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 Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 8:06 pm
Eamane settled herself outside of headquarters in her new favorite spot, the gardens. She spread her full skirt around her on the grass and gathered a handful of flowers into a pile by her feet. "youw would probably prefer seaweed wouldn't you Kiran" She said too the wisp of mist that floated above a strange golden trident as she began to twine the flower stems around the smooth shaft.
The little elf hummed to herself as she worked, enjoying the sun and the pleasant breeze that always seemed to be present.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 9:45 pm
Cal Morgan was not a particularly credulous man; he'd seen many a hectic port on many a strange shore, but he had not willingly believed that what he held in his hand indeed contained some long-dead soul...certainly not of some mythical being.
Even being transported to the headquarters he now stood in had not fully convinced him. Surely, surely there was a reasonable explanation. That was what he'd insisted.
But that, of course, had been before Raidne sung to him...
Even so, that was the story he still insisted on this morning.
He ambled through the grass head down, glancing over his shoulder in a way that almost suggested shame. His erect, lean frame and the quiet confidence in his strangely light-but-brilliant blue eyes vied for dominance with this other impression.
So intent was he, staring at the "wand" in his hand - spear was much more like it - and listening for that wonderful melody again, that he was upon the garden's other occupants almost before he knew it; and by then, it would have been far too rude to turn away.
He smiled rather self-consciously at the petite, dark-haired woman in front of him, seeming unsure of what he should say. Deeply tanned fingers worried at the wand in his hand.
[This is Cal's profile w/ a physical description if you need it. ^^]
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:27 am
Kiran noticed Cal long before his guardian who was completely engrossed by her flowery passtime. He managed to levitate his wand slightly moving it out of her hands.
Eamane felt her hands slip away from Kiran's trident and she dropped a rather large purple flower onto her lap. "Kiran," She began to scold the wand and then stopped as she spotted the new man in the garden. Her face lit up with a friendly smile. "Hello there." She grabbed Kiran's wand again and stood letting a shower of bright blossoms fall to the ground. She pushed a strand of hair behind one long pointed ear.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:56 am
Cal's eyebrows raised as the trident this woman had bedecked with flowers managed to drift out of her hands. "Kiran," the woman had said. Was this, then, another Ghost?
It certainly didn't look like a "wand." Those strange blue eyes flickered to the crystal-tipped spear. But, he reminded himself, neither did she...
The small woman made a pretty picture there in the grass, skirt fanning out and flowers scattered, helter-skelter, in a fragrant pool around her. He started as Eamane's very feminine gesture revealed a very un-human ear. Was everything here straight out of some fantasy?
But manners overrode incredulity, and with a robotic gesture, the man extended his hand. "Cal Morgan," he said by way of introduction. His eyes traveled again to Raidne; but he was not yet comfortable enough with the idea of introducing an inanimate object.
The wand, affronted, hummed so low it made Cal's hand tingle.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:46 am
(( By the way, Neveah's profile is in Zasalamel's Journal =3 ))
The Garden of the Headquarters was a vast place...so it wasn't a surprise that those who inhabited it at this present time overlooked one thing: a congregation of butterflies around a humanoid one of their own.
Neveah danced with her butterflies, regardless of who else happened to be in the gardens at this point in time. Her style - though hard to pin down to the styles most humans labeled - was mesmerizing and comforting, a larger and more expressive representation of the dance every regular butterfly does each and every day, whether it realizes it or not.
The Humanoid Butterfly had come to the gardens today for a purpose. Her new charge was a Drow, and a Drow, by nature, cannot stand to be in the sunlight. As a butterfly, she thrived on the light...and being forced into darkness was something she never wanted. So, she brought her ghost-like baby to the gardens, outside in the fresh air with the hope that he may grow accustomed to some amount of light before he materializes for good. She would bend to bringing certain areas of the house to darkness, but she at least needed him to stand some amount of the outside world...this way, they could meet halfway in their light preferences.
So far however, this was proving difficult. The ghost infant, though resting in the shadow of a tree, was sending a grim note of discomfort to the mind of his guardian. Her dance only served one purpose...to calm him down long enough to distract him from the discomfort.
"Zah...I know...but on the surface, you can't hide in the house forever...You'll have light bombarding you whereever you go...Please don't hate me for this, Its for your own good!" She spoke while she danced for her ghostly charge, a slight wimper to her voice. The purple one could only sink deeper into the shadows, taping his spider-tipped wand against a tree.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:24 pm
The tall man still waited politely on the...elf's? name, but could not help but be distracted by a butterfly-ish woman dancing by herself - and, apparently, talking to herself as well. The blazing sunlight prevented his eyes from piercing the shadows in which her wand lay.
Questioning her sanity, Cal shifted his weight uncomfortably, hoping she would come no closer.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:45 pm
Unfortunately for the man, the butterfly did, in fact, notice. Well...not at first. Though she had been dancing to quell the discomfort of her ghostly charge, she at first only got glimpses of others that were in the gardens alongside her, but alas...she never drew attention to it.
Until Zasalamel pointed them out more thoroughly to her. Apparently the spiderling felt a sort of connection to something else in the garden...another wand or two, perhaps. He sent a small pang of recognition towards Neveah, but that recognition was laced with uncertainty. That also meant there were other women around, probably a female spirit.
After feeling this, the butterfly stopped dancing and looked around, leaning back to catch sight of the others. "Oh, company!" She keened happily, leaning back to the shadow to tempt the purple ghost into the light: naturally, this brought a bigger wave of discomfort, but it waned in the curiousity the little one possessed.
"I uh...hope I'm not intruding..." She spoke quietly at first once she had walked over, 'cradling' the ghost in her slightly elongated, thin arms. Everything about this woman seemed stretched...but for whatever reason, it gave her more of a graceful look than it did awkward.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 12:16 pm
((Sorry >.< stupid moving out and such!))
The little elf extended her hand in return and curtsied slightly. "Eamane Telquessar" She responded to the introduction, "and this is Kiran" she said holding the wand out for Cal to see. "He's a selkie...or will be. At least that's what Ianna told me" She stopped short realizingshe was babbling. Meeting new people made her a little nervous and slight blush stained her cheeks.
She didn't even notice the butterfly woman until she spoke. Eamane turned and gave her a smile as well, "Of course not!"
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:43 am
Of course not? Cal's inner monologue answered the butterfly woman quite differently...but he had to admit, his outward answer would probably have been the same as Eamane's...albeit a bit less enthusiastic.
She's introduced her wand, hadn't she? Drawing a deep breath, he nodded to the spear in his hand. "Raidne," he said in that taciturn way of his, though he spoke only in a stumbling attempt to make Eamane more at ease. Not that he was particularly gifted in social situations - quite the contrary, in fact. "Ianna said -"
Cal couldn't help the slight hesitation in his voice as he glanced sideways at the butterfly woman with some sort of ethereal form cradled in her arms. "She'll be a siren," the man managed at last. "Ianna seemed to think that's why she chose me..." His low smoker's voice trailed off as he realized he'd gone from talking about a soul in a wand as impossible, to talking about it as certainty.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 8:45 pm
"Oh good, thank you!" The butterfly sighed in relief, moving one hand (though being mindful of the ghost she partially cradled) to rest her fingertips against her collar bone.
She was usually not one to suddenly barge in on a conversation...but she chalked this barging entirely on the ghost baby hovering slightly above her cradling arms. Funny what an unexpected parenthood could do to a pers--err--thing. Neveah did stay silent for a little longer, her natural talent of observing people taking the forefront at the moment. Funny...he hadn't said much, but it seemed that the male guardian is in the same position she once was! Eventually, she spoke up.
"Well its nice to meet you both! I'm Neveah...and this-" A tilt of her head was all she did to motion to the purple ghost in her arms. "-Is Zasalamel. He'll be a Drow..." Though she'd accepted it, her last four words had a ring of dismay to them. A Siren...no wonder the spiderling's mental whine of discomfort was a little stronger around that pretty spear-wand...though he must have realized she was harmless in her current trapped state. "Its a gorgeous day out, isn't it?" The butterfly smiled, a happy attempt at conversation.
The spiderling continued to send his discomfort over the sunlight to his guardian, even though she was doing her best to lean in such a way that her shadow passed over him. As if the sun wasn't bad enough, there was a soon-to-be girl nearby! Luckily, the fact another boy was present cancelled out the girl, so Zah was only left with the sun to complain about. Curious to see what he could do however, the little ghost baby attempted to prod at the wisped selkie's mind in greeting.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 12:29 pm
"Drow?" Cal knew the old myths, particularly those related to the sea. And he'd seen everything from fae creatures to werewolves in Gambino. But this was something he wasn't familiar with. "What's a drow?"
He shifted his grip on Raidne's wand, unintentionally putting it closer to the ghost form. Then he started, blue eyes narrowed, yet staring into space.
There it was again! That song that kept him awake almost all night. It started low, barely a whisper, and remained elusive, like snatches of a melody caught on a breeze...never enough to learn the full melody.
Biting his lip, he tried to read the faces of the two women with him in the garden. They seemed oblivious; as he suspected, they heard nothing.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 7:40 am
Neveah paused, looking thoroughly curious. Someone didn't know about the Drow? ...Oh wait, not a lot of people did. The butterfly seemed to have forgotten that fact, since she'd been doing so much mind-straining research on them.
"Oh! A Drow is a dark elf, basically. They live under the ground in pitch darkness...so the light blinds and hurts them. They're uh...not known for their kindness..." She trailed off nervously, giggling softly. "But I've read that babies change depending on how they're raised so...we'll see." The butterfly finished, then leaned her head to the side, noticing the way he snapped out of a rather vacant look. As in tune to detail as she was, it was only natural she'd notice his look, but not the source of it. "...Hey, are you okay...?" She questioned worriedly.
However, her Spiderling gave a pang of discomfort when the female's wand was put closer to him, though his thin cry was chalked up to the fact they were outside. The wand's song managed to subdue him for a little bit, calming down both in Neveah's mind and visually. After a moment or two he started to get uncomfortable again, but unforunately, the means to showing his discomfort was few to none. Instead, he showed visually what he couldn't vocally...his ghostly form wiggled in distress, and his 'hands' came to his face, where his ears would be. The song was pretty and comforting, but there was something he didn't like about it.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 1:32 pm
Cal regarded the ghostling in fascination. So this woman, too, had received a child that hadn't been exactly "good" in his past life. The boy-ghost, Cal could swear, heard that unearthly tune, too. Because he'd been feared, as his own Siren once had? Or was it truly just because he was a he?
Zasalamel had calmed at first, but seemed to get antsy as Raidne's low-pitched song hummed higher and louder. And Cal did what he would never have believed he would: he spoke to the spear in his hand.
"Shhhh," he murmured softly. "You're upsetting him." He didn't look at the two women in the garden at first, dreading their expressions. It did look a bit crazy, after all. Cal seemed to be unable to long hold onto the concept that these ladies had gone through the exact same thing...
The wand responded momentarily with a high, sweet trill, almost as though it pleased her to be noticed, to be spoken to. And, to Cal's surprise, the noise ceased after that.
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