05-01-2009, 05:28 PM
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Sexy table made by Kristinababe!
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.
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.