Explorers, Unite!

Sylvie Ciel · 02-26-2010, 11:11 PM

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OOC: Tongue Alainey Laine, whenever you return, feel free to jump in! <3

WC: 640

Gems of deep violet glinted in the sunlight as their owner nodded to herself in satisfaction. Whoever had made the leaf pile no longer seemed to be around... and she preferred it that way. Being alone often lead to the best times of day- silent time. This was when the wind would sing and dance for an invisible audience, the ocean would laugh and tell jokes, and the trees would whisper among themselves about their entertaining neighbors. This was the time Sylvie would be the farthest back in thought, remembering all the old days- back in Florida and just after her arrival in Cour Des Miracles. From the past, her mother's haunting tyrant behaviors, her adopted father's disgusted glares... and from the present and recent past, wonderful smiles and gleeful playtime, glimmering shards of sunny hope and brilliant sapphire gems... a sigh escaped the child's maw as she lounged still farther back into her tree.

Complete opposites, it seemed her early life and current life were... pain and work versus praise and play time. Though one might never understand the full, terrible nature of Sylvie's scarred memories and twisted views, it was at least obvious her life now was far better than the one prior. Things never turned bad around here- even when she and Caillen had been confronted by a snake, Alaine, her now adopted mother, had swooped in and rescued them both from sure disaster. It was amazing, how she managed to slay the serpent in a single movement, leaving Sylvie speechless and Caillen... on the ground. Chuckling as she thought back on this, the girl was thankful once again that Caillen was back at the Hotel and not out with her today. If he fainted like that in the face of danger, they would never get anywhere past the treeline surrounding the hotel without Alaine's supervision. Imagining a 'family' trip out to see her sister, Ruri, Sylvie slipped back into the real world again, a chilled wind biting at her exposed ears.

Mismatched harks flicked forward suddenly into the breeze, picking up on some kind of chanting... or... singing? Blinking thoughtfully, cream maw directed itself towards the source of the sounds, little chocolate nose picking up on a strange scent. Though it was unusual, this scent was not unfamiliar- there was one just like it around the Chien Hotel from time to time. Perhaps this was one of the inhabitants? As the singer grew closer, the singing grew louder, and Sylvie became able to make out words... Harks swiveled forward as it became apparent the song was in french. Sylvie listened and understood the words, being near-fluent in French, but found that the common translation didn't quite make sense to her. It sounded silly, this strange song- especially in English- but, Sylvie decided, for someone to be singing it, it had to mean something to them, right? All attention focused on the moving brush before her, not a single muscle moving. Who would emerge...?

The 6 month old lilac collie watched with interest as a younger pup, some sort of hybrid, appeared from the direction of the hotel, stopping to survey her surroundings. One eyebrow arched as the she-whelp took note of the lounging Sylvie and set a course straight for her, apparently over her singing habit. Half-amused, half-interested, the older girl stood up from her sprawled position, all four of those soft white paws firmly upon the crinkling leaves she had scattered earlier. Thoughtful now, Sylvie searched for her manners... but in which language should she address the younger dog? She obviously spoke French... but did she know any English?

Deciding to find out, Sylvie offered a mixed greeting to the red and white hybrid approaching her. "Bonjour miss," She began, watching for a response from the fiery female. "Mon nom est Sylvie Ciel. What's yours?"

Talk. Think. Walk.

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