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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 2:39 pm
Eiry, like the other hundreds of people in the theater, was hooping and hollering up a tempest of his own, nearly floating through the railing with his glee. He held his arms high above his head and clapped them hard until his skin was a stinging shade of pink. He was so filled with excitement, even more so before when he had first entered, that he felt near to bursting. No matter how he screamed or how he spouted, he couldn't release his excitement quick enough to lower himself down from his high. Even after the actors took their places at the head of the stage, took their time in the spotlight and completed a bow, Eiry was still whooping for joy.
It was only when Vyn started moving away from him that he broke himself away from his avalanche of appreciation. With a spin and another holler, shouting "Adieu! Adieu!" towards the stage, did he skitter after her. If he had legs, he would, most definitely, be bouncing with every step as he waltzed towards Vyn. Taking her arms in his cold grip, he spun with her as the exited the booth, still laughing himself to tears.
"My favorite? My favorite!" he squealed, his voice near to breaking after having strained it with screaming, "Why, good ladybird, my heart is a flurry with admiration for all corners and twists of the play! Good Prospero, magician, mad and raving, a father lost in the throes of revenge! The dastardly Antonio! The abused and longing Caliban! And the ethereal faerie, the good and bound Ariel, with the voice of three! Why good lady, you do me evil by asking me my favorite!"
He released her from the spin and spun away himself, resting himself into a quivering float as he fought to restrain his glee. "But my heart, O! My heart does it alight with flame when remember I the singing voice of good Ariel! Yearn, do I, yearn, how I yearn! But to hear his voice again, but to SING with a voice like his my heart does yearn!" Rushing up to Vyn again, taking up her hands in his to giggle just an inch away from her face, he spoke with determination and joy, "One day, one day, sweet Lady, I will sing like good Ariel! Mark my words in ink and blood, sweet Lady, I will!" And with another happy sigh, Eiry released her wrists and leaned himself back, sinking towards the ground in a happy float.
Isi should have seen this coming. In fact, maybe he did. He just refused to look this far ahead and acknowledge it. This meant, for Isi, that he was going to hear the Tempest recited by his scholarly ward for another two weeks at least. Lifting himself up out of seat as he followed the raevans out of the box, he tried to avert his gaze from his near-hysteric sigel while he slipped his crutches onto his arms.
"That was really good," Isi said offhandedly to Ethan, giving him a thankful grin. He glanced back to his ward and gave a sigh, "And it seems that Eiry enjoyed the production too. And that is a gross understatement. You realize that you've just sentenced me to at least a month of rereading the Tempest, right?" Of course, the end of the phrase was supposed to be a joke.
"Eiry! Get up from the floor, people are trying to walk!" Isi demanded sternly. He watched as his sigel lifted up into another twirl, rolling himself through the air as if in a dance. "Sorry, Ethan."
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 11:31 am
Like a chill breeze, both chilling and somehow refreshing Vyn felt her companion pass through her as he spun in excitement. If she had considered herself excited by the performance Eiry was in an emotion leagues above ‘excited’. The minty ghost was euphoric. Never before had Vyn seen a person in such a state – when she had been to the J-rock concert, what she had considered to be her biggest passion at the time, she had not even displayed a fraction of the wild joy that radiated in such powerful waves from the unwithering leaf. Even being in the presence of an individual so invigorated made the rose’s smile crack into an even wider grin, she wanted to share in Eiry’s joy and her sloped ears listened to his gleeful response. He could not choose a favourite and in his usual fashion he recited each other the character’s wonderful traits, however, eventually he managed to settle on once aspect that he favoured perhaps more than the others. Ariel’s singing.
As he rushed towards her, clasping her hands in his she did not even blanch away as she usually would when placed in such close proximity. Being near to him whilst he was so happy only transferred the good feelings to her! His desire to be able to sing like the fairy made Vyn grin. The comparisons she had made between the two characters would be drawn even tighter should the will o the wisp follow his ambition!
“You should learn Eiry-kun! I would like to hear you sing.” She responded, just as he released himself from her grip and dissolved into the floor. Surprised Vyn’s expression switched rapidly from pleasure to an aghast gasp and then, releasing slightly late that Eiry was simply surrendering to the ‘knee-buckling’ pleasure, amusement.
Ethan was very impressed by the performance. He had seen lots of theatre during the course of his life and being able to share something as good as what they had just witnessed with a raevan that truly idolised Shakespeare led to the pleased smile curling his lips. Completing his generous applause he raised himself from the comfortable seat and regarded the ecstatic raevans before him. Eiry was quite obviously somewhere very close to heaven as he whooped and swirling in the air like a giddy child, but more surprisingly Vyn also appeared to be very happy – a smile was plastered all over her face and rather than appearing slightly forced or half-hearted, she seemed to be honestly over the moon with her friend.
Inclining his head to the teenager his whole face revealed his pleasure and amusement. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry Isikoro... Though I'm sure Eiry will be able to rope in other members of the family. In fact, maybe you could put on a family performance one day?” The pleasant atmosphere was not even tainted when the white haired boy reprimanded Eiry for lounging blissfully half submerged in the floor. Laughing Ethan gestured to the door out of the box.
“Vyn... Eiry? Shall we leave?”
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 1:50 pm
Twirling again with the likeliness of a dead dancer strung from some old oak by rope and string, Eiry waltzed his way out of the booth, not even bothering to look for the door frame he so easily passed through. They were the last to leave from their portion of the wing, so Eiry didn't have to dodge any trailing theater goers as he swung himself about the hallway like a leaf in a breeze. He beckoned Vyn through the door, his bright red eyes pinned on her as he cooed and opened his arms wide. He agreed with her notion, his chest welling up at the thought of being able to one day sing like the beauteous and strange Ariel.
"One day soon," he promised again as she floated after him, "One day soon! Perhaps even now!" And with the pinning of his arms to his chest, he let ope his mouth and tried to make a sound, but the sound made was nothing short of ghastly. Startled by the horrific sound, Eiry froze dead in his tracks, reaching up to feel his throat he checked if the noise had some how broken his vocal chords. Everything was fine. Vocal chords and neck and skin intact. Glancing at Vyn, he laughed off the horrific sound with an almost as haunting bout of embarrassed giggles. "Perhaps not now," he admitted, "But one day soon after received the accurate and appropriate training, I might!"
Isi, now with his crutches underneath his arms, moved out of the booth, heading along the hallway in front of Eiry towards the exit. He made sure to stay with the group though, and it wasn't too hard for him to keep the pace what with his...well, it doesn't need to be said.
"Family performance," Isi said, giving a laugh and a shake of his head, "The day Eiry convinces Rivener to read and memorize Shakespeare will be the day I die." He paused and looked back at Ethan, "But, seriously, Mr. Blake, thank you for inviting us. You've given something I couldn't to Eiry. So thanks."
Without letting more room to argue about expenses, politeness, or gratitude, Isi turned away from Ethan and continued walking forward, swept away with the rest of the dispersing crowd.
Taking Vyn's arm in his, the minty sigel led the rose frei along the corridor. He patted her arm with his, grinning at her widely like a Cheshire cat. "Such eloquent thanks I must bequeath to you too, fair lady, thank you! For this most excellent performance and time. Never since have I been happier with the Bard!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 10:40 am
The sound of Eiry’s singing resonated through Vyn and she couldn’t help but drop from a cheerful smile to a wince of pain as the appalling noise assaulted her ears. However, as the will o’ the wisp grasped at his throat – obviously surprised at the banshee like singing voice that he had – she reaffixed a smile and nodded in agreement. Yes. Eiry could learn how to master his vocal chords to produce the same beautiful sound as the actor and when he did, he would be perfect for the role. Better than the professional they had seen on stage tonight – she was sure of that! Nobody could muster even half as much passion as the minty sigel when it came to Shakespeare.
Ethan laughed at Isikoro’s sarcastic comment. It sounded quite true and when he tried to imagine the black and red scorpion attempting to learn lines or partake in any kind of practice his mind’s eye had trouble conjuring up the image. In response to Isikoro’s thanks though he simply smiled widely and was about to say; “honestly it’s a pleasure to share the experience,” but by the time the words began to form on his lips the white headed boy had already launched himself down the corridor towards the exit on his crutches. Ethan’s smile dimmed slightly. Isikoro was strange... He liked the boy, but at the same time wanted him to be slightly more accepting of the good things in life. Without commenting or chasing the teen up on that thought Ethan quickly caught up and strode alongside the other male towards the exit.
When the ghost took her arm, causing a refreshing tingle to sigh along her skin, Vyn waved away his thanks. “It was Ethan’s idea to invite you.” She informed him, unable to take any of the credit that the poetic boy was generously bestowing upon her. Inclining her head to him slightly, lapping up the pleasant aura that he was excreting, she added. “I should thank you. You explained everything to me.”
By this time all four of them had made it outside and the crisp night air chilled Vyn’s arms into shivering and goose pimples rose on her pale flesh. Ethan, still smiling, took a step away from his company and said, “It’s time to go home now. It was lovely seeing you. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself Eiry, and I hope to see you both soon.” With that he offered his own arm to Vyn who, reluctantly unattached herself from Eiry and floated to him.
“Bye Eiry-kun!” She called before the pair turned and began their journey to the nearby taxi rank. The evening had been a big success.
[ Exeunt ]
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