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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 2:02 am
Sayuri walked along; brush, brush, brush. The swish of the broom hairs on the tatami matting proceeded her steps down the hallway and into the living room. She sweep the dust pile towards the plastic pan, scooping it up and standing again, glancing onto the table where the bloom usually was...but it wasnt. She dropped the broom, kneeling and hurriedly searching the floor, under table and chairs, before moving out of the room and off into the other areas of her house. As the left the living room a small figure moved out from behind a sofa cushion, little feet making no dents in the material as it walked.
A smile spread on the Feien's face, and her wings opened, flapping the air lazily, but gaining no lift.
The change in expression was swift; a cloud covered her face, mouth twisting and eyes scrunching up. Why could she not fly! She balled tiny fists, stomping across the sofa. If she couldnt fly, how could she stay out of sight of that big lumbering whatchamacallit? She listened carefully, hearing footsteps again, and darted back behind a cushion. Sayuri walked back in, hands wringing. Where had the bloom gotten to? She was a terrible Guardian, she mumbled, couldnt even take care of a bloom! She sat down heavily on the sofa, and then jumped up again as though she had been bitten.
'Oi!' shrieked a tiny voice.
'You nearly sat on me you great big bummed idiot!'
Sayuri looked at the sofa, at the Feien standing there. She fluttered her wings, annoyed, hands on miniscule hips.
'I'm sorry but I didnt realise you had emerged from your bloom, if I had I would have been looking out for you.'
'Right..' scowled the Feien, hop-gliding from the sofa to the table.
'If I could fly, I'd come up there and poke you in the nose.'
Sayuri chewed on her lower lip; well this had gone well hadnt it? Such a bad beginning. She sat down again.
'I can only say I'm sorry,' she said, hands clasped. The Feien was seated now, back to Sayuri, wings folded. She then stood, pattering to the edge of the table and floated down, landing on her tip-toes onto the tatami matting.
'Give me a good name, and I shall be a kind-hearted Feien and forgive you,' and with that she stalked off, finding a hiding place.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 8:26 am
The dread-locked Feien watched the woman moving around her kitchen, a scowl marring her pretty features. She slid behind the biscuit barrel, her wings folded tightly against her back to prevent them getting scraped along the tiles of the wall. She stepped out, clearing her throat and Sayuri turned, spoon and bowl in hand from where she was cooking.
'Hello,' the woman said brightly. The feien strolled across the worktop.
'You found me a name yet?' she demanded, hands on hips. Sayuri wiped her floured hands on the apron she was wearing and nodded.
'Yes..' she paused.
'How does Kanchana sound?'
The Feien rolled the name around in her head, her wings stretching and flapping a little.
'What does it mean?' she rounded sharply on Sayuri again.
'Its Hindu for Gold,' Sayuri explained, as Kanchana stepped delicately across the worktop, leaving dainty footprints in the spilled floor there.
'Gold is a precious metal.'
Kanchana sucked in a breath, and then spoke;
'Yes I like that. I am worthy of that name.'
She twisted a coil of hair around a tiny finger, looking at Sayuri.
'What are you making this mess for then?'
Sayuri went back to rolling out the dough, sprinkling more flour so that it wouldnt stick on either the worktop or the rolling pin.
'Shaped biscuits,' she showed Kanchana the star shaped cutter.
'Are you doing any my size, or are they just for you so your bum can get bigger?' the feien cheeked. She picked up piece of dough, squishing it in her hands, seeing how it stuck to her skin.
'Actually I was thinking you could make some.'
Kanchana blinked.
'Oh..' she knelt in the flour, and Sayuri pushed a piece over and after disappearing for a moment, came back with a cleaned pencil stub for her to use as a rolling pin.
'Sorry bout calling your bum big,' Kanchana said, as she pushed the pencil along the dough, flattening it as she went. Sayuri smiled;
'I think I'm getting used to your blatant honesty, but thank you.'
She finished cutting out star shaped dough pieces, placing them on a baking tray and waited for the feien to finish. Kanchana had finished finally, making strangely shaped dough pieces. She picked them up and plopped them on the baking tray to join the regular sized ones. The feien looked at her floured and doughed hands.
'Here,' Sayuri had set up a cup with warmed water, a soap slither and a flannel as a towel for Kanchana to use.
'I'll keep an eye on the biscuits,' she held a hand out so that Kanchana could get onto the floor again. Kanchana wandered off, pattering down the hallway, heading for the living room so she could look out the shuttered windows.
Sayuri pulled out the cookies, the smaller ones having crisped and browned very quickly. She put them onto greaseproof paper, leaving them on a plate for the Feien. The rest were put back in to carry on baking. Sayuri was happy, the Feien was prickly sometimes, bluntly honest at time, but they were finally starting to get along. She only hoped that the arrival of the new bloom wouldnt put a spanner in the works.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 6:32 am
Sayuri frowned, looking hard at the Feien;
'What do you think you are doing?' she asked of the small one, Kanchana being perched on the side of a cardboard box, flapping her hand to rid it of the sellotape stuck to it.
'Me?' Kanchana pulled sharply on the contents of the box, teetering as she did so, spreading her wings for balance before hefting it up. It was the new bloom Sayuri was expecting, and she cursed herself for not getting to the box and opening it sooner and out of sight of the Feien.
'What's this? Fed up of me already??' she shrieked, flinging the bloom down on the table, which shivered as it impacted the surface.
'Kanchana!' Sayuri scolded, moving forwards to make sure the bloom hadnt gotten bruised. Luckily it seemed okay, a brilliant blue hue marking it strikingly different from Kanchana's bloom.
'It's fine,' the feien grouched, arms crossed, as she looked at Sayuri from her new position on the table. Sayuri sighed, taking a seat on the couch by the table.
'I'm sorry, I was going to tell you, but didnt know how. I just thought you would get mad..and you did.'
Kanchana tilted her head up.
'You have gotten tired of me, I know it. Well that is fine..keep your stupid bloom!' she stomped off, jump-gliding to the floor and heading out of the room in a fine mood. Sayuri rolled her eyes. She knew that the Feien would sulk for a while, but then come back, tell Sayuri exactly what she thought of her, then be okay again. She picked up the still quivering bloom, and stroked the petals softly, trying to comfort the thing. After a while is seemed to shiver less, and she placed it on a window ledge to receive what sun the cold spring was offering.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 7:26 am
The spring months had passed into the days of summer; the weather alternating between sultry days with unending sunshine, and days of cloud and cool winds with downpours. May was passing slowly, and her relationship with Kanchana was gently ticking along. What kept the peace mostly was that the additional bloom had yet to reveal itself as a Feien...indeed it seemed to 'sleep' most days, only stirring a little as evening approached.
Sayuri had had to hide the bloom away from Kanchana in the first few weeks after its arrival. The Feien had tried many things to rid herself of her 'rival', including flushing it down the toilet. Sayuri paused in her tuning of her shamisen, a slight smile on her face. The recollection of the moment was more amusing then the actual incident had been, and she strummed a tune once the instrument was ready, coaxing out an old Geisha ditty.
'That sounds terrible you know,' Kanchana said acidly as she walked in.
'Perhaps to you, but it takes time to get used to the sound of a shamisen, or Japanese songs.' Sayuri didnt take offence, by now used to the sometimes cruel honesty of the Feien.
'I thought you knew how to play that thing - why do you keep practicing it?'
Sayuri chuckled;
'I'm far from being a master at it, and if you do not practice a skill like this you become rusty and your skill level lowers.'
'I see..' Kanchana yawned, her little hand covering the open 'o' of her mouth.
'Were you awake again all night?' Sayuri asked as she dismantled the shamisen again, packing it away in the case.
'Yes. I like looking at those lights in the sky.'
'Yes it's nice to look at the stars, but you need to sleep sometimes.'
'I saw a moving one last night,' Kanchana said as she pulled herself onto Sayuri's lap. The Feien had a predilection towards sleeping on the silk of Sayuri's kimono; in fact she had often found the wee winged girl curled up in the stored kimono's. Because of this, she was in the process of sewing together pillows and sheets from an old furisode kimono that she no longer wore, or had any use for because it had torn, and she was too old to wear the 'swinging sleeves' style.
'That's called a 'shooting star',' Sayuri said, smiling as Kanchana pulled the edge of the kimono skirts upwards and over herself.
'Oh.'
'They are quite rare to see, you are lucky.'
'Shhh..' mumbled the Feien and she went to sleep on Sayuri's lap. Sayuri stifled her laughter, waiting before moving Kanchana and putting her in her own pint sized bed.
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