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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 9:18 pm
"I'm somewhat enjoying myself. I keep sleeping in. Why are you here anyways?" he asked raising to his feet. He lightly brushed the dirt off of his knees and looked up at Kier, his eyes sparkling with a childish light. "I never got my dance answer. Do you want to?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 9:24 pm
"Ehh." Kier shrugged. "My brothers made me do it. For mom." She made a face. Toying with a bird, she looked at her feet. "I'm not much of a dancer. Prolly step on your feet or something." She looked up, chuckling sheepishly. "I'd rather not injure your toes or anything."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 9:35 pm
"I'm sort of a sorcerer myself. Lots of accidents so I won't mind a few bruises on my toes," he chuckled taking a seat beside her. He sighed the rest of the different scents from his lungs. Now just the carnival scent remained. He smiled a sad, mocking smile. "My family hates me bacause of what I am. I think you're lucky Lady Kier. I really do."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 9:52 pm
"Well, I'm still not very good at it." Kier plopped back into her seat, holding the cranes in her lap. "Sorcerer, eh?" She raised her eyebrows at him. "Really? That's..." Trailing off, Kier tried to think of something to say. 'Pretty cool' sounded lame. She needed a different word for it, but none came to mind.
She frowned when he spoke of his family. Hated him, did they? Kier tugged his hair lightly, saying, "Well...then they're being silly. Nothing wrong with magic, yanno?" She tried her best to look encouraging, inwardly awkward. She wasn't good with sad people!
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 10:10 pm
Nicollo could see her emotions play on her face in a confusing mass. He flicked one of his feathers and smiled. "I don't let it bother me though. The only thing I can really do that's magical is turn into...a...well....a moth," he admitted. He was a bit embarressed that all he could turn into was a moth. He bowed, kissed Kier's hand and did what he did best and disappeared.
He didn't go far. He was on the floor, dancing to his heart's content. A sadness seemed wrap itself around his movements. His elegant blue cape whirled around his slender frame. His messy blond hair flew like a banner in the air. His deep laughed boomed from his entire being. He danced under the light of the moon. Dancing his way into oblivion. Dancing his emotions from him. The intoxicating smell of the Dark Carnival filled his scences and he laughed.
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