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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 12:52 pm
Nyoka is sitting in the living room with Damien, watching a movie. "What's-" she starts.
But Damien interrupts her. "Shhh!" he says, leaning forward in his seat.
"I came over when you called me to tell me you were home for a little while. I was hoping to do something other than watch a cheesy French film," Nyoka grumps.
"It is not cheesy," Damien says, the word feeling strange on his tongue. "It is beautiful."
"Let me tell you how this is going to end," she starts. "Like ever other French film I have seen. The boy is going to realize that he is gay, fall in love with one of his classmates, and get beat up for it. Something along those lines."
Damien simply glares at Nyoka. He reaches for the DVD remote control and switched it off. "Fine, you pick a movie. I don't want one of those bloody action films. That is a bunch of trash, if I have ever seen it."
"You underestimate the power of blood, exploding things, and racing against the clock! Some of them are masterpieces!"
"Bollucks," Damien says, his turn to grump.
"Fine, we'll sit here, in the quiet," Nyoka says.
"Fine," Damien says, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 1:02 pm
Walking the path to Emerald Cottage, Shina began to feel chills shoot up and down her spine, thinking herself a ghost after being absent for so long. But this was just another bridge that she was going to have to cross if she ever wanted to have a normal life again. Well, atleast, as normal as the life of a Fa''e could be.
The outline of the cottage was visible in the distance, and already, Shina knew that her sister was inside next to Damien. Seeing only their spirit energy, she couldn''t quite make out that he had changed in size, but her pace did quicken as excitement and anticipation began to pass over her.
Pausing at the doorway, she hovered for a moment before knocking softly, not quite sure if this was still a second home for her.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 1:16 pm
"I'll get it," Nyoka grabs at Faene as he rushes to the door. "Go and help Emme," she tells the little house elf.
He looks a little sad, but does as he is asked.
"I need to get away from you anyhow," she tells Damien, sticking her tongue out at him.
He actually smiles at that, even though he really didn't want to. Nyoka slithers toward the door, a small smile on her face.
She thinks about who could be here. Not very many people, including the Fa'e, even know how to get here. Maybe it is Aadil! He has never really visited, probably once. It could be her lucky day!
She opens the door, grinning at the thought of a certain, colorful, handsome, Fa'e being at her doorstep.
Instead, she is greeted by a sight that she didn't think she would see again. Her smile fades away, and her eyes widen a little. The snakes on her head, however, hiss happily at the sight of Shina, betraying the swelling of at least one of the emotions in Nyoka's chest.
Relief, happiness, Nyoka doesn't know what to do. It isn't until Damien calls out to her, asking who it is, that she snaps out of it.
"Shina, is that really you?" she asks, her voice soft.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 1:28 pm
Apprehension was pushed aside as Shina lurched forward, arms flying around her sister's neck for a hug. "I'm so sorry I didn't come and see you sooner," she whispered in a hushed tone, feeding off the mix of happiness and relief that Nyoka was exuding.
This was unlike the meetings she had experienced with her other friends and Hoshi because Nyoka was, quite literally, family thanks to Eirnae and Lenore, and it was this feeling of having a place in the world that reassured Shina so quickly. Her wings remained slightly stiffened though, worried about the questions that might come up.
"You... You've grown," she said at last, drawing back from the embrace to stare at her taller and fuller sister.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 1:36 pm
For one of those rare times in her life, Nyoka lets the tears fall from her eyes, and she hugs her sister tightly. When she feels the rounded stomach against her own, she eases up a little.
When Shina pulls away, Nyoka hastily starts wiping at her eyes, mentally cursing herself for not being stronger. Her own wings twitch a little as Nyoka tries to reel in her emotions.
As Shina's first statement breaks through the barrier in Nyoka's emotions, and finally seeps into her brains, she frowns a little. "How long have you been back?" she asks. She then waves it off. It didn't matter, did it? She was probably with Hoshi, as it should be.
She does nod, however, at the last comment. "That I have," she says, softly. "You have missed much," she tells her sister, though smiling to soften her words.
Damien sighs impatiently. What is taking Nyoka so long? He stands from the couch and takes a moment to stretch, before he walks on long legs to the door.
"Nyoka, come back alre . . . " his voice trails off when he sees who is with his sister. It has been a long time, but he could never forget her. Not when Nyoka spoke of her every once in a while, or when there are pictures of her on the wall with the rest of the family.
So shocked is he that he can't even speak. He merely just stands there, gaping at his other sister.
Nyoka looks back at Damien, frowning a little. "Aren't you going to tell your sister hi, Damien?" she asks.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 1:48 pm
Tears seemed to be spilling down Shina's high cheekbones every time she revealed her re-existance of sorts to more and more of her friends, and added with the tears of Nyoka, she did not try to fight these ones, letting them slowly create puddles on her collarbone. She smiled gently as she felt Nyoka accomadate the round of her belly.
Still standing in the doorway, Shina did not try to avoid Nyoka's question, whether she swept it aside or not. "Not long, I promise. Just... longer than it should have taken me to see you. Things have just been so strange and whirlwind." It need not be mentioned that she had been to Prom, Airi, and so much else that she had done in her time back.
Shina's eyes dimmed slightly, thinking back to all the things she had missed, but it was the sight of what was about to come around the corner that surprised her more than anything else. "This is...," she began, eyeing the bishie teen with partially blind eyes. "Damien?" Though his features were shadows to her, she could now sense quite a larger presence than the small toddler she used to know.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 1:57 pm
Nyoka's eyes are still watering as she sees Shina crying. She reaches over with the intention of wiping at some of the tears on her sister's cheeks, before glancing back at Damien.
"I understand," is all Nyoka says to her when she tries to explain about how long she has been away.
As though the sound of his name breaks him from his spell, Damien takes a tentative step toward Shina, for that is who he is sure is standing before him now. He still doesn't speak just yet.
"Yes, this is Damien," Nyoka smiles wider.
Damien looks over at Nyoka a moment, before his eyes return to Shina once again. "Welcome home," he says. His voice is not broken anymore, as it was when he first reached the threshold of that awkward teenage stage in his life. No more embarassing moments of the high-pitched trying to break through. "We've all missed you," he says, in his shy, low tone. "I am sorry that Mum Lenore could not be here to see you . . ."
Unsure as he is of how to act, he takes a few more tentative steps toward Shina, until he is standing before her. Finally, he smiles, and moves to hug her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 2:04 pm
Smiling at Nyoka, she did not speak, finding herself too full of emotion. Instead, she focused her attention on Damien as he surveyed her, hoping that he would remember her... he was so young.
It was with a sigh of relief that she felt his embrace, returning it with equal enthusiasm. And he was right, she was home. Or atleast as close to it as was possible without her Mother at her side. "You are so handsome," she remarked quietly, recognizing the way light bended off of his features.
Lenore? she questioned in her mind. Despite what she had seen from Akina's memories, part of her still wondered innocently if her mother's lifemate might know where she was. But that was a question for another day.
"Forgive a pregnant woman's whims, but would you mind terribly if we moved to the couch? My feet and wings are weary from carrying the added weight," she smiled again, hoping to loosen up entirely before the night was over.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 1:12 pm
Nyoka seems to snap herself out of whatever thoughts she might have been thinking at that moment. "Oh, gods, Shina," Nyoka slithers back a few paces. "Forgive us for our bad manners. Please, come in. Just tell us if you want anything else," she is smiling sheepishly now.
Damien is silent again as he moves to allow his sister to enter. He is smiling in his shy way, still, as he waits for her to come in.
Once that is done, he starts to lead everyone into the living room, unsure whether whatever has kept Shina away this long has made her forget where everything is in the manor.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 6:50 pm
Still slightly uneasy, Shina ambled past her sister, carrying the weight gracefully as if it had been part of her since birth. "There are no bad manners between family," she said softly, placing a hand on her sister's scaled shoulder before sidling over to the couch. "And don't worry about getting me anything... It is I who owe you some time."
Offering a half smile, the angelic Fa'e could feel the stone of guilt rolling around in her stomach; it had been there since the day she had awaken from that dark place. Seeing Damien leading the way into the room, Shina leaned over to her sister to quietly whisper, "I am astonished by how he has grown..."
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