smile that way

China Rose Lykoi · 01-17-2011, 03:55 AM

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SoSuWriMo: 700

Deviant cornflower blue observed twin eyes similar in hue to their own, with a startling sense of longing and wonder. China longed for Shiloh to like her present. No, China longed for Shiloh to love her present. If the ivory female cast it aside, then China had no idea what she would do. She'd never been rejected before; Never never never. Always, her subtle but sinuous charms had woven themselves to perfection, and like a moth caught in a spider's web, the victim was left only to be enthralled. The silvery girl smiled, a perfectly innocent smile, but the hand holding the flower trembled in slight.

She didn't have to wait long. As soon as the ivory girl had fixated her gaze on the peach and cream offering, China knew that she had her snared. It gave the hippiechild immense delight to watch as the other girl tentatively stretched out slender fingers towards her offering. The butterfly, done with the antics of the peculiar twolegged creatures in his midst, wafted away with an air of beautiful snobbery. An amused chuckle left the clay and silver girl's maw as her slanted eyes followed the critter's daft progress, over to another bunch of coral and terracotta flowers. Then, stolen by the sweet voice, her mischievous sights returned to their previous affliction.

"It's perfect," came the soft admission, and the Lykoi princess' smile grew immeasurably. One day, perhaps, Shiloh would realize the fallacy of that statement, as blatantly as China had. Nothing in this earth was perfect. The Earthmother made it so - Every creature, every small detail, was flawed. And that was what made their world so intensely beautiful. Each flower was blessed with an uneven number of petals, each mammal gifted with an unusual trait to call its own, each sentient being presented with the opportunity to formulate their own future - That was the imperfection, and the utter freedom, that China so adored. Because the whispered statement was so outrageous, and amused the lovechild immensely, she giggled softly. Oh, Shiloh intrigued her so! How could one creature so beautiful, so charmingly flawed in her design, be so enamored with the idea of perfection?

Delicate white fingers grazed her own tan-blushed hand, as the flower was taken oh-so-carefully from China's light grasp, and inspected as one would an invaluable diamond.

A growing impatience made China shift her weight from one foot to the other, like a small kid waiting to unwrap a present. If Shiloh took much longer, the silvery girl was going to shove the thing behind her ear herself... Aha, at last! The petals sat sweetly against the hybrid's glossy hair. The Lykoi princess clapped her hands excitedly, a merry smile curving about her impish maw once more. "Oh, Shiloh! You look absolutely-" DELICIOUS! Wait, where did that thought come from? "... Absolutely beautiful! It suits you nicely, love, it does, it does!" That merry smile again, her features entranced by the ivory girl's obvious pleasure.

Startled from her merry-making by the sudden question, China blinked her thick lashes for a moment, considering the other girl carefully. Then, with much ceremonial caution, she removed the small reed pipe from the bandages on her upper right arm, and held it out for observation in the palm of her hand.

It was a simple instrument, but lovingly formed - The wood polished till it gleamed warmly in the cool wintry light. It had only 4 key holes and a mouth-hole, and was about the length of her hand, but with it China could play an impressive myriad of notes, using various techniques and wind pressures. It truly was her most favorite item in the entire world, perhaps the only object she had an attachment to, and the silver-dappled girl valued it with her life. "This," She said carefully, turning the object over so that Shiloh could see the small vine pattern etched into its other side, "Is my pipe." With a neat flourish of her hand, she twirled the instrument between dexterous fingers before lifting it to her lips. With the gentlest of blows, a sweet sound ebbed from the instrument; the butterflies responded by lifting to dance into the air.

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