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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 5:02 pm
Backdated #1 - Edan and Sosiqui
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 5:02 pm
Backdated #2 - Amalthea's Merging
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2005 5:03 pm
Backdated #3 - Feien Lost
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 9:20 am
Backdated #4 - Feien Found!
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 9:31 pm
March 16th, 2005~
Edan carefully scribbled across the notepaper, the quill's feathery bits crunching a bit in his hand. He wasn't used to this writing thing, not yet, and his letters were still scribbly and scrawly... but they were his.
His letters. Him filling up a blank space with his own thoughts and observations. Before there hadn't been anything there, and now there was something! It was one of the most interesting things he'd ever seen. Admittedly, he hadn't seen much in his short life so far, but this writing was pretty high up there on the coolness list.
He turned the paper over and kept going, glancing every so often into the mica-chip mirror near him. He kept the mirror at all times, wearing it at his side, held there by a length of soft cord. Amalthea had teased him, but he didn't mind.
"Weapons are supposed to go there," she'd said.
"It is one," he'd answered, calmly, and she'd laughed at him and left. He'd laughed back to himself.
It was one, truly. Once he figured out his own magic. He was the first of the new generation of Feien to have this element, and that made him special.
He liked that, and made sure to write it down.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:55 pm
April 9th, 2005~
"Happy almost birthday to ME," Amalthea warbled, off-key. Edan winced and threw a wadded ball of paper at her; she dodged, neatly. "Happy almost birthday to ME!"
"You're going to be old," Edan informed her. "Old and crusty. What does it feel like to be old?" He looked at her expectantly, quill poised above another sheet of paper.
"I'm not OLD," Amal retorted, wings buzzing in irritation.
"Cranky. Refuses to see reality," Edan said and wrote at the same time.
"I do NOT," she insisted, snatching the paper away from him.
Edan looked up, eyes hard. "Give it back."
"No. Why should I give it back? You're only going to write more mean things on it," Amalthea huffed, jumping into the air and waving the paper above Edan's head. "I'm going to throw it in the toilet and flush it away."
"I'm almost as fast as you!" Edan leapt after her, his cloth wings flaring, but Amalthea dodged again, her eyes sparkling with mischeif.
"Not fast enough!"
Edan muttered something under his breath. He WASN'T fast enough. She might not be that much quicker than him, but she was more agile and had far more magic than he did (it was excessive, really!), and so she could fly much better than he could.
He landed and slid down to sit cross-legged. "I'll write it down again."
"I'll flush it again," Amalthea said merrily, flitting out of the room, paper in hand.
Edan looked darkly at his next sheet of paper and began to write.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2005 10:11 am
May 10th, 2005~
"Show-off," Edan muttered as Amalthea executed another round of Chilly Spray, right in the middle of the kitchen, where she KNEW he'd have to watch her as he nibbled on his wedge of dry toast.
Edan didn't have a whole ton of magic, and what he did have, he was unsure how to use. Amalthea seemed intent on showing him up at every opportunity, as a sort of petty vengeance for his taking notes.
He'd show her. Magic wasn't the be-all and end-all she seemed to think it was. When she glanced over at him, he quickly met her gaze, frowned, and made as if to write in his makeshift notebook. She glared at him and turned away.
"Bah," he muttered.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2005 7:55 pm
June 4th, 2005~
Mirror.
Edan raised his right hand and placed it on the mirror; the reflection-Edan did the same thing. He leaned in, feeling the cool surface beneath his palm, close enough that his breath marred the other Edan's face with mist.
"Who are you?"
The reflection's lips moved in time with his, but there was no answering sound. It was the one thing the mirror-Edan couldn't do.
The Feien pressed up close to the mirror, leaning against it with his whole body.
"Who are you...?"
"A stupid Feien who talks to mirrors!" came a giggle.
"AMAL, STOP IT," Edan barked, whirling around and glaring at her - she was standing in the doorway, head tilted rakishly at him, hair falling over her face. She snickered and darted away, wings buzzing.
"She doesn't understand you," Edan muttered, brushing his own hair back out of his face and turning back to the mirror. "Only I do. Just me."
He smiled shyly at the Edan in the mirror. The reflection smiled back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 10:31 am
((Sorry for the posting delay, I went to a con over the weekend of the 4th. XD))
July 11th, 2005~
Amalthea squirmed in her tissue-box bed, wriggling until the noise of rustling paper made Edan fling a pebble at the side, denting it a bit. "Shut up," he hissed.
"You shut up," Amalthea retorted, but her heart wasn't in it. Not entirely. Still, she rolled over one last time and fanned out her wings, then lay on her stomach and pouted.
Stupid... everything.
So much had changed when she'd merged.
It wasn't like she'd thought it would be. She MISSED Rakuen. She couldn't find the soft gentle hum of his voice anymore. She missed the cool shivery touch of his gem against her skin. And though they'd merged jut as she'd dreamed... the result hadn't been what she'd dreamed.
Eternal togetherness. Thoughts mingling and dancing in her head. Magic.
"Rakuen, where are you?" she whispered, squinting to prevent tears from rolling down her cheeks. She'd never hear the end of it if Edan heard her.
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