possibly understand. She attempted to relax her expression into something much less rigid.
"I am Wyvern's Scale."
"Wif-fern Skhail." He jabbed her, playfully, then tapped himself on the forehead. "Mah-kai~." He repeated each syllable in a sing-song voice.
(( PAUSED. PRESS START TO CONTINUE. ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 7:16 pm
RP with Gael and SinIn which Makai makes a friend, learns the joy of specimens, and gets drafted. Here.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 7:39 pm
It was in a rush that Wyvern and Makai found themselves standing on Arianna's front porch. Haste may make waste, but Makai thought they'd done good, considering the delivery was his responsibility and he'd forgotten. He'd remembered, even if it was a bit late. Wyv was inclined to agree with him, given that she'd been elbow deep in spare parts, working on her secret project only a scant fifteen minutes before hand. In ten minutes, she could make it to the beach for their planned swimming excursion. Tacking on the chore of finding the bracelet, a note to explain, and something to wrap it in, happening in fifteen minutes was something of a miracle.
The envelope was best described as only somewhat crumpled. Carefully, Wyv taped it to the front door of Ari's house, let it hang roughly at eye level. The letter it contained was well beyond the "somewhat crumpled" category and into the "previously discarded and then reclaimed because there was nothing else handy" category. The words were scrawled, obviously added after the paper had been wrinkled. A partial hand print, captured in motor oil, was plastered on one corner of the page, despite Wyvern's attempts at cleaning her hands.
Stuffed in behind the letter, was a bracelet of sodalite beads, the whole reason for this impromptu drop off.
Makai stood on his tip-toes, peering intently at the letter, where it hung just out of reach. "Wen y'gon teach me to write?" He asked, casting a curious glance over his shoulder at Wyv. He turned back to the letter.
Wyv gave the envelope one more pat, before turning and heading off the porch. "Dunno." Actually, that was on her list of things to ask Anthony. Did Aerandir have their own language? Did they use pictographs? Glyphs? The standard English alphabet? "Later," she added, taking note of his impatience and tousling his hair in an attempt to placate. "After swimming lessons."
"I know how to swim!" the child protested loudly, clambering after his guardian, not wanting to be left behind.
She gave him a look, the kind she had figured was only the domain of mothers, but found herself becoming quite adept at. "You knew how to swim," she stressed. "Four legs aren't the same as two."
Makai huffed, uncertain of the wisdom in this. Afterall, swimming was swimming. He remembed it well enough from his gryphon stage, even if those memories were kinda hazy.
Wyv just grinned. In a swift motion, she lunged over, scooping him up into her arms, while he squealed with delight. With a firm grip on an arm and a leg, she swung him around, aeroplane style, before pulling him close into a hug. It was kind of awkward, she still wasn't used to being affectionate other than a casual pat on the back, but she was learning. It got easier, everytime. And Makai didn't seem to mind, hugging her back with a fierce joy.
Then he squirmed and she shifted, until he'd found his usual perch on her shoulders, his arms resting on her head to make a cradle for his chin. Not for the first time, he reflected it was good that Wyv's green spikes of hair poked out to the side and not the back. Otherwise, his favorite seat wouldn't be so comfortable. He turned to look back at the dwindling form of Ari's house. "I hope she likes it," he sighed.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 6:12 pm
That was it; he couldn't stand it any more. He understood waiting. Waiting was like the little pauses in music. Rests. Sometimes essential, but he didn't have to like them. Wyv, in comparison, liked waiting. A lot. For like, a day. Sometimes even more than one. This was a puzzle. There was so much stuff to do? How could you just sit by and let it happen and not try to see or do any of it?
Makai had made up his mind. He was busting out.
Getting out should be fairly easy. It was night and he was supposed to be in bed. Wyv was up, pulling another one of her all nighters in the back, so that shouldn't be a problem. Yule, would be watching movies down in the living room. That might've been a snag, had there only been one way out of the loft. However, there was a window.
It was a bit of a hassle to get the latch open, but it was fortunately not that high off the ground. Standing on his tip-toes, he was able to get a decent grip. The window swung open with a rusty clank that had him twist and stare at the trap door for a few nervous moments. Heart still pounding, he turned back to the wind and clambered out, using a near-by dresser for a boost.
Whoa. The ground was a lot further away than he remembered. It was a good thing the thatched roof was at a rather gradual angle, as vertigo took him in that moment. He toppled forward, wings and arms flailing to hit the roof with a soft thud. For a second time, his heart raced. Maybe this busting out wasn't all it was cracked up to be. It had seemed simple in theory: escape outside, despite being forced to stay inside. It appeared he had more to consider than that.
A lot more, as a roof was made for deflecting rain, not being bounced upon by a young Aerandir. As he stood and took a step forward, his foot pulnged right through the thatching. The rest of him quickly followed.
It wasn't a long fall, and bumps and bruises aside, the only damage done was to his ego. Until he tried to stand. His breath hissed out in a violent snarl as he put weight on his left foot. It hurt! He slid to a sitting position on the porch, tears welling in the corner of his eyes. He shuddered a few times, holding back sobs.
It wasn't fair! He'd promised Gael he'd come back! What if she thought he was one of those who wouldn't return? Wyv wasn't there, she didn't understand how sad Gael had sounded. He never wanted anyone to sound like that again.
"Busted," a voice said softly, from somewhere behind him. He turned, sniffing. As if that wasn't bad enough, now he'd been caught. He would've been caught eventually, he supposed, but at least he'd've gotten to see Gael first. But now, he couldn't even do that.
He turned, careful not to jostle his hurting leg. Wyv was in her hammock, leaning forward intently. It looked like she'd finished her tinkering early. She didn't look angry, but then she never did look angry. She just stared at him, face impassive. It was too much. He wimpered and scrubed at his face with the back of his hand. "You're-you're angry at me," he blubbered, on the verge of full blown tears. "'s's why-y-y you won't let me s-see Gael."
Wyv gave a sigh. The floor boards creaked as she got up from the hammock and padded over to him. She took a seat next to him and carefully transfered him over to her lap, wiping his tears away beofre wrapping her arms about him and nestling her chin on the crown of his head. She just sat there for a few moments, holding Makai in a close embrace.
"Mack," She began, pausing and giving another sigh. After a brief mumble about the irony of her mother being right after all, she started again. "Mack. It's only been a little while. No need to rush."
He started to protest this, but was hushed into silence. "You live on the same island. You're not going anywhere. She's not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere, not for a good long time." She stopped, to give him time to let this all sink in.
"People leave. It happens, sad but true. But they're never really gone, until you forget them. It's one of those things."
He made a face at that. Those things tended to be things he'd been told he'd understand... when he was older.
"Priorities come first. Like reading, and swiming, and especially music. Once they're done, then you can go play with Gael and Tobias and Rawiya and everybody else."
"... I know," he answered, voice hollow. "I just..." he sniffed, feeling rather miserable, the excitement the night had started with snuffed out completely. "Am I in trouble?" he asked, hesitantly.
"You should be, but you're not. I think experience is the best teacher in this case. Are you going to climb out the window again?"
Makai shook his head feverently. Nu-uh. At least, not until he figured out how to work his wings properly. then, all bets were off. But he didn't say that.
"Good. And I think a sprained ankle," her fingers finished their careful probing of his lower leg, "will help to reinforce why we don't go out on the roof, much less at night. We'll get you some ice for that."
As they passed through the doorway, he asked, "Can you read me a bedtime story?"
She paused, a rueful grin on her features. "Sure," she answered, voice soft. "Have I read you 'Jack and the Beanstalk' yet?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:13 pm
A few days of being forced to take it easy due to his ankle and Makai was ready to swear off any and all attempts at using the roof as an egress ever again, wings or no wings. Minor swelling and a little pain proclaimed the twist as only a light sprain, but Wyv insisted he stay off it for most of the first day and let him hobble around after that.
However, she was more than willing however to cart him down to the sea shore and let him float about to his heart's content. Something about the bouyancy of water and less stress on the injured joint.
It was an escape from the house and thus from boredom. Makai needed no further reasoning.
Alas, it seemed an escape was not to be his today.
"But why not?" Makai was not whin- okay, he was trying not to whine. He wasn't succeeding very well, but he thought effort was what counted in this particular instance.
Wyvern gave him a rueful grin. "Sorry, Bloo." She jerked her head in the direction of the shed out back. "I've got stuff to finish up before the next ship leaves."
"Stuff?" He perked up visibly at that. Wyv personally blamed the sudden fascination with the nebulous idea of "stuff" on Gael. Not that it was a bad thing, per se, just that it seemed to crop up at inconvenient times.
It certainly didn't help that the shed was a "No Bloo Zone." That's why there was a door.
"Remember how Yule always grumbles about work when he goes to the mainland?" Wyv asked, ruffling his hair affectionately.
The boy grinned in spite of his sulking mood. He love to hug and tussle and be affectionate. Wyv didn't so much, but that made the few times she did all the more precious to him. The grin didn't last long and was quickly replaced by a look of puzzlement. "Kinda," he admitted weakly. He'd gotten rather good at tuning the irate yuniko out when he was on one of his tirades.
"Well, this is the work I do. And because not everybody can do what I do, people ask me to do it for them. In exchange they pay- er, trade for it." Wyv rushed over her fumble, having no idea if introducing the concept of money was appropriate for the young Aerandir. There was just so much they didn't know about their culture. Wyv added another item to her mental list of "Things to Ask Anthony About."
Makai's whole manner changed at hearing this. He got quiet, and tilted his head to the side as he did when he was in (relatively) deep concentration. "So..." he began hesitantly, trying to reason this out. "If I were to play music... for some one who didn't play music... they might give me stuff?"
Wyv coughed. This was one of those times where having little to no prior experience with children really bit her in the a**. "Well, it's kinda like that. BUT," she held up a finger to forestall any protests, "only when they ask you to and only when you've mastered your craft. Sorta." The last was mumbled and bled into a sigh. "You can't always expect stuff from people. What I'm doing is part of... a contract."
The otter-boy stared, unblinking. Wyv knew a cue to continue when she saw one.
"... a contract is like an agreement, but it's written down. And bad things happen if you don't hold to your end of the agreement."
Makai stared for just a moment more, then slowly nodded. "Like... if I promised to play "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" for somebody... then played "Happy Birthday" instead?"
"Kinda like that." And mumbling under her breath, she added "I think."
"Okay!" Makai beamed, once again convinced that all was right with the world. He hobbled his way over to what was deemed to be "his" corner. Her rummaged around a bit in the chest that had been accquired for his toys and finally pulled out some tubs of clay-dough.
"Don't mix the colors and clean up when you're done." Wyv's warning was only half hearted, Makai had learned that particular lesson well. She tood in the hall way, watching him work for a few moments, then chuckled softly to herself and shook her head as she headed out to work.
Only when she reached the shed did she realize she was still smiling.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:55 am
(( Halloween 101 post will go here. ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:57 am
RP with Lotsa PeopleIn which Makai makes new friends and discovers the joy of candy. Here.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:59 am
RP with Kala and Progolo.In which it is the day after Halloween and Makai acquires a music teacher. Here.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 4:27 pm
By nature, Makai was an early riser.
The addition of music lessons helped to fix a routine to the normally sporadic inhabitants of #6. Mostly for Makai, but even Wyvern had made an honest attempt at organization. "Rolemodel," she'd told an amused Yule when the yuniko had inquired about it. "Lead by action, not words." She had looked rather sour as she'd spoken. Changing a lifetime of bad habits wasn't pleasant or easy or event complete at this point. Still, she'd known something like this would come up during the extent of the Aerandir Project.
The routine was a such: the sun would come up and within the hour, the young aerandir would wake. Then, usually accompanied by a still drowsy kurimundi or two, he would pad downstairs to the kitchen, where inevitably Yule would already be deep into cooking. After morning toiletries were taken care of, he would seat himself at the bar and find breakfast awaiting him.
Yule, as a proud chef never afraid of flexing his culinary muscle, always provided a diverse selection in his meals and breakfast was no exception. Cereal and fruit was always a back up in the unlikely event that Yule pulled a muscle during his flexing.
Today's selection was [blahblahblah oh god ideas why do you leave me half-way through, damn you oh fickle muse]
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