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PostPosted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 6:22 pm


Spencer's Arrival

Emery's book had to be considered one of her most prized possessions. She often read it over and over, just seeing the new stories that cropped up in it. One couldn't say she was exactly emotional about it – it was more she felt very angry and upset when it was away from her, like when that girl knocked it out of her hands. It was a very special and very important item, and it was highly magical – Emery could tell that.

What she hadn't realized about it was just how magical it was – one day when attempting to read a story as it was forming at the end, something very bizarre happened. Her book had shook and glowed, before expelling a small dark blobular creature into Emery's lap. Unlike some kids, the girl wasn't even surprised – more confused. This creature – or something quite like it – was vaguely familiar. But Emery couldn't place where she knew it from at all!

“Hello there.” she greeted it quietly, noting the creature was immediately very terrified and making weird chirps, attempting to figure out where it had suddenly landed. It buried its small head in her skirts when her hand seemed to come towards it, however the creature seemed to relax some once Emery started to pet the creature. It was a shadow, something the girl could understand and instinctively know how to care for.

Marie and the boys were very confused when Emery came out of her room later, carrying the small creature cradled in her arms, book very awkwardly under one elbow as she brought the strange beast into her kitchen to make it some toast. Birds liked breadcrumbs, right? So why not toast?

“What's that, Em honey?” the woman asked, looking over at her daughter's new pet.

Emery glanced down at him for a moment before back up at her mother. “This is Spencer. He came from my book. He's going to have some toast. Please do not surprise him.” the statements were firm and blank, Emery's usual matter-of-fact mannerisms evident here as she carefully broke the toast she'd made into bits so some of them could be buttered or sugared for the creature to try out.

The brunette blinked down at her daughter before sighing and shrugging. “All right, but you're going to take care of him.”
PostPosted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 6:23 pm


By The Sea

It was probably the most dreary day since the beginning of spring. The sky was dark with clouds, thick gray ones that threatened to begin sending torrents of rain upon any who dared venture forth from the safety of their homes. The bullying clouds were aided by powerful winds that blew droplets of rain warningly across faces and pushing people around. Today was a day most would spend inside curled up by the fire, trying to block out the sounds of the storm battering their windows with thick blankets.

By the sea sat a small girl, seeming as at peace with the world as any child could on their happiest day. Upon the sand had been laid a black messenger bag, upon which the toddler sat, watching the violently thrashing waves beating against jagged black rocks and listening to the roars of the world. Her eyes were golden hued and blank as she stared out over the world, long orange hair blowing out over her shoulder. It'd seem out of place for a child to be out, dressed as she was, and enjoying this sort of weather, and yet just seeing her gave the feeling of utmost normalcy. Emery's small frame was covered by a little white sun dress and a small green sweater. The dress would blow in the wind were it not neatly folded under her knees as she sat, watching the waves and idly petting the creature in her lap.

Spencer, the little shadow she'd attained, was curled up in Emery's lap, oblivious to the world around him. A pair of earmuffs had been placed around the shadow's head to block out the noise, and a thick scarf had been wound around the area of the girl's lap that he was curled in, like the walls of a fort. One hand idly pet the sleeping creature, though it lacked in the way of fur, whilst the other was carefully wrapped around the little bundle, keeping it from being blown about too much.

Inside a nearby beach-side hotel, Marie kept watch on the little dark figure on the beach. Emery was the only one enjoying the weather at present, while the woman and her sons were inside trying to keep warm and not be too depressed about the turn the family's beach vacation had taken. While the woman would be worried about almost any child caught outside in something like this, she worried nothing for her daughter in something like this – not due to a lack of love, but more a knowledge of the child. She'd never met a girl like her before, but something about Emery said she would be all right in a situation like this, be safe and content sitting outside in the worst gale and come inside as cheery as could be – which wasn't much, given Emery, but still.

Rain began to fall from the sky, hitting the windows in volleys. But through it, out in the gray afternoon, the little orange haired girl was still visible and still motionless. Lucas had once gone to the window and inquired if she'd died or something and they should go get her, but Marie held him back. Emery would come inside when she was ready. To give up control like that and not force her in out of instinct took a lot for the family, but they had to get used to Emery's quirks over time, and this was just another of them.

As things started to get wet, the birdlike shadow woke from his snoozing, looking around and making a small noise. He disliked the nasty sounds the wind made but water was fun! Emery smiled as he tried to scramble away, somehow being held in the girl's arms long enough for the scarf to be tied around him like a leash. And off they went, him frolicking in the rain and running to the edge of the water before running away in terror as waves crashed down.

Little lips opened to sing as the tot walked along the beach after her excitable companion. Her voice was soft and haunting, lacking the emotion necessary for the sad songs of drowned sailors and women who lost their lives waiting for men who never returned. She was still humming the last chords of one, somewhat forgetting the lyrics, as she carried a tired and hungry Spencer back inside, to go take a nap. She offered no explanation or answers to her family as to why she'd wanted to be out, or what it'd been like, merely adjusted the strap of her bag and went upstairs to take her rest.

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