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 Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 3:51 pm
2nd of June, 2006. The white haunted tabletop.
Roleplay Session with Progolo (Pages 20-22): X
Contents: On another routine call to the fridge, Emi bumps into Progolo and his Aerandir Kalarune. After a chat in the kitchen, both Kalarune and Blanche decide to play - namely starting off as tag, and ending up playing some form of sliding along the wooden floorboards. After a brief session of sliding, both Kala and Blanche settle down to some good old nuzzleing - ending up with both gryphon giving the other a wing feather.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 2:18 pm
5th of June, 2006. Somebody's popular...
Cool air circled an old tree, dragging with it the deepening light from its hollow grave on the equator. Gradually the sun slowly bore up, pulling its great yellow and orange rays across the sky. The transition was quick, the older shades of dark blue and white merging with that of a brighter dawn to create the latest compromise.
Barreling in afterwards, like a teenager late for a party, the fluffy clouds followed suit. Each flew in at a miraculous speed, little magicians as they dotted once spotless sky with their presence. A mischievous breeze dappled over each one, gently ushering the grass to sway beneath them.
On the other side, a box was being dragged across the floor. Full of many trinkets, the timber carrier laid clean to red, gold, silver and white: that was only the top layer. Golden eyes peered into the box, white paws standing on the edge to catch a glimpse over the side. Presently, the gryphon tilted her head, clicking in question, what exactly was in that box? Swishing her tail from one side to the other, two golden eyes peered up at her guardian.
"There's bound to be some ribbon in here somewhere..." Nimble brown fingers made quick work of finding what she wanted, pushing the odd piece of fabric, buttons and even gold thread aside. The search wasn't in vain, rather, the ribbons almost wanted to be found. Pulling the four reams out from underneath a slip of flowered fabric, Emi inspected her find.
They were perfect, a little dusty; but perfect nether the less.
Ribbons( Please note: These ribbons are very faded, so they're no where near as vivid as the picture.)
"Here we go, how're these, eah?" Inspecting the ribbons throughourly, Blanche stepped gingerly forwards. One paw slid onto Emi's skirt, pulling the other one up to stand on her back heels (with some difficulty). Her large speckled wings un-furled by her side purely for balance, making her look rather like a small dog begging for a bone.
Opening her black beak, Blanche abruptly fell silent a moment later.
Patter, patter and a thud. The mail had arrived.
A pair of dark chocolate brown ears twitched, all eyes turning to the door. Even the old dog, muzzle set into his paws like stone cracked the mould to pull his weary head up; watching the door intently. Mail meant replies, replies perhaps meant more items to stash, and of course all of them knew what that meant.
Scrambleing to her paws, both Aerandir and guardian dashed for the door. One, paws sprawling, ran across the floorboard- skidding to a halt just before the door. The other was a little slower, a smile set on her face as she watched her charge. Emi chuckled, a soft sound on the drop of this cool day. Slowly, almost to tease the Aerandir running around her feet, she clicked the door open.
Blanche had been right. There on the doormat sat two letters, one a little bulkier than the other. Bounding out to meet them, Blanche circled the white envelopes, alert eyes watching her Mother's every move.
"Alright, alright." Pulling each letter up in turn, Emi offered her arm out to Blanche. Of course the gryphon obliged on the offer, scooting up the twenty three year old furry's arm. Treading one paw carefully before the other, Blanche collapsed out on Emi's shoulder, white furry stomach finding the familiar spot.
The door clicked behind them, swirled patterns loosing themselves behind the veil of the inside. Jutting her tail out, Emi clicked the door shut, situating herself upon the nearest sofa. Sitting just on the edge, she peeled open the first of the two letters.Letter from Foenix Emi- Congratulations! You'll have to tell me all about this new way of changing the gryphons! Nehanda was the first of her generation to become a wisp, and I had no idea it could be dangerous. In fact, I don't think any of us knew that. I wonder how it happened... Rahujo gave Nehanda a scythe to use in the garden. When Nehanda touched it, she transformed into a wisp. She only changed into a child after I'd collected various items. And as a matter of fact, Nehanda and Pueblo have been taken away by Acia on some mysterious quest, or something. It's frustrating, but I really have no idea where they are, or what they're doing. All I know is that it will help the girls become teenagers. As you can well imagine, i've been sitting around the house and biting my nails. but I'd be happy to put your list up. In fact, I've got several lengths of ribbon sitting around somewhere, and I'll send them over as soon as I can find them. Good luck!
Lucky, the little gryphon on her shoulder snapped her out of fairy land. Nuzzling her feathered cheek to Emi's furry one, Blanche cocked her head to one side, yellow orbs watching the frown sink onto the battleship. What exactly was wrong?
"Sorry." It was only a soft whisper, but Blanche understood somehow, leaning her small body against Emi's cheek. Pulling her hand up from one side of the cream paper, Emi gently stroked her fingers along Blanche's miniature (but yet still perfect) white fox ears. Time to open the other one up.A letter from Ieyasu Hello there! It's great to hear from you again. We're all doing fine over here - Osu has been his usual energetic self, and Sasha has been busy terrorising the beetles in the garden. Congratulations on the go-ahead for Blanche's growth! We had a look around and managed to find these beads for you. I hope that they're ok for you. I had no idea that the wisp stage was actually dangerous, but I'm glad they managed to find this out. Good luck in finding everything that you need, and we hope to see you again sometime soon! (Also, Osu says hello to Toby too! ) Ieyasu, Osusuki and Sashen'ka
First things always came first.
Toby's ears twitched at the mention of his name, tail thumping from one side to the other. Dragging himself up, he trotted over, each of his movements rather lethargic in this early hour. Resting his muzzle on Emi's lap, he breathed - sending a warm breath of soggy air over the back of the note.
"Yes Toby, Osu says hello."
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 12:31 pm
8th of June, 2006. A pair of ivory wings.
The night air dripped in around Setone, the sun shifting in the sky to slowly settle behind the crags. Drawing the last rays out as long as she possibly could, the ball of light in the sky gradually drew out over the trees - spiraling long and almost scary silhouettes flying down onto the ground.
Apparently one flock of parrots didn't agree with the sudden change of day, setting their own separate ways. Like birds to a feather, the flock span off in different directions: bright green wings pulsing against the ever sulking night. One croaked, dragging the others with him, the set of birds swooping off into the distance; disappearing on the fast eroding red sun.
A pair of ivory wings settled down onto the ground, hoofed feet making their way to land on the wooden steps with a soft clack. Bending down, Nehanda set down the parcel, turning around to take off. Golden brown eyes took one last look at the house before setting back to Cetalu, not noticing an identical pair of golden eyes watching from the windowsill.
She hadn't gone un-noticed.
Blanche hadn't said a word, watching the swan Aerandir set off back home. Her paw extended, pressing the white fur covered paw up against the glass. Scrambleing to get closer to the panes, Blanche looked on in awe as the ivory wings lifted the adolescent up and into the air. Maybe Emi would like to see her? After all, she always wrote the letters...
Clicking, Blanche turned a complete tail on the sill. If Emi didn't come quickly she would miss out on Nehanda all together. Flicking her tail along the glass, Blanche did something she'd never done before: clicking and crooning to get her guardian's attention. Of course, it would be too late for the Keppit furry to see the older Aerandir wander off, but nether the less, the Guardian quickly lifted her head from her book.
"Blanche?" Picking her paws up and over a sleeping dog, Emi rapidly made her way to her charge. With both of the heavy draped curtains at either side of her windows pulled back, two metallic blue eyes gazed into the quickening darkness. Nothing, nothing at all was to be seen: apart from the sun dipping below the horizon like a marshmallow on the feet of a mug filled with hot chocolate. That and a letter parked on the edge of the porch.
"Mail at this time?" Following the two steps to the door, Emi ducked down as the oak door swung open: picking up the letter on the wooden floor. Peeling the envelope over, Emi pulled out the three long ribbons- two the same pretty pastel pink, the final blue one patterned with what appeared to be small snowflake like stars. Delivery Hi, Emi! As promised, here are those ribbons. I thought the pastels would look nice against Blanche's white fur and feathers. Let me know how things turn out; we'll have to come visit at some point! ~Foenix
"It's those ribbons Foenix promised us." Emi shuffled where she sat, pulling both of her paws up. The sun was almost set now, the lantern from the outside suddenly sparking into life: shining down onto the rocking chair outside.
The anthro inhaled a long breath, clicking in the back of her throat. It was a universal sound for Blanche to follow, and usually included a certain brown furry creature too. Unfortunately, Toby was far too hot and far too tired to do more than lift his muzzle off his pitch white paws.
A breeze sparked through as Emi sat down, letter and ribbons still in her hand. Just on the side sat her journal, and beside that its blue fountain pen. Plucking it up from its position, Emi flicked to the next free page.
Blanche, never one to be left alone, glided down from her perch. Nimble paws squeezed through the open door, letting her wings give one almighty flap to get herself up and air-born. Once up, the arctic gryphon quickly found herself seated in her favourite spot, settled neatly in Emi's lap.
Gradually, she settled her head to her pristine paws, closing those golden eyes. Lulled by the scratching of pen to paper, and the insects chirping all around her, Blanche found the land of the fairies a settling rest. (For now anyway.)Journal entry 011 Dear Emi, So we now have three items out of the list. All seven ribbons (mind mine are pretty faded), the beads and Kala's feather. It seems almost strange to know Blanche will be a talking, running humanoid soon. We've got it all to come: walking, talking, reading, writing and of course eating. That's one thing I'm not looking forward to, I just hope my little girl doesn't mind that I'm not exactly the best cook on this Island. Scrap that, I'm quite sure I'm the worst here. I gave her Daddy's ribbons, the ribbons I used in my hair when I was so small. I remember running around outside, arms held to the wind, ribbons flapping back in the breeze. I just hope she enjoys them as much as I do - of course, they've faded with time, but Blanche (I'm sure) will look even the more beautiful with them as my father told me I did once upon a time. Just four more items left to find, and then we're all done. I've posted both a notice in the Cetalu lodge and of course ours - so I can only hope the other Islanders have these items lying around. Fingers crossed. It's getting late, and I'm hungry. I managed to find a few new tins of beans (this time with mini-sausages mixed in) in the lodge: so I'll go grab a tin I brought back in the kitchen. Mind, I feel sorry for our kitchen, its not ever utilized. Maybe I should dig out those cook books again sometime soon... Signing off for the night, Emi.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 12:38 pm
10th of June, 2006. A visit to a cardboard box within a home.
Roleplay Session with Air Song: X
Contents: Emi pops over to Air's house to deliver her shell, and winds up talking to Air over a glass of lemonade (as well as recieveing the fabric on her list). In the meantime, Blanche plays tag with Oleo and rather easily loses the game against the rabbit mix. After the game, a rather tired Oleo goes to curl up in a corner in which Blanche and Emi take their leave - with promises to discuss a certain event in the future.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:57 am
16th of June, 2006. All but one piece.
The light flew in through the top window, casting long, meticulously accurate shadows along the soft-oak wood flooring beneath it. Clouded with dust, odd pixie dust fairies flew around on the gauze of the late evening, bewildering anyone that cared to take a second glance. For one glance they held still, and in the second the light faded they would be gone: only to climb out from hiding once a new dawn arrived.
Slowly, the sun diminished from behind the clouds, clearing away the minute specks of dust clinging onto the air like superglue to paper. A few lights outside flickered on, including the one on a certain bed rest. A hand patted around the outside of the wooden piece of furniture, clicking the one plastic switch.
It instantly burst into life, illuminating the room around it. A bulb sparked, lighting up instantly, the very core spiraling around the grey lampshade incasing it. It spread light on the matter, but didn't quite unearth the dust.
A few meters away, a pair of golden eyes peered over the edge of the bed: watching her guardian intently as she searched beneath the bed. Tan, a rather sweet stitched mouse, sat beside her. They had apparently made friends, eventually.
Nothing happened, apart from the rabid arrange of scurries, squeaks, protests and un-repeatable phrases emitted from a young furry Keppit as she searched for an empty card board box. There must have been one somewhere. After all, she had brought enough cardboard boxes to sink a battleship upon arrival. Brown furry fingers patted the space around her, weaseling into full boxes.
In one, the dreaded Christmas tree, another a set of spare blankets, another had pile of linen and wait - an empty box! Dark chocolate fingers found themselves touching, strangely, the bottom of the box. Emi's tail flurried into a wag, swishing along the floor behind her, the tip unearthing the edge of Blanche's rug.
Promptly, with a rather large swish, the rug took a nose dive across the floor towards the wall: both ends crunched up into a concertina pattern.
Retracting from the bed, Emi pulled up a little too soon, bumping her head on the side of the wooden structure. Emiko Pallone almost swore, wincing, both ears falling down at either side of her head. Her chest moved up, taking in a deep breath, that had hurt. Nope, today was certainly not Emi's day.
Preening her beak out towards furry cheeks, Blanche crawled up on her paws. With her paws etched as far as she could off the side of the mattress, Blanche just about touched her black beak to her mother's cheek. She crooned, wriggling her body like a snake to press the tip of her beak to Emi's black triangular circle of dots.
"I'm fine, no need to worry." Extending her arm, Emi offered her hand out for the lithe arctic Aerandir. Blanche, far happier to settle on Emi's shoulder rather than lean precariously over the side of the mattress, (almost) daintily stepped up onto the offered appendage. One paw trod before the other, carefully weaving her way up the dark brown fur, up past the lighter brown fur to settle on top of Emiko's short-sleeved shirt covered shoulder.
"I finally found a box to put your bits in." Pulling out the small cardboard box, said box was (as assured) empty. A sticky label was stuck on the side, reading 'A5', but apart from that the box appeared to be completely unmarred. It was a traditional baked beans box, with various murky brown tins printed on one side, happy lettering covering the top lid.
"A5, the downstairs rug and cushions," the older furry whispered, a clear photographic memory of dragging out the multi-coloured rug forming as she flipped open the lid. She was right as well, the very last cushion cover sat folded up on the bottom of the box.
Blanche, not quite understanding the notion of moving house, tilted her head to one side. Black beak clicked, what exactly were those strange markings? Speckled wings wriggled behind her, flicking out to cover her either sides, one paw etching back: what if they were dangerous? Taking a protective cover, she peered out from her place over a few locks of curly hair.
"Shush, it's fine. Just a box, see?" Plucking the cardboard box out from underneath the bed, Emi leant over for the small pile of items sitting on Blanche's pillow: a bright red feather, a pile of four crystalline beads, the seven ribbons, the fabric, a small piece of (now fully polished) silver metal, and a strip of leather. Just one item left.
Of course, beside them all sat a pile of letters, each neatly addressed to a certain house, the most recent received letters still open.A letter from Fae Dear Emiko, I saw your quest list hanging in the Centre and saw some unchecked items. We haven't met before, but I still would like to send you this to help aid in your Aerandir's growth. Hopefully we can meet soon, however. Good luck! Fae, Pueblo and Zanzibar From an old acquaintance Dear Emi, Hey! Been a while since I saw you. I did notice you needed some things, though, so I'm sending over what I could find. You'd be surprised how much metal I have lying around my house due to my former profession. This was the best scrap piece I could find. With a little polish it would be dazziling, I think! Well, I wish you luck. -Arianna
"Let's go post these then, eah?" Sliding along her paws, Blanche released her muzzle down onto her pristinely white paws. White ears flickered lightly. Posting? That meant the lodge, and the lodge meant the fridge. Dragging her tail behind her in what appeared to be a wag like swish, Blanche imploringly pleaded with those golden eyes of hers.
"Yes yes, then we'll go visit the fridge. Though, what are you going to do once you're child sized?" They would find that out when it happened.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 2:25 pm
18th of June, 2006. A mash of colours for the two arctic Aerandir.
Roleplay Session with Karmatic Pudding (Pages 17-??): X
Contents: After a long morning, Emi allows Blanche to continue to paint in her not-very artistic strips of paper. However, they're not alone outside on this one fine day.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 7:29 am
20th of June, 2006. A letter one too many.
The day was unlike no other. A soft wind brushed up against the tufts of yarain splintering across the horizon, a final sweep of the clouds indicating the time. It was night, where all creatures should be safely tucked up in their beds, the glistening moon above guiding each and every soul to sleep.
The waves sang a lullaby to the sand, whisking the tiny ornate seashells of before away from their rest to settle beneath a saltier bed. The whites of the water curled up, a rougher night than before, crawling up the wet sand, before like a cat to water; it ran back towards the sea. The moon smiled, crawling the hours along with the stars, the few hours that sparkled by each night: watching the waves crawl its inexorable path.
Beneath an ever bright canvas of light, Emi curled her pen tip around for the next letter. She worked diligently even at this hour, her rather rounded tip writing sprawling out from the ink. In her lap, a furry white ball laid. Blanche, having sensibly decided to slumber, lay immaculately still on her guardian's lap, black beak tucked into a mass of black and white feathers. Even her golden orbs, which usually sunk so high as to stay open, fell to rest upon this hour.
Emi just smiled, glancing fondly down towards her charge every so often. Leaning over, she plucked a worn mug off the side, bringing the cold liquid up to seep from the sides. Sipping the frigid (which had been so hard to get, after keeping it in the resident Ar 'Idil freezer for a few hours) water, Emi continued to reply to a frequent lined white sprawl of paper.Letter of the storm to come Dear Emiko, It's wonderful to hear from you again! Kala, too, has been acting quite lonely, though she has more than enough playmates around. She keeps trying to get out of the house, and she'll only put that feather of Blanche's down when she's eating. It's become quite ratty, frankly; much like an over-loved stuffed animal. I'd be perfectly happy letting her out of the house sometime, but, unless you want to bring Blanche here, (which I wouldn't advise; my house can get quite chaotic) it will have to wait until Mystaven returns from running an errand. He's the only charge of mine responsible enough to watch over the rest of my menagerie. When he does return, I'll be pleased to arrange something--perhaps the Northern Ar'Idil beach would be a good place for a reunion? In all honesty, I was assigned to investigate the project by the Society of Summoners, an organization that attempts to control the abuse of Summoning magic. I research the magical properties and intelligence level of gryphonic creatures and file reports on whether or not they should be legal to Call. I'm not sure how magically literate you are, but it's illegal to Summon creatures with near-human or human intelligence without consent; otherwise it's kidnap. Obviously, summoning something like an Aerandir is out of the question, so my job is basically done here, but my superiors were terribly curious in the aspects of the race and made me apply for keepership. I wasn't thrilled with the idea at first, but Kala's certainly grown on me. Ah, yes...I thouht your name looked familiar. I read the Barton Gazette regularily--In fact, Mystaven occaisionally brings me a copy when he returns from his deliveries. Of course, your name isn't in the paper anymore since you've left your post, but I do remember seeing it in my older copies. Now that I think about it, I recall that you had a camera case with you when the volcano erupted, correct? I'll look around for gemstones, but you, unfortunately, won't be able to get them from me in all likelihood. I've got some little plastic gem-things that my sugar-loving fairy uses in her crafts, but I'm thinking that isn't what you had in mind...Hopefully Kala won't need any gems, because I can't imagine there being a large amount out here on the islands. Speaking of Kala; no, I don't think she's clear-cut for any job, at this point. Her interests are so broad, it's hard to know. I suppose I'll just find out when the time comes, though I anticipate it a great deal. You said Blanche would be an ice elementalist, isn't that right? How exciting. Her bonded item will be what, then? A wand or a staff of some sort? This is all I can write for now, as Kala's causing quite a commotion, but I hope to keep in contact with you. Mystaven will probably be back tomorrow, but he may show up later today...If he does, I shall inform you. Sincerely, Progolo P.S. Kala wanted to sign the letter, too.
One furry ear flicked back to her head, resting her fountain pen back upon the wad of paper. Metallic blue eyes reflected the sky above her, watching the correlation of sparkling stars shine like their counter-parted fireflies upon the earth. A rustle behind her was the only thing to tear her away from work.
Toby, rather relentless, hot and sticky pawed up beside Emi. He slid down, tongue lolling out of his mouth, parking his tail down upon the floor beside the rocking chair. Brown eyes eagerly looked upon that colder water, his black tail slowly swishing from one side to the next behind him.
It was hot. Far too hot for a rather shaggy canine.
"Here you go," Emi sympathized with the creature, being covered in fur herself. Plucking the mug from its space, Emi tilted it up. The cold liquid instantly seeped out from one side, coating darker chocolate furry fingers with the icy liquid.
Not one drop was wasted for the larger dog, lapping at each handful that was given to him. Pink tongue darted out; wiping Emi's colder fingers clean of every cold drop. Gradually, Toby’s light thumping almost radically changed to one of a far cooler animal.
"Better?" Emi questioned with a smile, taking the last spot from the mug for herself.
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It would be a few days before they received the reply and as it was, the three of them were all but out on the afternoon of delivery. Slipped onto the porch was a letter and wrapped up with string beside it: a copy of the latest newspaper from the mainland.
Heading back from the lodge, laden with the fruits of this morning's visit to the beach: two new letters which were to be posted later, two shells which found the same reason for returning as the letters and an empty flask, Emi wasn't the first to notice the pile. Rather, an arctic gryphon perched upon her shoulders noticed it first. Spreading her wings, Blanche uncharacteristically fluttered from Emi's shoulder: gliding down towards the porch.
With her clawed feet out, she clattered noiselessly to the floor, almost gracefully bowing her head as the tips of her snowy white paws touched the wooden flooring. Curling her wings to her sides, the lithe gryphon turned around in a circle, pushing her black beak out towards the parcel.
The moment her beak touched the string, she flew back a few steps. That paper was most un-like what most letters Emi received, yet it reminded her of something. With all those strange inked in lines, numbers and letters printed onto each and every page.
"Blanche?" Ducking down beside the gryphon, Emi's face furrowed into a frown: what had spooked her this time?
Matters still rather unsolved, Blanche's golden eyes tilted up towards her mother. There was nothing to be scared of, she wasn’t scared, was she? Billowing down her puffed out chest, Blanche took another step forwards towards the parcel: albeit a rather shaky foreboding step.
Turning, Emi parked down onto the top step of the porch, slipping the letter out from the folds of the newspaper. Blue eyes caught the name of the title, and for a brief moment her tail wagged almost frantically behind her: just like Toby's might at the sight of a bone.
"It's just another newspaper, I wonder who sent this one, hm?" Slipping the white envelope open, Emi removed the sloppier handwriting written text.In dire need of help Dear Emi, I'd be all too happy to give Blanche some guidence, but I'm afraid I'm no elementalist...even the little summoning magic I possessed combusted years ago. But I do know a little on the execution of spells and magical theory, if that interests you? Indeed, my house is a bit full. Currently a Griff, a Nyokii, an Ariashii, Mystaven (an Eoghan Slenin) and a pair of Eoghan Slenin-hybrids (all of which are subspecies of gryphons) are currently sharing my house, along with Kala, that lovely afforementioned fairy, and myself. Actually, I'm afraid that number may be decreasing soon--the Nyokii chick in question's health is deteriorating rapidly. She had a seizure of some sort last night...I really don't know how much longer she'll last this way. She happens to be my familiar of sorts, so I'm therefore feeling extremely ill myself. The thing is, there really isn't anything to do but wait and hope. To my knowledge, there aren't any gryphon specialists out here (Though one would think that would be a good idea, considering...) that would know what to do. She needs to see a specialist, someone on the mainland. But I couldn't take Kala with me... I don't suppose you'd be interested in taking her in for me for a week or so? Just long enough for me to get to the mainland and have Myrrh checked out? It would mean so much to me. I'd be happy to offer monetary compensation for the trouble if you'd like it...? If you're willing, I'd be all to pleased to make it up to you in whatever form you wish. -Progolo
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 7:33 am
25th of June, 2006. A sick gryphon and the dropping off of Kala.
Roleplay Session with Progolo (Page 1 (Posts 1-9): X
Contents: After a large clean up of the house, Progolo dashes around the corner to drop off Kala. A rather worried furry Keppit bids him farewell, just to watch him dash off to catch the ferry while Kala reacquaints herself with both Blanche and Toby.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 1:48 pm
Transparent pink gloopy hide and seek.
The sun had started to join with the sky. Drifting up, the painter sparkled his magic, twisting and turning in mid air to paint his patterns. As orange as a tangerine, as red as a rose, as blue as the ocean: the new sunrise glittered off the sea, each water droplet that flew up to catch a drop of paint reflecting the scene before falling vainly back to this pitiless pool of water.
Finally it appeared behind the crags, dragging long fire drops of red. Like a pot of water to canvas, the sun dragged up the sunrise - pulling with it that replacement blue that dragged along the sky. Sunrise scorned, the sun smiled: it had to be done. Sitting back into its place, the older ball of fire slipped into submission: rocking on its laurels as it slid into place. Everything was ready for a new dawn.
Except, house number one wasn't ready for it.
Bleary eyed, a furry keppit leant over her knees. Emi was parked on the edge of the rocking chair, her hair in a complete mess, the curled hair seeming to have a mind of its own as it tugged and torn into those little ringlets. Now that would hurt to brush out. She breathed, a breath of warm air soaking away the steam that captivated the rim of the large mug.
Toby, parked at her furry ankles, reflected the same look. The old dog almost looked dead, sliding forwards on his paws. Without any energy to even (apparently) lift his muzzle, the Border collie slid his graying muzzle down onto white paws. In truth, none of them had slept by the looks of things. Except, the only two looking remotely decent for a night without sleep weren't sitting on the porch.
Unlike both dog and anthro, Blanche and Kala were enjoying a good game on the lawn: deciding to take full advantage of the cooler morning. On first look, it looked like a game of tag, but to them, their game was more complex than even that.
Sprinting around on the edge of her hooves, Kala ducked down. Her jointed knees bent easily, long spiraling head ducking between her hooves. One, two, three, four... Ever so slowly those dull golden eyes closed, tufted tail swishing rapidly from one side to the other. Large ears flickered against her head, not quite shrewd enough for hearing the scampering of silent paws beside her.
Blanche, not as phased as her Mother (but still showing the sluggishness of morning), tip-toed on the end of her white paws. Tipping on the edge of her black claws, Blanche made an almost silent getaway, white tail disappearing below the porch steps. Curling her white ears against her head, bright golden eyes swiveled from one side to the other. It was dark down here!
Puffing her chest out, Blanche turned a full circle, scuffing the brown mud beneath those pristine paws. Ever so carefully, as not to make a noise, Blanche lowered her body to the ground. A swarm of dust encased around the gryphon as she fell, swarming like flies just to settle tactfully on the edge of each single white hairs. Resting her white head to her paws, sharp eyes watched Kala from her hiding point. Surely the flamingo Aerandir couldn't find her here?
Not being able to count rapidly founded the biggest disadvantage of this game. It had little been three seconds since Blanche had settled when Kala opened those sparkling eyes. The gryphon glanced around, sinuous neck twisting around.
Where was she?
Soft hooves clipped the grass, taking a few steps over towards the path which ran out by the house. Kala barely made a sound, giraffe ears flicking too and fro to try and pick up something: anything. Unluckily for her, Blanche had perfected being silent. The gryphon clacked its black beak together, giving up on that particular area of the garden.
She turned ninety degrees, treading carefully towards the next port of call. Light hooves swished all over the garden, peering behind the water butt, a few particular rocks- even up behind the side of the house. Blanche was no where to be found at all!
"Wark," Kala, very un-musically, stated. Her head swam, stretching her neck right out to peer around. She had checked everywhere...wait. Twisting her neck to stretch out towards the porch, Kala's feathers promptly fluffed. A white tipped bit of fur? That wasn't usually there.
Almost with glee, Kala bounded forwards: galloping those last few steps over towards her friend. Swift hooves made a short break of the space, thoroughly enjoying the air brushing back every coarse hair on her lithe body. Just a few more steps and she found her way there, pushing her back feet down to skid to a halt. The landing was almost rather humorous, the Aerandir clumsily almost coming beak to beak with the porch.
Luckily, Blanche had taught her a thing or two. Extending those magnificent, but flightless, pink feathered wings: Kala drew to a stop. Stretching her long neck out, she curled it around the side of the porch, pressing her black beak lightly to the white mass of fur. Gradually, not just a white tipped tail was found, Kala managing to unearth a rather dusty Blanche from beneath the boughs of the steps.
"Wark!" she stated in excitement, drawing her head back to gallop around in a circle. There was nothing at all like a morning gallop, dragging her hooves up to dash around in a neat circle. She didn’t even stop until a creamy white Blanche crawled out from her spot, Kala watching the strange belly shuffle in mid jump.
Extending her head, the pink gryphon clipped her beak ever so gently to Blanche's furry cheek.
The coffee in the mug had all but disappeared down Emi's throat. A pair of metallic blue orbs watched the pair of Aerandir, leaning forwards onto her lap. It took a while, but her tail ever so leisurely started to sweep the floor, the brown fuzzy tip swishing any form of dust from the porch.
Coffee was a miracle: Emi broke forth into a smile. Bringing the mug to her lips, Emi sipped from the remaining coffee. She could do anything once she had her caffeine boost.
"Breakfast time," she called, pulling herself almost jauntily to her paws. A surprised Toby opened his eyes, stretching up onto all fours. He would nab the rocking chair after breakfast.
Two pairs of yellowish eyes turned to Emi, one clicking in correspondence while the other looked on in confusion. Kala, completely un-introduced to the Pallone household's timetable, just followed the white fluffy Aerandir inside. Breakfast meant food, right?
Luckily, or unluckily as some might class it, Emi had set the meal of pink goopy material on her cabinet the night before. Hopefully whatever was swimming inside it was a trick of the light: hopefully. Passing by the kitchen for the first time in a while, Emi plucked up the note, scanning it over.
She would have laughed. Kala barely slept, well, she knew that now. Knew that after forgetting the note and heading to bed: believing the pink gryphon would just rest. Would she rest - oh no. Emi had just stayed up half the night worrying the gryphon was homesick.
She feigned a smile. How stupid could she have been? Finding one of Toby's old metal bowels, Emi carefully un-screwed the cap. Good Gaia, it wasn't a trick of the light! Emi glanced from pink squirming things, back to Kala and Blanche- and then back to the pink squirming things. Any other nights worth of sleep and this wouldn't have even been a challenge.
Here goes nothing.
Brown finger checking the amount, Emi tilted the bottle, pouring it into the bowel. The vicious material dripped out, swiftly being followed with some water. Once the water was in it, it didn't look that bad. It just looked like (after being swirled) a pink watery goop with a few thousand shrimp pulsing against the metallic bowel.
"Bon appetite."
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:31 pm
The cannonball and the flamingo tamer.
The sun rose high in the sky, settled up on the mid-day heat. Like a firefly spiralling around a heated lamp, their grey dusted wings flaked the odd speck of clouds onto the horizon, tweaked antennas flicking the fiery sun’s rays to check for a breeze. There wasn't one. No breeze ruffled the soft July blades of grass, nor no wind swept the leaves upon the tropical trees. Blinking its big black beady eyes, the firefly sun twirled on the spot, furling its wings by its side to sleep in the nook that was the centre of this Ar ‘Idil sky.
The only speculation to hold back this hot day was held in a large jar sat on number one's porch table. Set into an ornate glass, the light shimmered off the side, escalating shades of red, blue, purple and gold onto the porch below. The painter's brush flickered off the ice cubes floating in the water, spreading her artistic gauze way below.
Dragging her arm up, Emi dragged away a sheen of hair from her furry forehead. The Keppit furry was really starting to feel the heat, lapsed back in the old rocking chair on the porch. It swung too and fro, wooden rockers humming to each rock: swinging the bearer’s paws from the tip of the ground back down to flying in mid-air like a leaf might do on its way from tumbling down to the earth.
Just underneath the steadily rocking chair, Blanche laid curled up: black beak nestled into a bunch of white feathers. She had stayed up with Kala again last night, and it seemed finally a few nights of very little rest was starting to take its toll on the white Aerandir. After all, Kala had Blanche on her feet all day, and then most of the night.
The gryphon barely even moved, white chest poofing slowly up and down in perfect unison to each rock of the foreboding chair. Her wings flickered in her sleep, as if the fairies themselves ruffled each singular white feather. Kala, the only other creature on the porch, wouldn’t even notice as Blanche's white paws slid further around her small body.
Kala, too, was away with the fairies. After another long night of dashing around the kitchen table, Kala had finally succumbed to her muscles, and head cocked down towards the earth: the flamingo Aerandir was giving Emi a brief lapse of time alone. Her black curled beak rolled around against her feathers, dull golden eyes hidden behind a mass of red and pink feathers.
Leaning over to pluck up the hard backed journal from one side, Emi flicked through the pages to find the next vacant bit of space. Pen poised, the guardian started a long-missed habit of writing.Journal entry 012 Dear Emi, Wow, its been a busy few weeks. First off, Blanche received her growth quest: meaning she'll soon be a healthy happy child. Or at least I can assume she will be happy - what exactly she will make of my bad habits is another matter altogether. I've not ever even looked after a child, never mind had one living with me day in day out. I'm scared if I want to be truthful: daunted by the sudden aspect of looking after another child. I shouldn't be so doubtful, she’s a happy enough gryphon: and a child can’t be that much harder to look after than a gryphon, can it? She'll just need feeding, learning how to talk, walk, run around, play, and then there's ice magic on top of that. Am I really qualified to be an Aerandir guardian? Oh! On top of that, Progolo’s Aerandir Kalarune (Kala for short) has come to stay with her. Her guardian had a rather sick little chick, so he’s off to the mainland while she stays with us. - Kala's waking up, so I best keep an eye on those two.
Two other golden eyes slipped open beside the other. Kala was awake, so Blanche needn’t have stayed asleep for much longer.
The sun cracked above the skylight, spreading light on both sleepy forms. Both gryphons blinked almost in unison, one bolting out towards the light while the other shrouded back into the shade. Kala, eyes bright, seemed awake almost instantly - long legs stretching to gallop around the garden.
Kala leapt into the air once down from the steps, sensitive ears flying back against her long neck as the gravity started to take hold. Kala, fully happy to be out in the sun, rose her long neck towards the sky. The tuft on her tail wagged like a dogs might have done, leaping into another bucking jump.
Around the garden she went, racing up to her top speed. Her hooves barely even touched the ground as gravity fell to fate, the gryphon kicking up dust when she finally came to a halt. Large wings flicked out against her sides, a happy glint gleaming off from those usually dull pupils.
Somebody was enjoying herself.
Blanche watched this display, slowly crawling out from beneath the chair. Without even the usual second glance back, Blanche pounded down the steps towards Kala. She rounded to a stop between the young gryphon’s legs, looking more like a cannonball as she too leapt into the air.
Except, Blanche wasn’t quite as accomplished as Kala in forms of jumping. Rolling into a ball in the middle of the air, the white gryphon curled up on reflex. It was as if she was a clown jumping from a pedestal, the Aerandir bowling over on the ground. She rolled a few steps away from Kala, before bit by bit she unfurled. That had been, surprisingly, quite fun.
Kala whirled around on the spot: Was she ok? Trotting over like a pony to the smaller form, Kala tilted up one hoof after the next, tripping up her hooves to stop just above the white gryphon. Swishing her neck, she gently pressed her dark beak to white fur.
Golden eyes tilted up towards the straggly form. Blanche crooned to the taller gryphon, leaning in to nuzzle her fuzzy cheek back to the others smaller. Both of them seemed to reside in physical contact, it was almost how they contacted sometimes, both of them talking in an unspoken language to communicate that the other was alright.
Now to try out an idea.
Without warning, Kala flicked her head underneath Blanche’s warm furry belly. The white gryphon surprisingly went flying into the air, eyes wide. Dashing forwards, Kala resided beneath the other: ready to catch Blanche when the force everything ran on caught up with the lithe white gryphon.
What exactly was going on? Flicking out her wings to hold herself straight, Blanche tilted her head to one side. Land on Kala's back? Fine. Flicking her wings out, Blanche steadily landed on the feathered back. Her white paws slipped and stuck out un-naturally as she tried to catch her balance, un-lodging a few bright red feathers. They flapped to the floor, twirling and spinning in a loop just to hit the grass.
Kala turned her head around behind her. This was where a long neck sure came in handy. She blinked, waiting for the other to settle, and then with a squawk of gratification, bolted off in the opposite direction.
All the flamingo tamer could do was hold on, and soon enough: both rider and rided were trying out various new tricks to a appreciative audience of one.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 2:42 pm
Of fire and ice.
The kitchen cupboards gleamed underneath the light, shiny surfaces flashing memories of sugar, flour, eggs and milk onto the glittering tiles. These cheap amenities were the only blocks on this obstacle course, the only things to stand up in the way of any pesky specks of fairy dust. The odd flutter of the breeze propelled a speck through the air, the dust particle dodging and swirling around a bag of sugar. Flapping around a grain settled onto the table, the dust would have licked its lips if it could have, maybe even leant forward and lapped the sweet substance off the table if it could. Yet, before it had the chance, the light fell and the particle disappeared.
A large wooden spoon was thrown into a bowel of what appeared to be brown goop. Except, this brown substance had a few larger, more solid lumps of a darker brown chocolate chips littered within the biscuit mixture. If the brown yummy mixture had been smooth and runny then it might have been alright: but this vicious substance had a few large clumps. Each clump stood out like a ladybird in Antarctica, each one holding within its own air bubble a dry lump of sugar and flour.
Emi, tongue bit between her lip, started to swirl the mixture around again. She was clad in a rather frilly apron, an old Christmas present from Killia, (which was presently splattered with chocolate chip biscuit mix) and somehow had managed to pull her curly hair back behind her furry ears. Twitching her keppit ears, Emi batted the thick mixture around with the wooden utensil. It was her first real try at cooking since the milkshake disaster, and for once the furry guardian was being enthusiastic about the kitchen. It was a miracle to be seen.
"Almost done, and then we'll just pop these into the oven," Emi commented, a bit of cake mixture splattering out from the cake bowel, landing smack beside another on her apron. Metallic blue eyes glanced down towards the stain, shoulders lapsing up to shrug, and the woman continued on with her mixing. Her eyes sparkled with determination, tail flicking too and fro behind her back: fluffy tip swishing along the floor.
Kala, with a rather curious glint in her eyes, watched the woman from afar. She had settled beside the closed oven door, feathers curiously inclined towards the heated door. Kala didn't know why, but, feathers and body sloped towards the glass just felt right. She could feel the heat transfer from her feathers, up her body, through her neck and over her rounded hooves. It sent a shiver down Kala's spine, a shiver that felt just perfect: it almost felt natural, like this warmth was an extended body limb.
Dull golden eyes turned towards the warm glow, sinuous neck twisting around towards her latest affinity. Her pink feathered cheek found itself nuzzled against the clear glass, eyes closing as her whole body twisted towards the heating object. Something enticed her from within, a feeling deep within her giraffe gut told her this was right. For Kala, it was the start of a love with fire: something the creature deep in the fridge wouldn’t understand. Then again, Kala would never understand Blanche’s affliction with the cold either.
"Tell you what, if these turn out well, we'll make some for Progolo when he returns, eah Kala?" Blanche's guardian questioned, evidently proud of her (not overly amazing) mix. Turning on the spot with the bowel, Emi smiled on down towards the flamingo gryphon. Large ears flattened to her head, flicking a spot of biscuit mix from the tip of her furry dark ears. The woman would have frowned had she not seen Blanche’s affection with the fridge before hand.
Kala squawked un-musically, battering her eyes open to gaze up towards the woman. Whereas she would normally be trotting over for a cuddle, Kala was now wriggled right up against the oven warmth: and was apparently rather happy there. Just like a Cinderella with her prince, Kala had found her fairy godmother in the form of an appliance.
"You're right, lets get these into the oven." Pouring the mixture into various trays, Emi bent down to open the glass door. Kala would have complained, rutting her hooves out before her. Shifting just a little from the door, Kala did her best to stay as close to the warmth as possible once each silver tray were slid into the warm cocoon.
One paw before the other, Emi took the last few steps back towards the cupboard space. Tilting up to etch up onto her paws, Emi slid back onto the tabletop, leaving Kala to dart back to her previous space like a rabbit to a hole.
Dark chocolate brown fingers dragged the apron off her shoulders, flicking her tail around to rest at her side. The extraordinarily long tail flicked against the cupboard, tapping against the door handles.
The biscuits would be alright, right?
Dragging her journal over, Emi flicked over to an empty page. It had been a while since she had written home, and now was the day to finish that target off.
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It could have only been fourty minutes later. The sand slipping by through the perpetual hour glass of time had not faired badly, with the scratching of a fountain pen to paper and the occasional clack of Kala's beak to the oven doors glass.
Suddenly, a pair of white ears flicked. Pawing one freezing cold paw before the other, Blanche tip toed out from the frigid environment. Her black beak tilted around the edge of the plastic, golden eyes glancing towards the darkening ovan door. Golden eyes met with fellow golden eyes, Kala suddenly turning towards the ever darkening door. It wasn’t until the dark smoke started to seep out from the sides of the doors when Kala panicked, darting towards the other side of the room.
A pen clattered onto the floor.
Metallic blue eyes widened. Smoke. It didn’t click for a moment, the furry guardian throwing herself off the cupboard. She froze to the spot: smoke, smoke meant something was burning.
The biscuits!
Uttering a few unrepeatable phrases, Emi dived towards the cooker. Clicking the power off at the wall, she almost yanked the door out of its socket. Smoke pilled in around her face, causing large ears to pin themselves to her hair.
There, in the centre of the oven, sat three silver platters of black burnt cookies. They looked like they had been barbequed, cooked and then barbequed all over again. Even the brown chocolate chips on top had melted down into the blackened biscuit bases. Instead of the sweet scent of biscuit, Emi's black nose was introduced to the faint smell of burning materials.
Yet, despite proving once again she was an awful cook, Emi sat back onto her heels. Her furry head turned around towards the two terrified faces. Blanche, quivering behind Kala (who too looked terrified at the prospect of smoke), clicked nervously.
"I'm sorry." Emi whispered, a twang of guilt panging in the back of her chest. It circled around her lungs, enclosing everything to the wide world again. How could she ever look after a child, even with the gemstones, if she couldn't make a few chocolate chip biscuits?
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:29 pm
The seven days of the Giraffe
Layers of paper pages shone onto glass, ink sprawled over their sheets like fairy powder. A fountain pen stood its stead beside it, a splash of blue ink lingering at the pointed tip. Mischievous as ever, the extensive rays of sunset drew gravity out of its hiding place, the gremlin surrounding the fine pen.
The ink teetered where it was, before falling, swooping, climbing from its place. Creamy clear paper splattered, the sun crept behind the window, and the room fell to darkness once again.
Yet, if anyone had looked, maybe they would have found a different story within those thickly lined pages.
The beach.
Nothing happened at all, apart from the soft slur of the waves upon the shore, indenting the sand before dashing back; just to repeat the notion again. Two pairs of golden eyes stood as onlookers, hooves and 'squishy' paws melting into the supple landscape. Neither moved, frozen like minute ice figures on the shore.
Until, that was, the next wave rushed in.
Water rushed up the tide, crawling curly white tendrils of spray with it. Suddenly, Kala leapt like a wounded animal, dashing her long knobbled knees into the incoming wave. Water gushed up around her sinking hooves, sticky salt pores plastering red tipped wings, rejoicing in the presence of another to join in with her game.
Elated, the female Aerandir twisted her sinuous neck around to gaze at her friend. From a small distance, Kalarune could still see Blanche standing on the shoreline; white paws cautiously dipping into the weakened tide that passed her way. Opening her beak, Kala made stride for the next wave. Dipping one hoof out of the sludgy sand, she let a rather loud bleat leave her throat, hastening forwards to meet the next wave full pelt.
Twisting her tail into a swish, Blanche cocked her head to one side. Weren't the waves scary? They all looked so big from afar, far from the safety net of her little village and the wide views of the world. Where did they start? Past the horizon and further onto the wide onset of this world.
The next second drawled on, before finally, a flurry of black and white feathers was seen darting towards the pink feathers, all awaiting the next wave.
Sleeping.
"Kala?" Heavy patchwork covers drew in the moonlight, holding a certain Keppit furry within their wake. Two furry ears twitched, the older guardian pulling her eyes open at this obscene hour. Before her, Kalarune ran from one end of the bedroom to the other, hooves clacking on the wooden floorboards. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, neck held upright as her body swerved to avoid collision.
Kala's tail even swished, wings held outwards to the sky, looking more like an Aeroplane about to take off. Sadly, at half past three in the morning, Emi couldn't see the beauty in Kalarune's motions.
The guardian, clearly half asleep, pulled both paws out from her warm den. She shivered in the moonlight, chocolate brown paws meeting with that of the floor. It was as if she had a bad hangover, bleary eyes watching the colourful Aerandir gryphon dive towards her wardrobe.
A lighter paw twitched in his sleep, the old dog languidly spread out over the bottom half of the bed. His old ears flickered, a contented woof escaping his muzzle as he dreamt of all those tantalizing chews, bones and scraps of meat fed to him right off the table. Scraps of meat that weren’t burnt to a carbon state of matter.
Apparently, neither him nor the white Aerandir curled up beside him had awoken during the commotion.
"It's half three in the morning," Emi muttered, clearly not impressed, a few locks of curly bed-ridden hair flailing down by her ears. The chocolate tips twitched, faltering away any strands from her tired eyes. Kala, far too delved in her own running, barely noticed the other two. Rather, her hooves lifted on and then off from the floorboards, trotting in a circle. Unfortunately, this only made more noise than it was worth.
Groaning, Emi promptly rolled over. Paws were retracted back into the bed, alongside a heavy patchwork blanket draping over those sensitive ears. Needless to say, Emi didn’t obtain a state of sleep that night again.
Paint.
Red, blue and yellow flew in all directions. Stained paws dipped into plastic pots, retracting as a mix of sloppy red paint dripped from her black claws. Gravity didn’t have long, before the arctic fox Aerandir ran over the ream of paper. It was set out on the porch, long enough to hang off either side, filled with various swirls, hoof marks, paw prints and long trails of bright coloured paint.
Clicking her beak together, Blanche skidded to a stop, large wings unfurling behind her to stop the swerve of gravity taking hold. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to turn around, but Blanche’s head swiveled around, sending her white paws flailing. Slippery paint covered pads fell beneath her, and soon enough the white Aerandir found herself flat out on her stomach.
Kala stood at the opposite end of the porch, quietly dipping the fluffy end of her tail into a pot of blue paint. Just like an intrigued child, Kala was coated in paint, from the edge of one green hoof to the yellow splurge that had found its way onto her horns; though, how that had gotten there was anyone's guess.
To be continued...
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:15 pm
The seven days of the Flamingo
The missing always return.
Perfect droplets wriggled off the edge of the thatch roof, hanging perpetually in mid air before falling to their fate. Each one toppled after the other, like a set of sky divers jumping from the clouds, unfolding their Parashoots as they merged into the rapidly forming puddles on the ground.
An old rocking chair creaked, as if to clap their valiant effort. Rocking from one end of the rocker to the other, the wooden furniture withheld three very important beings. Perched on Emi's lap, sat a rather miserable gryphon, golden eyes almost breaking the heart of the fluttered guardian above. Twisting her neck around, Kala's head rested down onto one furry knee, her beak clattering together. She watched the rain, the heavy pattering on the roof reflecting her deepest fears; what if he didn't return?
It had been about a week and a half since Kala had become a member of the Pallone household, and although they had undertaken a very happy week; Kala missed the security of Progolo. The mess of their house, the feathered friends that chased her around all day. She even vaguely missed extremely destructive kun-kun, Yaraif.
"He'll be home soon," Emi could only whisper sympathetically, tearing open the bulky packet that had arrived earlier that day.Letter from Chao Hallo Emiko~ I don't believe we talked since we met at the Lodge, back when the world was temporarily ending (by which I mean the volcano incident) but Sanar and I happened by the lodge and saw that you're on a quest and some items were still missing. First of all, congrats on the quest! I hope it's going well. We happened to have this gemstones hanging around, I used to collect them but now they mostly sit around, collecting dust. San and I shined them up and here they are, hopefully they're helpful. Good luck in completing your quest! ~Chao, Sanar and Seedpie
Fire sparkled in the hearth, the flames licking the stone walls, spitting another sparkle of ash from the logs below. Despite the smoke billowing out the chimney, the room felt warm. Cozy, homely and almost reminisant of that warm feeling that billows at the bottom of your stomach upon waiting for something to be finished baking. That feeling that curls at the bottom of your stomach, and sends magical lore fluttering over every inch of furniture.
From the windowsill, a green light flashed in the darkness. The apprentice lighthouse cloaked the patter from outside with music, bouncing the words off Maria McKee of each and every wall. She'd started quietly, but as the chorus neared, the octave of the speakers rose.
Immediately, Kala's long neck rose from her position beside Blanche. Creamy ears twitched, head dipping to the steady beat of the music. Hm, could she?
Treading one hoof carefully over the curled form at her feet, she bounced over towards the rug as the music swerved into one long crescendo. Her furry tail flicked behind her, tilting her yellow beak up towards the noise.
Metallic blue eyes glanced over her book, another Sebastian Faulks world war novel from home. Flicking her tail around, the guardian secretly smiled, watching the flamingo dip and bop her head almost naturally to the off-beat rhythm of the last track. Curling her knees up towards her chest, the furry seemingly delved back into her book.
It was only when Savage garden suddenly flooded the room, Emi burny bright pink on the sofa. Brown fur darkened, a flood of memories crawling back especially of Killia's first love, the way the mouse anthro had forced the keppit to run blindly around the room with a hairbrush for a microphone, singing rather blatantly to the crackling track. Why hadn't she deleted this track yet?
In those days, it had been fun.
Emi was just glad when it was over, only to have another equally uncomfortable track wound on. Delving her head back into the pages, the guardian did her best to forget the precarious moving images of her Father at the school disco, the old forty-year old man bending his knees to a familiar cranberries track.
"Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it's never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems
I know I felt like this before
But now I'm feeling it even more
Because it came from you..."
Starlight, star bright
Pink feathers nuzzled into white fur, black and white feathers resting over the others back. The pair sat on the windowsill, wings entwined over the others furry back. Blanche crooned comfortingly, golden eyes rising to meet that of her best friends. The other found no hesitation to reply, leaning her flexible neck down to nestle her pink cheek to that of Blanche's white.
Through the window, the stars sparkled, the whole sky of Gaia open that night. Blankets of stars coved over the shore, covering the roar of the sea from afar, and shining down to any needed travelers that evening. A full moon draped off the edge, only just visible from where the two lay, a warm smile welcoming the ship on the other side of the port.
The ship had left that night, in a puff of smoke, stormed over the horizon past the dolphins welcome to greet them, and the coves of fish that swam around the stern. Yet, with the departure of the ship, came the impending return of Kalarune's guardian.
Whether she realized it or not, she was swept up in a catnap before she had the chance to ponder upon the matter; curled up neatly next to her best friend. Little either of them knew, that there were a few challenges yet to face before the meeting. They were far too asleep, the fairies having waved their wand, fastening the two together in that deep slumber that takes hold at night.
The closure of the book
Swirling the pen around to form the last letter, Emiko Pallone pulled the stretched cover over to closure. The heavy book closed with a click, holding in every memory of the past few weeks within; the paintings, the smoke, the music, the pictures and of course the promised biscuits.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:22 pm
11th of July, 2006. The ice spellweaver becomes a child.
Roleplay Session with Alyosha and Ary: X
Contents: After collecting all of Blanche's items, Emi returns to the lodge complete with Kala and the box. Once there, she finally meets her 'pen-pal' Alyosha, who gives both Blanche and Rawiya their own personal growth items.
Upon touching her item, Blanche turns into a beautiful child.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:30 pm
23rd of July, 2006. Progolo returns home.
Roleplay Session with Progolo: X
Contents: Progolo returns the very afternoon Blanche becomes a child, entering into a rather sticky situation once he sits down to his tea involving his bonded gryphon.
However, Blanche does recieve a nice cold gift from her new tutor.
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