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July 28th : I opened the chest to reveal a peacock plush! How exciting!

August 31st: Oh my!! Avery is suddenly real! My goodness, he's lovely.

((once again reserved, this is the last one for now, reserved for pics, to come later ^^))

July 29th,

Ah, it's been a nice morning so far. I woke up early, and made breakfast for myself, and brought the plush along to the table with me, just for company. I explained to him that tea came from Asia, just like peacocks do.

I'm not sure if I am up to the task at hand. Don't let anyone know, but I'm nervous, I want to be a good caretaker.

I also explained to him over tea and toast, that he needed a name. Everyone needs a name, it helps people give them identity. A person would be the same person with any name, but names are still important, and I had to be careful when picking out his name. I have honestly already thought of a few names.

Allen
Aden
Avery
Alaric

and Cassius...

That's alot of A names, but I like them. I shall have to think more on it though, I really like the name Cassius. If you look up the meaning, I think you'll know why I find it fitting.

Anyhow, after breakfast, I cuddled up on the couch with him, and read to him a little bit from my book. Right now I'm reading 'Reaper Man' by Terry Pratchett, it's a very amusing book. I figure instilling a desire to read by starting out with something light hearted, yet compelling is a good thing.

After reading, I took him into my music room. I think this was important. Any mother will tell you that she put headphones on her tummy when she was pregnant to help the baby inside develope, so music is obviously very important.

I played the scales on my keyboard, and explained each note in turn. I explained how scales have eight notes, and that on a standard keyboard there are eight sets of eight notes, and that each scale is called an Octave.

Once we had gone over the basics with him, I began to play the song I have been composing. I explained that it had a 4/4 rhythm, which meant that each measure had four quarter notes in it. Realizing that I hadn't explained note values yet, I played and explained whole, half, quarter and eigth notes.

Diligently, I worked on my music and practiced, and explained all the time what I was doing and why. I certainly hope that he understood, but I'll keep explaining, since I practice everyday, he should get the hang of it. I sang too, just for kicks and giggles, to illustrate that the same principles and theories applied to voice as it did to music on the keyboard.

After practice, I took him out into the living room, and exposed him to yet more music. I played CDs for him.



I'll expose him to more later, but I thought that I certainly wouldn't want to over expose him to anything, or else he might hate it!!

After all that, I curled up with him again, and I talked. I told him that I was happy he was with me, I have a small lonely family, but he was a welcome addition to it. I petted his soft plush feathers and assured him that I thought he was quite enchanting and beautiful. Pulchritudinous even. I explained that the word meant beautiful and handsome, but it was more unique than either of those words, almost no one ever used it anymore.

Tonight, more things may happen, but for now, I'm taking some down time, and writting. Maybe he is napping, I hope he's not bored...

July 31st,

Mr. Peacock and myself have had a very long day. Ugh, I'm so very tired, I wanted to just crawl into bed, but I felt that I just had to write before collapsing into comatose sleep.

This morning we got up, made tea and toast, and lounged about the house until about eleven, because then it was time to get a shower and dress. We had a game to go to.

I am a geek. No one is allowed to say this except for me. But I am a geek because, On Saturdays, I go and play table top roleplaying games with friends of mine. Mind you, I said table top. I don't do LARPs... I went to a Vtm LARP once and was so sickened by what I saw, I have vowed that I shall not do it again. Anyhow. Saturdays are game days.

Only one problem, when Mr. Peacock and I got to my friend's house, apparently the game had been cancelled and no one had told me. A New plan had to be put into order. We decided movies. Now this next part I relate to you, I do so with reluctance, I am afraid it has made me a bad motherish figure.

We discussing movies, we decided, "Hey, we all like horror and stuff, why don't we go see 'The Village'?" And so we did. I'm afraid it might have been too confusing to grasp, and my wailing and screaming during the scary bits might have been disturbing to his plushy psyche. After the movie, I did my very best to explain that people go to movies so that they can see a slice of life that doesn't happen to them. The village wasn't real, it just wasn't and he had nothing to be scared of, and even if there was, I wouldn't let monsters eat him, it just wouldn't be responsible. In the end, I feel like I have been exposing him to a bit too much too soon.

After movies, we went back to my friend's house for a bit, sat around and talked, and then, amazingly, it was very late by the time that a few of us decided to walk around the city park, and down on the dock. It was a pretty night, and on the docks, the light of the moon was reflected on the water in such a pretty manner. Anyhow I'm babbling. We spent a whole lot of time just wandering and doing nothing, and stayed out too late doing it. I'm so tired right about now, good night.

August 6th,

I seem to have fallen into a pattern with my plush. I read alloud to him for about an hour a day, We're still reading Terry Pratchett, perhaps my dear plush will be witty and have a grasp on humor. I hope so, they are important traits that often help people to like a person better, if that person can make them smile.

Last night, I went to the shop with him, and met a young lady with a snake. We spoke only breifly, but I think she is nice. I also saw Saeru again, and a lovely creature whom I must assume is his velvet, but we did not have a chance to converse really.

I find myself leaning more and more to the name Avery. It's hard to make up my mind, but I think that that is it. I mean hell, I think just about everyone probably has trouble with naming things. Names are important. We can go naming things lightly, what if we hurt people's feelings? Ah anyways. I figure that at the very worst, he will hate his name, and decide as a moody teenager that his name might be Avery, but to his friends he was going to be known as Lord Vincent the Terrible, and there isn't much I can do to prevent that, so no use worrying.

August 31st,

Oh dear, where to begin? Today started out normal, just like any other day really, and then, well... I don't know if it was just his time or what, but Avery was sitting at my desk, I was filling out paperwork, as that seems to be the only thing I do at work really, and I wasn't paying any attention to him, I was busy at the moment, and I just wasn't in the mood to be talking to him at the time. Well, I don't know if it was because I was ignoring him or what, but his eyes began to twinkle, and his form began to glow in an opalescent shimmer that grew until it surrounded him. I sat there dumbly, I certainly had not expected anything like this.

The glow was dispelled only by a sudden burst, ephemeral feathers exploding outwards. There, standing amidst all the theatrics, stood Avery. He seemed smug and proud of his entrance. I'll have to give him this, it was impressive to look at, I nearly fell out of my chair.

He looked at me and very awkwardly at first, took a few steps, and spreading his wings wide, dipped his head as if bowing in greeting. The little show off. I would have returned his greeting propperly if my office door had not opened suddenly. I did the only thing I could think of, and snatched Avery from my desk quickly and held him in my lap, scooting close to my desk and tried to look like nothing was wrong.

Luckily for me, my boss had been talking with someone in the hall and had not seen me. I sighed deeply in releif, though I could feel Avery squirming unhappily beneath one hand. She walked in and asked me if I was almost through with that report, she needed it on her desk in half an hour. I told her that I was nearly finished. She turned to walk away, and I nearly died of releif, but it was too soon for such celebration, she turned back to me and asked, "Are you okay? You seem very uncomfortable..." I did the only thing I could, "Uh... Had thai food with Andrew today... I guess it's not setting right with me." She blinked and nodded, "Ah, well... alright then," leaving me to my own devices.

I pulled back from my desk, and lifted a hand off of Avery's back. He looked at me sternly, I could practically feel his distaste for what I had done. His feathers rippled for a moment and seemed to turn black and purple, but the color faded within seconds. "Uh, sorry.." was all I could manage for the moment.

Avery soon settled though, and decided my lap was the most comfortable place to be, and I stroked his feathers as I filled out the remainder of that paperwork, humming softly to him. He seemed to like it.

The rest of the day passed like that, easily enough and with little else happening.

Since we have gotten home, we are doing better. I set him down once we were were in the door, and he gave a happy trill, spread his wings and beat them triumphantly, seemingly to be in better spirits now that we were somewhere other than work.

He has been exploring the house on his own terms, wandering here and there, but so far my music room, and the mirror in my beroom hold his attention the most. The mirror particularly.

Right now he is posing and primping before it, raising his crest freather and lowering them, cocking his head this way and that, as if looking for his 'best side'. I think we will get along great.