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 Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 4:37 pm
Zee had almost reluctantly agreed to take Devin to the park. Almost reluctantly because, well... Who could be reluctant when you looked into Devin's eyes? It was impossible! And so Zee, the lazy dark elf that he was, sat on the bench watching his son attempt to get onto one of the swings. He failed over and over again, until his father rolled his eyes, got up from his bench and lifted the boy up onto it by his arms.
Once that was done, he gave the boy a push to get him started, and went back to what he was doing--absolutely nothing. Well, he prefered to call it keeping order. If Devin did come to any harm, he would jump up in an instant. But for now... The sun was warm, despite the golden leaves on the ground. Fall was near, but as of yet, summer was still in charge.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:48 pm
There was an underlying bite in the breeze that set Casia's heart fluttering. Autumn was her favourite time of year, but this year in particular, it meant that winter, along with the one year anniversary of her arrival at the Greystone residence, was rapidly arriving. She had realized about a week earlier, and now whenever she felt the familiar chill in the breeze, she felt a gnawing sort of anxiety tagging along with it and making her feel less than zenlike.
But on the other hand, Fall! Leaf piles, hot chocolate, bundling up in blankets on chilly mornings, and oatmeal with strawberries and maple syrup, with any luck. Fall brought everything beautiful and groovy, and the siren's mouth twitched into a smile as her patent leather shoes scuffed rust coloured leaves briefly into the air. In this somewhat more optimistic mood, she dashed into the park, flapping her wings as hard as she could to stir the leaves up even more and send them flying around her. Laughing merrily, she grabbed the nearest free swing, and from this mad dash she swung easily into the air herself. She let out a shriek of delight as she was lifted off the ground, and kicked as hard as she could when she returned. It was all well and good to worry and fret, to feel lonely and miss things that were part of the past, but sometimes Casia just needed to let go and be a kid or she half-fancied she'd go zappy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:15 pm
Zee sat up, alert as he caught sight of an older child heading towards the swings. One had to admit, at least he wasn't completely unaware. His pointed ears twitched in concern, though the girl seemed cheerful enough. Zee normally did not trust people he didn't know to be around his children--but in this case, he decided to make an exception. He went back to pretending to read Howl's Moving Castle. You could tell. His golden yellow eyes were boring holes into the page he was staring at; he occassionally turned it for added effect.
Devin tried to stop his swing; something that was rather difficult for him to do, seeing as his feet barely touched the ground. Instead, he stopped pumping his legs and stared at the newcomer. He'd never seen anyone like her before. Of course, the only people he'd met were family. What was she? Before curiousity could take over, he remembered something.
"Bird!" He cried, taking one hand off the swing's chain and pointing.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:17 am
Casia's head swung towards the cry out of force of habit. She was no bird, but she was used to being identified as 'some bird kid'. She preferred it, even. Sirens were groovy at times, but then there was that frustrating fact that they were technically monsters, and that was a label Casia wasn't too keen on. She thought she wasn't a monster, but there was always that little nagging voice at the bottom of her mind that just doubted, and being called a bird-thing kept it more quiet than it would be otherwise.
"Hey, groovy guy!" she called out, in too good a mood to be a downer. Skidding to a stop, she said "You need a push?"
A figure that looked a lot like him only older was reading near the swings, so she assumed he was probably some kind of family member. However, he was wrapped up in his book, and he was a grown-up, so Casia chose to ignore him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 2:24 pm
Devin stared at Casia with wide, golden eyes. When she had spoken, he'd come to the unfortunate (in his opinion) discovery that she was not, in fact, a bird. He nodded at her for a moment, not really understanding what she'd said before 'You need a push?'. He knew that phrase.
"I groovy?" Devin repeated, blinking. "What that?" Was it a good thing, being groovy? Or was it a veiled insult? Oh well. Might as well call her the same thing, right? It didn't matter whether he knew what it meant or not. "You groovy too," he said with a nod. "Puthh me, pleathe."
Zee watched them over his book. He'd forgotten to turn the page, he was so interested. He smirked to himself; a little girl talking like she'd just fallen out of the sixties. Zee wasn't exactly a fan of that era, but seeing this amused him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 9:43 pm
"Now you got it." Casia said, grinning. "Only it's you're groovy, not you groovy. I'm groovy, and you're groovy!" Jane had been rubbing off on her more than she had thought.
Jumping off her swing with a perfect dismount that ended with an earthy 'thump', Casia went over to push Devin, humming as she did so. "So what's your name?"
Despite her good mood, she noticed the older man watching her over his book, which she filed under 'Highly Suspicious'. If this was his kid, why was he pretending to read instead of just watching? She kept on smiling and pushing Devin, but her brown eyes were no longer watching the swing.
So she didn't know when or how hard to push. This was not going to end well.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 4:23 pm
Devin stared at Casia for a moment. It had never occurred to him that he was speaking incorrectly. "You-or groovy?" he attempted. It still didn't sound quite right; oh well, he'd get it in time. "I Devi," he told her with a smile. "Devin when I in trubble. Devi mothtly," he added, he didn't want his new friend under the impression that he got into trouble often. "What you-or name?" he asked as she began to push him.
Zee looked over the top of his book, and saw the girl he'd spotted earlier. He closed the book over a finger, and gave her a smile and a wave. Why was she watching him? He wasn't a goldfish to gawk at. He watched her push Devin for a while, before deciding to abandon his pretense of reading. He set the book down on the bench, and walked over. He sat on the swing next to them. He had to make sure Devin was safe; and the way this girl was pushing him, he didn't think it was wise to be more than a few feet away.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:10 am
As the man waved, Casia hastily looked away, back at Devin like nothing had happened. To reinforce this idea, she began to sing:
"Aaaapril, come she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
Maa-aay, she will sta-a-ay,
Resting in my arms again."
Casually, she crooned as she pushed the swing and nodded back to the man, since he had clearly seen her, as he was coming over. When he did, she sized him up more thoroughly. Clearly some relative of the boy's. They looked so similar that it was super trippy. "Hey, Devi," she said, stopping her ditty as the swing swung nearer to her, "Is this guy your old man?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:28 pm
A voice like a Siren, Zee observed. An angel or some other kind of creature from some mythology; Thali would have known. He glanced at the girl again; from the little he knew of the girl from observing her, he hazarded a guess that she wasn't exactly human. Well, he only had to look at her wings to note that. Maybe she was some kind of fae. Or maybe she was a hybrid. Interesting. He used his legs to move back and forth on the swing, feet never leaving the ground. "I see you've made a friend, Devi," he said, giving Casia a smile. "I'm Zee, by the way."
Devin was silently impressed with her singing, and made no comment while it lasted. He paused when she asked him a question. "He my Daddy," he told her with a smile, turning his head so he could look at her through the corner of one eye. "You really good thinger," he told her. "Very very good. I no can thing." Which wasn't a very easy confession for the toddler. He liked to be able to do everything.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 10:47 pm
"I can't sing, you mean." Casia corrected absentmindedly before adding, "Thank you." it was a compliment she had received more than once, but she never tired of hearing it. She was proud of her singing, and she loved people recognizing how good it was as long as she was soliciting their attention.
"Casia." the Siren replied now that the adult was identified (and what sort of a name was Z, anyway? Z was a letter, and reminiscent of things like Zorro). Her attention was still mostly for Devin and she said "I'm sure you'll get better at singing if you give it a shot, cool cat. This kind of stuff takes time, you know?" Even Casia had to work at her singing and it was built into her genes. She couldn't imagine being a human and having to try to learn how to sing.
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