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The Galatean Principle Captain
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 Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 8:15 pm
This Journal belongs to the Galatean Celeste and her player Lady Mist. Please do not post without permission.
[ name ] Celeste
[ essence ] The Bird
[ gender ] Female
[ channeled item ] ??
[ partner ] ??
[ guardian ] Mist
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 8:49 pm
::Navigation:: OOC :: Notes Profile :: Celeste Profile :: Mist Resource :: Relationships Resource :: Photo Album Chapters of Life :: The Bird :: [FLAT] The Day We Met :: [JRNL] Meeting Human Hand :: [PRP] The Sun and Olden Days :: [JRNL] Fresh Air, Anyone? :: [ORP] The First Halloween Ball :: [JRNL] Practice, Practice Chapters of Life :: The Human :: N/A
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:39 pm
::OOC Notes:: 10/16/08 :: The first ever flatsale ends, bringing Celeste into existance.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:44 pm
::Relationships::  :: Naida the Fish:: Destined to become lovers, however will these two be able to overcome their differences to reach their destiny?  :: Garrett the Willow:: Perhaps the future will bring a fated meeting.  :: Rune the Wind:: Perhaps the future will bring a fated meeting.  :: Silvanestii the Flower:: Perhaps the future will bring a fated meeting.  :: the Frost:: Perhaps the future will bring a fated meeting.  :: Edwin the Moon:: Perhaps the future will bring a fated meeting.  :: Hinalle the Sun:: The first Galatean she met as an essence. Celeste is fond of her, thinking Hinalle seems kind and guiding, almost motherly or like a teacher in nature.  :: Alkaide the Star:: Perhaps the future will bring a fated meeting.  :: Sumi the Ink:: Perhaps the future will bring a fated meeting.  :: Akane the Blood:: Perhaps the future will bring a fated meeting.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 10:49 am
::The Day We Met::
With long wings, sleek feathers, and a slender neck that could arch forward as gracefully as any dancer, the elegant creature knew herself to be the epitome of cranes. Like many who roam wild and free, she had no name in which to distinguish herself from, though it didn't bother her in the least. Afterall, when cranes thought of a regal creature, she knew they would give one another a look that would say "her" and all would know exactly who it was. Not, of course, that she often bothered with the opinions of others.
She loved flying higher into the sky, a world of her own in which bliss roamed in fluffs of white and a breeze would caress each feather with a gentle brush. It was always a chore to return to that garish, mundane world below, but even she had to eat sometime or other. The other day she had simply snacked on a few cranberries discovered nearby a pond, but today she aimed for the lake below that was simply brimming with edible delicacies.
Slim legs gingerly dipped into the lake, the water playfully kissing her claws. It was at that moment that her sharp eyes caught sight of a fish unlike any other. She gave the lovely blue shimmer a second look, wondering if she had laid eyes upon the reincarnation of the lake itself. That, she firmly decided, would be a meal worthy of no other but herself.
Within silken water a fish the color of brightest azure danced with the wind. She leapt from the water in an attempt to fly. The other fish had long since retreated to darker, deeper areas of the lake but this blue fish preferred to stay near the surface. She liked how the sun skipped off the water and created those dancing shadows on the sandy bottom of the lake. Besides, she was as close to the sky as she could get when she was in the warm shallows.
Other fish had warned her, “Birds eat us if we stay so close to the surface!” She never paid them any mind; after all, they were content with skimming sandy bottoms and eating lake bugs… The blue fish scoffed slightly and a silvery bubble issued from her mouth. The other fish had no imagination; they saw the sky as a threat.
How could they not see the glorious colors that spread out from the sun? How could they deny the beauty of a starry night? How could they not stand in awe of the waxing and waning of the moon?
She sighed softly, spinning around through silken water. The lake was always the same… always boring. But the sky… the sky moved and breathed and was different from one day to the next; the sky was beautiful.
As the arrogant crane watched the blue fish swim closer to where she silently stood, she came to the conclusion that this particular fish must be a foolish fish indeed. It was as if the lake was handing this jewel right to her.
"Little gem," The bird cooed, spreading her wings as if to illustrate her own glory, "Shall I tell you a tale?"
Without waiting for a reply, she bowed her head close to the water, her beak just a flutter away, "It is a tale of three worlds. There was a world of blue, high above. Another of earth, solid in the middle, and another world of blue, but this one deeper. The sky knew of the earth, and the sea knew of the earth, but the sky and the sea are so far apart that they are worlds destined to be forever seperated." A moments pause for a tantalizing effect, "Would you care to see the world of the sky?"
The fish gasped in surprise when the grand creature first spoke. She started to dart away into the deeper water but then berated herself; had she not just been admiring the sky? And here was one of the sky creatures that bowed to nothing as low and simple as gravity. The little blue fish swam back, hesitant and cautious but curious nonetheless.
“The sky…” she whispered, her golden eyes wide with wonder then she danced away; true the bird was magnificent but that beak looked sharp and birds did, after all, eat fish.
“And… what would the price for this journey be, sky queen?” the fish asked. She was torn; her instincts were urging her to flee into deeper, safer water but the bird was glorious and the prize she offered was better still.
The price would be a full course meal of a certain blue fish, of course, but the crane would never admit such, "Perhaps you can tell me a tale of the sea. A fair trade, is it not?" She gently parted her beak, her breath warm, her eyes inviting, "You have but to lay here, and I shall be able to carry you to the sky. Once you tell me your tale, I shall return you to your own world once more."
The fish swam closer, tempted despite everything. Though the other fish thought her foolish the little blue fish was not stupid; she knew that to leap into that waiting beak would mean her death.
But, she thought, wouldn’t it be worth it? To be apart of the sky… just once?
She swam in a circle uncertain. She looked at the crane and said, “If I tell you a story that you enjoy… will you swear on your feathers that you will return me to the water? Swear on their glossiness and beauty.”
It was a shaky bargain and she knew it; the little blue fish knew many stories of the sea but how could they interest this creature?
But the sky… she thought longingly. To be apart of such a beautiful thing would surely be bliss.
At least the fish knew a good thing when she saw it. Slightly puffing her chest, the bird gave a solemn nod. So long as she drank some of the sea water before hand, then eating her would technically return her to the water. Still, the bird came to hold an appreciation for the fish. Foolish, but brave. She decided to humor her and listen to the tale, then finish the feast, "I swear upon the wings that bear me."
The fish swam in an excited circle, the water parting around her like silk. She drifted closer to the crane and leapt from the water and into her waiting beak. Her instincts screeched at her but the fish dismissed them. Her little heart was fluttering rapidly within her and her nerves were afire but the sky beckoned.
“I will tell you a tale of the sky and the sea,” the little fish murmured. The fish took a deep breath and started. She spoke slowly and haltingly at first but then with growing courage as the story blossomed.
“When the world was new-born the moon was born from the suns tears,” she started, “The moon was the distilled perfection of the sun and she was the queen of the sky. She glowed with cool radiance and looked down from her throne in the sky and watched the world grow and live and die only to be reborn again and again.
“She was the queen of all of the birds and she watched over them like they were her children. Her favorite bird was, of course, the crane, for what creature was more elegant? What animal more graceful? Well, none, of course.
“One day the moon watched the crane fly over trees and hills with beautiful, graceful wings and the moon marveled at the perfection the sun's favored bird. Then the crane flew towards the ground to land. The moon gazed down and was horrified to see how hard and rocky the earth was; how could the beautiful crane land on such an ugly ground?
“In her desperation the moon did something forbidden; she called out to the sea.
“The sea was a ferocious queen and answered neither to the pleas of earth or the whispers of the wind. The sea was wild and cruel and beautiful and she would not be tamed… But when she heard the bell-soft voice of the moon she turned, curious and looked up to the sky.
“The moon glowed with radiantly pale skin and tear-filled eyes like starlight and the sea was still; she had never seen such beauty before and when the moon called out for help, the sea answered.
“As the crane stretched out long, lovely legs to land the sea surged over the earth and created cool, silky water to cradle each blessed claw and offered up soft, delectable creatures for the crane to feed upon.
“The moon reached out and thanked the sea and the sea turned and looked only to the moon and, forever more, answered only to the moons call.”
The fish paused and hoped her story had pleased the crane; they were very high now and the world spread out below them like a tapestry. It was terrifying but the wind was cool and soft and the little fish thought she would never trade the moment for anything in the world.
The bird had become so enraptured with the tale that she quite forgot to have swallowed some of the water before having taken off. She was a creature of her word (albeit sometimes twisted words), and as she returned to the ground below she dipped her beak into the water and released the blue fish. Still, she was a patient bird, and could always return tomorrow to have her meal. "'Tis late, little gem. I shall return for another tale tomorrow."
For now, she sated her hunger on berries once more. Tomorrow she would dine on fish. The sun rose and fell, the cycle of nature continued. The crane returned to the lake once again, famished for a meal. The blue fish looked even more delicious than she had yesterday. Like before, she parted her beak with promises of the sky, and like before, the fish told her of a tale so deep that the bird couldn't imagine the sky itself could match. So she returned each day, flying and hearing tales of pearl granting fish and stars that would drift to the sea, of wonderous fish and creatures unheard of. Having to feed on other fish to keep her own hunger at bay, the crane repeated to herself that this blue fish was a meal only for her. No other may eat her, no other was worthy.
Soon the crane no longer stayed to the skies, but spent more time on the earth that connected the sea and the sky. Her eyes followed the blue fish, hungrily, lovingly. It had come as an unexpected revolution that the arrogant crane had fallen in love with a foolish fish.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 11:22 am
:: Meeting Human Hand ::
It wasn't a particularly sunny day. In fact, it wasn't really a pleasant day in general. Long wings glided down to the ground, a quick ruffle of the feathers to produce that sleek, natural look. The crane eyed her surroundings, impressed at the expansive land, but feeling a bit grumpy due to the onslaught of rain and thunder. Her usual hide out spots were taken by some inferior animals who refused to budge. Indignant, she had flown away, not wanting to lower herself to fight.
She had taken to exploring new areas these days, particularly because she wanted to bring some stories of her own to the dinner table. Today she decided to take shelter under the broad porch of a rather large house. The lawn was neatly trimmed, a running fountain in the distance with a large, circular driveway around it. Shaking out her feathers, she folded her legs underneath her and simply stared out into the distance, listening to the pitter patter of rain.
Lost in thought, the crane didn't realize the front door behind her had opened until she heard a surprised exlamation. Any normal bird would have flown off in a flurry in an instant, however she didn't really feel like it. Humans, she had come to learn, weren't always out for sport. In a home setting they would probably just shoo her away with a broom, as she had observed from a distance, but she wasn't budging until they tried.
A young woman stood in the doorway, but she didn't seem to be making any move. Perhaps the human was still in shock? As the crane watched her, she realized the woman was looking straight back into her eyes, as if searching for an answer to a question that she didn't know. The woman arched a brow at her, then turned back inside the house, the door left open. Moments later she returned, kneeling down and reaching out towards the crane.
She watched the hand with a suspicious glare. What was this creature trying to do? The crane noticed something in the palm of her hand, which didn't smell at that bad. Intruiged, the leaned a little closer to inspect. She gave the contents a few quick pecks, testing the waters, then proceeded to nibble all of it down. The human woman gave a short chuckle, which prompted a glare from the crane.
"Sorry, sorry. It tickled." The woman said, brushing her palms together to rid herself of any crumbs, "You don't seem all that people shy. Maybe you're a trained pet?"
The crane didn't understand the human's words all that well, never having exposed herself to the human culture before until recently, however she had a vague sense of what the woman was trying to say. Needless to say, she was quite insulted. The crane stood upright with a huff, ruffling her feathers for a more intimidating look.
"Or not." The human said, holding up her hands defensively, "It's funny. When I look at your eyes, I feel like you can understand me."
Blinking, the crane gave a little shrug. She had no idea what the woman was saying. The woman stood up, slowly as if not to startle her, "Would you like more food?"
When she said 'food', the bird had a brief image flicker to her mind, an image of the little tid bits that had been in her palm earlier. Was that what the human word referred to? Nodding, the crane gave a pleasant little tilt of her head, an expectant look on her face.
The human opened the door wider, hesitantly, testing. Curious, the crane inched slowly over, peeking inside. It was warm and golden with lights, smelling of flowers with tall arched ceilings and dark wooden desks with plush couches around a fireplace in the distance. Large staircases arched around, leading to who knew what other wonders.
"Would you like to.. come in?" The face on the woman showed she felt absurd to even ask.
Taking it as an open invitation, the crane decided she rather liked this dwelling. She strolled in as if she already owned everything, looking left and right and approving things as she went. The human watched her with a bemused expression, then pulled out some more of the food.
As the crane ate, the young woman watched over her with a kindly expression, "Your feathers are so white." She said, almost dream like, "What if I was to call you Celeste?"
Pausing in her meal, the crane looked straight at the woman. Even though she couldn't understand what was being said, somehow, on some level she knew she had been given a name. Celeste had become an individual, not just another in a flock.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 11:58 am
:: The Sun and Olden Days :: Meeting Hinalle, PRP. Ongoing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 9:22 pm
:: Fresh Air, Anyone? ::
Celeste found herself frequenting the white mansion more often these days, particularly with the temperatures dropping as they were. Leaves were shedding their out of season gowns in favor of the more vivid oranges and reds, flowers were taking to dancing petals across the winds and every other normal animal was migrating to wherever they might rest well at.
Today, the crane was perched atop a pillow by the window, idly fiddling with an elaborate golden hair clip, small chains dangling and reflecting with a shower of lights. The sky had darkened a fair bit, even though it was still early in the evening. Looking over at her human, Celeste wondered why the woman pranced to and fro, frantically gathering things into her bag.
"Now Celeste," Her human called, "I have an errand to go run, but it's supposed to freeze tonight so just stay inside where it's warm. I'll be back in an hour or so."
She blinked, having no idea what the woman just said. At that, the woman scuttled out the door and left Celeste to her own business. Which was, of course, doing nothing. While she enjoyed the comforts of the rich home, Celeste couldn't ignore her natural tendency to want to wander. The idea of being cooped up inside was daunting, and the crane found herself instantly restless. Call it reverse psychology if you will, but Celeste pulled up her headstrong will power and was determined to get out.
The first item on the list was the door. Whenever Celeste visited, the front door was always cracked open so that she might show herself out. When she firmly assessed that it had indeed been closed, however, she went for plan B. Marching back to the windows, she gave it a few testing taps with the tip of her beak. No, she wouldn't have the strength to open it with her beak. Not that she'd want to try as it'd make her look much like a barbarian pawing away with all brawn and no brains. Her little fish was so smart compared to any other creature.
...How'd that thought come up? With a mental shrug, Celeste fluttered over to the nearby statue. It was a smaller one, about as big as herself with two times the weight. Oh yes, that would do quite nicely. The bird perched behind it, her face and chest pressed against the cold stone as she used her legs and wings to flap wildly. After a moment, Celeste took a step back and noted it had moved some. Sort of. She puffed her chest with pride and began again, pushing with powerful wings and delicate legs towards the edge of the shelf. With a final huff, the small statue fell neatly off and onto the window seat. Blinking, Celeste abruptly realized she wouldn't have the power to throw the darn thing through the window.
No matter. Circling the room, Celeste grabbed one of the smaller decorations, her little claws aching as she flew towards the window and released it. It hit the window with a resounding dink, leaving a small mar. Pleased, the crane grabbed it again, repeating the procedure until the window was a web of cracks. She was panting quite heavily now, her energy fading but her willpower refusing to loosen. With a final throw, the window shattered.
Ice cold air seeped in, fresh and crisp. Successful, Celeste landed with pride, neatly primming her feathers as any lady should. With that accomplished, Celeste perched on a pillow further away, pleased with her work.
She didn't really feel like going outside anymore.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 11:41 pm
:: The First Halloween Ball :: Meeting Everyone, ORP. Ongoing.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 9:02 pm
:: Practice, Practice ::
It had been a few nights since she had attended the Halloween gathering. The customs of the holiday were still alien to her, despite several attempted explanations by others. Celeste simply couldn't understand how the gutting of a pumpkin and the wearing of scary skins related to spirits, or whatever it was all about. The gathering did, however, bring about a realization. Celeste desperately wanted to learn to communicate.
She knew a few human words here and there, but the sheer depth of it all was staggering. The crane pestered her human most the morning with images and random words until the woman finally gave in. Now she was pouring over books, memorizing giant letters of As, Bs, and Cs, her beak tracing the letter as she mentally mimicked the sound.
Her human had seemed surprised at her studious habits, having commented something to the effect of Celeste seeming more luxurious in nature than studious. The crane had pride to attend to, and if appearing more knowledgable than everyone else around her attested to her natural superiority, then Celeste was more than ready for the challenge.
There were times when she had trouble associating a word with its meaning. Often she would blurt random sentences she had memorized to her human, who in return would arch a confused brow.
"The dog is jumping over the fence." Celeste had mentally commented to Mist as the human walked by.
Mist stared at her for a moment, her own use of telepathy still limited, "Celeste," She said aloud, then swapped to silent mode, "We don't have a dog, and the fence is too high."
The crane blinked, her mind slowly catching up with the words. Once she felt she understood the sentences her human had replied with, the crane gave a regal puff as if to say I know something you don't know. Of course, when Mist looked over at the books she gave a sigh and a shake of her head, which would ruin the moment, but at least it was good practice.
When Celeste learned that there were buildings of humans all gathered for the purpose of learning to speak, she took to flight and hunted down the institution. The smaller humans seemed so immature and rowdy, which made Celeste rather uncomfortable to be seen by such unworthy creatures. On sunny days when the window was left open, she would nestle comfortably on the ground just under the window as she listened to the young once repeat sentences.
Almost a week had passed before Celeste moved on towards the taller humans. If anything, they seemed worse than the smaller ones, but their words were closer to the sophisticated ones her own human used. She hadn't seen her precious fish much during that time, so focused she had become on learning, but Celeste could feel the distant ache.
She wanted to see her fish again, to tell stories to one another as they had before, a trading of images and feelings. But she also wanted to impress her fish, to tell a tale with words so meaningful that her gem would shine even brighter, just for her. Even as she sat under different windows during the day, her mind reached out towards that shining gem, a distant image that burned, a lighthouse no matter the weather or distance. She would reach longingly, as if to caress the fish, feel the silky scales in her beak, watch the gem swim freely in the world so different from her own. Shaking herself out of her reverie, Celeste always returned to her mansion just before the little humans were set loose.
"Celeste," Mist called out with her mind, the connection having grown strong enough that the voice didn't sound like a wavering whisper. Now it just sounded like a whisper, "It's going to rain tomorrow so make sure you're careful."
Celeste gave her human a glare, "I am always careful. The rain is beneath me." Her own mental voice was stronger than her human's was, mostly due to that was all she had ever known when it came to communication. Settling down in front of a dictionary, Celeste continued to pick out words she figured she could pronounce, repeating them over and over until she had them memorized.
She couldn't wait to tell such tales to her Naida.
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