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 Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 9:07 pm
"Oooone two buckle my shoooooe," Khalindra was singing, walking along the grassy hills of the public park. Aiden was trailing behind her tiredly. It was dusk, at least, so the crankiness Khali had during the day was slowly wearing off.
"Daddy, your turn!" she insisted, turning her bright silver eyes to her father as she kicked at a rock with her booted feet. The bandanna in her hair was holding back the curls and her dress, which was a pretty silver-blue, was flowing around her quite prettily in the wind.
Aiden sighed, "Three four shut the door."
His daughter had been obsessed with learning to read, and the book of nursary rhymes that Sylvester had purchased her had been her first conquest. She had only been able to sound out one so far.
Just his luck it happened to be the most repetitive and stupid one in there. But he didn't say anything.
"Good!" she giggled, plopping herself down on the grass, silver eyes peering around for someone to talk to. She had met three tales already. Two boys and a girl. They all had seemed to be in different places.
Maybe she'd be lucky and meet another!
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 11:04 pm
Sleep--blessed, refreshing sleep--was something Tybalt had not been finding easily as of late. That stupid recurring dream interrupted at night and people actually EXPECTED him to be awake during the day; it kept him constantly on the razor's edge of his terrible temper, and merely a hint of a breeze was enough to push him over, these days. He escaped when he could, away from the house, away from chores and running feet and general house-noises. He went to parks, nested in trees like the bird he was, and tried to steal a few moments of sleep. He was there just then, doing just that.
Now, someone was trying to steal his nap from him.
Giggling children and silly songs, two things he didn't enjoy at the best of times, had come to haunt him at the worst. He cracked a drowsy eye open as foreign, unwanted noise penetrated his foggy mind, and he quickly went from sleepy to utterly pissed off. How DARE these idiots wander under HIS tree singing songs to keep him awake? "Five, six, shut the bloody hell up!" he continued, snarling loudly from his perch.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 11:11 pm
Khali stopped her movements and looked around for the source of the voice. Locating it, she shot the young man a very confused look, "That doesn't rhyme."
Aiden himself flopped down on the hill beside his daughter and yawned sleepily, "I apologize for her. She tends to be a little more...Exciteable at night. I'm lacking sleep as well."
Khalindra turned her head to look at her father, narrowing her silver eyes, "It's not my fault that the sun hurts my skin."
Apparently the crankiness hadn't quite worn off yet.
"Yes, Khalindra, I know."
The star princess stood up, dusting her dress off before looking back up towards Tybalt, really taking a good look at him. He looked a lot like Sylvester. Not the same animal, but more animal that person.
...Definitely not as cuddly. And he probably wouldn't buy her something.
"I'm Khali...Will you come down?"
The glittering stars on her bandanna seemed to catch what light was left in the sky, reflecting in her golden hair. Even her silver eyes were shining brightly as she innocently watched him.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 4:00 pm
Tybalt definitely wouldn't buy her anything, but he might give her something--like a swift kick in the teeth if she oozed any of that ever-annoying youthful exuberance on him. "It doesn't have to," he shot back, looking down at the pair with a scowl. His crankiness was more than a match for hers, and her Author's apology did nothing to assuage it. Even her shinyness couldn't snap Tybalt's mood; he had seen sparklier, after all. "No," he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "Piss off."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 2:06 pm
"But don't all poems and stuff have to rhyme?" she asked, not seeming to be phased much by his bad attitude. She was in a rather cheerful mood herself and it took him telling her to piss off to make her small face fall.
What did that mean? It couldn't be very nice, though.
"Oh..." her voice was quieter now. Maybe if she said please? "Will you come down please?"
It was worth a try! Maybe he wouldn't be so grumpy..."I'll give you one of my barettes!"
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