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 Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:36 am
Oh dear. Deciding that it wasn't the best time to tell Amyla that had always put up surveillance with the new guardians (you never knew what they would put inside the jar as a joke...) he blinked, turning his head in one direction.
Shy was a terrible liar.
"A stone carving..." he mused outloud. "I wonder what kind of fae will emerge from that one..."
((Her image is done. As soon as we end this, she can grow!))
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:21 pm
Amyla was less than amused. Either he had purposely eavesdropped on hers and Beth's conversation (which she doubted, if he was struggling with the fluffball-thing), or he was watching her house. Neither idea made her very happy at all, and if looks could kill, Shy would have been something far worse than dead. Still, if she wanted to get anymore information out of him, perhaps pushing the issue wasn't best. "Yes, my family has been wondering that as well, and I won't bore you with the many... interesting... theories they've come up with."
Shifting a bit in her chair, she glanced down at the jar once more, questions flooding her mind. "Anyway, how exactly do the fae manifest themselves? Are they like human infants, unable to talk or walk or eat solid foods? Or are they sort of miniature adults?"
((YAY! --does a dance--))
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 5:41 pm
"Like human children, really. Nine to twelve years old?" he said quickly. Ouch. Now what was wrong with her? She couldn't be upset by something he had set or had done?
... nah. It must be personal problems.
"The pressure created inside the glass will lead to a healthy child being... born. They are almost never hurt in the process, and from that moment they can talk, eat solid food, attend school, and the like. But it's usually advised to keep things slow and let them ease into things. They are born slightly smaller than normal children-- the human ones? But they grow quickly, and soon you shouldn't be able to see a difference in size..." Shy frowned, trying to rack his mind as to what was needed to be said. "They don't get sick. They might have before, but I've fixed that. They can get injuries, and those can get infected- but no flus, or colds. I think it's something with the DNA that makes it difficult for viruses to make the transition."
"They have no memories of their past life. It's in childhood they develope their powers, and while they might have dreams of unfamliar places... it's really the gift that unlocks the memories."
He smiled. Yes. That was it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 9:05 pm
Well, at least she knew what to expect. Still frowning a bit, Amyla mulled over the information in silence for a few minutes before responding. "Hmmm... I guess then healthwise, they'll be a bit easier than the average child. No illnesses... able to talk, walk, and eat right from the start."
Gift? Powers? Somehow, she didn't remember that being part of the earlier description, but with as stretched as her mind was, she had likely forgotten those small details. "What kind of gifts and powers do they have? And how intelligent are they when they're... errr... born?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:35 am
Shy shrugged. Dangit. Maybe it really was about time he had a pamphlet printed out... 'Information on how to care for your child', or something like that.
"They're about as intelligent as a 9 or 13 year old child. Some of them though, are slightly different. It all depends. We've had children who speak with eloquence beyond their years, and also those who are more like toddlers. As for gifts and powers... for now, rest assured- your child will be perfectly normal. They develope one main gift that makes itself known in a couple of months, or even years. Usually only when in the company of other fae."
Shy frowned. He didn't understand that. Maybe it was a chemistry thing...
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 4:26 pm
It made sense to Amyla thus far, except for Shy's creepy knowledge of the gift. Either way, at least she knew what she was dealing with now, which was a great deal of comfort. After her other four offspring, a fae couldn't possibly throw her a total curve ball... could it?
"All right. I think I can manage that, so long as I get him or her in with like company. Thank you very much for your help," she said quite sincerely, glad to know a child would be manifesting from the jar. And here she had been expecting a baby; she supposed she should be grateful it wasn't another infant. Caleb and another baby? She would have gone crazy within a week. "Is there anything else I need to know, about the fae or how to raise them?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:49 pm
Shy shrugged. His look blatantly said, 'why are you asking me? What am I supposed to know about raising a child?' Clearly deciding that maybe this was too much information, a look of civil cordiality slipped over.
"Nothing that jumps to mind." he said slowly, nodding his head. He smiled. "I am glad we have had this visit." he said simply. Getting up, he hesitated.
Wait. Was she leaving, or was this some kind of mind game?
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:12 pm
Judging by the look she received, Amyla guessed that Shy was more than a little put off by her questions. Trying not to look too annoyed, she settled for nodding politely for the moment. Well, he could have included more information in the letter he sent! Or he could have given her a brochure or an instruction sheet or something to help her out. He was the one who had helped bring back these things; how was she supposed to know how to raise such an odd child without a little bit of information?
Taking the hint that he was getting more than a bit fed up with her (good! He was getting on her nerves too), she moved to stand as well, the jar still cradled carefully in her arms. "I'm glad as well. I learned quite a bit. I take it you're eager to get back to chasing your little... experiments around?" she replied with equal politeness, one eyebrow raised. Aiodhan needed to meet this man, she decided. She would give a few vital body parts just to see the two of them try to have a civil conversation.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 11:52 pm
Shy smiled, a little bit relieved.
One of these days, he would get used to dealing with people.
"I am. I need to find the other ones before they run off on me... they breed extremely quickly, you know. The last time, I had to let them loose in the woods out back."
He didn't want to think about their fate.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Amyla. Please, don't hesitate to call..." he handed her his card with his cellphone number written on the back. "And we'll keep in touch."
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 4:37 pm
Amyla fought hard to keep back a smile at a mental image of Shy chasing the fluffballs around the building, including up and down the elevator. "They almost like rabbits. I'm glad none of my kids has brought one of those home for a pet," she remarked, thinking that she would have an utter breakdown if she had rabbits breeding in her house.
"Thank you, and I'll let you know if anything goes very... oddly," she added, gratefully accepting the card and storing it in her purse. Hmmm... if she ever thought he was spying on her house, she could possibly bribe Erin into making a few prank calls. Yes, this was very good. "I think I can find my way out. Good luck with your... err.... hunting!" she grinned, making her way toward the door.
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 6:44 pm
Hmmm... maybe he should have offered to give her the one he was holding onto? Deciding that this would be the best course of action _next time_, he nodded his head, walking behind her to the door.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Amyla." he said.
And then promptly shut it.
There.
((place the rp in your journal, and your fae will grow~))
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 11:18 pm
((Varian's med report rp heart ))
"Varian!"
Aletea's tone was filled with exasperation, as she gazed at the little blonde. He was currently glaring right back at her, though his expression was far more superior then hers. The two had been bickering the entire way to the office, and finally Aletea just sighed and gave up. They'd argue about Varian getting a credit card another time.
So, fixing a smile onto her face, she entered the clinic with the prancing little boy behind her.
"Hello!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 11:21 pm
Beth looked up from where she had been (embarrassingly enough) picking out wedding dresses for her "wedding". That's right. The one in her mind.
"Aletea, you're back!" she said, surprised. "Not that it isn't good to see you." she added. Peeking behind the desk to look at the new fae, her smile warmed. "Well, she's beautiful." Beth said, nodding.
"Are you here to see Shy, then?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 11:29 pm
At the 'she' comment, Varian narrowed his eyes.
"I'm a boy!" Stamping his foot to give emphasis, he looked either adorable or incredibly bratty. Perhaps both. But then, it was no surprise Beth had mistaken him for a girl - he had insisted on wearing a yukata again today, and it was easy to get his gender mixed up in those.
"He's sensetive about it..." Aletea murmured to Beth sheepishly, as she gaze ruefully at her fae, "But yes, I'm here to see Shy."
She smiled at Beth then, an apology for Varian's behavoir in her face.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 11:32 pm
Beth blinked. "No you're not." she said, and then stopped.
Wait a minute... they would know better than she did, what gender they were, right? Nodding her head, she looked over at Aletea with a slight grimace. A brat, huh?
"Alright. You know the way, right? I'll go with you, but..." discreetly, she hid the magazine behind a folder. "I've got tons of work to take care of. And don't worry about getting lost. That's impossible to do, because of the camera system."
Oh, wait. Was she supposed to let people know that?
"I'll see you!" she said, waving.
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