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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:25 pm
It was a new morning and Ainsley couldn't believe she was now in a whole new city. She was looking outside one of the windows in the old creek-y house watching the snow that seemed to be never-ending as she thought back about the day before. She had begun an adventure with just a plush bunny named Octavian Oswald and the clothes on her back. She was able to meet a sister she didn't even know she had, and she was really happy about that but... she didn't have any friends here. She had no one to play with other than Prince Octavian Oswald and her newly crowned prince, Constantine Cyprian. Oh how she wanted someone to play with.
Huh? What was that?
Ainsley could have sworn she seen something prance across the window but when she blinked, it was gone. Ainsley was curious! Grabbing Octavian Oswald, Ainsley jumped off of the couch by the window and rushed out of the living room to the hallway in front of the front door. She quickly dug out her shoes and slipped them on. She just barely remembered to tie them and quickly made bunny ears with the shoe laces before she grabbed her coat and her scarf and finally slipped a pair of mittens on.
She opened the door, flew out, and softly closed it behind her making sure not to get Octavian's ears caught in the door. She stepped off the porch carefully and into an increasing pile of snow from the freshly shoveled sidewalk.
"It sure is snowing," she said out loud as she looked up into the sky above her. Wait, what was that? It looked like a fairy danced over Ainsley's head. Ainsley was sure there were ice princesses falling from the sky, and she stepped around in the snow trying to catch them as if they would fall from the sky into her hand. All she caught was more snow though.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:36 pm
Bing Dee had no recollection of how, exactly, she'd gotten to this strange world. She didn't know why she was here either. Of course, with no knowledge, Big didn't have to worry about it. That meant that she was free to ride the currents of the cold afternoon air. She laughed, her voice chiming like crystal bells on the wind, allowing only the slightest hint that she had made any noise at all. Strictly speaking, Bing did not know how to speak. She only knew the musical trills that, for some reason, she has appeared with the knowledge of. She didn't mind. When Big could no longer hear the music of this world, she was able to make her own. She danced to the notes that lighted from her throat as she bounced gracefully on the wind.
There was on note that Bing did have trouble reaching. She could make it if she concentrated, and if she devoted all of her breath to it. When she hit that note, it rung in her ears forever. She hadn't hit that note in quite a while, she mused to herself as she trilled absently. Bing swished her skirts and flipped the hair from her face as the wind blew it around. Perhaps it was time to reach it again? Bing Dee hit a bit of an updraft and gave a startled trill, carried up and over a rooftop. There really should have been an early warning system for that, she pouted as she swirled down towards the earth. Alright, time to try the note again. Bing Dee spread her arms and took in a deep breath of fresh...
Good, lord in heaven, what was that? Bing Dee gave a delicate cough, her elegant twil turning into a violent spin out towards the ground. Poof! Bing Dee landed in a drift off to the side of a road. Thankfully the landing was soft, the sighed, head popping out of the snow with the most comical cap of fluff atop her skull. Indignantly, she shook it off. Now, what exactly was that strange creature standing a few yards away? Whatever it was, it wasn't very big. She carefully climbed out of the small hole she'd created and dusted herself off. Granted, that was hard because many of the snow flakes were about the six of her head.
Soon a stiff wind picked her up. She trilled in surprise and let herself take off, directing herself at the small creature. She spun around before her face, trying to gain a little bit of stability before she finally trilled curiously, reaching out for the creatures nose. She tilted her head to the side and trilled again, asking her name in her own musical language.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:43 pm
Ainsley was so busy looking up into the sky trying to catch something with her hands that she squealed out loud when she caught something with her face instead! Her dear bunny plush Octavian nearly flew out of her hands, but she just barely caught him with the tips of her two fingers before letting out a relieved sigh. She was looking at something cross-eyed. It... it was hanging off her nose! Not knowing what else to do, she held out her hand so that the small creature could let go of her nose and land safely.
"A-Ainsley!" She said before she added, "I'm nine and three quarters!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:08 pm
The first thing Neve could recall was delicately fluttering from the dark blanket of clouds that covered the city. Although confused, she continued to twirl and twirl before gracefully landing in the powdery snow. She had curiously looked up to the sky to see if anyone else followed or if some heavenly voice would magically explain everything to her, but none came. Neve was quite miffed at her seemingly meaningless life, but decided that the only to do was to do what she wanted—to dance.
So she did, constantly spinning in circles and walking with steps so light Neve appeared to be floating. Occasionally she would silently perform for a human or two that happened to pass by in the night or when the streets were empty. It made her laugh to see their disbelieving faces—an icy woman beautifully dancing in the snow? Their amusing reactions only urged her to continue dancing from dawn to dusk. Sometimes she would create a small flurry of snowflakes that languidly fell at her feet, just to entertain herself and anyone more open-minded to her existence.
Hmmm, but she had managed to partially pick up this odd language the humans spoke in. Perhaps she could have fun talking to these odd creatures. As Neve pondered this over, she idly twirled around until noticing another woman similarly dressed as herself (although quite petite in size) chatting with a small child. She stopped a few feet away from them.
“Pleasure to meet you,” she curtly greeted the girl with a polite bow, her voice airy and tinkling.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:19 pm
Bing Dee stopped talking. She... understood her? But how? She regarded the creature... Ainsley, apparently, with a certain bit of caution. She knew better, somehow, than to trust without regard. What if this thing would harm her, or keep her prisoner in some clear receptacle? She let go of her nose and clasped her hands before her chest and trilled again. How is it you understand me? She took a few steps back on the air, ready to flee if she needed to. No one... have ever understood me before... are you... from where I am from, maybe? Her voice spun musically into the air as she spoke, lips forming only the shapes of her sounds. She stopped talking suddenly and pressed her icy lips together. What if the creature was only speaking, and didn't even understand her? Was she only being a fool? Perhaps... what if she was?
She then whipped around and watched at the far taller, yet still very similar being stepped toward her. She spoke the same language as the creature. She let the wind carry her over to the ice dancer and spun again to try and regain her balance. She grabbed small fist fulls of the frilly dress to keep herself still. Who are you? And for the matter, who am I? At last, another dancer to tell her what was going on!
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:30 pm
Ainsley nearly gasped. There was another one! It was not disbelief. It was not fear. It was curiosity. It seemed to be quite a bit bigger than the one who had just landed in her hand. There were now not one but two ice princesses that fell from the sky to see her! She didn't even seem to mind that one had used her face as a net to stop in the wind. She looked carefully at the new ice princess in front of her, watching as she danced in one spot she smiled rather wildly.
She tried to mimic the dancer in its greeting as she said, "Pleasure to greet you," she said instead. Soon after, the smaller one left her hands and back into the air. She looked at it, and then back to the other. Ainsley wasn't sure what the little dancer meant. Why wouldn't she be able to understand her? She was talking wasn't she? She could only manage a, "Why wouldn't I?" though. She spoke to Octavian Oswald all the time... but a lot of people couldn't hear him!
"I'm Ainsley," she repeated, perhaps more specifically to the other dancer who had arrived. She held up her white plush bunny Octavian Oswald and smiled at the two. "And this is Prince Octavian Oswald, he told me to tell you he said greetings too!" Greetings. Greetings. She kept mixing it up.
"Are you ice princesses?" She asked, blushing a little she said, "You're so pretty!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:55 pm
xxxxxGwenliana dashed fervidly across the streets of Destiny City, not particularly looking for anything, simply enjoying the rush of ice underneath her feet. She leapt over traffic cones, fallen bicycle, anything in her way with precise, beautiful grace. She tiptoed daintly across leaves, frozen and crinkled with ice. As she bounded across the town, small snowflakes twinkled from her skin, and flurries of snow were released from her slim, delicate hands.
xxxxxSuddenly, there was movement. A small girl was outside, simply talking to the air. At first Gwenliana payed no attention to her, until her keen eyes picked up a few snow dancers that had gathered around the girl, and were now questioning her. Excited at the thought of interaction, Gwenliana pranced over to the now-growing crowd that huddled around the innocent child. The girl was now introducing a small stuffed animal, and called herself Ainsley. "Ainsley? What a pretty name dear child," Gwenliana said with a gentle, polite small. Following the others, she also curtsied daintly and said, "My name is Gwenliana. The pleasure is all mine."
xxxxxHowever, the girl's next comment confused her. A princess? What was that? Obviously the stuffed animal was a prince, so did that make stuffed animals princes and princesses? Puzzled, but not wishing to inquire stupidly, Gwenliana simply replied, "Though I cannot speak for these dear ladies, I myself am not a princess. Are you perhaps a princess?" She was very upset with her lack of knowledge of this place, and wished to know what the girl named Ainsley was talking about.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 10:10 pm
Ainsley was admiring the two dancers in front of her, and the white snow that was falling a little softer as she adjusted her own scarf, realizing she had not brought one for Octavian Oswald. She felt bad that in the rush she had forgotten, but he was a prince and he would stand tall even in the cold in front of these pretty ice princesses! With her scarf around her neck to keep her warm, she was excited to see another snow dancer curiously come over to see what was going on.
Ainsley curtsied back to Gwenliana with a small smile, trying to be as princess-like as she could. After all, she was a princess! She just need a prince to protect her. Although her curtsy was not as graceful as the snow dancers, the small child had tried her best to reply in a polite manner like any princess would. She was a little disappointed to hear that this dancer was not an ice princess
"You're pretty just like a princess, and just as nice," she said thoughtfully. She thought it to be true. But the dancer had asked her if she was a princess and Ainsley smiled as she replied with a nod. "I'm a princess! I'm waiting for my prince to come find me."
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 10:19 pm
Neve furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to the smaller dancer chime to her in musical twinkles. She understood her clearly, but was curious as to why the tinier snow woman had not picked up the language as well. Or perhaps she refused to learn? No matter, it was better to answer. “I do not know what I am, simply that I love to dance and entertain,” she coolly answered, waving her hand to produce fluttering specks of snow that joined the pile of flakes that covered the streets. “Perhaps you are the same?” she inquired with a questioning tilt of her head.
She couldn’t stop herself from twisting her lips into a thin grin at Ainsley’s assumption. “If I am, I’ve forgotten,” Neve truthfully replied. She would have continued by introducing herself, but the arrival of another snowy dancer startled her. It was like the young child attracted other dancers! Not that Neve complained. Nonetheless, she picked up where she left off. “Honored to meet your acquaintance, Prince Octavian Oswald, I am Neve.” She had no idea why the stuffed toy was a prince, but did not bother to ask. "I hope you find a prince that will sweep you off your feet," wished Neve with a soft smile, icy eyes sparkling with interest.
“Have my fellow dancers also fallen from the sky?” she eventually wondered, turning to them both.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 12:12 am
xxxxxGwenliana enjoyed this small encounter very much. Hearing the other dancer speak was like music to her ears; a familiar sound which she had missed all her life (though what life, she did not know). As she listened to both dancers talking, her heart felt lifted, as though her search through the city had finally found a purpose. As the second dancer introduced herself to the prince, Gwenliana instantly blushed a bright blue. "Oh my word. How rude I've been!" she gasped. Gwenliana quickly began a disheveled, crude curtsy for the rabbit and said, "It is very nice to meet your acquaintance Prince Octavian Oswald!" Though Gwenliana did not understand what a prince was, it seemed the girl held him in great esteem, and as such he deserved quite a bit of respect.
xxxxxGwenliana nodded at the other dancer, feeling no introduction was needed, and to acknowledge that they were on equal status, though not necessarily equal understanding, with each other. The little girl's face fell a bit when Gwenliana mentioned that she was not a princess, leaving her with a bit of regret for her word choice in her answer. Perhaps she should have claimed she did not know at the time. No matter, it was in the past. "Well thank you, little Ainsley," Gwenliana twinkled, causing small snowflakes to flare off of her fingertips with delight. "Are all princesses pretty in this place?" she asked with extreme curiosity.
xxxxxHowever, with each explanation, the girl confused Gwenliana further. If the girl is a princess, and the stuffed animal is a prince, what exactly constitutes a princess and prince? she thought fervently. Gwenliana smiled at the childlike naivety both dancer and girl seemed to hold, so she simply responded, "Well my dear, if you are waiting for a prince, why not take the one in your arms?. She gestured to the stuffed animal, sending a small flurry dancing off her hands. It seemed most movements she made sent snowflakes everywhere.
xxxxxGwenliana was taken aback by the dancer's question. Another had fallen from the sky? She had simply thought it strange, as the girl, Lumiere, had told her it was not normal to fly in this place. "Y-you fell as well? Was it not the most beautiful thing you ever beheld? ..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered twirling among the snowflakes, only wishing to be with them once more.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:45 am
Ainsley giggled as she helped Octavian Oswald give a little bow to the pretty dancer as she gave him greetings. He was a proper gentleman after all. He was looking fine with his pretty bow and clear coat. After all, there were pretty ice dancers near by! She adjusted Octavian Oswald in her hands and put him by her ear. She blushed a little and giggled out loud from what she had heard her little prince say.
"He says you're very pretty and is pleased to greet you Neve." She said happily before pausing. "Oh, I'm sorry! He said meet you!"
He was also very pleased to meet the other dancer Gwenliana, causing Ainsley's face to keep getting a brighter shade of red as he continued to tell her what he thought of the pretty ice dancers. What a prince! "He says you've not been rude at all and is pleased to," she held her breath for a moment while she searched for the right word. She had already made the mistake before, she had to be a proper delivery girl and get the messages right! "Meet you!"
Taking a moment to genuinely think about the ice dancer's question, she stood there under the perpetual snow that the dancers created just thinking for a moment about princesses and their status. They were all pretty, but some more than others. Some had such shining personalities which made them very pretty princesses. All stories had said so! She could not give the ice dancer an accurate. "I'm not sure. I haven't met any other princesses," she said with a little disappointment.
Her and Octavian Oswald? Ainsley blushed and giggled at the same time as she shook her head to the ice dancer. She held her plush bunny outward so he could better see the dancers and the snow as it fell from not only the sky but them as well.
"H-h-he says I'm too old!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 12:53 pm
Bing Dee giggled at the goings on. Oh dear, this certainly was a charming creature. The sounds of bells drifted through the hair as she laughed and snuggled up to this... Oswald. Oh my, how handsome, she chimed, spinning around in his plush arms. Well, Ainsley, my name is Bing Dee, she giggled, parting from the arms of the prince and rising to eye level with the creature. She danced on the air, snow flakes falling from her skirts as she did so. So... three and a half is old for this world? How old is Prince Oswald? Bing picked up the large, stuffed arm with little difficultly and pulled gently on the fur. Are all princes so soft here, she giggled, preforming a small ballet in front of Oswald. Indeed, this child was a great deal more amiable than the fume-exuding girl she'd met earlier. This one did not stink, and impede her singing.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 1:30 pm
She was unsure if she could call it the most beautiful thing—to confusedly rain from the sky into a world she had no clue about—but it was certainly Neve’s most clear memory. “Unusual, that’s for sure,” she eventually answered.
Another polite curtsy to Prince Octavian Oswald. “I’m flattered. You look quite charming yourself.” Neve smiled, wondering why she was talking to a (supposedly??) inanimate object, but seemed content with the peculiar turn of events anyways. “Old? Why, you look incredibly young and beautiful to me. When it comes to love, age doesn’t matter anyways, correct?”
The tiny snow dancer playfully held onto the bunny and brought a bigger smile to Neve’s lips. “Perhaps you would like to dance?” she inquired, performing a small pirouette to demonstrate before she held out a hang to Ainsley. “I can show you how to if you don’t know how.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 2:06 pm
xxxxxThe child's face was now bright red, and Gwenliana's curiosity had overcome her. She wanted desperately to touch the child's cheeks, in order to possibly figure out what caused the child's cheeks to be so bright. It was all so very curious, Gwenliana couldn't help but question everything in this place. Giggling at the small child an her rabbit, Gwenliana replied, "Well I am very glad I haven't been rude. That would be dreadful."
xxxxxHowever, Gwenliana couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl, as her face fell at the mention of other princesses. She felt instinctly upset by the girl's newfound mien, and was determined to improve the situation. "Well, even if you haven't met princesses, surely they haven't come to visit you because you're just too beautiful for them? They all must be jealous of your placid appearance," she politely commented. Glancing at the other snow dancers, Gwenliana realized she was talking quite a bit, and stood quietly for a moment watching the other two. The smaller one was looking at the prince, rather rudely in Gwenliana's refined opinion (of course, she was far too uptight for her own good), and the second one was now asking about the dear girls age, and the debate of love. It all seemed much too much for Gwenliana's heart. Pausing, Gwenliana realized she didn't even know if she had a heart. Certainly, she felt like she should. She put her hands to her chest, and listened for a moment, but could feel nothing. How ... saddening, Gwenliana thought (though why it was sad, she could not tell you).
xxxxxAt the mention of a dance, Gwenliana's heart leapt through the sky, and, although she did not know why, she instantly felt the need to prance with the other two dancers. Looking at the girl, she cautiously said, "Well, it is your preference of course, but if you should like to dance, I think it would be most wonderful!" Gwenliana's legs were already tiptoeing in place with excitement at the thought of a ballet with someone other than herself. Little sparkles of snowflakes tiptoed off her dress, as if in sync with her very thoughts. The excitement was almost too much to handle for her, but she would politely wait for the girl's approval.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:19 pm
Ainsley found herself giggling a lot. She liked these little ice dancers. They were so pretty and so nice! Octavian Oswald liked them too, and they seemed to like him as well. He was very happy about this, especially when one seemed to snuggle up to him. She patted the white bunny plush on the head and looked at the small ice dancer. "It's nice to meet you," she said. "Three and a half is not old."
She was thinking now. Just how old was Octavian Oswald? She'd asked him before, but he never answered her! Unable to answer Bing Dee, Ainsley had to say she didn't know and move onto the next question. She couldn't imagine a scruffy and rough prince, so she assumed all princes were well groomed and soft! So she nodded.
Ainsley blushed a little when she heard the other two snow dancers say she was young and beautiful. She'd never been called such a thing before! She certainly wouldn't have considered that was why she had never meant any other princesses before. Although she couldn't help but agree with Neve, love didn't care about age. Not at all.
She couldn't help but get a little excited when they asked her to dance. Oh, they looked so beautiful dancing! Ainsley really wanted to dance with them, but she felt herself digging her heels into the snow. She didn't know how to dance, and they were all so good at it. A small hope was alive though when one offered to teach her how to dance. "I don't know how but I want to! You'll teach me? Really?" She asked rather excitedly.
She had heard a whisper from Octavian and she tilted her head towards him so that she could hear him more clearly. She made a small gasp as she heard the truth, hearing whispering from Octavian. He didn't know how to dance? Ainsley was surprised! She looked at the snow dancers and with a smile she said, "Will you teach both of us?"
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