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It was a warm, sunny day outside. Overhead the sky stretched in a pure and flawless zephyr save for a few drifting, fluffy clouds that occassionally played peek-a-boo with the sun. It was quite pleasant, like most days were ever since he could remember being.

Theron rather wished it would storm. If only once, he'd like to the see the sky a dreary gray. He wanted to watch it rain! All he to go on at the moment, though, were the unpracticed explanations of whomever he chose to spring his questions on. And of course that just wasn't the same, and he would be unsatisfied until then. Tabula were curious creatures, and he was no exception, just very hard to please. That and Winter himself was beginning to develope a sadistic satisfaction in chaos, innocent as it might have been at the moment.

The young creation sat himself gracefully upon the fountain that the Gods themselves had recently gathered around. He was bored, reflective, and very, very naked. It was probably somewhat of a wonder he had made it out bare without one of his motherly caretakers chasing after him with a coat.

Well, he wasn't fully bare, persay. There was around his neck a ribbon, soft blue in color, tied tightly enough so it remained wrapped around his slender neck like some sort of collar on an animal. Dangling from the aforementioned ribbon was an ornate key, its pulsing blue radiance lost to the sun's rays but standing out quite clear against his palid skin.

He rather liked this key, you could tell, because while he had forsaken all warmness and captivity he still wore it. As far as he was concerned, it was his prized and only possession. And it made him look different; he was beautiful. The Tabula now were all shaped from the same mold and looked as if they were all clones of one another. But with this, he would be as special as he felt (if you could call it that- he knew, more like) he was.

With a dramatic sigh, Theron slung his legs into the waters of the fountain, twitching his toes appreciatively and giving a slight shudder of pleasure at the chill against his skin. Yes, with this he could bare the sun.

If Tanee tilted her head ever-so-slightly to the left, she could hear the wind. But if she tilted it to the right, it went away. She had been testing this theory for a while now, wondering what made this so. Maybe if she asked the nice man who had given her a flower on that day where the sun went out, he'd explain why a barrier made of hard gray stuff would block out the wind. She didn't block the wind.

She narrowed blue eyes at the porous gray rock. "Move," she whispered virulently. "Wind is nice." Spring waited, arms crossed, and glared at the wall.

Nothing happened.

So she hmphed and flounced out into the courtyard, where she could feel the nice warm breeze rushing past her face. The other Tabula did not go unnoticed; instead of just standing there, Tanee bounced over and flung her arms around Damaris. Though she did not strip as the two others had done, she smiled happily. People were so warm and happy and comforting. She liked them very much.

"Tanee," she said, completely ignoring all rules of propriety and decency. "Ooer... pretty..." The girl gazed at the skeleton key, then fished up her own pink and creme flower key from its ribbon necklace. "Mine's pretty too! We should be friends."

She had been ignoring Theron, but then she just had to go and see the other Tabula's key. It was blue, which was a nice color. Bluebells were blue, but they reminded Tanee of the 'sad' the carers kept explaining to her. (She'd never been sad, never, so how was she to know what 'sad' looked like?) So even if this Tabula's key was a pretty blue, she supposed she liked the other Tabula's skeleton key better.

"What're your names?" Tanee flounced into the fountain and sat in the water itself, fully clothed.

[[Ha ha, I didn't know anyone had replied!]]

Cool, almost blank eyes raised as Damaris took a seat some ways away, just as bare to the world as he. There was a soft, almost musical grunt of approval to the key about his neck, and Winter discretely preened under the attention, sitting up straighter and tilting his head in a practiced way that showed off what he thought to be the best side of his face. Other than that, though, he made no move to begin conversation. He was much better than that- the intruder could do it.

However, his illusion broke at the appearance of Tanee, all loud and cheerful. It was the sort of thing that turned Theron's gaze colder and sent his lip curling. He was getting used to treating people less and less nicely, drawing more into himself by the day. And someone who shook his little temple of serenity, someone who did not even acknowledge him first, was not welcome near him.

When she plopped down into the water, one bare foot slung up a slew of chilled water meant for the female's face. "Go away," He told her colorlessly, narrowing his eyes threateningly. The light blue shard in his chest seemed to crackle for a moment, the various shapes of snowflakes rippling. "You are ruining it." The water, that was. And his patience.