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 Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 2:50 pm
Cerena and Gorachii only, please. heart Lethe sat up at long last, looking proudly at the water-color-stained piece of paper she'd just created. It was a work of art -- pure beauty -- of course, but what good was 'art' unless someone was there to tell you how good it was?
So Lethe found herself wandering the hallways of her new house, still adjusting to the musty-sweet smell of its rooms and hallways, the piece of paper tucked neatly under her arms.
She paused after she reached the end of the hallway leading to her room, considering her options.
She could show Cere -- but Cere would always smile, nod, say 'that's nice!' and take it away to put it somewhere else. Whereas Hide&Seek was always a favorite game of hers, it wasn't when it came to her own things.
She could show Circe, except Circe probably would ask all sorts of annoying questions like "what's that? and that? and that?" -- and everyone knew that you were supposed to shut up and pretend you knew what was going on in a picture and look smart. That was part of the game of art.
Koyuki was Out today, and the last time she'd tried to show Selene some of her art, the robot commented on how realistic it looked. She wasn't sure what 'realistic' meant, but it didn't really sound like a nice word. And there wasn't any 'good' involved, so she probably just didn't appreciate art like she should. Artemis, on the other hand, took one look at her approaching and ran away (he was probably just intimidated by her talent.)
So that left one other person, if she remembered correctly the people living in her house (and she always remembered correctly.) Lethe turned left at the hallway and began to slowly make her way deeper into the house, one hand pressed against the wall for balance, and headed towards the one wing of the house that was emphasized to her not to go.
Oh well. She wouldn't really understand why not to go there unless she went there, right? Besides, where else would Chai be?
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 12:36 pm
Chai wakes with the slivers of a dream sliding from her mind like sand throug fingers, and though she grasps at it, the memory slips from her like a teasing breeze. Left is a feeling of startingly lucidity, as if she had just jumped into cold water. It is only after the shock passes away that Chai acknowledges the sound of muted footsteps in the hall. It has been a long time since she lived in a Suiryuugan house, but the instinct of self-preservation is as sharp as ever (a fact in which Chai takes a particularly fierce joy), so it makes sense that she woke so suddenly for no obvious reason at all.
The person in the hall is obviously not aware of her presence, which would mean it is either Cerena or... well it could be anyone, really, because Chai is paranoid and impulsive enough to switch sleeping rooms every other night in fits of a probably slipping sanity.
Her shoes are lined up neatly at the foot of her futon, and Chai puts them on silently, sparing only a lingering glance at the katana hanging on her wall. It is a family heirloom, and it was the first possession she unpacked after the move, but it is ornate and expensive, and probably over-kill if the stranger in the hall is careless enough for footsteps.
A thin, traditional Japanese door is the only thing seperating Chai from the hall, and she slams it back with uneccessary force in a sudden flare of irritation, her curiousity to see who the person in the hall smothered by a feeling of sleep lost.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 1:05 pm
Lethe did not startle at the sudden movement or noise, not knowing enough to do so, and instead felt rather relieved that she did not have to look for very long to find Chai. She thought, very briefly, that she looked rather sick, and decided that this was because she did not eat enough asparagus. She would tell her this later, but her want of art-appreciation was more pressing than concern for her 'other mother' (nor did she know enough to feel bad about her own selfishness.)
The hallway was dark, and Lethe's short hair, just starting to curl, blended well into the shadows along with her dark clothes. The light caught her eyes though, giving them an odd gleaming quality that suddenly made her look something out of a Japanese horror movie, the kind with dolls that suddenly come to life and come after you with a knife.
Lethe stepped forward, just once, and then again, and again, until she was standing in front of Chai, a proud smile spread across her porcelain face. Instead of a knife, she shoved a piece of paper in Chai's view. It was still damp and was very blue. In fact, there was nothing but blue, and various streaks of green, all in a flat wavy line across the page. "Self-porchrate!" Lethe explained, feeling proud that she knew such difficult 'vocaburarily', and waited expectantly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 1:22 pm
Chai blinks. This is Lethe, she realizes, standing in the hall and looking vaguely terrifying and surreal at the same time.
"... Hello," she says, carding a hand through her hair and feeling disconnected. Then Lethe is proccuring a piece of paper from behind her tiny child's back and saying something mangled and vaguely like English, so Chai squats down and makes an appropriately curious noise in the back of her throat, a haze of understanding settling in. "I seriously hope you didn't make a mess," she briefly reflects on saying, but instead what comes out is, "I didn't know you paint."
The picture, Chai notes, is not particularly good. She does not say this, but takes the water-warped paper into her hands and suggests that Lethe use tape next time, so the paper doesn't wrinkle quite so badly. Chai hopes, in the back of her mind, that Lethe had the forethought to either paint on a non-carpet area, or at least cover the floor in newspaper.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 1:45 pm
"Hi," Lethe replied politely, feeling only slightly relieved that Chai must not be as strange as people told her she was if she knew the rules of greeting. Besides which -- when she thought of strange, she thought of things with purple spots where no purple spots should be, and Chai was hardly purple-spotted.
"Paint lots," She explained only briefly, looking from Chai to her painting and back again. "Is good?" She asked hopefully, tilting her head to the side and waiting for her well-deserved praise. The minty-haired girl had mentioned something about tape, and Lethe considered this long enough to realize that tape could be used to keep the paper from sliding around on the floor while she put colors on it.
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