[AW] A spot of nature in the city

<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> OOC: somehow i've dwindled down to having one/two active threads! fancy that. :) time to make funtimes with kwoiff.

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She stroked her fingers over the smooth glaze of hazel that coated, much akin to peach fuzz only harsher, her rotund head. The lingering rays of summer sun baked her thoughts to the perfect crisp and now, fearing that they might go brown in burn, she ducked beneath the shading shelter of Rushtek Newpui Park. Overhead of her songbirds made romantic ballads between sheets of leaf and arms of branch. A small smile set the girl's lips to crook. The day had a sleepy haze to it where all the little things in life were enough to keep her soul complacent. It was hardly the day for harsh humour.

The stroll in the park would've gone as peaceful and serene as her mood if it weren't for the sudden jolt of hot, smashing pain blooming from the side of her head, right where a tiny, wiggly ear sprouted. That same group of nioti that had previously tampered with the serenity of Binail had now jostled the calm out of Lamaria. And although they were tiny, bumbling youth, they still had managed to give the older thill a good thwack -- something she hardly appreciated, so much did her grimace show. Grasping her ear, but refraining from a cuss, she extended her right hand to retrieve the prized ball from the grass. It was much like an earthen baseball in its solidity, weight, and size. It bounced easily beneath her touch as she milled towards the group of youngin's... their faces spoke of fear and unease. Not surprising. Lamaria, a make of hot colours and rough, near handsome, features was not the gentlest looking thill on the block.

But upon approaching them, she merely smiled and threw the nearest kid the ball. <font color=deeppink>"Y'all should make a team."</font> Her toothy grin was sharp. <font color=deeppink>"One of ye's got an arm like a catapult. Now ye's watch yourselves, okay?"</font> And with that she turned heel, head shaking and eyes once more returning to their lazy glow.
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<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> The nioti's eyes were glossy with fancy. They didn't understand the reaction that had befallen them, and so took the ball back with great caution and uncertainty. No sooner had they done this, then did they sprint away from the scene of the crime before any more blood got on their tiny hands. And only one of them, as Lamaria had noted with her keen-as-a-hawk's eyes, had noticed that the hand that'd held the ball had only one-two-three... fingers.

She smiled. Then crumpled her face up in pain. Her ear made sure she didn't forget about it, all red and sore.

The expression soothed itself away, sand in the wind, when the notes of someone's talk tickled up from beneath her. She wasn't of giant status, only standing a few inches short of her pal Ploy, so when the voice emanated from below her she couldn't help but hook up a brow. What her peripheral had absorbed as another child was now realized, came into focus as, an adult Feydragon. Presently attentive to him she recognized his maturity without a second glance.

At his remark she smirked broad, a few sharp and shiny's sneaking past the dark of her lips. <font color=deeppink>"I've been there ma'self, so it's not like I don't understand."</font> She thought about how she liked his ears. <font color=deeppink>"It's surprising, though, how high and how hard they 'it that thing. My ear's still ringing."</font> With that she frowned comically although it still bit her with pain. <font color=deeppink>"Nearly knocked the fronna outta me."</font> </td></tr></table>​

 

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<table class='ooc'><tr><td> who: Synica Twila
wearing: a gray cooking apron, long black pants
(my first ic post here)
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Synica loved to watch out her window at the park. It was a small joy in her once happy life: to see the young ones at play. Some playing "Headstart" around the Tail-Flames (which she thought were beautiful, especially the reds), some where playing "Overthrow" in the center of the park. She noticed that the ones throwing the ball around had run off in a hurry, although she didn't see why. She thought no more on the issue, and continued to stare out at the park.

As she drifted into a daze, she began to see her own son, Kjitorn running around the park, trying to tackle his father, Persius. He would only manage to knock down some of the flowers she loved so much. But it does a mothers heart good to see her son having a good time. For a moment, Persius seemed to turn and look back at her. She doubted that he could see her, but she sent him a smile and a wave, just in case. All she got in return was the scream of the kettle in the kitchen.

It drew her attention back to the present, and where Kjitorn and Persius had run, only strangers among the park remained. A memory long past, still stirs strong.
She returns to her kettle to finish her meal.

 

<span style='color:purple'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Since Phylus is absent for another day or so, I'mma go ahead and post ahead of them. Hope thats ok.</td></tr></table>
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Synica poured her dinner into a carrying bowl, and covered it tightly. As beautiful as her memories were, they sometimes had a way of making her feel even more alone than ever. This was one of those times. Her house was filled with emptiness right now and there was no room for her there.

She slipped out of her apron and gathered her dinner. Pulling the door behind her, she slipped towards the park. She slowed as she walked among the flowers, cause it was a hard thing for her not to do. She walked around the young ones playing "headstart" and crossed to the other side of the park.

Sliding into an alley, Synica disappeared from the park. She went to eat dinner with her mother.

Somewhere along the path where she had crossed lay a priceless item: the only picture of her son. A near permanent attachment, it seldom ever left her pocket. She never knew when it fell out.



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<table class='ooc'><tr><td>The item she dropped is to be gone, not becoming part of this storyline. She has to move on from her own past some, so she can start interacting with the world more, and stop hiding in her house.</td></tr></table>
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<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> OOC: hey ladies and gents, i'm feeling pretty poopy right now so my post is gonna match up to my body's state. i'm going to try to keep up with the posts, but feel free to skip me a few times until i change my absence status.

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She could not help but watch the thill that crossed through the park on feet so quiet that even the grass seemed to hush. The coming dark of the night had only started to make an inkling of a hint in the sky with the fading of the summer sunlight. Soon enough it'd be time for Lamaria herself to make toward a restaurant, sate the hunger that only tickled her lightly at the moment.

But the thought only came in passing for Lamaria's attention could not be pulled for too long from the spirit beside her. That's exactly what he was, she'd decided. A spirit, a spirit from the park to be exact. He probably dwelled in one of those trees over there, she thought with a secret smile while eyeing the looming vegetation beyond him. <font color=deeppink>"You chose a good place to think,"</font> she replied quietly, almost speaking the words before she'd made them. <font color=deeppink>"Ajita's a busy city, not many good places in it where y'can hear silence. Then again, I'm only visitin'... What good does a tourist know?"</font>

She would've liked to have probed further into what the other 'dragon had on his mind, but had she done so, she ran the risk of slipping into the haze of empathy. As experienced as she was in her trade, there were some areas where she needed greater aptitude...
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<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry guys, I'm no longer playing. Please continue on without me.</td></tr></table>

 

<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> OOC: aw, okay lazarus. well, if anybody else wants to join in along, it's never too late.

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Complacent, her eyelids shuttered down for just a second as the wind tickled past, carrying with it an illegible message about tomorrow's weather and today's luck. It tapped its breezy fingers over her hairless head... a feeling she never failed to enjoy. <font color=deeppink>"Don't apologize. Hey, if ye wanna spill out some verses then I won't complain. Maybe I might even like it,"</font> she said with the lilt of jest. Of course she'd like it.

For a while standing seemed like a fine idea -- but feeling a sense of permanence to their meeting, Lamaria decided to lower herself onto the grass and gave Bin' an invitational look. From this angle they'd be, at least, on a more equal plane of height. It was tiring to look down... and, she figured Binail would appreciate to stoop craning his neck. <font color=deeppink>"Well, my comrade and I are here on a visit, a lil' vacation from work. But also there are some good heal-shops 'round 'ere Ajita. They're helpful in ma line of work."</font> She then made a bit of a face like she'd bit into something acrid. <font color=deeppink>"But, ah, fo' such a little place, this city is hard to navigate. I only got to three of the seven places I wanted to visit t'day... But that's okay."</font> To this she gave a bit of a shrug, not one to linger too long on a sore thought.

<font color=deeppink>"An' you, you live here?"</font>
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<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;">
If she wasn't such a myriad of tropical hues to begin with, the blush laden to her cheeks might've been more apparent when it arose. But, gifted by the bold bloods of her father and mother, whose bodies were as bedazzling as her own, her embarassment probably went unnoticed. <font color=deeppink>"Well, I'd like to look 'em in the eye wh'n I talk, really, it's only doin' me the favour."</font> Her gentle smile came forward though not as generously as the sun's embracing warmth, the sun who was sinking further and further into the airborne horizon of Ajita's cityscape.

When the arden answered ever-so-promptly, and so excitedly, her question, Lamaria could not resist but a lift of her brows in a facial compilation of shock. <font color=deeppink>"For a follower of Aidlt, you seem to have chosen a bizarre place to reside, comrade."</font> To accentuate her words, the thill nodded almost gravely. However, knowing full well her words had the potential to be rather insulting, she carried on carefully with a story of explanation. <font color=deeppink>"I, ma'self, should be marked with the brands of Tejas. I am a fish, practicalleh... 'cept the gods and goddesses thought it might be in good humour to have made me without gills! I need to live by the seaside, otherwise my heart goes numb. And I'm not even a Fey!"</font>

The fervour for water resonated through the thill's body, inching its way into her fingers as she used her hands in speech, resonating in her voice as strong as twelve garguans, and surfacing in her eyes like resplendant stars.

<font color=deeppink>"Unless, there are parks 'round 'ere I 'm nut aware of."</font>
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<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> OOC: !!! i thought i'd replied this already, sorry deer.

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As the sun sank further and deeper into a threshold of black horizon, Lamaria thought of the time and considered phoning up Ploy for dinner. Goodness knows what sort of trouble the arden had dug himself into at that hour and what sorts of measures she'd need to undertake to fix it. It was then that she found herself smiling.

<font color=deeppink>"But, then, 'ow is it that y'feel home on Ajita? With all the city around you, it seems counterproduk'tiv to you being a lover of all things green."</font> Her fingers were entangled in the net of grass which had, by then, successfully caught her feet, and a number of tiny wildflowers that bespeckled the park, and so reminded her of how very close to nature they were at that moment. But that was just -- in the city, it was momentary.

<font color=deeppink>"Binail, I'm Lamaria. I'm poor with names, y'know. I mean, in terms of introductions. I never forget a name, but I never remember to ask for one."</font> With that she put on a smile that could've only been described as handsome and then regarded Bin's eyes warmly. Her own sights held a sparkle of request. <font color=deeppink>"Binail, would you mind helping a tourist like me find a phone? I think I ought to make a call."</font>

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<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> <p style="text-align: justify;"> Her expression became intent as the arden began to explain the very reasoning for his stay here on Ajita. She knew the Fey as an elusive people, thus having one in her company to offer a bit of scope on his people was most definitely an academic treat. It helped that Lamaria had a particularly keen anthropological interest. Wide, mercurial eyes gazed on without blinking the entire time he spoke. In fact, they seemed to take on a different quality altogether. A sort of haze, warm yet indistinct, overtook the vibrancy of her gaze. This was the look of an empath's focus... and here, while Lamaria heard the make of his words, she also felt a quiet hum of.. well, how could she describe it? It was almost like faith, a belief that Binail had in his own words. It was admirable, to say the least.

<font color=deeppink>"It's certainley a nice city to be choosin'. Ajita's not as busy as Watani and definitely not as big. I kin understand why ya'll chose to stick around her. But for that phone, would ye mind taking a stroll with me in its direction?"</font> she requested with a warm smile. The warmth of the smile countered the coming cool of the evening. Her jacket, a black and white checkered hoodie, was clutched tighter to her body and she went into her sidebag and pulled out a worn-out looking conductor's hat. It then came to sit snuggly on her mostly bald cap.
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<table width="90%" cellpadding=10><tr><td> <font face=verdana style="font-size:12px; line-height:16px;"> <p style="text-align: justify;"> <font color=deeppink>"Well, you kin do that too, although I'm sure ye like thill that are more your size,"</font> she jested with a growing grin, letting him know that she too had a sense of humour all well intact. A sense of humour and a playful mind... quite the dangerous combination when you got things started. <font color=deeppink>"But I mean, if that's what yor looking for..."</font> And then her voice trailed off followed by a long roll of her eyes. Another quicksilver grin and she upped herself, leaving the sea of soft woven grass behind her.

Her hands found their way into her pockets with speed. Now that autumn had arrived, the warm embrace of the nehlt-sena got lost in the frigid demeanor of the jidp-sena. Here, midway between day and night, fingers found themselves suddenly chill and sandals suddenly became a bad idea, whereas scarves became fashionable and toques permissible.

Lamaria wondered what would happen to Binail's ears when winter came... did they drop like the leaves too? She could not resist a private giggle.

Stepping in stride with him, Lamaria found the Fey to walk at a remarkable pace. I mean, short legs were usually slower. Think about the distance to be covered! Apparently he'd had enough time to match the pace of those living in big shoes.

<font color=deeppink>"Well, ai think that a great deal of excitment goes down in Watani, that's where all them clubs are. Ajita is more of a government town. Ai think people down 'ere are sometimes scared t' do things in case them police are watching 'em. But I'll tell ye what I do know... A few of the most radical groups, some of 'em conspiring for democracy, are located here in Ajita. So while it's not the hubub of life for party goers, ah do think maneh great minds live 'ere."</font>
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