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 Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 8:13 pm
The days to follow the emergence of a new addition to the family had been remarkable. They had been hectic, yet soothing, entertaining, yet mundane. There was a fresh quality to life that could not be denied, and Emily had been rejuvenated. Her withered figure was aglow with life, saddled with dedications and intrigue if only for the sake of such a handsome young boy being in her charge. She had recognized quickly: he was an orderly young man, curious in nature and particularly lacking within his focus. Nevertheless, he was pleasant and polite to the ear, eager to assist, and all the more willing to accept the sudden explanation for the circumstances of his emergence.
There had been no memory of beautiful compositions within a room. In fact, the room had seemed to fade away to the back of memory and care, which had left them within their decided roles with one another. Grandmother and Grandchild - and certainly there was no quarrel with the matter. Not at all! Emily was pleased. She was satisfied, and he had appeared equally content in his ignorance and seeming sense of normality. Whatever words they had exchanged had been replaced with almost years of build-up. They were familiar. They were together, and they were as casual as any duo may have been on the street. It was peculiar that a pair of strangers would act so rhythmically, but they did - and there existed nothing more than eager smiles and hurries as they explored the crafts fair that they had located somewhere a short distance from the fish market shop.
Quirky gadgets, works of art, or various little games had sprung up in small tents and on small tables. While walking through town on an errand with Emily, Bastion had been captivated. The sensations he felt from the sheer amount of noise had been enough to drive his senses wild. With pleading eyes, and an even more pleading voice, he had managed to coo Emily toward the fair - and there they had been situated for hours, wandering through the booths to observe the miscellaneous items, the junk, and the masterpieces alike.
Bastion had twiddled his fingers, running to and fro with a cautious outlook, always checking to ensure Emily was within his sight. The old woman, too, had kept a wary eye. She walked at a comfortable pace, fixing her heavy winter's coat and hat on occasion when they happened to stop at a table or briefly to allow each other to catch up; then a noise had instantly taken away focus.
The young boy in the golden vest had winced. His head had jerked to the left and right, one hand covering an ear as he leaned around a small crowd to see someone tuning an old radio. The static and shriek was a nuisance, and it certainly was enough to cause him to wander through the crowd in an attempt to escape it.
Unfortunately, by the time he had accomplished that, he had looked back to realize ... Emily was gone.
"Grandmother?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 9:21 pm
This excursion was definitely odd for Eveline. She had always been one to enjoy pawn shopping, antique browsing and stall hunting. Yet, she never had the purpose to actually purchase anything within shows such as these. The hum of people her age and above, chatting and milling around the stalls filled her ears pleasantly. The weather, while cold, had shown signs of warming up, thus the momentous occasion such as her first real antique shopping day had been chosen. Just for one day, Eveline was able to disregard odd mansions, extravagant music rooms and an overbearing Cassi. However, there was one addition to this day of bliss. Lynet.
Why yes, of course it was because of the small girl that the two had made an excursion today, both of them deciding that the furniture within the mansion's upper floor definitely needed a slight upgrade. A century had passed and they were searching for things that were rustic but not too modern nor too old. Refurbishing the mansion had become a project in itself. The pennies were beginning to run out and Eveline did hate to dip into the actual savings made for the Mansion.
In fact. The woman had no intention of staying at the haunted estate for long, or even at all in the introduction of this tale, but she currently found herself in a financial rut. As long as the items she purchased were for the Mansion, then the town had opted to take a large sum out. So they decided to stay. Until the times were a little more forgiving.
Eveline was pulled from her thoughts as a tiny hand gripped her coat, green eyes gazing back at her with curiosity. "Mummy? What's that?"
Eveline cooed and patted her charge's head. "Not now, love. Let me speak with the vendor."
Now Lynet was normally a well behaved girl. Always minding her own business, never wanting to get any feathers in a hitch. But today was so full of life. She gave one last helpless tug on Eveline, standing close and flitting her wings ever so often in the slightest of annoyances. That is until she saw another boy, her age, in a brilliant golden vest. He looked worried. She looked towards Eveline once more before heading over to the other boy, a familiar connection and a faint ringing of a song sounded within Lynet's mind as she thought of him. They were the same somehow.
"Excuse me, sir. Are you lost?"
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Hikari_of_Genesis Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:32 pm
The crowds had circled about him as they walked. Some men or women or children carried bags. Others carried small toys, or food offered from some of the stands, or drinks. Some held their distinguishing features - long scruffy beards, or bottle-cap eyeglasses. Yet, not one of them was Emily. Not one of them was that familiar presence which he recognized and felt he needed at a decent distance.
He had began to tremble with the fear; his thumbs had twiddled together as he bit down on his lip, spinning in a circle and searching frantically. He had spun around twice before his fidgeting eyes had settled upon a form. A young girl had approached him in what he had recognized as a well-mannered way. Bastion had searched her, marking the formality of her dress, the neatness of her features and manners - which had been solidified in the form of a sound.
Lost? In the name of truth, yes! Bastion's fingers had stopped movie. His eyes had appeared to cease flickering left and right in their wild, untamed directions. "Thank you for asking, miss." He had breathed shakily. His gaze had shifted to his shoes in worry. "I only took a step, and I can not find my grandmother." He had confessed. "Have you seen her?" He had looked up again, as if suffering an epiphany. "She is ... She is somewhat round, and is very kind. A coat; she was wearing a coat as well." Bastion had described her. His arms had wrapped about him, hugging himself tightly. "That blasted noise startled me, cachhhhhh-shhhhh-shhh-sqreeee-ztttt, and now I do not see her at all."
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