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 Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:38 pm
"Mama, BEE!" The terrified call sounded across the park as Lisette ducked behind her mother, shuddering in terror from the buzzing, yellow-and-black stinging thing of doom that crossed their path for the briefest of moments before flying away to land innocently on a flower. Lissy still hadn't gotten over the fear of bees that she'd developed shortly after being stung, and nothing that Tish could do would get the little angel over it. Even showing that bees don't usually sting people didn't help. Lisette had a full-fledged phobia, and there was just no fixing it.
Sighing, Tish pulled her little angel close and walked her over to a nice spot under a tree, where distant music from a merry-go-round echoed around them. Sitting down, the mother of five tucked Lisette close to her and pulled out a book, intent on enjoying their one-on-one playtime. Lisette snuggled close and peered at the book with excited eyes - she'd picked out this story herself and was looking forward to hearing more of it.
"The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it. “No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alice coming. “There’s plenty of room!” said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
“Have some wine,” the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. “I don’t see any wine,” she remarked.
“There isn’t any,” said the March Hare.
“Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,” said Alice angrily.
“It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said the March Hare.
“I didn’t know it was your table,” said Alice; “it’s laid for a great many more than three.”
“Your hair wants cutting,” said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
“You shouldn’t make personal remarks,” Alice said with some severity; “it’s very rude.”
The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”"
Tish read on for a while, Lisette listening, enraptured by the tale of the little girl who had tea parties with 'mad' people, only it wasn't mad-angry, it was mad-crazy, and her Mama wouldn't tell her what the wine mentioned was. After a while though, she found herself distracted by the pretty music in the distance and looked around, trying to find its source.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 9:42 pm
The wind was just right for it to be a kite flying day as far as Orion was concerned. In addition it was pleasantly warn without a cloud in the sky which meant the herald could keep at this for hours. Well he could keep at it if it weren't for the fact that older or not now Orion still had a more limited supply of energy than he'd like and running and down vast grassy stretches of parkland was tiring even with breaks in between when he just manipulated the bright orange kite's string to make it dance in the air. After a time a break was going to be needed whether the blond liked it or not.
Eventually Orion's arms grew tired and he just let the kite drift slowly towards the ground, following leisurely after it as he went.By now he had a pretty good idea of how it all worked and why kites flew which was important becuase he wanted to know these things.. well all things but that in particular today. He might not be capable of flight himself yet, bigger, if paper thin, wings on not but he could learn how others things flew so he'd be ready sometime.
Elsewhere in the park Bastion had found a bench to sit and work on. The man didn't trust his newly grown son to be alone in public yet and the park was too far a distance from their home for Orion to walk to it. Thus his presence was required even if hovering over the boy was not, besides it was nice to be outside and be somewhat spending time with Orion even if his child seemed rather uninterested in including him in his play.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:27 am
A flash of bright orange caught Lissy's eye and dragged her mind away from her Mama's soothing voice and the story that she was reading. A soft tug to the brunette's green sleeve was all that it took to get Tish's attention away from the book and turned fy on her daughter.
"Yes, Lissy? What is it?" She asked, surprised because Lisette rarely interrupted her readings - unless it was for something important or intensely interesting. Lissy didn't say anything at first; just pointed to the orange thing in the distance and looked at her mother questioningly. Tish followed her gaze and smiled. "That? That's a kite, Lissy. A kind of toy that flies."
This time, Lissy did open her mouth and speak.
"Can I go see it, Mama?" She asked quietly, and when Tish closed the book and stood, she knew she had her answer. Together they made their way through the park, and when Lissy spotted the kite and the bow who held it - and more importantly, his wings, she picked up speed to an almost-run and waved, calling out a cheerful but shy "Hello!" to the older angel.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 2:55 pm
Orion paused in his pursuit of the slowly descending kite when someone cried out to him. Someone who looked surprisingly a bit like how he used to not so long ago. With his free hand Orion waved back to the steadily approaching girl and her mother. "Hello."
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:25 am
Lissy smiled and lifted a hand a little in return, before pointing at the kite with an awed smile. "Why's it orange?" She asked, tilting her head a bit as she watched the blob of color descend. "I'm Lisette, an' that's Mama," she said, not bothering to gesture at the brunette following her; Mama was Mama, that should be obvious to everyone!
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 6:13 pm
Orion shrugged " I dunno it was that colour when I bought it" well when his father bought it for him. " I think so I won't lose it easily." A bright orange kite should stand out just about anywhere and really he'd yet to see a single bird interested in messing with it at all either. The herald fluttered his paper thin wings and smiled." I'm Orion, my father is um " the boy turned his neck around but couldn't spot the man " somewhere. It's nice to meet you."
He couldn't very well blurt out and ask if the other was a herald, for lots of people had wings, but she looked so much like he had and something about this Lisette seemed.. right.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:19 am
Lisette watched the kite come in and nodded as Orion introduced himself, smiling softly. "Do kites come in lots of colors?" She asked, trying not to look too interested at the pretty paper wings the older boy sported - they looked just as pretty as hers only moreso somehow - and just as breakable. "Nice to meet you too," she added in the manner of an afterthought, and then tilted her head. "Do your wings ever rip?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 8:55 pm
"Kites come in lots of colours and shapes," Orion confirmed. " You can even make some of them fight like fighting planes only I don't know how," the boy admitted. His kite was just one of the regular beginner sort and while he could make it swoop and dive a little he was by no means a master of the kite.
Amusement flashed in the herald's golden-orange eyes and he shook his head. "They haven't ripped yet but they fold up sort of." He'd lost a small feather once though when he first grew or at least it had been feather shaped. To prove his previous statement Orion tucked his wings to his back and they folded up a little as he did so not quite int he same way as when his wings had had more feather like qualities.
He peered at the curious girl "What about your wings, are they special?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 10:51 am
"Really?" Lissy echoed, her mouth forming a small 'o' shape as she stared at the bright orange kite. "Maybe you could learn how, and show me someday?" She asked, smiling a little. When asked about her wings, however, she looked around at them and fluttered them a bit.
"Um... they're just there. And they're all hard to touch - and they remind me of the dishes at home but they're not..." She didn't really think of her wings as anything special; they were just a part of her, like her arms and legs. She hadn't ever put much thought into what they were made of, or what they could do - they were just there, and they moved, and they looked like they looked because they were her wings and that's how they were supposed to look.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 5:47 pm
Orion silently pitied the girl becuase as far as he knew you could not fly with dishes. As far as the young herald was concerned the whole point of having wings was so that you could fly with them some day. Still Lisette did have very pretty wings and that had to count for something, at the very least Orion did like them.
"I can teach you to fly this kite right now," he offered with a smile changing the subject back to kites.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 2:21 pm
Lissy smiled at the map-winged boy and nodded. "You would? I'd like to learn," she said, pushing her tiny, pudgy fingers through her short blonde locks. "It looks very fun," she added, talking more than usual simply because this boy was being so very nice to her.
"Thank you for teaching me."
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 9:20 pm
Orion nodded and wound the string around it's handle to reel the kite back in. The grass was soft here and there were no stray rocks or twigs to snag the kite on or ruin it in anyways. "You're welcome, trust me it's really neat once you get the hang of it and the hardest part is mostly getting it in the air." Sure handing took time to learn especially if you wanted to do tricks but getting a kite launched was crucial if you were going to fly it at all.
Once the toy was back in his hands Orion moved over to lissy and placed the kite carefully in one of hers and the spindle of string in the other. " You have the run fast with the nose pointing up and then throw it in the air so the wind catches it," The older Herald explained. It sounded simple but could be harder than one would think.
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