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 Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 7:42 am
"I could only hope that people mistake her gift as something I passed onto her. But no, she learned it all on her own. Although I wouldn't quite say she does things from scratch, one of my servants had presented her with a pattern and all she had to do was follow the procedures." Haze had to feign modesty, she was proud of Retta for being able to do something the Silarian was pesonally horrible at doing.
The sheep mishap blinked in confusion, it took her a few moments before she realized they thought she was offering her the sheepie. Goodness no, NO! Retta wasn't about to part with her first ever sheepie, or anything that she considered hers for that matter. "No, no, Lassa wan 'noder sheepie."
Listening to her charge, Haze could only assume what Retta really meant. "I believe she is offering to make one for Lassa, she has a penchant for making these dolls for those she has met." Haze explained, "Isn't that correct, Retta?"
Retta nodded, glad that her guardian had managed to express her ideas better. It frustrated Retta somewhat that her thoughts weren't coming across the way she wanted them, she would have to study extra hard to learn all those words it seems.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 5:00 pm
One of the servents taught Rhetta to sew? Uh... huh. Red was kinda hand's off, wasn't she? Red knew what Rhetta was saying though... maybe Red just wasn't very handy. "Well, in that case, I'm sure Lassa would appreciate it greatly, if it's not too much trouble. It's very kind of you to offer us such a thing, Rhetta. What'cha say, Lassa?"
"Ank yu?" Lassa asked Gullien, reaching out to hang off her guardian's leg again.
"To Rhetta, this time."
"Ank yu, 'Etta!" Lassa said promptly, smiling from around Gullien's leg. She frowned for a moment, and then tugged sharply on Gullien's pants, forcing her guardian to grab at them again. "Me gif too!"
"You want to make something for Rhetta too, huh?"
"Ya!"
"Hmmm... well, looks like you might get a gift as well, Rhetta. Although I'm not sure what..." There was no way she was giving Lassa a needle. There were WAY too many eyes involved for anything pointy. Lassa still didn't have the coordination for a lot of the traditional craft-work that Gullien had learned either. "Well, I guess it'll be a mystery."
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:45 am
"Oh a gift isn't neccessary, but it would be appreciated, is that not correct Retta?" Haze smiled to her charge, pleased that these two weren't the sort who were tight on money. She only hoped it would, at the very least, equal Retta's gift.
Inwardly Retta grinned in an almost malicious delight, she knew these sheepies would prove useful. Her outward reaction however was that of an awkward bleat as she scuffed her feet on the carpeted floor.
"No haf to." She told Lassa, her cheeks taking a mild tinge of pink.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 3:26 pm
"Wanna." Lassa said back, promptly. It was answer enough for her, really. She put one fist to her mouth for a moment. What would she make for 'Etta? Maybe 'Etta would like on of her toys... or maybe a dinosaur. Everyone liked dinosaurs. She could probably find one if she looked hard.
"Well, I guess that settles that, then." Gullien grinned slightly, as Lassa replied bluntly to Red and Rhetta. Kid was honest, you had to give her that. "And I hate to say it, but I think we're going to need to leave soon before the shops close and we have to find clothes all over again for tommorow. Ready to go, kiddo?"
"Ya! Ank yu for da clothes!"
"Good girl. Thank you both very much for your kindness. We owe you a favor. When you need to call it in, please let me know." What would have been meaningless, if odd, words from another person were very binding words to the ninja. If Red or Rhetta needed something. They had but to call it in; a favor for a favor.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 2:47 am
"Oh goodness, think nothing of it." Haze smiled charmingly as she opened the door. She wasn't all too concerned whether or not they really would keep their word, she had no real need for help. At least, she had never found herself in any situation that would require her to call in a favor from a Gaian.
Retta mimic-ed her guardian, waving goodbye to both the Mishap and her guardian. She was proud of herself that she wasn't as clingy to her guardian as the other Mishap was. But she couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship they had.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 8:09 pm
Sibling Rivalry
By the time Haze had arrived at home, the sun had long set and the stars had just begun to wink into the night sky. She wasn't looking forward to the household's reaction, especially if it meant Huni jeering at her.
At some point during the trip home, the boy had fallen asleep. His head resting on the crook of Haze's neck, one hand still clutching the excerpt in a vice-like grip. His pendant was now hanging around his daemon's neck ever since it slipped off his wrist in his sleep.
Uninhabited was resting by Haze's feet, having walked the entire length from the Library to this building it was only natural she be exhausted. Her head was curled around her body, cobweb-tail fluttering with each breath she took. A fine trail of dust lay in her wake.
The Silarian took a deep breath and unlocked the front door where she was greeted by her first charge, Retta.
Retta was awaiting her guardian's return, she could only stomach so much of her cousin's eccentricities. Not to mention the chameleon and the goldfish were still wary of her since her last... attempts at figuring out her talents.
"Why home late?" she asks, her expression one of concern. That is until her brown eyes fell upon the little person hanging onto Haze. She glares at him, how dare someone try to claim Haze? Didn't they know she belonged to her?! "Who that?" she demands, glaring hatefully at the boy.
"He's your new brother, now where's your Aunt Huni?" Haze asks, scanning the hallway for any signs of the Gaian.
"Brother?" Retta echoes, not at all enjoying the idea of sharing her guardian's attention. She knew what a brother or a sister was, she just thought she'd remain an only child. This will not do, not in any way...
"Yes, brother. And this little creature is his pet, like you have Crimson." Haze added as she began to ascend the stairs. She would keep him in Retta's quarters for the moment, until she can properly purchase the infant his own things he would have to make do with Retta's old crib.
Too exhausted to notice (or care about) the look of utter contempt and hatred on the sheep Mishap's face, Haze places the boy along with his daemon in the crib before heading out to freshen herself up.
"Watch over your brother for me, Retta. I won't take long." She instructs without so much as looking back.
Retta thought this was the perfect opportunity to settle things with her competition. She pads up to him smiling sweetly, shyly, radiating a sort of innocence that wouldn't, shouldn't cause suspicion.
The Forgotten snuggled up to his daemon, his chest rising slowly. The pair seemed utterly unaware of the danger approaching them.
The Mishap leaned in as close as she could to Elias' ear, took a deep breath and prepared herself to let loose a most violent bleat. Just as Retta inhaled, Uninhabited's tail brushed against her nose, covering it with a thick layer of dust. Needless to say she began to sneeze and cough, which in turn woke up the Forgotten and Habi. Cranky, and annoyed at being disturbed, the boy scrunched up his face and began to wail at full force.
Retta fell onto her rump as she stumbled back, hands covering her ears in a vain attempt to drown out the sound. She couldn't even make out the thundering footsteps than fast approached her room. In burst Haze, wide-eyed, and panic-stricken. Her hair was tied back away from her face (a rare style indeed) and her face was half-slathered with cream.
"What on Silar is going on here!?" She demands, heading over towards her charges.
Retta was whimpering and bleating dolefully at Haze, "He woke up and crying..." she explained, trying to establish that she was the victim here. The Silarian sighs, but rather than comforting the toddler, she heads towards the Forgotten and attempts to calm him down.
One look at Haze's half-made face was enough to make the boy cease crying and laugh. He had never seen anything sillier before! Habi was cowering behind her bonded, wings trembling and paws covering her eyes. When she heard the boy's amused giggles she dared to take a peek and squawked in terror at the sight of Haze.
Was the woman's face melting!?
"That is enough, all of you! Retta, I told you to watch over your brother. It seems you couldn't even keep him amused long enough for me to finish washing my face. Please tell your Aunt Huni for me that there is to be another seat prepared." Disappointment was thick in her tone.
"But I-"
"Go." The red-head cut off and pointed towards the door. Once the Mishap had gone, Haze turned to her latest charge. "As for you two, I have come to the conclusion that you shall be named after someone belonging to a subfaction of the Wyndre clan. From this day forward, you are Elias Injo. May you live up to the Injo standard." She solemnly declares.
Elias was still giggling, he found it quite difficult to concentrate on anything other than how hilarious Haze's face looked.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:37 pm
An Unexpected Visitor - Part One of Two
Silar is a mere gateway's open away from Gaia, of course with all the possible gateway exit points it is possible to use up one's lifetime and never be able to discover this world. That little bit of information, is of course, completely irrelevant to the cerulean haired man lounging on a plush leather armchair. A smirk ever present on his tanned face, his muscular body was relaxed and yet prepared to strike at a moment's notice.
"Come on, Wyndre, when are you going to drag your sister's sorry a** back to Silar? It's been what? Nearly a year since she had that hissy fit and 'ran away', don't you think she's cooled off by now?" He quirked a smug brow to the deathly-pale man standing by the fireplace. There came no rustle from the black cloak that hung from his neck, even as he began to speak he remained still, as if carved out of stone.
"Irlan, I am my sister's brother, not her master. She is free to do as she pleases, I can only request her of things, not demand her of them." He responds coldly. Arson Wyndre has had this conversation countless times, with various individuals. And his answer is always the same.
"Corsae's horn, I know you better than that. You just don't want to admit she's got you wrapped around her little finger!" Irlan laughs, and sharply slaps his leg in amusement.
"We are entitled to our own opinions." Arson turns round to face the cerulean haired man, his blood-red eyes narrowed. "I have also assumed you have accepted my request to observe her on my behalf."
"Haven't you learned yet? It's fatal to assume things," Irlan retorted with a growl, as his hand clenches into a fist. The cerulean-haired man rises from his seat and uses his slight advantage in height to appear as menacing as possible.
"In that case, allow me to rephrase myself. You are going to observe her on my behalf. And in the event your puny brain is incapable of understanding that, you are going to Gaia," He states, folding his arms across his chest in finality.
"What do you take me for? One of your servants?" Irlan sneers and lunges forward, fully intending to tackle Arson to the ground. He notices seconds too late that the air around the pale man had begun to faintly shimmer. The tanned man shifts his form, his body shrinking into a feline shape as he passes directly through Arson.
The moment all four paws touch the ground, he launches himself back towards his target. In the span of time it took to close the distance between them, Irlan had shifted into one of the rumored sacred creatures of Silar. His front paws were replaced by blazing talons, sharp scales protruded from his nape, a bright, white gem glowed atop his third eye. The rest of his body was a non-corporeal mist that enabled him to maneuver in mid-air.
Irlan managed to slice through Arson's shirt, talons digging into pale flesh and drawing warm blood. In retaliation, Arson dug his hands into Irlan's chests, momentarily blocking air, briefly pausing the flow of much needed lifeblood. They continued to fight for hours, neither one truly gaining the upper hand. Until finally, they both collapsed in exhaustion.
There came a knock at the door, and in entered a blonde woman named Rae. Her blue eyes widened in horror at the scene before her and instantly went to tend her master's injuries. She calls out Arson's name but neither men heard her voice. They only saw the faint glow from her hands that began to mend their bodies.
Irlan had reverted to his true form, he no longer had the strength to maintain the beastial shapes. Truthfully, Irlan would have leapt at the chance to venture into Gaia with or without Arson's request. If only because Gaia had something Silar couldn't offer at the moment.
Namely Haze Wyndre.
"The gateway opens tomorrow at the fifth of the evening, from there all you need to look for is the hourglass." Arson explains from the comfort of a metal stool.
"What makes you think I'll even go there?" Irlan winces as Rae heals him.
"I know you better than that." Was all Arson replied.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 7:45 pm
An Unexpected Visitor - Part Two of Two
Durem is an odd town, on first arriving one might assume Gaia's elite resides here. But upon further inspection, one realizes that in the back alleys and slums, there are people who fell through the cracks and was missed entirely. At least, that was how the cerulean-haired man perceived Durem.
Irlan continued to wander the streets, slowly deciphering the strange language that the signs were written in. It was going to take some time for him to learn the local vernacular, or rather learn to read and write the local vernacular. He over heard some of the Gaians' conversations from time to time and it mildly surprised him that the understood them.
I guess you don't have to be loaded to be able to vacation in Gaia. He thinks to himself. After a few more minutes of walking, Irlan gave up trying to read the signs and instead opted to track Haze down manually. Ducking into an alley, he began to shift his form. His body seemed to implode, limbs shrinking, ears moving upwards to the top of his head, his face elongating into a muzzle.
From the alley came an oddly colored dog, its fur was a cerulean hue with odd patches that made one think the creature wore a shirt and pants. His nose started to sniff, indentifying scents, differentiating those familiar and unfamiliar in split-seconds.
Finally he found the trail he was looking for. It was faint, but he was certain it was a Wyndre. Following it, he eventually reached a two-story house where walked up to the front door. Standing on his hind legs, he rang the doorbell.
"Get the door, Huni." Haze ordered, not bothering to stand from the couch. Her feet were propped up on a stool, arms dangling in exhaustion at her sides. Elias had proven himself far more active than his sister had been. The infernal little clutz called Habi made things far more difficult than necessary.
The Gaian nodded, she was tired too, cleaning up after everyone can certainly sap a person of her strength and energy (and quite possibly sanity). Still, one shouldn't bite the hand that feeds, and Huni headed to the door. Imagine her surprise to find a large blue dog sitting at their doorstep. The red-head stared at the animal before looking around for its owner.
"Who is it, Huni?" Haze voice asked.
"Just a weird-looking dog, his owner must be playing a trick or some such prank." she sighed and began to close the door. Before she could completely shut it, a foot was suddenly in the doorway.
"Is Haze home?" Irlan smiled in his human form. Huni blinked before she slammed the door in face.
"Haze, some creepy guy is looking for you!" She yelled.
"Define creepy." Haze groaned, rising to her feet. She barely made few steps when the door burst open. Literally. Huni was sent flying into the living room, landing on the couch with a loud oomf.
"Oh Haaaaaaaaze~"
The Silarian narrowed her eyes in distaste, recognizing the voice. "What in Yrast's name are you doing here?" she snarled.
"Now is that any way to greet your lover?" Irlan grinned wolfishly, a feral aura radiating from his eyes.
Haze visibly shuddered but kept her expression in an unimpressed sneer. "My brother sent you to check up on me, didn't he?"
"Oh please, I came here of my own volition. After I persuaded your brother to share your whereabout, I came straight to Gaia. And let me tell you this place is a dump compared to Silar."
Huni groaned at the stars winking before her eyes. "What, what just happened?"
"You were assaulted by the most disgusting, vile, horrible and loathesome creature I have ever known," Haze responded angrily.
"What are you talking about? Your brother is no where near Gaia."
"Out of my house. NOW!" Haze glared and flicked her wrist at Irlan. She had forgotten that Gesturemancy did not work in Gaia, at least not the way it did in Silar. Instead of pushing Irlan away, the man was suddenly yanked forward and collided against Haze. The pair tumbled to the floor, and if Haze hadn't been to horrified at the fact that Irlan was touching her, she'd have noticed he had her head cradled in his arms to take the brunt of the fall.
Any normal man trying to impress the woman they liked would have shown concern, any normal man trying to get himself into a woman's good graces would have been polite and apologetic even if they've done nothing wrong. The operative word here being normal.
"And here I thought you didn't care." Irlan leered.
Haze responded with a swift knee to his gut. "I warned you. OUT!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 11:48 pm
Meeting Cousin Malas
In the Gaian Wyndre household, the children outnumbered the adults. Then again, nearly any other home in Gaia would be in the same situation. Today, Huni was in charge of watching the house, while Haze went off in order to tend to personal matters. In other words, she was going to visit Silar again to catch up with her friends there. Which meant she'd be babysitting Kalderetta, Elias and Uninhabited for the day.
Irlan, of course, was stalking Haze and thus left Malas in Huni's care. When asked why he couldn't bring Malas with him, the cerulean haired man had already shifted into a dog to follow after Haze.
Malas just stared up at Huni passively, arms wrapped around the six-legged toy she took a liking to.
"Well, come on in, 'Las." Huni smiled, doing her best not to use a Scottish accent. She couldn't help it, the criminal's nickname just begged to be said with that Scottish twang. "Have you had breakfast yet?"
The girl just shrugged, Huni was far too soft to be her superior. But she did appreciate how Huni tried to make her stay more comfortable. She wasn't growing soft, she just didn't hear any trace of malice or smugness in the red-head's voice. There was genuine concern and quite frankly, 'Las wasn't accustomed to it. The only way she knew how to act in this sort of situation was to just keep quiet and hope they leave her in peace.
Unfortunately, that was not the case with her "cousins."
Entering the kitchen, she spied a sheep-like little girl in a frilly dress, a little girl with a gradient-like skin, and a little baby boy in what appeared to be a rickety high chair. Somehow, she didn't feel all that concerned about the youngest one's safety.
"Look everyone! It's cousin Malas. This is Retta," Huni introduced the sheep-girl, "This is Noi, the other little girl, "And the man of the house, Elias."
A small squawk from under the table revealed Elias' daemon Habi.
"Hope you don't mind cereal, we ran out of pancake batter." Huni explained, eyes darting to an orange-skinned woman who was giggling. "Shimmer won't be doing that again, right?"
"Right right~" she chirped, skipping merrily out of the kitchen and into the living room where a crash could be heard.
"I'll see to it." a male voice called out.
"Bless you, Keith." Huni smiled as she poured Malas a bowl of sugar-frosted corn flakes.
The Criminal stared down at the cereal wordlessly before she began to eat.
"You no milk?" Retta asked, quirking a brow.
"Not 'vryone like milk." Noi snapped, digging into her own bowl of dry cereal.
"I just ask. No wrong asking." Retta pouted, though inwardly she was glowering.
Elias whimpered as he listened to the bickering tones of his sister and his cousin. He didn't like it when people fought, especially when he liked both parties. It made choosing sides hard for him.
Habi, make them happy? he suggested to his daemon. Uninhabited canted her head before standing suddenly. Her head hit the bottom of the table with a dull thud, upsetting the glasses of juice and milk.
Owwie! She keened pitifully, paws atop her head in pain.
Huni sighed and went to fetch a dishrag, it looked like Habi was starting her day already. "I'll be back, so eat your food or else I won't let you out to play."
Malas blinked in surprise. They played? "What play?" she asked.
"You no know what play?" Noi stared in disbelief, while Retta's expression mirrored Noi's.
Malas felt her cheeks grow hot, her eyes downcast as she shook her head. So what if she didn't know what play was? It's not as if there's a rule for that, was there?
"We show you play." Retta volunteered, knowing that her cousin would feel indebted to her if she did this. Yes, having people owe her is a good thing.
Noi looked apprehensively at Retta, she didn't feel like being all charitable. In fact, she seemed downright annoyed that Retta included her in the offer. "I no wanna." She frowned.
"No can say no." the sheep girl bleated in warning. Noi rose, her fists clenched, as if ready to start a brawl in any moment.
Elias' brows furrowed, Oh no, they were at it again. He sniffled softly before wailing "NO!!! NONONONONO!!!"
Habi keened in chorus, forcing everyone to cover their ears and causing Huni to return sooner than she anticipated. It wasn't easy, getting everyone to settle down took a great deal of effort and energy.
But throughout the entire time, Malas didn't make so much as a peep. Though she covered her long ears, and her face was scrunched up, she was eerily quiet. This somewhat unnerved her cousins, especially Noi who was currently lacking in all manners of tact.
"You weird." The Soul scowled in declaration. Retta gasped in what was almost-horror at what she heard, she never told others what she truly felt about them if it was a negative thing. Malas blinked at Noi's words but her response was a mere shrug.
Metanoia was at a loss of words; Retta would bleat and puff as if she was crying whenever the Soul insulted the Mishap. She had to break 'Las, one way or another. "You gots funny ears! Your hair no pretty! You dumb!"
But Malas was just taking everything in stride, the words just bounced off her. Thankfully Elias and Habi were in the living room being calmed down, else he'd be throwing another fit at Noi's behavior.
"Done now?" Malas asked, rising from her seat. The older child's attempts at riling her up were all for nothing. 'Las was accustomed to taking verbal abuse, even physical. She stared at Noi, her eyes radiating boredom at her cousin's name-calling.
Metanoia was clearly upset and had tears running down her cheeks. She wiped her face with her sleeve, snorting wetly. Much to Retta's disgust. The Mishap moved away from the Soul and walked up to 'Las, linking her arm with the criminal's. "We go?" she suggested.
'Las shrugged, "'Kay."
The Mishap led her to the living room where Elias and Habi were playing on the floor. By now, Keith had cleared the living room of anything breakable and sharp. After Shimmer had knocked over a vase, the chameleon thought it best to hide everything until either the children grew up, or Shimmer finds her marbles. Whichever was more likely to happen.
Elias and Habi were having fun playing hide and seek. Of course, being linked with one another made separation difficult and hiding spots limited. Still, they enjoyed searching for the other, even if Habi tended to reveal where she was unintentionally.
Retta pointed at her brother (whom still merited her ire for being Haze's new favorite), "That play. Hide 'n Seek." she explained.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 9:01 pm
Retta Stays With Cousin 'Las
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 8:55 pm
Into Silar - Part 1; Preparations
Having gone to the beach and not having quite enjoyed herself, Haze believed that they deserved a better vacation. One where she dictated every single detail and knew her requests (no matter how inane) would be accommodated. A devilish smile makes its way across her ruby lips as she descends the stairs into the living room. There she finds her servant Huni, playing a simple game with her adopted child Metanoia. She watched the pair clap and snap in an alternating rhythm, and listened to them chanting.
All for five seconds before she decided she was bored with their game.
"Huni, pack everyone's things and arrange for someone to watch over the house for a week. She instructed. "We're leaving Gaia for a spell."
"What do you mean everyone?" the Gaian blinked.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? Retta's things, Elias and Habi's things, your child's things, and even Keith and Shimmer's things. Honestly, what am I paying you for?" She sighed with a condescending roll of her eyes.
"Apparently to read your mind." Huni muttered beneath her breath. Noi simply stared at her mother, she was in one of her down moods it seemed. Huni could only hope the Soul didn't throw a tantrum when they went to Silar. The Gaian knew they were going to Haze's home world as she always specified leaving Gaia. Not Durem, but Gaia.
With a resigned sigh she leads Noi upstairs to one of the many storage closets in the house. She'd have to find several suitcases if everyone was going. "When you grow up Noi, don't ever become the hired friend of a spoiled, rich brat like Haze." she muttered as she rummaged through the closets.
She lugged out four large suitcases, each one big enough to fit in at least two weeks worth of clothing. They were made out of a dark obsidian leather, some dangerous beast from Silar, Huni expected. The Gaian hadn't really bother to learn about Silarian fauna.
She didn't need to pack anything for herself, nor for Haze, their armoires were magically linked to their rooms in Silar. However, she'd need to pack for the rest of the denizens of the household. She was grateful that Keith and Shimmer didn't mind having only a few sets of clothing, Keith in fact had more pants than shirts. He seemed to be able to change the designs at will. A real money-saver if Huni ever saw one. Shimmer preferred things that were breathable and wouldn't get ruined when wet. A rather limited selection in Huni's opinion. She hoped these two wouldn't mind sharing a suitcase.
While she folded and piled the clothes into the luggage, Noi simply watched her mother. She didn't feel particularly helpful and since Huni didn't ask her, she didn't see any reason to volunteer. Quietly, she sat on the floor, staring as the Gaian finished sorting and packing.
One down, three more to go.
After finishing with Keith and Shimmer's clothing, Huni thought it best that she packed Metanoia's things. "Let's go, Noi, you can show me what you want to wear for the next two weeks."
The Soul merely shrugged as she toddled after Huni with a heavy sigh. Half an hour later, Huni had chosen enough clothes for the Soul for every occassion. She ended up choosing nearly half of Noi's wardrobe. Four sundresses, three pairs of sandals, two pairs of shoes, three formal dresses, three jumpers with matching shirts, all were brand new. For one reason or another, whenever Noi wore something, it... changed. Absently she looked at what her child was wearing at this moment. The dress Noi had one had one sleeve torn, and the hem of her skirt on the same side seem to have come undone. Her socks were of the same pair, but one sock looked like it was decades since it was last washed. Her shoes were a stark contrast to each other; one shone with a newly polished gleen, the other looked like it had been buried in mud and washed in coffee.
Huni was not ashamed of Noi, she loved the little girl but she worried about the Wyndre's and what remarks they'd make. She'd end up working herself into a conniption had Shimmer not skipped past the door singing off-key.
"Noi, why don't you go make sure that Shimmer doesn't try to unpack her things?" Huni suggested as she snapped the clasps of the suitcase shut.
The Soul stared at Huni with sad eyes but nodded, quietly padding out of the room after Shimmer.
The third suitcase was for Kalderetta, a Magical Mishap and Haze's first charge. Unfortunately, she shared Haze's desire for material possessions and was a hoarder by nature. She clearly stated what she liked and refuse to acknowledge those she didn't like. The amount of clothes in her closet could rival Haze's, if she had her own magical armoire. Well, she did have her own armoire, however it could only hold a finite amount of clothing, much like Huni's. But it held far more clothes than Huni's did.
The Gaian wasn't sure if she should be offended that Haze was much more willing to buy things for Retta even though Gaian children outgrew their things far quicker than normal. Then again, it wasn't as if Huni wasn't being compensated for Haze's verbal abuse and odd requests. With a shake of her head, Huni scanned her drawers for the spare key to Retta's room.
Kalderetta was in her room, making another sheepie plush. At the sound of the door opening, the sheep-child rose in courtesy but blinked when she saw it was just Huni. The Mishap liked her guardian's servant, and would sometimes call her Aunt Huni just for the fun of it. But Haze had always made it known to the toddler that Huni was a servant first, a friend second.
"I know what I want." Retta stated, and pointed towards the armoire. "All those on left."
Well, this is going to be quick. Thought Huni as she dragged in the suitcase. Opening the armoire, Huni's jaw dropped when she saw that only one eighth of the garments were on the right side. She twitched and wondered just how she was going to be able to fit all those clothes in one suitcase.
A quick mental calculation and it was obvious that Huni would have to fetch another suitcase. She sighs and exits, returning once again to the Mishap's room. The second suitcase is smaller than the first, but is still quite large.
Retta bleated in distaste at the ugly banana-yellow color of the second luggage and immediately ordered Huni to find something else. The red-head was at a loss. The closet had run out of luggages, the remaining sets were Haze's and the Silarian did not like to share.
"I hope Elias doesn't mind using this one, then." Huni muttered beneath her breath as she switched the banana-yellow suitcase with the last obsidian one. After finishing with Retta's things, the Gaian needed a break. One she took on the couch.
A bad decision, as Irlan decided to make a surprise visit.
"Lying down on the job? What kind of servant are you?" He sneered as he shifted from the iridescent-blue insect he had been earlier. Walking to the door, he unlocked it and let his own charge in.
Malas gave Aunt Huni a small smile, something she had found herself more willing to do ever since she grew.
"Shut it, Irlan. I'm not in the mood." Huni snapped, baring her teeth in a snarl as she draped her arm over her eyes. She heard him approach and she could smell the scent of cedarwood threatening to overwhelm her nostrils. She moved her arm out of her eyes and shrieked when she saw the a large, bright blue pair of pincer jaws breathing on her. She grabbed at anything to swat the offending creature away, "I said QUIT IT, Irlan!"
The large insect clicked its pincers together in what may very well be a mocking laugh. He shifted back to his human form and leered, "See, here's the thing. You're a servant here, and last I heard you had some packing to do? Now unless you're already done with that, you shouldn't be lounging about. What do the Wyndres pay you for?"
Huni's expression turned ugly, it was one thing to have Haze talk to her that way, it was a completely different matter when it was Irlan. "Get. Out."
"Or what?" replied an amused smirk.
Huni said nothing, but there was a sudden tightening in Irlan's chest that made breathing almost unbearable. He doubled over as his stomach knotted. Literally. And if it weren't for the ringing in his ears, he would have heard bones snapping.
And then the pain stopped.
Irlan found himself on the floor, Malas staring at him from the couch. "Aunt Huni did something to you." She explained, as if her guardian wouldn't have figure it out.
"Nah, looking at her face that long just made me sick." Irlan wasn't about to let his kid think Huni could best him. Oh no, she just caught him off-guard.
And speaking of Huni, she was already upstairs packing Elias' things. "Habi, DON'T!!!" then a loud crash, and was soon followed by an equally loud keen.
"Although, I think that little creature can cause her more trouble than I can." The man grinned.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 8:56 pm
Into Silar - Part 2; Welcome to Virall
The front lawn of the two-story house was an odd sight to behold. Four adults, each carrying a suitcase were lined up, a long-haired red-head in the very front and a short-haired red-head bringing the rear. Between these adults were two toddlers, an infant in a stroller and a curious looking animal.
The bags have been packed, the house-sitter has been instructed and paid, all necessary preparations have been made. The only thing left was to actually go to Silar. Traveling from one realm to another itself wasn't difficult for Haze or Huni, it was a simple spell grounded in a beacon of sorts back in Silar. All they needed to do was light the aforementioned beacon with their spell and that would allow a passage from Gaia to Silar to open.
This was the only Gesturemancy that Haze had bothered to learn and perfect in Gaia. After all, if she needed to go to the spa, well, she couldn't trust just anyone with her delicate skin and hair, could she?
"Are we going to stand here the whole day?" Keith muttered impatiently. It wasn't as if he disliked being outdoors, he disliked spending any time within Haze's vicinity. Or simply put, he just didn't like Haze. Period.
"Hush, you, I need to concentrate." The Silarian snapped with a glare. She took a deep breath and began to Gesture. Slowly, a portal tore itself open, beckoning people to investigate, to enter, to perhaps become lost within.
Haze wordlessly stepped through, disappearing into a vortex of swirling colors and a myriad of multi-hued lights. The next to follow was Retta, who shared the same nonchalance as her guardian. This wasn't her first trip to Silar, and judging from the first few times she knew it wouldn't be her last. She'd only have to learn how to get there on her own.
Once the sheep Mishap had vanished, her cousin Metanoia stepped up. She gripped at the orange-skinned woman's hand, though few would be able to know the older woman was her pet. A goldfish in human guise, capable of breathing in air as well as under water.
"We go we go we go now~!" Shimmer chanted in her sing-song voice. She took the lead and practically leapt into the portal, dragging the frightened Painted Soul with her.
The green-haired man sighed in embarrassment, glancing over to his owner before he wheeled the last of the children into the portal. Elias and Uninhabited marveled and squealed as they entered the pretty lights.
Finally, Huni gave once last look at the house, and prayed that Irlan would not drop by and send the house-sitter screaming his head off. It wasn't easy finding someone to who would watch a house for the meager price Huni was offering at such short notice. With a worried sigh, she steps through the portal, and arrives in the foyer of Wyndre Manor.
Haze was no where to be found, which was not unusual as the Silarian didn't think it necessary to give anyone a tour of the Manor. Huni didn't need one either, she had lived in Silar for a time and had learned the layout of the manor fairly well. Unless the Wyndres recently renovated, she was certain things remained as they were before.
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It is here that the story separates into their own branches. Each focusing on a specific group at a time. Suffice to say, Elias and Uninhabited were with their guardian, as was Kalderetta. Metanoia clung to Shimmer who, in return, stuck to Keith (much to his dismay) who simply refused to let Huni out of his sight.
The servants in Wyndre Manor cautiously approached both parties, the major domo accompanying the red-haired Silarian.
"Mistress, the Master wishes to see you upon your return to Silar." He stated in a foreboding tone.
Haze arched a brow, "I haven't returned, I'm merely passing through Virall." she huffed, promptly flipping her hair indignantly. Kalderetta bleated in a mimicry of her guardian, though she flicked her tail instead. Elias peered up at the major domo with wide chocolate-brown eyes. He didn't like how this funny-talking man looked at them.
The Forgotten stuck his lip out in a pout when he came into eye contact with the major domo. The servant didn't so much as acknowledge the little boy, and expertly he managed to avoid Habi's attempt at inspecting his shoes. The little daemon squawked as she stumbled, sprawling beak-first across the carpetted floor.
"Mistress, that was not a request." The servant explained, gingerly stepping over the fallen daemon.
Haze stopped and eyed the servant critically, a flick of her wrist and the man was sent flying away. Kalderetta let out an upset bleat, she had never known Haze to be that strong. With wide eyes, she stared up at her guardian with a different sort of respect.
Elias, on the other hand, just gawked in confusion. Being seated in stroller, he hadn't seen Haze use her gesturemancy and therefore didn't know why the funny-talking man went away like that. Did he see something that scared him so he jumped?
"Tell my brother he'll see me in a few day's time." Haze imperiously declared as she continued to lead her charges to her room.
The major domo picked himself up and dusted off his uniform. He gave a tired sigh and made a note to visit a doctor to tend to his aging bones. He severely disliked how both siblings tended to shoot the messenger, and was sorely tempted to ask for Rae's help. She was Arson's favorite after all, surely she'd have a better way of explaining to the Master how the Mistress would see him on her terms.
Of course that would only prompt Arson to ask the major domo why it was Rae who fulfilled the task when it was given to him. "I simply can't win, I suppose."
The group continued to walk, with Habi padding after them. They travelled down the seemingly never ending hallway, walls lined with portraits and busts of long deceased ancestors. The Mishap shivered and the hair on the back of her neck stood on ends as she noted how life-like the portraits were. She half-expected them to blink. Elias and Uninhabited shared the sentiments. Wyndre Manor was not a very cheerful place, but that was to be expected of the only family capable of weilding the Ghost Art.
Haze noticed the discomfort of her charges and for the life of her couldn't fathom why. She had grown up in Wyndre Manor and nothing in the house ever struck her as frightening. She stopped in her tracks when they came across a young man's portrait. He was broad of chest and shoulders, a rare trait when compared to the rest of the lanky, nearly rail-thin Wyndre men. His skin was bronze, providing a sharp contrast to the other paintings of pale men and women. His dark jet-black hair was wild, unruly, and because it remained so in the painting, he must have preferred to style it that way. He had an almost beast-like quality that many believed were more suited for those born with the blessings of Corsae as opposed to Yrast. But the gods were not to be questioned, they had their reasons.
"This is the man whose last name you share, Elias." Haze explained, not caring if the infant could understand her words. "This is Raze Injo. Someday it shall become apparent why I named you with his bloodline. It shall become apparent to all of us."
Retta eyed the portrait then her brother before narrowing her eyes at him. How dare he steal Haze's attention from her? He shall pay for this insult. A hand suddenly rested atop the Mishap's blonde head. She looked up and found it belonged to Haze. Though the red-head did not meet her gaze, Retta found herself comforted.
"Fret not, Retta, you are a Wyndre, a part of the main family. That certainly counts for something."
Wordlessly, they continued to walk until they arrived at Haze's room. It was an exact copy of her room back in Silar. She retrieved a small sphere from one of the drawers and clenched it tightly in the palm of her hands. When it glowed with a near-blinding light, a voice suddenly boomed into the room.
"Daaarling, it's so wonderful to hear from you! It's been so loooong. So, what do you need this time?"
"I love how you know me so well, Ingrish. Just the quickest and most discreet way to get eight individuals to Odanna."
"Certainly lovie, I'll send a Worym to your Manor in a little while. Be sure to allow it entrance~ you wouldn't want to fry this one like you did the first one. Ta ta~"
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