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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:41 pm
It was strange that Dixie would find night in Gaia scary. On her home planet it had been dark all the time, the strange glowing eyes of her people the only light. When she had been Darcy Kofer, Dixie had mocked those who were born with eyes bright enough to have the dubious honor of lighting the streets, but now she wished she had one of those unfortunate bastards around to guide her home.
She had ended up ducking into the Wand Shoppe a couple of hours after sunset, right after some homeless woman had threatened to scalp her. The lights were on and she felt somewhat welcome even though it appeared no one was around.
A few minutes after entering the back room, headquarters Ianna had called it, and sitting on the sofa where she'd met the river Lethe, Dixie had grown quite bored and started exploring. It was certainly one of the first times the unimaginative teenager had done such a thing, but her curiosity hadn't gone unrewarded. She now sat in the gardens on the edge of a large fountain, her feet dangling in the water and her tail brushing against the grass behind her. Her wand was on her lap, the wisp wavering happily, she supposed. The huge, ornate door to this place was propped open. Dixie didn't want to be locked in.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:56 pm
"No...babyfingers don't belong in Mommy's nose!" Came a scolding, but strangely soft female voice, the noise followed shortly by two things; an infant's babble and the silhouette of a woman with somewhat transparant wings. In reality though, the light reflecting off her butterfly wings made it look like they were transparant.
"There, Spiderling. Happy now? I apologize for the grass not being the same at home." Apparently, the woman didn't think she had company. Neveah sat Zasalamel in the grass just out of the stream of light from the door, taking off his blindfold and his little cloak; he had a long sleeved shirt and baby jeans, after all.
"Ahhbabeeee" The little Drow went on to hum, running his little hands through the longer grass.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:11 pm
Noises. Dixie twisted to look over her shoulder, barely making out the shadowy shapes of a butterfly woman and a baby. She lifted her feet out of the water as quietly as possible and turned around to face them.
"Hi, I don't mean to startle you. I'm Dixie." Clutching her wand in her fists, she looked at the baby again. She guessed that if the child was even in here, he was one of these wandkids. At least this one was pleasant, unlike the bitey boy she'd met a couple of weeks ago.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:40 pm
"Don't eat the gra---ACK!" Neveah cut herself off when the woman suddenly started talking. Didn't mean to startle? She humbly begged to differ! However... "Oh...Ahem. Its no problem! Nice to meet you! I'm Neveah, and Zasalamel's playing in the grass." She pointed down at the obsidian skinned baby, who had turned his torso to stare at the other people in the garden with them. So far though, the butterfly couldn't make out that the other woman looked like...her eyes weren't suited for the darkness, after all!
Waaah, its a tall weird-looking female-thing! Zasalamel stared at the woman with wide purple eyes, then quickly turned back towards Neveah...and promptly fell over. He whimpered pathetically, lifting up his hands to try to get his guardian to pick him up. It worked of course, and once he was safely in Neveah's grasp, he went right back to staring at the other female and the wand she held. Oooh, the wand was a boy!
"Beeeee." He informed Neveah, then made grabbyhands for the boywand, though he refused to directly look at the wand's guardian.
"Oh...Excuse him. He's...hesitant around girls. But hey, if your wand a boy, by chance?" Obviously, she meant the soul inside it...but was just too lazy to say so. Still, the butterfly looked apologetic.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:04 pm
Oh hey, I used to be a guy! No, that wouldn't go over well at all. Instead Dixie looked down at the flickering wisp and shrugged. "I don't really know. If Zasalamel seems to think so, then I guess." She stepped closer and held the wand out to the baby, careful not to make any sudden movements. "I really am sorry about startling you." She smiled.
"He..." she felt so weird saying that, "... was a satyr, and they were all guys, I think. I read some stuff online, but I still don't know a lot about them."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 9:05 pm
From this distance, Dixie might as well have been a girl in every life. Zah still refused to look at her, but he did manage to grab onto the little stick with one hand, moving to pet at the little wisp with the other. He was this small once! And he liked being petted...so maybe this one liked being petted too!
"Oh its quite alright...I should've been paying more attention anyway.." Neveah chuckled softly with a small shake of her head. "A Satyr, huh? There the ones who are half goat, correct?" She queried, looking at the wand. "Zah's a Drow, both then and now." At this though, she sighed softly without really meaning to.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 8:10 am
The wisp tried its hardest to brush against the boy's hand even though it was quite insubstantial. It liked attention, maybe a little too much, and the only one at home who seemed to understand that didn't hang out with the wisp often enough to suit it. It wriggled excitedly, trying to get its guardian's attention, but Dixie was preoccupied. Figured.
"Yes, those half goat men. I hope he's not half goat." She nearly echoed Neveah's sigh. "I'm not sure what a Drow is," Dixie admitted. Was that why the baby didn't like girls?
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 8:37 pm
Zasalamel squealed in joy, leaning back and tugging the stick with him, holding it fairly close to him while he pet at the little wisp. Of course, it never occured to the baby that he shouldn't grab onto the wand but...eh.
"Maybe he'll just have...horns? Maybe a goatee?" Neveah, trying to be optimistic...? ALERT the media! "Well, for your sake I hope he's not part goat...but we won't know until he materializes, eh?" She shrugged half-heartedly. She knew Zah would look like what he did...there were only so many ways a Drow could look after all...so he was no surprise to her looks-wise...well, aside from the markings under his eyes and the unusual purple eyes. She'd always read that Drow had red eyes...oh well. "Ah...A Drow is a kind of dark elf who live underground." This time though, she left out the 'who have homocidal tendencies' bit...even she didn't believe Zah would turn out that way, considering how he was acting now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:55 am
Dixie's lax fingers lost hold of the stick as Zah tugged at it and her attention turned back toward the children for a moment. The wisp would surely be fine - she had managed to drop it more than once and it bounced back with enthusiasm - and little Zasalamel seemed happy.
"A goat kid wouldn't be the best thing to have around the house," Dixie said, briefly thinking of their hardwood floors and tendency to leave garbage lying around. "But horns and a goatee wouldn't be bad at all." Something to think about. This place was always filled with helpful people, it seemed.
"Underground? Oh, yeah, the blindfold. I was wondering about that actually." She had figured he was afraid of being outside from the way Neveah had taken it off when they arrived, but this garden was enough like the outdoors that she had dismissed that rather quickly. At least it wasn't to protect people from getting turned into stone or something more sinister.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 10:00 am
Zah held the stick happily, babbling to it as if what he was saying was very interesting. To him, it most definately was!
"Geez..hoof marks everywhere, slipping on the floors...yeah, lets hope he's not like that!" Luckily, she had mostly carpet floors now and a kid who had real feet. "But...I think it'd be fun to not know how the kid'll look when he gets here...that means you can have bets to see who can most accurately guess how he'd look..." Oh yeah, that was DEFINATELY more fun!
"The Blindfold...heh..." Neveah scratched at the back of her neck. "He can't stand the light touching his skin, and his eyes are undoubtedly the most sensitive part of him...thats why I have to use the blindfold, so he won't scream like he's being murdered or something." Silly Drow and their light intolerance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 10:20 pm
The wisp jerked upward, as if trying to separate itself from the stick. Giving up after a few half-hearted yanks and nothing to show for them, it went back to calmly waving around and listening to this other boy talk. Someday it would have a wobbly hole in its head and be able to make noise too! Well, better noise than the hissy, tinnitus ringing it could sometimes make now, at least.
Dixie grinned, feeling less frightened and more optimistic about the whole situation than she had since she had been given the stupid wand. "That's true. You've given me all my best guesses for how he might look. But my father would like that game. He's the one with the imagination."
She glanced back at the Drow baby. "Oh." She couldn't really offer any condolences without sounding insincere. Even if she hadn't been a very active child, Dixie had greatly enjoyed being out in the sun. She took some comfort in the fact that Zah would have probably ignored her pity anyway.
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