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 Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:38 pm
Devin loved how the leaves crinkled under his boots. Fall had finally taken it's course, the wind had an unmistakable bite to it. Winter was coming. The little dark elf was bundled in a knitted hoodie, long denim jeans and bright yellow wellington boots. Let's just say that one could tell that the toddler had dressed himself. At least he'd done it so he'd stay warm. A charming smile appeared on his face as another gust of wind blew the leaves around. The sky was silvery gray from the sun peeking out behind the clouds. It looked like his hair! That thought made him smile again.
The toddler made his way towards the slide, being closely followed by his father; though he didn't seem to know it. Zee sat on the wooden bench closest to the slide, and took out a book. He wasn't really planning to read, but he couldn't let other parents know he cared about Devin, could he? No, that wasn't right at all. He didn't even like the book. He considered it to be a pathetic love story, about a stupid elf girl falling for some weak human king.
And of course, everyone knew Zee was one hundred times better than any weak human king. The book was The Fellowship of the Ring.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 2:29 pm
"Well, we're here. Now, why don't you go play?"
Wallace peered up at his mother, with a wondrous expression on his green face and his mouth slightly open, and then turned to consider the various instruments and metal structures that decorated park. Oh, how he'd waited for this day! Wallace couldn't exactly remember the first time they'd passed by this place, in June's old blue station-wagon. All he could recall was staring, with his nose pushed up against the window, as other children (his size, and bigger!) jumped and skipped and played. He'd bugged and begged his mother, in his own gentle way, everyday since to bring him here- so that he could partake in the fun and, now that he finally had the opportunity, Wallace wasn't quite sure where to start. He was a little overwhelmed.
He fidgeted shyly beside June, who smiled down at him, with one hand supportively on his blonde head.
"Go on, boy," she nudged him gently with her leg, and nodded towards the slide, "you'll like it. Just watch the other children, and you'll catch on before you know it. I'll be right here if you need me."
Encouraged by her reassurances, but still a little nervous, Wallace swallowed and, in that slightly awkward and bumbling way of toddlers, slowly made his way towards the slide.
June sighed happily as she watched him go and paused to examine her fingernails. They were long and sharp; painted a violent shade of red. Another summer had come and gone, and the changes in the weather echoed deep within her bones. She was growing to be an old lady; in much the same way that the leaves turned to gold and died in the autumn, her originally dark hair was now silver and in serious need of a new dye job. It was tied into a tasteful french braid at the back of her head.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 11:46 am
Devin went down the slide, but sat at the end of it for a long while. The little dark elf was staring. Not in a rude way, no. In the I-want-to-be-your-friend-because-you're-so-cool-looking-but-I'm-too-shy-so-I'll-stare-at-you way little kids were prone to doing. You'd think with a skin-tone like his, nothing could surprise him. The fact remained that he'd never seen anyone quite like Wallace; and the toddler was wondering where the other boy hid his second eye. And why was he green? He'd learned from his older cousins (well, one in particular) that when people were sick, they turned green.
Of course, he'd taken his cousin's every word seriously. He wasn't old enough to have realized that people don't literally turn green, and that it was just a saying. And so, deciding Wallace was sick, Devin decided to go make him feel better. He toddled up to him, golden eyes clouded with concern for the other boy. " 'Ope you feel better," he said with a smile. "Wan to play?" He naturally avoided words with S's.
Zee looked up, and smiled when he saw Devin talking to someone his age. He'd been worried since Devin had met his older siblings that the toddler wouldn't be able to relate to his peers. Then he spotted June, and put his book down on the bench. He walked over to her politely, and flashed a kind smile. He gave half a bow before looking to her. "You may sit with me, if you wish," being around an older woman, or someone that appeared older, made him fall into his old habits. He was behaving well... Somewhat like a prince. He gestured to the bench in a polite manner. "We have a good view of the park, and since our children seem to be getting aquainted, we can assume they'll play together." If only Thali could see how he was behaving. She would have laughed.
Though, it probably would have been worse if Zee's fiancee saw him acting this way. He'd never hear the end of it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 6:16 pm
Staring. Everywhere he went; Wallace was exposed to this oppressing pheonomen. He was no fool. For a toddler, the little cyclops was acutely aware of the world around him; and even more so when it came to his own appearance. It only bothered him a little bit, really, that he was the only green person he knew, and the only one with three toes, and the only one with as single eye. To quiet his various, nervous insecurities June had told him stories about all sorts of different people; from different countries, and even different planets. And Wallace was pacified. He couldn't help the way he looked, after all.
But sometimes the unwarranted attention unsettled him. He noticed the boy with golden eyes watching him, and experienced simultaneous, contradictory feelings of shyness and wonder. He was blue! Like his favorite crayon! But, he was staring.
Wallace blinked in surprise when Devin approached him and, curious about the expression on the other toddler's face, waited patiently for him to speak. He grinned and, while he didn't feel sick at all, decided he'd rather welcome his new friend's good manners than question his train of thought.
"Thank you," Wallace offered happily, endeavoring to return the favor, "You feel better too. And, yeah! I wanna play!"
June, who'd been watching Wallace and the other little boy with a fond smile on her laugh-lined face, hadn't been expecting any company other than her young son's at the park that day. She was a friendly woman; vivacious and, built a bit like a brick wall, strong in her old age. She turned when Zee approached her, and was instantly charmed by the smile on his face and his impeccable manners.
"I would like to sit, yes," she returned his grin and, inspired by his bow, curtsied. It was an awkward attempt; she'd never tried it before, and her cheeks were flushed slightly with embarassment when she returned to her full height. June had never been much of a lady.
"Oh, is that your boy over there?" Her voice was unecessarily loud, but good-natured and cheerful. "He seems very darling. Wallace is so shy. I was worried he might have trouble meeting other children."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 8:12 pm
"I not thick," Devin was quick to correct the other boy with a smile. Or maybe he was. He hadn't looked in the living room mirror this morning. Could it be that he was turning green, too? He looked at his hands to make sure they were still their proper color. Yeah, still navy. "I blue, thee? I not thick." He paused when he heard the other toddler say he wanted to play.
A bright smile crossed his face. "Really? What we play? You pick! Jutht not hide-n-theek, kay?" Hide-n-seek was a horrible game. It frightened him, the first time he'd ever played it, his older sister had 'kidnapped' him. Scary. The truth was, Devin didn't know any other games, he was young enough to get away with tagging along with whatever his older cousins were playing. He depended on his friend to know a good one.
Zee gave June another one of his winning smiles. He'd liked her attempt, but had never liked putting on this act. It'd been drilled into him when he was young, and he'd never been able to completely throw the habit. His princeliness seemed to fade away as he gave her a nod.
"Yeah, that's Devin," he said with what could have been pride. "He's a little shy, too. But he'll grow out of it," he said this with such certainty that one might have wondered whether or not he was predicting it. "He doesn't like being away from me yet, he's kind of clingy."
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