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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 1:40 pm
A girl remain crouched at the side of the park, near a tree, her hand making odd motions above the snow, her finger trailing figures here and there. Slowly, a picture was forming in the snow, where her finger passed; lines upon lines, upon lines, upon lines... a bird was slowly being formed by them, a small sizzling noise heard whenever her finger came in contact with the frozen water.
It was... interesting, to say the least.
Tell truth, Chesai held some sort of strange fascination for the snow; it didn't make her feel cold in the least. In fact, that much was obvious by the clothes she wore, the ribbons of her dress falling freely against her partially bare legs, her shoeless feet having left indentations in the otherwise unharmed snow. It was winter, and yet the girl seemed dressed as if it were spring; not only hat, but her flushed cheeks seemed to signal she was in fact not suffering due to this, and was for some odd reason, quite warm.
Finally, she seemed content with whatever she had been doing and stood up to admire her work; there, drawn into the snow was the picture of a bird, with spread wings, and a long tail, flying freely. Or at least, she HOPED it looked like that, because tell truth, she'd come to note she wasn't the best of artists. She'd attempted to draw a dragon that morning using Lunden's crayons, and when Shinzu had seen it, he'd said something keen to 'Why is that cat dancing on one leg? ... and why does it have demon wings?' and thus she'd abandoned her attempt to draw.
Tilting her head to one side, the girl rolled her eyes slightly; she had to admit her phoenix in the snow looked more like a flying pig. Alas. It'd been interesting... the snow melted at her touch. It was amusing. It'd been worth the trip to the park, she decided.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:07 pm
Fresh air was supposed to be good for children, or at least for the normal person in general. That was the basis for todays trip out in the cold. Well and the fact Phace had started howling like the world was about to end when Revon had decided to play that game. For the sake of saving them all a headache the red-head had quickly tugged a jacket into the boy's form, add a scarf and a blanket to the mix and you had a safely bundled baby. Well, it looked that way anyway.
As soon as the door had shut out the noise of the game Phace had quieted to only an annoyed scowl as if some horrible act had occured. Ears flattened against his head as if he'd been wronged and scolded for it. It was all the teacher could assume as the boy didn't speak yet, aside from the occaisional garble of noises and of course the most clear form of communication. Screaming. Oh yes, he got the idea from that particular reaction very quickly. No dancing games for Revon unless he kept the volume very low. They didn't need more screeching at home. It was a small enough living area without the group being remindered of it. It didn't help that Haruki had the great knowledge that before long a dragon would just so happen to be joining them.
Perhaps he could arrange to have it stay in the main building at most times. He knew that Revon was to get a black dragon and the nature they tended to hold. Not exactly what you wanted hanging around an infant.
It had been long enough since leaving the horrible sound that made the rules, those little chiming voices, start babbling about laws and such things that the young boy couldn't understand like crazy. The noise had seemed deafening to him and he'd wanted it to stop, to drown it out. Of course he'd taken the classic child's way out. Screaming fixed many problems and once more had proven to fix things. For now the world was quiet, the voices had hushed, and he need only watch the light reflect off the crystalized water. A pretty world to behold, a near silent one no less. Only the sound of the red-head's footsteps broke the quiet, that and the hum of an occasional passing car. Nothing to upset the balance. Nothing to bring joy, nothing to diminish it. Neutrality in itself was a form of borderline bliss.
Though it didn't last so long, for the world only left one in a state so long. The child had only begun to n** at one corner of the blanket in slight boredome when curiosity presented itself. A girl, yet not. The baby blinked trying to adjust to the odd vision before him. It almost felt like a buildup of energy whirled about the girl, yet it wasn't so much a feeling as a sight. A balance to it, yet not. Then the blanket shifted too close to the boy's eye and he cosed one, the pale light that seemed to envelope the girl vanishing with it. just a normal child again. Then reopening and it was back. Curious indeed.
Or perhaps just interesting. He wanted to understand it, because this one was different than the music box, named Revon, and the red-haired man who frowned a lot. Neither of them had an aura. So with a triumphant call he managed to free one arm enough to reach out in the direction a the startlingly dressed girl. That just might work.
Haruki hadn't paid much attention to the girl behind a mental note that she'd catch her death until Phace's reaction. Why was he interested in her? If she'd been singing perhaps, but aside from the child's exclaimation little broke the still snowy wonderland's spell. Still, it did serve to explain something new about the boy? Perhaps he had a fascination with colorful things..? That, or perhaps it was simply she was the only thise within twenty feet of them that wasn't a stark white or muted gray. It was really a tossup.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:43 pm
The park around her was near silent; the birds did not chirp and there was no wind to move the branches. Chesai'd come to the conclusion she liked this peace and quiet; it wasn't deafening, but rather comforting, and she'd found out that if she closed her eyes ad listened deeply, she could make out sounds that hadn't really been there before.
Or sounds she'd been too busy ignoring in favour of sight seeing.
Either way, the girl embraced herself slowly then, her eyes closing as she simply listened, wings arching to envelope her form slightly before one strange sound caught her attention. She wasn't even sure why it called to her; it was the sound of a baby, not far away. A gurgle, or a call, she wasn't sure, and as she opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to face the red haired man and baby, she found she still didn't know why that particular sound had been interesting.
However, the more she stared at that baby as seconds passed, the more she thought he was someone familiar in an odd sense of the word. It took a while for it to click at her, however, when it did, her eyes widened for a mere moment before she decided that perhaps approaching them would be interesting. You see, this strange teal haired child had a similar feeling about him that... that blond kid she'd seen at the wreckage site; the encounter with the blond boy hadn't gone all that bad, and she'd been able to discover a few things, indirectly. This young one was different to the blond in many ways however; for one, the aura around him wasn't black and icy, like Ink's had been but different, more soothing, and it wasn't as contradictory against her own flaming one.
She was curious. Perhaps by nature; she wasn't sure. She'd only known 'herself' for two days after all.
Colorful indeed, her clothes seemed to make her stand out against the winter wonderland, however, it wasn't only her clothes; as she approached, perhaps both man and child were able to appreciate the slight bit of heat she gave off. It was enough to keep her warm and cause the snow which she tread upon to melt as she finally reached the sidewalk, "Good morning," it wasn't enthusiastic, but rather, a polite greeting to the man before she crouched to gaze at the child, lifting a hand, extending one finger before Phace, "He's lovely, sir; is he yours?" she held that one finger in front of the baby, almost as if curious over what he'd do, her wings arching up before flapping once, fanning them with warm air.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:14 pm
The joy of children. They did everything in their power to complicate things. A new conclusion that the man had come to as the girl approached. It couldn't have been something simple as a stray clump of snow falling from a tree, or perhaps a car rolling by. Nothing that would be explainable ever fascinated a child. They always chose something out of his control to want to look into and cling to.
Even if it was oddly warm. Which was explaining the lack of suitable clothing, but didn't help the case much. He'd still been drug into a conversation by the child's antics. Perhaps earplugs where in order. To avoid further walks and possible situations akin to this in the future. Though the idea was dashed as he realized finding some for a feline would be near impossible. Especially in infant sized. "Good morning."
Neutral. That would be more akin to the feeling about the boy. Good and evil were something defined by the rulers. Not those who followed the rules. One could stray to either path as the rules were set forth, for rules too had little bearing on good and evil. They defined them, but were neither. It was imply interpretation that could direct it to one or the other. Nothing more complicated than that. Still, the concept was lost to most, the child included.
He didn't care so much about type or reason for it. There was a interesting sight to see with this girl, one he didn't understand much, but one he liked. For it was unique? He'd not seen anything like it before and as one hand was extended to him, a single finger to be precise, the boy didn't hesitate to reach out at it. Clumsily as he did, he'd almost caught it when the wave of warm air stopped the action. Eyes closed as he tried to comprehend to the heat before the previous chill. Even with the new adjustment that came with her being close a direct brush had been a bit of a shock. As a few blinks as the slightly scrunched up face finished it's reaction and a smile dawned upon it. Fire was warm, but unless it burned you it wasn't frightening.
Thus, as abruptly as he'd stopped in reaching for the girl he rocked forward once more to try and wrap a first around the closest source of he heat. The lawmakers didn't seem to mind afterall, they were quiet.
The exchange was rather curious, but nothing that would set off the same reaction in the man. He'd been around dragon eggs bathed in fire and explained them to children afterall. A girl that emitted heat wasn't too strange. Alright, it was, but it wasn't something worth shock over. It was simply a peculiar thing to come by. "Yes and no." The child was not his own, heaven forbid he ever learn the true burden of parenthood, but certainly under his care. "His name is Phace, I'm his guardian." Because saying father was beyond how far the relationship was allowed to go.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:38 pm
It didn't seem like the girl was all too interested in the man either; in fact, her grey hued gaze was fixed upon the child whose fingers stretched to touch her own, only to stop short. The feel about him was so similar, and yet so very different from that of the blond boy she'd met; the notion wasn't unsettling however, but rather, comforting in a way she couldn't describe. There were so many things Chesai seemed to be unable to comprehend yet, things that should have been natural for a child her age... things that were usual, familiar and yet she couldn't quite grasp.
She had a mind, and she had some 'power', as Shinzu had called it, yet all this was new to her; even her own mind was a new expansion to explore, and though no longer blank, but filled with new memories she'd been making, it was still something new. The power she was only beginning to dwell upon was even stranger, and something her Guardian had said she should never seek; it'd come to her, on it's own accord, when she was ready.
She wasn't ready yet. She knew that much, and thus she didn't seek, but patiently waited. Even if patience wasn't exactly a strong point of her personality.
"Ah..." the single word was breathed in response to the red haired man's claim, "Guardian, you say," her eyes were still upon the child however, a slow smile coming upon her lips as he reached for her finger; she opened her hand and offered him her palm instead, finally turning to gaze up at the strange man, "My name is Chesai," she offered in return, "My guardian isn't here with me; he's back home," she needn't be told just what Phace was; that single word 'Guardian', which she'd heard first from the blond boy, and later had been explained by her own, was reference enough to what the feline eared boy was.
It was that same way she hoped that single phrase she'd uttered was hint enough for the man to understand what she was; true, she'd not told him of what nature she was, but then again, she didn't feel it to be necessary... it wasn't probably the little teal haired boy would care whether she was a phoenix a fire angel, or a dragon. Children were easier to understand, and understood in much easier ways than adults did.
Chesai was unsure how she knew this. She just did. At the same time, her own way of thinking, her way of talking and her way of calculating and evaluating situations was nowhere like that of a child of her age. It seemed more mature; as if the mind of someone older had been placed in a body that didn't reflect the true age, "My Guardian likes the snow. He says he used to live up, high in snow covered mountains... he says he used to listen to the wind there," the words were meant for the man to hear, but were directed at Phace, as if telling the boy a story. Suddenly however, she smiled again, reaching up to his head, "You've got cute ears," she stopped herself before touching them however, "Do you mind?" her question was asked almost as if she expected the child to fully understand and either refuse her or permit her to go on. It must've been strange to behold.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 4:07 pm
Fingers never quite reached the other and instead played upon the larger, and easier to aim for, palm. Larger things were much easier to grasp when it took some work to even reach for them, much less catch what you wanted.
Chesai. It didn't mean much to the infant, but warm thing was Chesai. The warm thing with wings like music box was Chesai. Though likely she would remain simply known as warm thing until the child learned the worth of names. The voices never made a fit over the shortcuts the infant took.
The man simply watched, feeling no need to protect the boy. The girl was gentle enough and obviously the heat wasn't burning the boy. He knew how to protest when he disliked something, Haruki knew that well. So as the girl explained a similar position he nodded lightly and ticked the name away into a file of information mentally. Anoher child who's home came through adoption. Not such an out of place thing obviously, he often found that children would rarely stay with origional parents. As well, children were sometimes born through less than natural means. As was the case with Revon. With no real parents by blood it was only reasonable to believe that adoption and a guardian was a way to ensure their care.
As to the girls actual species or origin? He couldn't be bothered to care much. She was what she was. How she came to be mattered not. Just so long as she didn't complicate his life further. Though he did mentally note that she seemed a bit young to be out on her own. Not that it was any of his business. "I see, I'm sure Phace is pleased to meet you as well." Not so much for the man, but the child seemed quite taken by the interesting girl.
Phace wouldn't have known any of the names to call her. She was warm and glowed slightly. Two interesting things alone, they were a definitely more than intriguing when merged. Not so much like, as simply interesting though. Was he allowed to like something? The question was directed more toward the voices on a whim, though no response came. Obviously they only existed when he way on the threshhold of offending some law they had. They didn't exist to serve him, it was the other way around. Or so it seemed. Not that Phace truly realized it, just some odd recollection that threw in a note which was lost to the infant.
All he cared much about was the creature before him. Delicate wings and kind nature. That was what mattered.
When the hand lifted toward his head the bi-colored gaze followed it a moment. Mouth slightly open as if to speak. Though perhaps it was simply a childlike awe in how she could move it so smoothly a form of envy. A foolish smile at the comment. It was so much an understanding as a reaction to words in his direction. Even if the voices heralded the rules and proclaimed that he could not ask for attention. Being showered with it willingly was something he adored. For what individual did not like being fawned over? ...Haruki excluded.
The man paid only the attention of one on the outside as the girl explained a bit about her guardian. How ironic that a child with a natural heat to it had been thrust upon this person. Perhaps the one who performed such an action had a similar sense of humor to his own boss. A twisted one.
"If anything he thrives on attention." And was not petting a form of attention? Knowing Phace he'd be overjoyed with the idea rather than offended or even upset..
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