Staring into the Sun

9, Tria, 81380
<span style='color:brown'>Kiruien was exhausted with the constant babble of morons who tried to compete for this position or that. They were all such stupid imbeciles that she feared if she had stayed any longer she would have cussed them all out, or some other rather rude thing. Besides that fact, her head throbbed, her stomach churned from her neglect to feed herself, and her fingers itched to play at her loom. Yes, her lovely weave loom seemed to call to her now, promising to soothe her headache. She knew her trusted friend, her most valuable possession, would do just that. It would help her escape into a world all her own without the fickle interruptions of diplomacy and the other nuisances of the real world. Unfolding her arms which had made themselves comfortable on top of the broad shelf that was in fact her chest, the regal thill or kiom, she couldnÂ’t decide on which category to shove herself into, rose and walked briskly toward the immaculate kitchen. With little regard to what her taste buds were yearning for, she grabbed the nearest snack within reach and jammed it into her mouth.

Seeing as no one was about Kiruien munched loudly, all the while plodding to a room decorated with tapestry upon tapestry and heated with an ancient looking furnish. There in the middle of it all was her loom, a half finished project smiling up at her. It was, as far as she could tell, a green place with the sun setting delicately just behind a knoll of rather sparse grass. Two young ones, girls, sat next to each other, perhaps in conversation perhaps simply in awe of the afternoon. Kiruien couldnÂ’t rightly decide and she figured she would be able to really tell when she had finished the sky what exactly the two girls were talking about. If the sky ended up a dull blue they would be gossiping, seeing nothing spectacular in the mundane color, but if she colored it with reds and purples the girls would be shocked into silence. Her fingers played nimbly over the tool, her teeth biting down on her lip in the look of pleasant concentration that she always held when doing her favorite pastime. Outside her window, the sun set on the real world, fingers of red and yellow danced across the sky but she hardly noticed, so engrossed in her art was the woman. Her tail twitched lightly, thumping against the backing of her chair, and though the movement was voluntary it still shocked the busy bee into stopping her project to stretch, to pee, to whatever else needed to be done. Loathe to leave her looming room, she stepped outside the sanctity of it to shove open the door to her house and star out at the sky.

She wondered quietly if someone else was weaving this scene just for her eyes, if God was gift wrapping inspiration for her. A deft smile graced her often smiling lips and she massaged her neck, rolling out the kinks and yawning at the same time. The day had been well spent, debating politics, learning and of course creating an imaginary world. But to Kiruien the day wasnÂ’t over. She leaned heavily against the porch railing, staring out at the empty road, hoping for her daughter to pop up, though knowing it would likely not happen. Her child didnÂ’t have the highest opinion of KiruienÂ’s desire to dabble in politics and this had kept her away, much like mosquito lights keep away a mosquito. Discontent with the sad route her thoughts had taken her down the croon sighed and brushed back the single braid of sandy brown hair. Her nimble fingers became ensnared in the thick green of her hair and she did little to aid there escape. Large eyes, like burning emeralds, narrowed, trying to stare into the last light of the sun, knowing full well her head would not thank her for her efforts later. Finally the determined hag turned away only to glance a silhouette off in the distance. A glimmer of hope shone in her eyes but she knew instinctively it was not the little girl she so sought to see.</span>

 

Ooc: now enters Aimee, KiruienÂ’s estranged daughter
Bic:<span style='color:brown'> Kiruien was clearly astounded when something grunted and protested at her opening the door. Staring at the stranger, her green and blue eyes obviously confused, she fought the urge to throw something at him, simply because in her mind he was trying to break into her house. Her hand had run over to a rather dull looking planterÂ’s pot and she now realized that her reflexes really were to hurt this stranger. Deftly removing the offending limb from the corral colored object, she brushed her hand down the side of her pant leg and grunted her disapproval of the matter. How does one go about dozing off in front of a complete strangerÂ’s door? It was half her mind to ask that very question, though with some colorful words thrown in, but she refrained. Her face however twisted in a scowl and her fists dug into her hips.

“Do you do this often? I mean slipping on personal property?"

Her eyebrow rose as did her chin in an imperious gesture. The woman had had enough of stupidity for one day and this just had to be the king of the mound. Sighing heavily she let this boy whose name apparently was every variation of Leonazium in the book just ramble to his heartÂ’s content. She hadnÂ’t anything about his jobs or what not. She could, in all honesty, care less. Her house wasnÂ’t in need of fixing, nothing broken to her knowledge, the only thing she needed was some peace and quiet. Her head throbbed again and she half blamed it on menopause, knowing full well that the wretched thing wasnÂ’t the cause of her searing headaches. Moving past him into her door, she grabbed the screen and shut it behind her, staring at the boy like someone would at an extremely gifted monkey. Mind you itÂ’s still a monkey, just a special one. Rolling her eyes she stared past him for a moment, drawn by the sun and then eventually a shadow that twisted on the roads. She was going to tell him to leave, insist that he disappear into the vat of primordial goop that he oozed from but her mouth was pursed shut, as if she had sucked on a particularly sour lemon. It was Aimee, her daughter, in the mottled flesh. Pushing the door aside hastily she stood on the stoop, a grin bigger the life painted happily on her lips.

“Aimee dear!"

It had been a while since Kiruien had seen her taciturn daughter, and the emotions brought a sleek tear down her face. The sleeping stranger forgotten she thrust her arms out, a welcoming gesture just waiting to be filled with the embrace of her child.</span>

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Aimee was in a word shocked at her motherÂ’s response. Kiruien was known for being cantankerous and grouchy and her she was even shedding a tear. She might have smiled hadnÂ’t she just been informed about her motherÂ’s enquires into working for the government. The blasted government had been the reason for their feud in the first place and here the woman was just adding kindling to the fire. Still she quickly hugged her mother and then just as quickly pushed past her to watch the stranger who seemed oddly out of place. Like a neon sign in the middle of an otherwise deserted highway road. Pushing a loss strand of hair behind her ear, she watched him quietly for a moment, trying to discern why exactly he was there. Turning with a flurry of hair she snapped her attention back to her waiting and anxious mother.

“Who is he? Your newest guinea pig?"

The comment, like an inside joke, was only to be understood by the two females but it was obvious it wasnÂ’t funny as Aimee watched her mother physically flinch. Shamed momentarily into silence, she then drew up her hands in exasperation and realized this kid was a stranger and that Kiruien had no idea why he was there. Walking quickly past thill and arden, she opened the door, holding it open long enough to suggest that both should come inside.

“Mother, I like what you’ve done with the wall…it’s comfortable with all your little tapestries."

With that said she shuffled quickly toward the kitchen, set on a kettle on the stove and then hopped up to sit on the island, cross legged of course. Popping her lips she waited for the uncomfortable quiet to break, either with the obnoxious and cliché cough or some real words of wisdom. She doubted though that wisdom would come from any of the three parties and so she resigned to staring blankly down at the amber colored folds of her flowing gown.</span>

 

<span style='color:yellow'>Aimee resorted to staring at Leo, her eyebrows quirked and she clapped her hands mockingly as if his spiel had been the greatest lecture ever.

“You done yet?"

She leapt from the counter and walked toward him, grabbing his collar and pulling him inside the house, and then quickly shutting the dear. She turned her back on him, her tail making an impressive impersonation of a whip. Sitting on one of the mismatched sofas, the rather pretty girl eyed her motherÂ’s newest yarn spun wonder. It was the ocean, or at least one of the oceans, rocks jutted up precariously and no one but careening birds could be seen on the whole blue frontier. It was a rather desolate and boring piece, except for the fact that her mother had captured the dipping waves in all their glory. Turning back, focusing on Leo, she sighed.

“I’m Aimee as I’m sure you have picked up. So, Leo…why are you here?"

Blunt. She liked her answers that way, short and simple; she didnÂ’t tend to have many words to throw around like rice at a wedding or whatnot. Crossing her arms over her chest she kicked her feet out and then cross then delicately at the ankles. Her soft yellow hair lay on the edge of her shoulders and her mottled blue and green fur mimicked the colors of the ocean that Kiruien had made.

“It’s not often ‘dragons fall asleep on my mother’s porch."

The statement seemed to demand an explanation from this rather loud-mouthed boy whom she had gathered was actually closer to her age. She looked intimidating and Aimee liked it that way, but to cut some of the hardness from her face she twisted her fine lips into a tiny smirk. </span>

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Kiruien watched him as well. The fact that she was older gave her quite the handle on her telepathy, even let her knit pick things that corresponded directly to her. So he wanted her frozenÂ…how unique. She rolled her eyes and plopped down loudly beside her child. Staring at the boy she huffed and then figured she should be the nice one where her daughter was not.

“You wanna work so bad…go check the plumbing the kitchen I guess. I’ll stuff something down the drain and pay you for getting it out then."

With that said the woman poured far too much food down the drain, and immediately angry coughs from the spout and sink sounded the need for repair. She had thought it a rather keen solution. Let him work while Aimee and she got caught up on personal matters. But then she figured her daughter would be loathe speaking with a stranger about. Sighing discontentedly, she drew her fingers over cashmere sweater she was wearing before sitting in a love seat across from AimeeÂ’s.

“So dear…how have you been?"

A casual question with more then one significant layer.</span>