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- Mew Sadira - 03-16-2009 [html] Word Count: 358 Two white hands flipped deftly through the pages of the book, discarding it by putting it on top of the others. One big heap was at her left side, and another at her right. The right ones were the discarded ones, and the pile was growing. The white femme was growing impatient, after all, how hard could it be to find out what material is used for the strings in a piano? Sure, it was some sort of metal or something, but wasn't there anything alternatice? There had to be alternatives, yeah? The books she had taken from the library, with Lubomir's leave of course (not that he'd deny her them anyways) were not handled carelessly by the femme, but as time went by and no answer was found she grew increasingly irritated, and some of the smaller books who could withstand the treatment was flung in the direction of the pile, instead of carefully placed there. It was good for her that Lubomir did not see this, as he would most likely have become angry at her, after all he had gone through a lot to make sure the library and its contents were usable. Another book was thrown into the pile as Mew swore under her breath, and got up to take a few steps around and relax a little. She wasn't angry so much these days, partly because of a certain grey male, although the challenge she had brought upon herself this time was not fun anymore. Her two legs started moving, and Mew wandered slowly around the area - it looked like it could have been some sort of outdoors recreation place, at least there were stone benches and tables around everywhere. Wooden ones would have been unusable by now, but luckily stone lasted longer than that. After a stroll of maybe the quarter of an hour, Mew halted, again facing the piles of books on the stone table in front of her. Sighing, with great effort, Mew lifted her tail and seated herself on the cold bench, and started sorting again. At least it didn't rain, that would have really ruined her day. - Alexey Koios - 03-17-2009 [html]
- Mew Sadira - 03-17-2009 [html] Word Count: 319 Mew jumped, tossing the book in a random direction, when a voice sounded by the door behind her. Ah! The sound clearly gave away that she was startled, but if she hadn't uttered a sound it would still be apparent by the flying book. It landed with a thump to her left, but Mew had already spun around to look at whoever it was that had snuck up on her. Relieved in a second she saw the curious form of Alexey, a femme who had come back from some absence, and whom Mew had met one-on-one only once. However, she'd been so occupied at the time, she'd been afraid it was Lubomir, and had he seen how she treated the books he would probably be very irritated with her. It seemed, however, that it was "only" Alexey, and Mew took one hand to her chest as she breathed loudly, once or twice, communicating her relief and startled state. It was by instinct, and not intentionally, she did these movements. Oh, Alexey, I didn't hear you at all, completely in my own world. Turning again, halfway, to be able to turn her head to look at the book, but also have Alexey at the right angle so her head could be turned to her as well, without having to turn fully around for either, Mew gestured vaguely as she spoke. She was calmer now, although her heart still beat fast. It would likely ease in not long. I'm trying to find a book which tells me how to repair strings on an instrument I've found... I'm trying to make it work properly. Picking up a book, her hands deftly flipped through all the pages in one movement, before she closed it again and tossed it - gently now, instead of angry as before - to land on the table. .. but none of them will give me my answer, I'm afraid. - Alexey Koios - 03-18-2009 [html]
- Mew Sadira - 03-23-2009 [html] Word Count: 322 Her heart raced, but the hand on her chest and the knowledge of who had caused the sounds quickly helped her calm down. Mew laughed, partly because she was relieved, and partly because of the sound that emitted from Alexey. The woman gave her an apology, and Mew waved it away with her hand, her movement clearly telling Alexey that she was forgiven, although without the usage of words. As she stood there, dumbfounded and quite amused, trying to reach a stable state of mind again, she looked at the other female, who moved into the room and looked around, picking up the book she had flung away and put it on top of one of the piles. As she listened to what Alexey was saying, Mew moved forward to pick up another book, one of those she had thrown there in her irritation only moments before. Glad that the other followed up on the subject seemed to be the instrument instead of asking her about the careless treatment of these books (and of course because of Mew's passions towards it), Mew eagerly took the book from the pile where the other had placed it, and started flipping through the pages. As she looked for an image that would be descriptive enough, Alexey asked for another explanation, sending Mew onto a page she knew very well - which showed the inside of the piano. Speaking eagerly, but not not to a strange degree, Mew alternated between two images on different pages, trying to explain. It's called a piano.. the strings are inside here, which is that part there, and connected to the white and black keys that are visible from the outside. Smiling, Mew looked up at Alexey, confident that her explanation would suffice to enlighten the other female. It would be interesting to see whether she - too - shared an interest for these things. God knows her sister Adelaida didn't. - Alexey Koios - 03-24-2009 [html]
- Mew Sadira - 03-27-2009 [html] Alexey seemed to put her full attention into the explanation given by Mew, and when she responded with a quite smart grin on her face Mew couldn't help but smile too. In fact, the piano sounded very different from the guitar, but there were similarities. However a piano didn't have that same ring that the guitar did, mostly because of the design, but also the mechanics. Mew hastily replied to Alexey's words with something in between as to not let on that she was in fact quite wrong. Well yeah, they're both string instruments, but also the sounds vary - it depends on size and stuff, too! There was not a word of lie in what she said, and this was important to Mew - she would not lie, maybe except to Firefly. That woman didn't deserve better anyways, the way she treated her fellow pack members. Mostly though, the difference is that inside the piano there's a hammer that strikes the string once you press the key, but on the guitar the string is plucked. There's a sound difference, but I can't explain them with words, of course. Mew offered the book completely to Alexey, intending to perhaps pick up the other books she'd flung around - as her irritation was now gone having gotten the chance to speak with someone who seemed to show interest for her passion. - Alexey Koios - 04-01-2009 [html]
- Mew Sadira - 04-05-2009 [html] It seemed Alexey did indeed understand what Mew had been trying to wrap up, but it didn't matter. Mew had worked hard for all the knowledge she had, after all, and she was certain Alexey knew things that she did not. As the younger woman flipped through the pages of the book she'd handed her, Mew took a few steps in a different direction and picked up one of the many books she'd flung around. On her way over to the right pile, Alexey presented her with a question she'd heard only once before - from Cwmfen. But this was phrased in a different way. Cwmfen had wanted to hear the music, but the way Alexey posed it it seemed as if she wished to learn. If that was the case, Mew would eagerly do so, more than anything. It would in that case be the first time her skills had ever become useful to anyone but herself! I'd be happy to, Alexey! Perhaps Mew was becoming overly eager, and prematurely, too, but even Lubomir hadn't asked her to do that, and he adored her. Smiling very broadly, the female put the book down in the right pile and spoke again, suggesting a meeting place. There's a piano in one of the vineyards close to Flander's Fields, and I have my guitar at home. You can choose which one, I guess? I can show you both, though, if you want. Oh, something for her to do. It would be marvelous. - Alexey Koios - 04-13-2009 [html]
- Mew Sadira - 04-20-2009 [html] Slight ramble, sorry! Word count: 440 The enthusiasm was shared between them - they were both caught up in the idea and the joys it might bring, from their own two sides; the teacher and the student. Mew's smile lingered - why had she ever thought Alexey a fool? Oh, how Lubomir had softened her, and for the better. Just because Alexey had been concerned about Firefly when the copper femme had been a prisoner didn't mean she was weak - Mew saw it now. She'd been too proud, too full of herself, and her hate. Too full of jealousy, as well. Full of everything, but she was different now. Less hateful, less searching for revenge. It would seem, perhaps, that the woman had finally settled down to some extent. Not properly, because she still believed that her and Lubomir would not last forever. She could not indulge herself in such thoughts - she was too realistic, or perhaps pessimistic. Nevertheless, Mew saw Alexey in a different way now - as a possible friend, and companion in the profession of music. And she was bright, because she chose the piano first. "First", she had said, giving away that she wanted to learn more. Besides happiness, Mew felt pride swell up in her, and some fear, too. What if she couldn't do it? No, she knew she could. She was not insecure, not with her music. She had never been the type to be insecure anyways, before Lubomir. For the first time since everything had happened, Mew heard the mention of the graveyard without feeling her mental self shake. She heard the sentence, but her thoughts did not plummet into images of her children - instead she paid her attention to Alexey, and the task she now had been given - and only that. Without knowing it, the woman had taken a large step ahead from the self-pity and anger she'd let herself be consumed by before. Now she was a teacher, and that mattered. It mattered a lot. Ok! The piano is in some ways easier - all the tones are in front of you. In a guitar they are stealthier, in a way. If you want we can go there now, so you know where it is? Only Slay and Cwmfen had seen that place, not even Lubomir. Although, mostly that was because she was afraid he might somehow think lowly of her skills, because she knew that if she showed him, he would beg her to play. She simply dared not! But Alexey was a kind person, and not so risky to her own mental stability. It would be great, she knew it would. - Alexey Koios - 04-28-2009 [html]
- Mew Sadira - 05-01-2009 [html] I just pp'ed that they started moving, hope that's o.k. Also, how long do you like your threads? Because I have virtually no limit, heh. Word count: 539 The energy in the younger woman was obvious as she got to her feet and moved to the door, exclaiming agreement and seemingly glowing of eagerness. Mew was glad - finally she had someone she could teach, who could share her interest. Cer was her friend, and Haku was her brother, but outside of such family bonda (Colibri was another), she had few contacts. And while the rosea was her friend she did not seem to share this fascination with her, and after all she was the rosea. In a strange way it hindered their openness, because Mew relied too heavily on her duties, and her morale, and thus she didn't find it natural to behave so.. casually around the leader as others might. She wasn't formal, but she just couldn't relax fully, in a way. Perhaps Alexey would be that friend she needed, and somewhat her first friend outside her own family, and besides Lubomir, who was a case of his own. Smiling, Mew hastily grabbed her leather pouch and the guitar case, strapping both of them on her so their straps crossed her chest in a big X, and then she too was at the door, smiling. The long towards the vineyard was long, and though Mew had traversed the distance many times, she still found it tedious at times. Although, for Alexey, it was a fair deal, since she lived in Flander's Fields. Silently, the ivory femme prayed that she wouldn't ask her to come to her home. It was one thing to share her own life with another, and it was one thing to see another's life - but she did not want to go to the old human graveyard, nor pass too close. Somewhere along the arrays of gravestones, some broken and some intact, lay four little heaps of dirt, never flattened or tended to as they should have been. A simple and crudely made symbol marked their presence, and Mew did not even know which lay where. At the time of the graves' creation she had still been fighting for her life. But they were hers, and hers alone, and she did not want to let Alexey into her realm of grief - a place even Lubomir had only but glanced. If they moved too close it was perhaps inevitable, for she never seemed able to pass through without having the thought of them consume her. Hopefully, though, the femme would be satisfied with looking at the instrument she would offer her, and then leave without asking her to tag along to see where she lived. She seemed hospitable, so there was the risk. Smiling, all of these thoughts concealed, her face was unchanged from before. She had years of training in hiding herself, and no young femme with good intent could see through it. Besides, it was only fair that she was allowed to hide her sorrows like anyone else. So, what would you like to learn first? I mean.. would you like to learn the human notation as well, or simply how to make the melodies in your head? It was better to have conversation, else her mind would likely implode as they came closer and closer to her children's graves. - Alexey Koios - 05-06-2009 [html]
- Mew Sadira - 05-20-2009 [html] Sorry for the wait - I've had three of my hardest exams now though, so it should be better. Word count: 412 As they walked on, both knowing which direction it was, Alexey kept her talking, keeping her mind from dancing around the subject of her children, and the fact that every step too her closer to their graves. People could say what they wanted to, no matter what anyone did she would not get over them, and she would not get over the fact that it was her own fault that they had died. Had she been less stupid, more responsible and remembered what she should have remembered, they would never be dead. Of course, ultimately it was Asphyxia's fault - she knew that, but a little part of her would always scream blame in her direction. Alexey chose a wise answer to her question, and Mew smiled at her a little as she nodded in response. She was happy with this - very happy. The opportunity to teach someone her favorite thing in the whole world was more than she could think of to make her happy. With Lubomir in addition - things could not be better, could they? Truly, the only thing missing was perhaps her mother and sister, but she reckoned Melisande was either dead or had settled permanently somewhere else. Colibri had evaporated, but she might return - she had the habit of behaving that way. Her green gaze met Alexey's as she spoke, her voice eager, but quite mild, for Mew. That's a wise choice. I started out with learning the music language as well, before I could play, too. It opens up a great deal of opportinuties! Pausing, Mew compared how short an amount of time it had taken Alexey to reach the conclusion that the library would be a good place to search for music, and how long it had taken herself. She was the loser, in that sense, although right now she knew more than anyone in the pack about this, so it didn't really matter - nor was it a competition. Alexey had a fresh, young mind - and Mew was glad. Her own head was beginning to feel heavy on her shoulders, and not just because of burdens. There was too many things in her head, and she felt too old to handle them, although she knew very well she wasn't that old. Smiling, the femme continued;Yeah, the library has lots of music sheets, as well as the school in Wolfville. Ask Lubomir about it, he has sorted everything - the bookworm. - Alexey Koios - 05-25-2009 [html]
- Mew Sadira - 06-08-2009 [html] Late again, but at least everytihng is settled now We can probably end this thread soon, no? Word count: 552 Their smalltalk as they kept on walking towards their goal was on a pleasant subject, and so Mew did not mind it at all. It took her thoughts away from four small beings floating somewhere just out of reach. Smiling gently the femme answered Alexey's question, taking joy in being of use to anyone at all. Well, for once you don't have to make all of your melodies yourself - there are plenty of them written down and stored away. And there are lots of books that can teach you how to make beautiful music, but then you would have to know some of their music-related words, as well as the notation. It's really handy if you have a melody in your head but just can't seem to get it out of your fingers. Her green eyes shone with passion as the words exited her mouth, riding on a voice which was calm and excited at once. Bending her neck slightly, Mew looked at the femme in front of her in a puzzled way, but not openly so. It could easily be interpreted as simply paying attention and showing interest. So she had helped Lubomir, eh? He had never said anything about that, nor had he called out for the help of his mate. Having been abandoned by him once she wished to trust him fully, but sometimes she found that she couldn't. A tiny, green flame of jealousy sparked inside her before it was quickly taken out - she would not allow herself to think the thought. Instead she smiled and nodded, wordlessly agreeing to the statement she had put forward. Indeed, the library had a lot of music in it, and literally floating about that day, it seemed. They came to a halt, and the other femme looked to Mew for directions, without word. Moving her head to the left as if she pointed with it, she then took a few steps in that direction, moving towards a large building hidden below the top of the hill they approached. She'd not seen it the first time she had passed through this place, as one would have to stray from the network of paths around the area to find it. It wasn't really obvious that there would be something more ahead, but once the top of the hill was reached one could look down onto a very secluded building, although large, and somehow invisible to all its surroundings - hidden in its own private valley. Waving with her hand in its direction Mew half-ran down the slope (it was easier, as it was quite steep), before waiting at the bottom. It's right in here, in the largest room you enter. The door is pretty old and rotten though, so watch yourself when you enter. Three, four steps and she was by the door, soon right next to the old instrument which stood there as if a regent of the room. The only restored item in the whole house, it did truly dominate in terms of good looks. One hand easily lifted the cover of the keys and touched one of the keys of the treble, setting loose a highly pitched sound which rang in the room before disappearing completely. It was her baby, if an item could be such a thing. - Alexey Koios - 06-19-2009 [html]
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