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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:13 am
Bare feet bobbed in and out view from the basement window neath the porch where the small pompeii child sat. Her mom had told her a new friend was coming to visit today, and she had to stay in the backyard. She didn't want to stay in such a boring place. At least boring to her, Chehero had spent ample amounts of money buying a playground off in one corner and a rather large hot tub in another. There was no sandbox as Ritsa has quickly gotten sick over being covered in sand so those seemed the better option. In the small girls lap were several musical toys she had stolen from her mothers room, and hidden outside earlier that morning. Ritsa was wearing her favorite outfit today, a little white dress reaching down to her knees and a red vest over that. Her mom had tried doing up her hair but she had made such a fuss that Chehero had just given up and let her hair remain down.
Moving the stolen instruments off her lap to the porch beside her Ritsa gathered herself up and moved her legs under her as she continued to watch the silence of the backyard. Who was going to be coming today? A few butterflies caught her attention but unlike usual she just watched them dance about then flutter away. Where was this person? Just as the impatient thoughts drifted through her mind she could hear the soft call of her mother and voices from the house before the sliding glass door to the porch opened up and there stood two strangers with her mother.
Swallowing the lump that had rose in the small toddlers throat she glanced nervously from one to the other before a big grin appeared on her face followed by a short giggle. "Hi i'm Ritsa"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 10:28 pm
It was a strange sort of day but he supposed that he understood what it was that his mother was doing. She often told him that she wanted to see him get out of the house more, that he needed to make more friends, and so on. He knew that she was right and he couldn't allow himself to be forever afraid to go outside due to seeing one rather violent fight he told himself before he looked down at Tural, "Have you heard anything about who we are going to meet?" The whole meeting was arranged by his mother and Than, the family servant, was bringing them to the meeting place by car.
Tural lifted his head, whiskers giving a little twitch, before he shook his head. He had no idea where it was that they were going either but didn't care. So long as he was with Kliken, and so long as Kliken had his magical bag that always had treats in it, then he was happy. Speaking of which the dragon set to nipping at the bag that was sitting on the seat next to Kliken, trying to pull it down to the floor of the car so that he could try to get at the treats within it.
"Hey now, no stealing. You only have to ask." Kliken said, digging into the bag to pull out a plastic bag that held a bunch of dried algae cubes. He took one of them out and tossed it to his dragon who caught it in his mouth and started to chirp happily while chewing on it. Kliken smiled, scratching him on the head as Tural chewed on the treat and starred out the darkly tinted windows of the car as they continued along. It wasn't long before they were pulling up in front of where they were going. Than got out, walked around the car, and opened up the door for the two of them so that the pair could climb out of the car. Kliken stretched out all over before looking at Than, "So, can you tell me who I am meeting?" He asked in a curious manner. Did anyone know what they were doing or where they going?
Than gave a half shrug, "She didn't tell me anything other then the address." He said, patting him on the head before he motioned for him to go ahead, "You two go on ahead." He said, waiting for Kliken and Tural to be allowed in the house that they were visiting, "Call my cell when you are ready to come home!" He called, giving them a wave of one bandaged hand before he went to get back in the car.
Kliken was quiet as he was led by the woman to where the one he was sent to play with was waiting... where as Tural was huffing all the while, never liking too much walking. He was a bit of a chubby dragon, something natural for his species, and given he was the sort that was happiest in the water if was only normal he didn't like the land as much. Upon reaching the one that they had come to visit he couldn't help but to stare for a moment, finding her feathery looking hair to be quite interesting, as well as her bright colors, "H-Hello there, R-Ritsa. I'm K-Kliken and this is T-Tural." He said, motioning to the dragon at his side.
Tural blinked at the girl before shuffling closer, needing to be close before he was able to see her better since his eyesight wasn't the best.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 11:00 pm
Bright turquoise eyes glanced over the boy in front of her siding up to her mother's face who stood behind the pair. She wasn't sure how to react, everyone she had meat up to this point had been more outgoing than she was on her best days and he talked funny. Watching her mother smile back down at her before stepping back to slide the large glass pane closed behind them. Blinking twice as she tried to register what had happened she found herself looking once again at the strange boy in front of her a smile still brightly lit on her face. "I'm very pleased to meet you." Closing her eyes softly she carefully picked up the edges of her dress and made a small curtsy just like her mother had taught her was the best way to make friends and she wanted friends.
Correcting her stance and opening her eyes was probably not the best of ideas for that particular moment as she found herself more than comfortably close to a strange creature she hadn't met before. Squeaking slightly as she stared back into its eyes the small child froze, what if it wanted to eat her? What was she supposed to do then? Without moving her eyes glanced back over to Kliken before remembering that some of the friends she had met had these kind of creatures with them, and they were friendly. So he wouldn't eat her right? Finding the courage to move a little Ritsa pulled one of her hands up to gently pat the dragon on the head. "I-it's very nice to meet you. Lets be friends, not eat me. OK?"
Shifting her weight uncomfortably Ritsa peered back up at Kliken, she was getting nervous now with how close the dragon was and looking behind her a faint smile still played across her lips. "You like butterflies?"
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