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PostPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 4:06 pm
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Seasonably Appropriate
September 10, 2016

Nell gets a call from the Lab on a dark and stormy night...

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The car ride home was quiet, and for Nell, almost as anxiety-ridden as the waiting. Dair's nose was almost pressed up against the window, his eyes wide as he tried to look at everything they drove by all at once. She had to force herself to keep from asking if he was okay after she got the first quiet 'yes' in response, but he was just so...different from people she usually dealt with. Her family was loud more than anything else, and quietness was usually a sign of something being wrong. But she'd just have to adjust.They both would.

The ride home was short, a benefit of being so close to the Lab, and the and the sound of rain drumming on the roof of the car was the only sound for a long moment.

"Well, Nell said with a sigh, turning to look at Dair with a happy (but rather tired) smile. "Ready to see your new home?"
 
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Settling In
September 10, 2016

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Nell found herself chewing on her thumbnail anxiously. Once she had shuffled Dair inside without getting him rained on too badly, she gave him a cursory tour of the apartment (which now seemed terribly small, though he didn't seem displeased with it) and then let him wander at will. She would definitely have to get used to not relying on hearing footsteps to know that he was around, since they got home he had startled her a few times, which startled him in return.

The night crept along slowly, and though it was well past the time she usually went to bed Nell didn't feel tired in the slightest. She had curled up in the corner of a couch, watching Dair slowly float around the apartment and examine all of the little bits and bobs that decorated the walls. He had given his room a once-over, nodding when Nell mentioned that they could go out soon so he could get things to decorate it himself, but soon floated back down to continue looking around. A question or two floated across the room, and he listened gravely to her answers, nodding his thanks when he continued on to the next piece.

But after an hour or so of that he floated to a halt in the middle of the room, looking up at his loft for a long moment before turning to look at Nell hesitantly.

"Not tired?" she asked, patting the couch next to her with a smile. With a tiny huff and a shake of his head he floated over the back of the couch settling down next to Nell, though his posture remained rather stiff and formal. The branches growing out of his back seemed to keep him from relaxing too much, which she noted with a faint frown, but he didn't seem to be too upset by it. She followed his gaze (or what he was looking in the general direction of, at least), and found herself staring out of the huge windows that faced the ocean, the storm still raging and lightning still branching out across the sky.

"You like storms, huh?" She took the small smile that curled at the corners of his mouth a 'yes', and turned to look out the window as well, resting her chin on her knees. "I started renting this place because of the view, you know. The rent is crazy but," there was a wistful sigh before she continued, "I think it's worth it at least."

The wind howled, nearly muffling the sound of the surf in the distance. Thunder rumbled faintly and rain pelted against the windows, an eerie hissing noise that ran underneath the other ambient sounds like an undercurrent.

"I think so, too."
 

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 4:24 pm
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Road Trip!
September 12, 2016

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Nell had thankfully managed to get the next couple of days off of work,s o her days were free to help Dair get situated into his new home. Stores were blessedly empty in the middle of the day, allowing them to shop without much in the way of interruption, and soon Dair had the beginnings of a new wardrobe (though it was all things Nell definitely wouldn't have picked out) and a few things to add to his room to make it more comfortable for him. She was slowly coming to realize that his quietness was not due to shyness or nerves but was simply how he was. His answers gradually lengthened, and though he was never quite chatty, she was at least getting more than single word answers.

But even then he still seemed....not unhappy or upset, but simply as if he was looking for something. She would often catch him looking out of the window, and even though she couldn't see exactly where he was looking, she got the sense that he wasn't quite looking at what was outside. It took a good day or two of mulling it over, but she thought (she hoped!) that she had come up with a pretty good idea.

"Hey, how do you feel about a trip today?" Dair looked a bit startled at the question, but hesitantly nodded. With a broad grin she shooed him off to his room to get ready and went to go grab her shoes.

She let Dair have control of the music for the drive, letting out an overly dramatic sigh when he kept skipping past song she liked. Unfortunately this was most of them, and it soon became a game of Nell trying to sing the song as quickly as possible before he had a chance to change it, instrumental parts and all. ("See! It's good!!!") And while she couldn't quite pull a laugh out of him, she could see from the corner of her eye a sheepish grin tug at the corners of his mouth, partly hidden by his hair.

"Well! If that's how it's gonna be then I guess we'll have to stop!" Dair's head shot up, looking at her first with surprise, and then with suspicion. There was something that sounded off with her words, like a bit of a song that was a note off from the rest, but his suspicion faded when she laughed. "Also because we're here! Come on out, I think you'll like this place!"

Dair frowned at that, but quietly handed Nell's phone back to her before opening the car door and floating out. He didn't quite get to closing the door, though, because he finally looked up to see where Nell had taken him. Trees stretched up towards the sky, a thick, dark canopy sheltering a few different hiking trails that wound through the trunks. Though it was the tail-end of summer, there was still a faint buzzing of cicadas in the background along with the usual bird calls.

"I thought this might be a bit more suited to you than a beach, huh?" Judging by the rather awed expression on his face, she thought she might've gotten it right. "It's a good thing you wore your walking shoes, let's go!"
 
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What's Burning?
September ??sh, 2016

A run in the park ends up with a new friend.

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 4:27 pm
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Surprise!!
September ??sh, 2016

A house visit from the tiniest Leshy

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Ring, ring, ring, ring...
September 15, 2016

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The apartment was silent. The sound of the waves crashing along the beach could faintly be heard over the quiet humming of the fridge and air conditioning, and the sun was shining directly into his room, making everything warm and drowsy. Dair had sprawled out on his bed, his arms and head dangling off of the mattress in order to reach the nearest patch of sunlight.

Such peaceful spells always seem doomed to be short lived, however. He was jerked to wakefulness when a hand reached up and set something down at the edge of the loft. Biting off a strangled noise of surprise, Dair scrambled to right himself, eyes wide as he looked around hurriedly. (Nell, who was standing at the base of the stairs to the loft, felt a familiar twinge of fear as the apartment seemed to dim slightly, everything looking a bit...off for a moment before everything returned to normal.) The hand waved to him apologetically before it nudged the box a bit closer to him.

"Sorry! Thought you were awake! I finally got your phone up and running, I put a few phone numbers in there, too, so you can start talking to people without having to go through me!" Dair blearily reached out and slid the box across the floor to his bed. It was similar to Nell's, though it lacked the vibrant case that hers had. A smaller package was slid across to him as well, this one containing headphones. "I also downloaded a music app on there so you can find out what you like, since you don't seem to," an overly dramatic sigh floated up the stairs, "Like what I play. Next time we go out we can pick up a case you like, kay?" With another wave Nell's hand disappeared and he could hear her walk back towards her room, the door closing with a quiet click.

It took a few moments for Dair to shake the last few cobwebs of sleep from his mind, but he eventually pulled the box up onto the bed so he could dig through it a bit more. There was a power cord and a user's manual, which was carefully thumbed through before being set on the bookshelf, as well as a stylus which he was glad to see. He had figured out, after having used Nell's phone, that his bark-like skin didn't seem to react terribly well with the touch screen, and anything more complex than tapping was a lost cause. A quick browse through the contacts showed a few names, but important ones nonetheless. There was Nell (of course), the Lab, Zeke, Ethiriel, Claire and Lorin, as well as a few that he didn't recognize that he'd have to ask about. And oh, the number of other things that were already on there, the different apps, the camera, the internet...

A few hours later Nell climbed a few steps so she could peek into the loft, though she hopped back down a moment later with a quiet laugh. For all of his various differences he seemed to be no different from any teenager with a phone, completely oblivious to the world as he intently scrolled through something.  

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 10, 2016 7:23 pm
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What's this? What's this?
September ??sh, 2016

Another new acquaintance is met at the park.

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 7:15 pm
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Dissonant
September 29th, 2016

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Even if he wasn't the sort to wake up early, he probably would have started anyway. The one downside to living in a place that was essentially one giant room was that there were no walls to muffle any noises, and even though Nell tried to be as quiet as possible in the morning, it was almost impossible to not wake up when she did. But at least it meant that he was able to watch the sunrise when he pulled back the curtain that gave him some privacy in his room and enjoy the day while it was still quiet and relaxing. While he was able to ear most of the things from the apartment up in his room, he had already figured out how to tune most of it out, though there were a few things he purposefully didn't try too hard to tune out.

Mainly phonecalls.

Nell had been more than willing to talk about her family, and would often go on long, tangential stories about them with minimal prodding from Dair, though he hadn't as of yet had a chance to actually speak with them. Aside from hearing about them through Nell, the only real information he had about them were these calls. Granted, with most of them he was only able to hear Nell's side of the conversation, but often the person on the other end would be talking loud enough for him to overhear some snippets of what they were saying. Generally, from what he could tell, these calls were mostly to keep her updated on the complex web of interactions that existed in her family. These calls were something of a soothing backdrop for him, giving him something to listen to without necessarily having any personal connection to anything going on that still filled him in on a few of the blanks that he had relating to Nell's closer family members.

But on one lazy afternoon, something caught his attention. It wasn't quite what Nell said, moments after he couldn't even remember her words, but it was how it was said that pulled his attention from what he had been doing. He floated over towards the edge of the loft, the top of his head peeking over the edge of it to watch Nell, who was currently chopping up things for her dinner in the kitchen. The phone was sandwiched between her ear and shoulder, a muffled 'womp womp womp' dimly heard from the other end of the line. She had paused in the middle of her task, her shoulders visibly tensing up at whatever was being said to her. After a moment's pause, she continued chopping, the even shnk, shnk, shnk, of the knife nearly drowning out her words.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine!"

Her voice didn't sound any different. Her tone was as cheery as it ever was, but there was something in it, like a sour note in an otherwise harmonious song, that set his teeth on edge. It wasn't something he had heard before, and he wasn't quite sure what it was, but he could tell it wasn't right.

With a frown he slowly floated back to his bed, unable to focus on what he had been doing just moments before.  

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Changing Seasons
October 21, 2016

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Something wasn't quite right.

Had he more experience with pain and healing he would have likened it to the itchiness of a scab that's about to fall off, or maybe even the unpleasant tightness of skin that wasn't quite burned but had gotten too close to something hot.

But he didn't, so instead he settled for 'annoying'.

It felt like there was simply an itch somewhere a few inches above his head, and though he knew it was on his branches somewhere, the fact that he usually couldn't feel anything in them didn't make that knowledge helpful. Sure he could scratch at them, but it didn't help at all. The closest he could get was itching at their base, and that only provided little relief. His annoyance apparently was enough that Nell noticed, though he only shook his head when she asked what was wrong. It was proving to be hard enough to figure out what was wrong on his own, he didn't think that trying to explain it would be much of a help.

A quick look in the mirror didn't show anything that he could see that was wrong, there were no gaping wounds or weird growths or parasites or injuries to be seen, which only made it that much more puzzling. A search online proved to be fruitless (though he couldn't think of many people would have come across the issue of 'my head branches are itchy'), and it was starting to seem, by this point, that he was doomed to have a phantom itch for much longer than necessary.

He actually received an answer of sorts a few days later. He was staring at a book that was propped open on his pillow, though he didn't seem to be actually reading it. His attention was wandering, flitting from subject to subject, unable to focus on anything for longer than a few moments. Even then it took min a moment to notice something was different. The next time he glanced down at the book he noticed there was something that had fallen onto the pages.

He looked up, there was nothing on the ceiling that could have fallen (though that didn't mean there hadn't been something up there before, he supposed), and a few pokes at the object showed it to be a leaf. A small, brown, dry leaf. There wasn't anything that had been moved from his growing collection of Nature Stuff, and even if there was he didn't have anything that this leaf could have come from.

A mystery, then.

The leaf was used as a temporary bookmark.

There were more of them scattered around the bed, though he only saw them when he was about to go to sleep. A small shower of them fell out from among the folds of his blanket, causing him to once again look around to see who or what the culprit was.

Nothing.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw another one flutter slowly to the ground, but again he didn't see where it came from. It was only when he woke up the next morning that he realized what was happening. The itchiness he had felt was gone (much to his relief), and something was different the next time he looked in a mirror. A moment of contemplation (and holding one of the leaves up to his branches for comparison) later and he had his answer. In retrospect it shouldn't have been that surprising, as that what happened during this time of the year.

He guessed he should be grateful that only the branches on his head had leaves, or else he would have had to start raking in his room to clean up all of the fallen leaves.  
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This Is Halloween Pt. 1
October 31, 2016

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There are tons of Halloween carnivals in town! And Dair found himself in one this fine Halloween evening. It had a lot of interesting attractions, but the one that is most attractive for Dair is probably the Haunted House. Which is quite highly rated by the carnival goers as well.


As Dair watched a group of teenagers approach the Haunted House, he realized that one of them is watching back. He was a taller man, pale with a red gash around his neck, and dressed in an old tattered grey suit. He definitely looked odd among the teenagers. Something distracted Dair's attention for a moment as he looked away, towards a screaming kid nearby. However, when he looked back at the group of teenagers which are now entering the Haunted House, he would realized that the man was no longer with them. Where did he went? Perhaps he already entered the Haunted House before the teenagers? Would Dair dare to venture in and find out?


The city had seemed to have been taken over for the past month, the usually bright and cheerful shopfronts turning into dark, web covered displays and the general feel of the air changing slightly. While there was still a sense of energy in the air, it no longer felt as joyful and happy as it once had. There was a slight edge in the air that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, though he thought he got a bit closer to understanding it whenever he saw or heard ‘trick or treat’, it was as if there was some subtle emphasis on ‘trick’ that turned the greeting into something a bit more sinister than it would have otherwise. People he had been used to seeing wandering around town were now strangers in bizarre costumes, and in fact a few of them had complimented him on his (he wasn’t wearing one, but it was rude to refuse a compliment, right?)


Needless to say, his first experience with Halloween was a positive one. He had returned home the day before with a pocketful of candy much to the amusement of Nell (who put it in the freezer for emergency situations), and some unusually enthusiastic questions about the holiday. Plans, he had found out, had already been made for Halloween night, but there was so much time until then, and so many things going on in town to explore! Many of them were a bit too far out of his range, both distance- and age-wise, but there had been a few events set up nearby that he checked out. A few of the shops, aside from their seasonal decor, had set up something of a Halloween carnival that was running the whole week leading up to Halloween. Other vendors had set up booth along the street as well, and as the sun set the whole section of the town was transformed.


The orange lights that had been strung up along lightposts and windows lit the area clearly, but the color of the light gave the area a surreal quality. Decorations, ranging from scary to silly, seemed to drip from every available surface, and the sounds of laughter and terrified screams mingled in the air. The air smelled sickly sweet, a combination of candy, popcorn, and cider that was mildly nauseating combined with the smell of the ocean. Children and adults alike roamed the street, as there seemed to be no delineation between ‘children's’ and ‘adult’ attractions. For those who have been to more professionally set up carnivals, this would have been something of a disappointment, no rides, no games more sophisticated than a ring toss, no prizes, no shows…


But for Dair it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. There was something in him that felt satisfied about the concept of the holiday, though he was still on the fence about the candy, but he could still appreciate the sentiment behind it. But the folklore, the weather, the aesthetics of it, it just seemed like something he would be happy to experience all year round. He could only float through the street in a sort of awe, trying to absorb everything at once and failing miserably. There were just too many things he could focus on, too many new sights, smells, sounds he could be exploring. So he simply drifted with the crowds, trying in vain to only focus on one thing before moving on to the next.


So it was a bit of a surprise when he found his attention being pulled in the opposite direction he was looking in, far enough on the other side of the street that he had to crane his head awkwardly around to see without being poked in the eye by one of his branches. A man stood on the sidewalk across the street, one that didn’t stick out from the crowd too much. He was only slightly taller than group of teenagers that were pushing past him, pale, almost unnaturally so, though that wasn’t odd considering the amount of costume makeup that others in the crowd were wearing. He wore a suit, though it was tattered and worn, and clearly an old fashion even to Dair’s eye. The man smiled when he caught Dair’s eye, his head inclining in greeting.


It wasn’t until the man tilted his head to the side that he noticed his neck. What he took to be a red tie at first was clearly not. A lurid red gash circled the man’s throat, curving from ear to ear, and with the movement of his head a small stream of blood trickled down his neck and soaked into his shirt.


With a smile, the man raised a hand, a finger curling up slowly.


Come.  

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 4:02 pm
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This Is Halloween Pt. 2
October 31, 2016

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In retrospect, there wasn’t much of a question if he was going to follow a strange, creepy man with a possibly slit throat into a haunted house on halloween, but he hovered on the sidewalk for a few moments longer, not paying much attention to the flow of people around him. It would have been better if he had, for the moment he started forwards towards the haunted house, he felt something catch against one of his branches. The world spun wildly around him as he was jerked harshly to one side, someone stammering apologies as they struggled to untangle part of their costume from his branches.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry are you okay?” A pair of hands eventually settled on his shoulders, steadying him for a moment (though facing away from whoever it was) before they resumed untangling the various bits of their costume from his back. “These costumes can be such a pain sometimes, can’t they? But we’re nothing if not slaves to tradition, hm? Ah!” With one final tug, he assumed that he was no longer tangled up with a stranger, and a gentle pat on his shoulder confirmed that.

“My sincerest apologies for the delay, young one. A merry Samhain to you!”

By the time he turned around, all he could see of the stranger was a flash of blond hair and some brightly colored fabric before they disappeared into the crowd. And speaking of disappearing, by the time he remembered to look back over to the haunted house, the man was gone.

So with a sigh and a brief hope that he wouldn’t get caught on anything else, he threaded his way through the crowds and into the haunted house.

The haunted house had clearly been put together with a younger audience in mind, a quick look around showed a number of spooky decorations, but aside from that and some quiet eerie music that could be barely heard over the chatter of the people inside it. But the decor barely registered in his mind as he followed the flow of people moving through the building. His attention was on the people he floated amongst, trying to see if he could find the man in the crowd. There were a large number of children, and exasperated siblings escorting them around, with a smattering of adults who seemed to have started partying a bit early in the night. There were angels and demons, monsters and princesses and everything in between, but no man in a suit.

A feeling of disappointment began to grow in his chest, an unfulfilled feeling of a mystery left unsolved that only grew the closer he got to the exit. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but it was something of a letdown to have no conclusion to what seemed like a very interesting story. He allowed the movement of the crowd to draw him towards the exit, having resigned himself to leaving the haunted house with no answers, and it took him almost until he left the building to notice that something was a bit off.

He had tuned out the sounds of the people and the music and had completely zoned out by the time he reached the exit. It was only when he noticed that the press of people around him was gone that he noticed the sounds of the haunted house, what had been a constant mumble in the background just a moment ago, were gone. He looked around, panic quickly replacing his earlier sense of disappointment when he realized that he was no longer in the haunted house.

What once was obviously a business transformed into something scary was now a sprawling, vast room, the walls rising up until they disappeared into shadow high above him with no ceiling in sight. Grand staircases swept up towards an unseen second story, paintings in ornate frames lined the walls in between unlit wall sconces, statues stood on marble plinths, their form hidden under protective cloths. A thick layer of dust was settled over everything and long strands of cobwebs drifted down from unseen decorations far above him. The only thing he could hear was the empty sound of air moving through large empty spaces, which in his mind was almost worse than no sound at all. And there was one other thing he finally realized after he had given the room a solid look.

No exit.  
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This Is Halloween Pt. 3
October 31, 2016

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It took a marked effort to not start panicking immediately, though he continued to turn in place trying to see if he had missed any doors or exits that weren’t super obvious. He had just started to drift towards the stairs in the vain hopes that there was something at the top of them, when the laughter started. It wasn’t loud at first, just something that could be mistaken as the sound of wind blowing through the room, but it steadily grew louder and louder, until it had filled up the empty space and made Dair shrink back towards the wall.

“Well met, little one,” the voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, like the laugher, a sinuous sound that seemed to wind around him like it was a physical presence. “This is perhaps a more fitting house of haunts, is it not?” He felt his branches scrape against the wall as he continued to back up, his eyes screwing shut as a rain of dust from some of the drapery he had disturbed fell on him. When he opened them again he saw that he was no longer alone.

A person stood at the top of the stairs, a figure in a well tailored suit who was too far into the shadows to make out much more than that. They bowed, managing to convey a sense of sarcasm in their movements, and gestured broadly with one arm.

“Is this not much better than what you were seeing? Here we have haunts that are truly worth seeing.” Something creaked just to his side, something scuttled around just at the edge of his vision, something blew a hot, damp breath down the back of his neck. His eyes shut once more, the only thing he could think to do to keep himself from trying to see what it was exactly that was moving around in the room with him.

The sounds stopped.

He opened his eyes.

A familiar face, the one he had spotted in the crowd, was now inches from his own, close enough he couldn’t get a good view of their face, only sharp brows, mischievous blue eyes, and a suggestion of sharp cheekbones.

“What do you say, little one? Trick? Or treat?”

He tried to back up, even though he was already pressed up against the wall, and he heard a few of the thinner parts of his branches creak ominously in protest. His mind raced, thoughts filled with panic only getting more and more panicked as they chased each other around in circles, and at the center of it all was a question he had heard repeated again and again tonight. Trick or treat? He made himself calm down, look around (at least, as much as he could with a face obscuring most of his vision), and think.

”I think….” A smile grew on the stranger's face, the corners of their eyes crinkling slightly.

”A trick.”

The stranger laughed, the sound once again filling up the room as they grabbed him by his arms and spun him around giddily as the wind picked up in the room, sending bursts of dust swirling around him. Once again he had to shut his eyes, only opening them once he had stopped spinning.

He was on the sidewalk behind the haunted house, the noises of the Halloween carnival sounding almost deafening in comparison.  

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I Wouldn't Mind
Fall, 2016

Let's hang with Eth!

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I am the lorax...
Novemberish, 2016

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It was something that had been nagging at the back of his mind for a while, nothing terribly important but something that surely could come in handy some day. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of an opportunity to test his theory near where he lived, so he waited patiently until the next time he was able to go to the park, and then waited until Nell waved him off with a laugh, telling him not to go too far.

The copse of trees, while relatively dense, was small enough that he could float from one side to the other in just about five minutes if he were to hurry. But even though it was small it would do for his purposes. This bunch of trees was familiar to him now, as he and Nell tended to end up at this park once a week, and the rest of the trees that he had come across were usually always surrounded by picnickers and small children. His fingers brushed lightly against each trunk as he passed them, slowly threading his way towards the center of the copse.

The leaves blocked most of the ambient sound out from the park, the world turning into a shifting, shadowy place full of the sound of rustling leaves. He stopped there, hands falling to his side and simply…listened.

For a long while there was nothing but what seemed to be the random sound of leaves rustling quietly in the wind, but as time slowly passed on and he carefully tuned out anything that was coming from beyond the trees, he thought he could sense some kind of rhythm to it.

”Can you hear me?” A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he turned around slowly, craning his head back to look up into the trees’ canopies. A breeze blew through the trees, sending a small scattering of leaves flying into the air. A small huff of laughter puffed out of him as he turned to face the wind, only to hear the trees continue their rustling once the wind had died. He looked around once more, trying to see if there was a squirrel or bird moving around in the branches, but he saw nothing.

”I wish you could talk back,” he said with a sigh, reaching out to rest his hands on the trunk nearest to him.

A feeling of amusement washed through him, one that was cut off abruptly when his hands jerked back to his chest. He stared at the tree wide-eyed, slowly backing up until he bumped into another tree. Again he felt amusement, though this time it was accompanied by a small shower of leaves and a few acorns.  

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Eavesdropping
Winter, 2016

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“Oh my god, I just love that shirt! It looks so-

I love you, too, babe,

“Yeah, I’m doing great, mom-

Best hot dogs in the city!

Dair sighed and hunched his shoulders, seeming to try and shrink as much as possible while he floated down the sidewalk. It was something he was starting to notice more and more, and he wished that he didn’t. When people spoke, sometimes, their voices just sounded wrong. Like a sour note in an otherwise perfectly performed song, or nails on a chalkboard, or…

The number of things he could think to compare it to were small, (un?)fortunately. Nevertheless.

But even unpleasant things seem to be accompanied by some degree of something good, and each time he heard it, there was a brief surge of energy that passed through him, it’s strength directly relating to the degree of unpleasantness of the sound.

So.

He knew that Raevans fed differently from other people, what with having no stomachs for a good portion of their lives, but seeing as it differed with each individual he hadn’t been exactly sure how he would.So. Apparently he had stumbled upon it.

Now he just had to figure out what was causing it.

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”Nell?”

A quiet ‘mm?” of acknowledgement floated up from the kitchen amidst the clattering of utensils.

”What does it mean when something says something…” here he trailed off as he considered the best way to put it. ”Says something that doesn’t sound right?” No the most accurate way to phrase it, he supposed, but it was in the right ballpark.

The noises from the kitchen paused for a moment before returning, the sound of clanking filling the room for a moment before she spoke. ”Do you mean like they’re saying the wrong thing or…” Dair sighed and floated over to the edge of the loft, resting his chin on his crossed arms as he peered down at Nell while he thought.

”No, not...really? Um…” His eyebrows furrowed as he trailed off, is frustration apparently evident enough that Nell set down what she was doing and craned her head upwards to look at him.

”Maybe give me an example?”

”Like when you told your aunt the other day that you liked her new haircut,” It was probably for the best that his gaze hand wandered off so he didn’t see the look of embarrassment that crossed her face, nor the fact that she had to fumble with the bowl that she was holding as she had almost dropped it out of surprise.

”Oh. That,” she turned to the sink so she was no longer facing Dair, going back to what she was doing with a renewed vigor. ”Was a lie. Saying something that’s not true on purpose,” she clarified when she heard him take a breath to say something. ”Sometimes you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings over something that’s not really that important, yah? Small lies aren’t necessarily a bad thing sometimes, but…” With an effort of will she made herself stop talking and think about what Dair had said.

”Wait, how did you know that was a lie?”

She turned around in time to see Dair, who was now practically dangling upside-down from the edge of the loft so he could look at her, grin widely and float back up to his room without a comment.  
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