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 Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 7:39 pm
Ophelia had no fall clothes. Most of her winter things from last January still fit, but everything she had for the sort of blustery weather they'd been having lately was in spring colors. For someone of her fashionista leanings, this was unacceptable. So last season. She wouldn't dare be caught dead in last season's styles in the middle of September.
Okay, that was an exaggeration.
Overdramatic hipster lingo aside, she still needed some new clothes. The nearest mall was about forever away, even when you could fly, and besides, she really did not fancy showing that off in broad daylight. So she went to a department store that was closer. The selection wasn't as good, but she was still confident she could pick up some seasonal basics.
Or some really cute shoes.
Okay, she was distracted. Those were really, really cute shoes. She didn't need shoes - she needed sweaters and corduroys and scarves - but those were some damn cute shoes.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 10:12 pm
Morgana sighs as she attempts to take Nirendra's hand, only to have her pull away just as fast. If she had known this was going to happen, she would have never left. Lifting a hand, she runs it through her silver hair for a moment. She just had to give her space that was all, let her warm back up to her.
Nirendra on the other hand, wasn't planning on warming up to anyone. Not so long as that other cabbage was around. With her arms crossed she looks down at the ground for a moment as they walk.
She didn't mind shopping, it was fun after all. But why was she going to need something warm? She was pretty warm already. Sometimes she found, she just didn't understand grownups at all.
Pausing near the nearby shoes, she glances a a pair of Mary Jane. Her bright blue eyes go wide as she picks them up. Okay, she found something she wanted.
These shoes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 5:48 am
A small hand picked up the shoe next to the one that had Ophelia so focused, a pair of child sized Mary Janes that were similar to the ones she wanted. She looked up and smiled at the girl who had taken the shoe.
"Good choice," she said, noting the child's fascinated expression, "I like your style."
The kid had good taste - what could she say?
"Do you need help finding ones in your size?" she asked, and then looked around. Something was missing from this equation. "Where's your mommy?"
Or daddy. Ophelia should have known better than to ask that, because she herself was part of that breed of child that had no mother. But she asked it anyway. Most children, she rationalized, had mothers. Even if those children happened to look like dragons. Maybe this girl's mother was a dragon, too? What if Ophelia was in trouble...
She shrugged it off. She knew plenty of strange looking kids with perfectly human parents. Or perfectly something-else-besides-whatever-the-kids-were parents. Or something like that.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:06 pm
Nirendra glances towards the older girl, her jaw dropping alittle. She was quite shocked that someone found her taste good. Course she never heard that before, but still it was awesome. Flapping her wings for a brief moment, she looks down at the shoes in her hands before nodding "Yes please, and she over there."
Turning, she points toward the tall female elf. Morgana gives a small wave to them both, only to frown as Nirendra turns away quickly. With a sigh, she takes a seat in one of the nearby chairs.
It will get better....
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:21 pm
Ophelia gave a cheerful wave to the child's mother (politically correct crisis averted, yay!) and retrieved a measuring board from the other side of the aisle. "We'll use this to see what size you are, okay?" she asked the girl. "So, uh, take off your shoes and line your heel up with this thing, okay?"
She pointed to the heel cup of the board and set it in front of the girl.
"Ready when you are!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:41 pm
Glancing down at her blue slippers, Nirendra nods as she carefully slips them off. Setting them aside, she glancing at her feet as if she was deciding which to use. Lifting her right foot, she rest the heel back against the metal only to burst into a giggle "That cold." she was attempting not to squirm, finding this hard to do.
Resting her hand on one of the chairs, Ren wraps her wings around her shoulders "What's your name? I'm Ren!" she holds her hand out toward the older girl.
She was glad that she was helping her, as at this point she didn't want her mothers help.
Morgana watches the two girls, then smiles for a moment. A moment of guilt ran through her. She knew she should be doing this, but again she just had to let her be. No point in trying to push her into anything.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:51 pm
For a moment, Ophelia was about to give her full name, but then remembered no child could hope to pronounce it. Rather than have another child dub her Feely (Fish and Crowley were enough), she said, "My name's Phelly."
Thank you, Wisp.
She smiled to herself as she slid the bar on the measuring board to line it up with Ren's toes.
"That shouldn't be a hard size to find," she said, turning to scan the row of boxes. She found the size, pulled it out, and opened it up.
"Try this on," she said, handing a shoe to the little girl. "Put it on your right foot."
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 9:10 pm
"Phelly.." Ren spoke the name slowly at first, trying to get a feel for it. With a nod, she smiles "Phelly, that's a pretty name." was still young not to realize it was a nickname like hers. None of this matter though, as she glances at the shoes. Gasping, she smiles before looks to Phelly "Those are pretty."
Carefully lifting her foot, she slips it into the shoe. Her toes wiggle before she grins from ear to ear "It fits!." lifting her feet, she shows it to Phelly. She was so glad that it fit. It meant she would have to get them now.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 7:22 am
"Here," laughed Ophelia, holding out the other shoe. "Put this one on, see if they're both good."
She slipped the girl's foot into the matching slipper and buckled it. She felt the toes, because she was sure no parent would buy their child shoes they would outgrow in a month or two, and decided there was enough room there.
"How about you walk in them?" she asked. "Go show your mom!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 7:57 am
Slipping off the chair, Nirendra gaps as she looks down at the Mary Jane's on her feet. Taking a few steps in them, she squeals before looking towards her mother. For a moment, she seem to forget how angry she was at her, but then it dawned on her and she finds herself frowning again. Crossing her arms, she moves slowly over to her before she holds one foot up to show her.
"These fit, can I have them please?"
Morgana glances at Nirendra, almost in shock that the young one came to her. She was expecting her to forget about them. That didn't seem to ber the case at this point though. Kneeling down, she looks over the shoes, before she looks up at the other young girl.
She called herself Phelly, which made her wonder what her real name was. Looking back towards Nirendra she smiles before nodding to her "Sure, and how about you invite your new friend out for some ice cream?"
Nirendra eyes go wide, her blue eyes seem surprised before she nods alittle. Turning slowly, still with wide eyes, she practically runs over to Phelly. Jumping up and down, she giggles before she settles down "My mom said yes! And you wanna go out for Ice cream?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 2:21 pm
Ophelia cast a wavering glance at the shoes she had meant to try on, and assured herself she did not actually need them. This was for the better, and she'd go spend her money on a funky buffalo-check scarf or something to console herself for it later.
"Okay," she said to Ren, and smiled at the girl's mother.
"Hi," she said, a little bit flustered by where all this had gotten her. "I'm Ophelia Prosper - do you guys, er, live around here?"
Great with kids, shy around anyone over the age of fourteen. Ophelia blushed in embarrassment and stared at her shoes.
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