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PostPosted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 12:53 pm


**A Lesson in Portal Security**



The height of summer meant that Ophelia and Prosper were both spending less time at school and more time working in the little painting studio. It could get sweltering in there in the day, so they cracked the windows open for cross ventilation. Because the room looked out at the sea, this brought the salt air in. Unconsciously, Ophelia found herself painting mostly oceanic worlds.

“Painter magic is more than just painting worlds,” said Prosper offhandedly, in a way that told her this was the start of one of his lessons.

“Oh?” asked Ophelia, looking up from her seascape. She’d been practicing, trying to summon Ruceana again like she had in her exam. It was harder than she remembered it being.

“Different World Painters have different skills,” said Prosper. “Some of them have to do with painting. Some of them don’t. You and I,” he explained, “Are what some people call Pioneers and some people call Namers.”

Ophelia nodded. “What’s that mean?”

“We have a gift for finding worlds,” he said. “Many painters find it taxing to summon worlds they have never heard of. Pioneers like us are gifted in finding the names of worlds we are otherwise unfamiliar with.”

“I thought you needed the name, the appearance, or the mood – two of the three?” asked Ophelia.

“Most painters need the name and the appearance,” explained Prosper. “Anyone with basic empathy can find the mood of a world.”

“Oh,” said Ophelia. “Okay.”

“But I meant to teach you something else,” said Prosper. “You got me distracted.”

“Sorry.”

“Finish what you’re painting and then I’ll show you.”

Ophelia turned back to the painting and after struggling with the shadows for a bit felt comfortable to pronounce it “Ruceana.” The image sharpened.

“Alright,” said Prosper. He hoisted her backpack onto his shoulders. “This is stocked, right?” he asked. Ophelia nodded. She always kept her backpack stocked. “You first, then. I’ll follow in a second.”

Ophelia pressed her palm to the portal. A second later she was standing on a pebbly beach, staring out to a glassy gray ocean. The light was strange. There was a storm rolling in from off the water. The bones of some huge animal, maybe the tusks of a mammoth or the ribs of a whale, emerged spire like from the sand. Her father appeared next to her. He motioned for her to turn around and look at the portal from whence they came.

“You might not be able to do this well at first,” he said. “Now, naturally a portal will remain open for as long as it takes the paint to dry,” he continued, and Ophelia nodded. She’d known that for as long as she’d been his student. “But there are ways to close one before that.”

He nudged her towards the portal. “Reach out towards it,” he explained, “But don’t touch it. Both hands. One at the top and one at the bottom.”

He guided her reach like a tennis coach revising a stroke.

“Do you feel the disturbance in the air?” he asked.

Ophelia nodded. She could feel little ripples of wind circling her fingers.

“Push down, as slightly as you can, until you feel resistance, like an air pocket,” he instructed.

Ophelia moved her fingers down until she hit a disturbance that wouldn’t let her move them any further easily. She couldn’t see anything there, but she could certainly feel it. “Got it,” she said.

“Push down,” said Prosper. “Bring your hands towards each other.”

Ophelia did as she was told, curiously watching the effect it was having on the portal. As she forced her hands up and down on the air pockets on either side of the portal, the image of the study shrank inwards, like a window closing. Once she passed the halfway point, it snapped the rest of the way shut.

“Woah!” she exclaimed. Prosper laughed.

“It has a bit of a spring-loaded effect,” he nodded.

“No kidding,” said Ophelia.

“You should get in the habit of doing that whenever you’re on a world where you don’t want anyone following you in or don’t want anything from that world crawling into the one you came from.”

“Okay,” said Ophelia. She was beginning to feel a headache coming on.

“All in all, a good showing for your first try,” said Prosper, lowering the backback to the ground. He opened it, pulled out a piece of paper and the set of paints, followed by a bottle of muddy-looking old paint water. He frowned at the bottle for a moment before opening it and the pains and beginning a to work on a picture to take them back to tidewater.
PostPosted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 7:20 pm



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PostPosted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:50 pm


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Paint It Black - Ophelia, Prosper and Elizabeth - world painting lessons and an introduction to atlas-making.
PostPosted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 7:24 am


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Surf -n- Turf - Fish and Crowley. Ophelia makes a guest appearance to make sandwiches.

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 1:53 pm


**Taavi's New Digs**


Prosper’s dusty blue hatchback bounced down the road towards Tidewater. Every day the geriatric little old car rattled just a bit more and Fish often said that soon it was just going to fall apart, but that hadn’t happened yet and so Prosper was going to drive the battered old Peugeot a little bit longer. (Yes, he realized that was an American ex-patriot living on Gaia and driving a French car. This didn’t bother him at all.) Every so often, he glanced over his shoulder at the little boy buckled into the back seat.

“You okay?” he asked.

“S’ kinda bumpy,” said Taavi, and felt sick. Most of the drive he’d just looked out the window. They were already far beyond anywhere he’d ever gone with mummy, so every meter of roadside flashing past was something new and exciting. Unfortunately, it was all going by so fast and his eyes were having trouble keeping up and combined with the rough ride it just made him feel nauseous.

Prosper chuckled sympathetically and steered the car onto a side road, which was even bumpier than the main one they’d just been on (if that was possible). Taavi pulled his eyes away from the window and focused on the back of the man’s head, but that didn’t help calm his stomach any.

“Feel kinda sick,” he muttered. He really, really did not want to barf in the car. That would make a terrible impression on his… his new family. That’s what they said this was. Mummy wasn’t able to take care of him anymore and so he was going to go live with Mr. Prosper and his two children.

“We’re almost there,” said Prosper, rolling down one of the windows. “Does that help?”

“A little,” said Taavi, who did not have the heart to tell him that all it did was make him feel a little bit cold. He did his best not to shiver until they finally got to the house. It did not look like any other house Taavi could remember ever going to. It looked very small and well loved. It had shingles, not on the roof but all over the walls. The roof itself was tin. It did not have a garage, but the roof extended out over part of the driveway and Prosper parked the car beneath that.

He got out and then got Taavi out of his carseat.

“Feeling any better?” he asked, picking him up.

“Still kinda sick,” said Taavi.

“Give it a little bit,” said Prosper, and Taavi did not object to being carried around the house and through the front door.

When they first walked in they wound up in the living room. Taavi looked around. It did not look at all like where he and Mummy used to live. There were two older children already there, camped out on the sofa. The girl was reading. The boy had some sort of hand-held video game.

“Ophelia? Fish?” asked Prosper. The children looked up.

“Yeah?” asked the girl – Ophelia? Taavi thought she looked familiar. The look on her face suggested that maybe she thought the same thing.

“This is Taavi,” said Prosper, setting the boy down. “His mother isn’t able to take care of him anymore, so he’ll be staying with us.”

“Like, you’re adopting him?” asked the boy – Fish? Weird name, thought Taavi. He’d never met anyone named Fish before.

“Not yet,” said Prosper. Taavi was not really sure what they were talking about at this point. “Maybe eventually if he does well here.”

“Where’s he going to sleep?” asked the boy.

“Your room,” said Prosper. Fish opened his mouth to protest, but the look on Prosper’s face said it was not open for debate. And that was that.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 7:51 pm


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Fall Seasons Colors - Ophelia and Nirendra.

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