|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 2:27 am
Mirashi'kaa peered down at the flower which was so prettily resting on her paw. The scent was what caught her attention though, thick and musky, like a flower much larger than the one she could see before her. She closed her eyes, breathing deep. What she smelt, was so much different than the image the eyes had told her. She smiled, and nuzzled her nose down into the flower's center. This was why she adored perfumes. What you smelt could change your perception of something drastically, even if your eyes tell you something different.
She began to pluck the flowers from the ground, careful to snap the stems rather than pull up the roots. The flowers would re-grow if she snapped them, but not if she pulled them out. She began to hum lightly to herself as she placed them into a pile by her paw. She didn't know yet what she would mix the heavy tiny flower with. Something light, she thought, nodding a little. Something airy, or perhaps something a little ...fruity. Something to lighten to scent, to change how the musk effects the senses.
Her eyes brightened at the idea that crossed her mind. Perhaps she would even cut the scent with another of her pre-made scents. She had a few of those, but they often were lost as she walked, since there was only so much she could carry around with her. She knew all her recipes though and could spot the flowers easily. Scent of Sunset, she thought, remembering a pleasant, light and airy scent she had made months ago. That would be perfect for the musky flower! She began to hum again, this time as she peered around the savanna, looking for her ingredients.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 1:58 am
It was weird--one minute, he had been walking along, minding his own business, and the next, a strange smell had assaulted his nose. He paused to look about him. Well, that was weird. As far as he could tell, he was all alone. There wasn't another soul in sight, much less one who might be crushing flowers to release the wonderfully pleasant, sweet smells that he could have sworn he had smelled a moment ago.
A frown furrowed Dia's brow as he took one more sniff for good measure, shrugged, and continued on his way. Before the smell had interrupted him, he had been deep in thought about his current living situation. It almost seemed like it was time to move on, and much as he hated to admit it, he knew that was what they were all doing, had been doing ever since they had reached adulthood. Maybe even in adolescence. And truth be told, he wasn't feeling that same, unbreakable connection to his family as he had back when he had been younger, more in awe at the world around him. Back when nothing ever ceased to amaze him and he could still spend hours staring googly-eyed up at the flawless expanse of blue sky overhead.
But things had changed since then, and perhaps it was simply a fact of life. That inevitable yearning for new adventures and a new life, far removed from anything he had ever known. There was something lying in wait for him out there, he knew, simply waiting for him to show up.
His thoughts were again interrupted, this time by the sound of light humming. Oh? The young lion's ears flickered forward unconsciously, seeking out the sound's origins. His gaze landed upon the white lioness, and as a light draft of wind blew into his face, he caught her scent, and another, sweeter one along with it.
So that was what it had been, a flower. For a second, Dia regarded the lioness from afar, wondering at the implications of the smell. The one that he had smelled long before he had come within range of it. Hm. He couldn't help but notice that she was quite the beauty, and the thought tugged at him, a certain inexplicable longing, though for what he couldn't quite tell.
"That's a nice song," he said finally, breaking the half-silence that existed between them, though he would wait to close the distance.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:53 am
Mirashi'kaa was careful to place the collected flowers on an almost flat rock, so that the juices and the specks of flowers would not fall away without her permission. She had found another of her flowers, a larger flower this time but it had such a tiny scent compared to the smaller flower placed next to it. Softly, mostly with the pad of her paw rather than her claws, began to crush the pretty flowers. Her humming had continued, almost unconsciously – she barely recognized the sound or that she was the one making it.
Her senses were overcome with the scents before her, and so she didn't smell the approaching male, or hear his pawsteps. She was barely paying attention to her environment, which she knew was a bad thing but she couldn't stop. She got so into the scents, that she barely remembered her own name some times.
She jerked her head up at the sound of another's voice, her eyes wide and confused, as if she were waking from a dream. She blinked once or twice, to try to think what song he was referring to, before realising she must have been humming a tune without noticing.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice quiet even though he was a distance away from her, and might have struggled to hear her words. She gave him a brief smile, before returning her gaze to the flowers before her. Now, she wasn't snubbing him or trying to be rude, it was just he had caught her in a busy moment, and really, what else was she to say to that kind of thing? He might have just been making polite conversation, before wanting to leave, and she wasn't going to force him to stay if that was all he had wanted from her.
She carefully pressed a claw into the center of one of her flowers, cutting it easily and crushing those pieces into a pulp. Ugly to look at, yes, but pretty to smell. Her smile grew a little, as she worked with the floral scents, releasing them more strongly into the air.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:32 pm
He inclined his head slightly in welcome, more intrigued by what she was doing. His distance made it difficult for him to see what, exactly, but he could see enough to tell that it was something to do with the flowers. That was... interesting, for lack of a better word. He had never seen anyone do anything, really, with flowers. For all he knew, they were little more than festive decorations sprouting here and there up from the ground.
They colored the landscape; that was about all he had ever had to say for them. And yet, here she was, doing... something to them and making them smell all the sweeter for it.
He made his way closer, forgetting the fact that he may have been intruding for a moment, to study her motions with his dark eyes. He watched as she cut into the flower with a claw, watched as the bits of flower mushed into pulp.
"What's that for?" He asked finally, tilting his head curiously. He had few ideas, but supposed that anything that smelled that pretty would be a nice surprise for his sister, if ever he figured out what it was.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 9:12 pm
Mirashi hadn't noticed the male moving closer, and startled slightly, her claw slipping as she pushed it into yet another flower center. Her head jerked up as he spoke and her green eyes flicked towards him. For a moment, she had forgotten he was there.
“To harvest it's scent,” she said, as if it were simply a matter of fact and it should be rather obvious what she was doing. The flower she was crushing was ruined when she startled, so she gently flicked it aside, before returning to what she was doing. However, she couldn't quite brush aside his presence as easily as she had before. Peering up, almost distractedly.
“Did you need something?” she asked rather calmly. Why was he just watching her? It was rather odd. She wasn't doing anything that interesting, that she was aware of at least. She continued to crush the flower carefully, even though she was keeping a close watch on him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 12:47 am
MoonRazor Whoops. His gaze went down to the crushed flower. It didn’t seem much different than the others to him, but she flicked it away, and he assumed that it had been ruined. Had he done that? Probably. “What do you use the scent for?” He asked, curious. Well. He supposed there weren’t altogether that many uses for a smell, but there had to be a reason for her to be so carefully trying to harvest it.
Dia shook his head and shrugged. “Not really. I’ve just never seen anyone do that to flowers before.” For the first time, he realized he might have been violating her personal space, and drew back. Velveteen Angel
Mirashi paused in her movements, her gaze becoming confused at his question. What did she use the scents for? Surely he had heard of perfumery before? It was such a civilized, and beautiful art, how could anyone have missed out on that before? “I use the scents to create perfumes,” she said, her voice gaining spirit as she spoke about her passion. “Delicately crafted scents which linger and change moods. There are ones to induce love, passion, or just to encourage self confidence and encourage independence in weak-minded folk.” She glanced back at her flowers, realising she had ruined yet another flower in her distracted state. She frowned and flicked it aside, plucking another to take it's place.
“Then you have missed out on much, sir. Perfume can be intoxicating and beautiful, as is the process to make it.” Perhaps not to most, but it was an exciting and rather beautiful process to Mirashi'kaa, as she had been doing it all her life.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 6:54 am
He was missing out? The competitor in Dia didn't quite like the sound of that, but he remembered to keep his tongue and temper in check. He wasn't around family anymore, and strangers were much less likely to forgive his stubborn obsession with winning. Of course, it wasn't quite as though he was losing. This wasn't a competition, but realizing it and acting upon where two very different processes, the latter of which he had had little practice controlling.
"I imagine it would be," he said, watching her movements. "I don't suppose there are many that would know how to appreciate your work without you explaining it, though." Dia added, savoring the rich scents rising from the crushed flowers. He was definitely not one of those that would have understood the concept of perfume if she hadn't taken the time to clarify what exactly she was doing. Flowers had always just been flowers to him, after all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 3:36 pm
Mirashi pushed aside the perfectly mangled flower, and took up one of the smaller ones – the ones with such a vivid scent despite their tiny size – to crush so as to merge with the larger, less fragrant flower. She nodded at his words, keeping focused on his task. “It almost seems like perfumery is a lost art,” she mused, almost to herself though she kept her voice loud enough for him to hear it.
“Which is a pity,” she added, finishing the small flower and breathing in the strong scent, crinkling her nose as it was obviously too strong to be mixed with just one of the other flowers. She grabbed up another, and crushed it the same as the first and used the pads of her paws to press the three flowers together, rubbing them and mixing them into a ball of scent. This was not how she made her perfumes, but rather how she tested the mixtures.
She placed it on the rock and stared at it, waiting for the stronger scent to pass and the gentle fragrance of the mixed flowers to rise. Hm, she thought, eying it. It still was not right...
She had all but forgotten the male behind her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 8:53 pm
"I'll bet," Dia murmured, rather engrossed by the methodical way in which she crushed the flowers and mixed the scents. One moment, it smelled like one flower, and the next, she had added another and it was like she had opened up a whole new world of scents, and he was slowly beginning to appreciate the fragrant aromas wafting up from the brightly colored plants. It was all new and exciting, indeed.
Still, for all his new-found appreciation, he was starting to feel a little overpowered by all the smells, and though he would probably pass out before admitting it, he was starting to feel somewhat woozy. The tan lion blinked twice and shook his head and cleared his throat for good measure. Briefly, the slight dizziness subsided and he managed to collect himself enough to add, "Well, are you..." Blink, blink. "Are you and your flowers headed anywhere in particular, then?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:02 pm
If only she had some of her other flowers, she thought, regretful. Something to cut the strong scent further but she had not kept any of hers with her, and would have to hunt for them. She huffed. It would waste time on most-likely sub-par perfume, and that wouldn't do. She pushed herself upright, and pushed the crumpled flowers away, discarding them. She would try again another time - perhaps she would even find a better mixture.
She startled when the male spoke, turning to face him. Oh, he was still there. She frowned a little, but answered his question with something close to enthusiasm. "Indeed we are. The Tuait'tekem. One of the few places, I'm told, that appreciates true perfumery any more." She shifted on her feet, and glanced towards the sky. "It will take me some time to walk there, but I know the general direction, I believe. If I was waylaid by false information, I will simply find another place to settle." She was not going to waste perfume on a pride who did not appreciate it.
She probably should have asked about him, but she didn't think of that. She began to gaze around, unconsciously looking for more scents to collect.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:13 pm
He was starting to feel a little like he couldn't quite distinguish smells anymore... maybe his nose had gone into overdrive. But the competitor - nay, the winner - in him refused to acknowledge that mere flowers were giving him so much trouble. Damn those little colored specks of... whatever they were.
"Oh," he managed in reply, having heard little more than "indeed" and "appreciate" and "some time to walk there" between intermittent bouts of dizziness. Well, in any case, he had gotten the gist: she was headed somewhere far away, and something about the flowers. "But you're going there alone? I mean, that's dangerous, isn't it?"
It seemed to Dia that if he had been attracted by her perfume-making, then others could be too - others with less honorable intentions than he, though what intentions he had had to begin with, even Dia wasn't so sure.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 9:23 pm
Dragging her gaze away from a pretty flower in the distance - she knew it to be scent-less, but it's colours were quite attractive none the less - she refocused on the male who was still there. Didn't he have other things to do, she wondered to herself, before answering his question.
"Of course I am going on my own. I have no travel companion and it hardly seems worth it to drag someone to a pride they have no interest in staying in simply for 'protection', and it is hardly dangerous," she said, unconcerned. "I will be fine on my own. If I need to, I can disguise my scent so that no one will come near me." If she doused herself in flowers, no one could smell the scent of a lioness, and they would therefore have no need to come close to her. It was dangerous to be a female on your own in the rogue lands, however she'd never smell like a female. She'd just smell like a giant walking flower field or something similar.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 1:15 am
"Oh... but in a time like this," he insisted with a small frown, though he knew neither what times these were nor why he was saying it. It must have been the flowers, he decided. They had done a rather magnificent job of breaking down his rationality - though perhaps his family might have argued that he really had none to begin with. It was all about the challenge for Dia, and anything that presented the slightest bit of resistance had to be won over, no matter what it entailed.
"I mean... There are some pretty nasty characters out there, and, let's face it, you're rather pretty, aren't you? Maybe they don't even need to smell you, maybe they'll just see you from afar and decide... hey, that pretty lioness looks pretty alone and defenseless..." And all the while, he frowned, though it was half to convey his worry and half because he had no idea why he was still rambling. STOP saying "pretty" already!
"And, uhm." He cleared his throat again. "You just hear so pretty ugly stories, just... you know, floating around, if you know what I mean..." She probably didn't. And he had gone and used "pretty" again. Wonderful.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 4:59 pm
Mirashi looked bemused at the male, unsure of what on earth he was on about. He seemed quite confused himself. She peered down at her flowers. Perhaps they had confusing properties? Hm, they would do no good in perfumes then! If the scent bewildered people then perfumes would be useless - except perhaps for fake love potions, she thought with amusement, before refocusing on the male again. She drifted off into her own thoughts often, it seemed.
She blinked at his words. Was...that a compliment? No. No one ever complimented her, they only ever complimented her perfumes. "I will be fine," she repeated. "I do not think I will be in that much danger on my own, unless you know something I do not about the path I'm taking to the pride?" She asked, faintly concerned.
She was sure she could take care of herself under normal circumstances, but what if they were different? What if he knew of roaming dangerous folk who travelled the same path she did? That would change things, she thought, with slight worry. Perhaps she would need to invest in some stinging spray - it was similar to perfume except it burnt when thrown into people's eyes or nose.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
