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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 2:02 pm
Everyone knew that strange things happened on Gaia. This was common knowledge. Extraordinary events happened so often that the limits of the word 'extraordinary' had to be redefined, and things that other people would find peculiar, like, for instance, a girl with blades coming out of angel wings sticking from her back, were taken for granted. However, some things were strange even by Gaia standards, and the really unusual stuff was all documented and archived in a poky little museum in Durem.
It wasn't flashy or ornate, and though it could probably become a tourist attraction with some cleaning up and advertising, right now it was just a dusty old museum run by a stodgy old man in a rarely visited part of town. Couples went there when they wanted privacy, and serious enthusiasts made up most of the handful of patrons the museum saw per day.
Guinevere was there now. She wasn't what you would call a paranormal enthusiast, but she researched Heralds, and she hadn't been here before. If they had something pertinent to her studies, she would find it. Paying her admission, she flapped her bladed wings and took a brochure. She would start from the front and work her way through.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:50 am
Had Guinevere arrived perhaps twenty minutes earlier, she might have seen one of the more unusual sights that had run through the museum's front doors. Just ahead of her guardian, a jumpy child with wings (A rather lovely pair, admittedly, that spat out sparks...) had run straight past the man at the front desk, waking him up instantly as he received what must have been the static shock of a lifetime.
Not for the first time, Saeles's guardian tipped the man extra for the problem her little Herald had caused, apologizing quickly before running in after her beloved adopted child.
The moment she had gone past the old man, the little Herald immediately settled down, calmed by the somberness of the room. The bright, psychedelic works of modern museums never kept the little one's attention for long- it was the muted warm paintings that kept her attention. This time, she had settled down on a bench and stared up at a still life; whether she looked at it in detail or was just enjoying the color scheme, Diedre hadn't figured out. She generally found it better not to ask.
The painting of a basket filled with apples kept Saeles's attention just long enough to hear the sound of blades being rubbed against one another. At that new noise, she jumped... and gave a little noise that sounded suspiciously like a hiccup.
Standing up on the bench instead of sitting on it, Saeles gaped openly and unabashedly at a Herald much older than she.
"Ma. Ma. She got wings, too!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 11:12 am
Guinevere was looking at a picture of the Von Helson family tree somewhat cursorily, but at an exclamation behind her, she turned around. Guinevere was finally used to people pointing out her wings. Plenty of people on Gaia had wings, but Herald wings were more recognizable than most, and thus they attracted attention.
However, when she turned to see who was talking about her, she was surprised to find that their wings stood out, too. Abandoning the tapestry, she rushed over, looking the little girl up and down (and garnering a few strange looks from passersby in the process). She turned to the woman that seemed to be there with the little girl and clapped her hands at her, exclaiming, "A Herald, right?"
Plowing on without waiting for an answer, she added, "MynameisGuinevereIstudyHeralds,what'shersacrifice,whendidyoufindher,I'dlovetokeepintouch,here,havemynumber," and thrust a phone number on a scrap of paper at the woman. Smiling, she waited expectantly for all her answers, not even aware that she might have gotten a little carried away in her excitement.
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