Play the hours away

Sophie Hughes · 01-29-2012, 11:08 PM

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For Caprica! <3 Sorry it took me so long to start, lol :: Word Count → 451

Sophie waded through the crowds easily now, the feather Light had given her tied into the fur behind her ear and the bracelet she'd gotten from Hotaru clinking on her wrist. People had begun to recognize her, and moved out of her way when she approached, as she was too small to dart between their legs and jump over their feet like the other puppies there. She hadn't gotten to interact much with other puppies, despite Light's promise of there being some here, and Sophie was a little sad about that; mostly she didn't mind, though, as she was too shy to approach them on her own anyway.

Her brother, Boothe, had gone off to do his own thing today--ice fishing, she thought it was. He'd been eyeing the ones running the activity since day one, and seemed determined to learn the skill, though Sophie herself wasn't really all that interested. She preferred the arts and crafts tent, which was where she was headed just then, if only people would move just a bit faster. She was forced to pad along at the same pace as everyone else, though, and they seemed content to linger in the marketplace, pausing in front of stalls and browsing through merchandise. The small girl snorted in frustration, but was too bashful to speak up and ask them to step out of her way, so she was forced to endure the torment alongside them.

Not to say the fair wasn't exciting; she liked looking at the merchant's goods as much as any other curious puppy, but just now, she wanted to make pretty things of her own. Shifting her weight from foot to foot and prancing about like a nervous horse, Sophie gave a little whine, and wagged her tail as the woman who'd been in her way shifted forward slightly, leaving a space just slightly too small for her to squeeze through. Well, too small for Boothe, anyway; it was just right for Sophie.

The brightly colored tent containing the paints she so loved to play with quickly came into sight, and Sophie pranced forward, ducking past more people and having to pause a few more times as older folks simply stopped right in front of her, completely unaware of the impatient puppy at their feet. When she finally reached the tent, she gave a happy little howl of greeting, and dashed over to an empty space, plopping down in the area designated for painting, rather than drawing or crafting. She couldn't do either of those things, not having any hand-paws; but she could paint. And as soon as she was all set up in her chosen spot, she would do just that.

Sophie speaks Boothe Speaks

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Caprica D'Angelo · 01-30-2012, 05:55 PM

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After her first sortie to the crowded festival location, Caprica was tempted to return immediately, but first she'd had to rig up a travois, and then test it out. Her put-upon mare had managed to haul planks of cherry-wood well enough, so Caprica was certain she'd manage a few small boxes of luxury items.

So far, things were going well. None of her jars or bottles had smashed, probably due to the extensive packing with straw and furs. Already she'd rid herself of a rack of wine, and draped two new sheepskins over her horse's back - tied to a fence post, today, rather than risking turning her loose like last time. She trusted the mare to stand still for now, anyway. Even despite the rushing crowds. A particularly quick-moving piece of crowd rushed past in the distance, and Caprica stared. Could that really have been...?

She was nowhere near as small or nimble as Sophie, so she had a hard time following through the single-file stream of people moving from place to place, but her height came into its own as she stood on tip-toe and spied the little girl nipping into a canvas tent. Someone seemed to be trying to catch her eye, but the D'Angelo only had thought for one goal. She pushed past and ducked into the tent, almost tripping over her black velvet wrap which doubled as a scarf and skirt - today, a skirt. She then bent to tug it higher, realising floor-length drapery was not the style of choice in this tent: the floor was covered in paper caked in charcoal, paint and graphite. Caprica met the eyes of the luperci who seemed to be co-ordinating this chaotic area, and smiled to see him surrounded by eager artists-in-training, proffering their projects. It was a shame that for the tiniest, who would enjoy the messy activity most, they had no hands to hold the tools with. It was then she remembered why she was here, and took a closer look into the corners of the billowing-roofed tent. A small amber-brindle back caught her eye, and she grinned delightedly, moving to crouch by her little acquaintance. "Hey there Sophie! So you're planning to be an artist now, huh?"

Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

Sophie Hughes · 01-30-2012, 09:01 PM

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Sophie squirmed eagerly as a piece of the strange-smelling paper was put down in front of her, as well as a small palette of paints. Sophie didn't need much, as she was very careful with the amount she used; there was no need to be wasteful, after all. Before she could get started, one tiny paw lifted to pat gently at the paint, a voice sounded from beside her, and she turned her head, wobbling slightly from her uplifted paw as she blinked up at the dark wolf above her. It was Caprica! With a little grin and a wag of her tail, Sophie shuffled to a less dangerous position and set her paw down on the grass.

"Hi Caprica!" She chirped, and then looked down at her as-yet blank paper, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, I'm a painter! I make lotsa stuff!" She said happily, and nodded toward the spaces on the tent where her artwork had been hung, glancing around proudly. She was hoping to be able to take some of them home with her when the festival was over; but she couldn't roll them up and take them while they were wet, and she never stuck around long enough for them to dry. By the time she came back, they'd been given a place on the tent's inner walls, and she didn't want to ask for them to be taken down. That would be a bit selfish of her.

With a shy glance at Caprica, she flattened her ears and blinked at her friend curiously, tilting her head. "Are you a artist too? Wanna paint with me?" She asked hesitantly, and waved her tail a bit more. Boothe didn't like painting; he preferred the more athletic pursuits.

Caprica D'Angelo · 02-01-2012, 04:47 PM

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Caprica could not distinguish the girl's pieces from the others around the tent: most of them were good to look at though, in all manner of earthy pigments and tones, and they really lent a festive atmosphere to the interior. "That's great, dude. This place looks real pretty. I'm not an artist, but I met one in Aniwaya recently," she answered. He'd drawn her portrait, and been rather complimentary about it too. It seemed artists came in all shapes and sizes, though; little Sophie couldn't be more different to Light Goldenfeather if she tried. "I'm envious of anyone with art skills, it looks like fun but I ain't much good with a brush or pen - it's harder than it looks!" she added, meaning to praise the girl for her endeavour. Ever-encouraging, that was Caprica. "Maybe you could show me how to get started!" she suggested. "Do we have to decide what we're painting first, or just go right ahead?"

Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

Sophie Hughes · 02-01-2012, 05:25 PM

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Sophie wagged her tail happily as Caprica commented on her art, and then went on to say the whole tent was pretty. The young girl nodded in agreement, looking around at the other, more coherent pieces that people had put together. Her own were little more than blobs of paint on paper, but she was learning; once she could actually hold her utensils, she had no doubt that she could become quite good at this. She blinked up at Caprica with a little grin, wagging her tail and then shrugged, somewhat embarrassed by the hidden compliment.

" 'S easy!" She protested, and as the older girl asked her questions, Sophie smiled brightly. "Nope, y'just do this!" And she lifted her paw, balancing precariously as she very carefully patted at the paint, and then placed her paw firmly on a corner of the paper, holding it there for a moment with a look of intense concentration on her face before lifting it. A bright red paw print rested firmly on the paper, and she grinned brightly at her friend, shifting a bit so there was less of a chance of her falling over into the paint, her paw still raised--she couldn't put it down or she'd get grass on the picture; she'd learned that one the hard way.

"See? No brushes or pens or nothing! Just paws!" She giggled, and wiggled her ears excitedly, pawing at the air between them. "Now you try?"

Caprica D'Angelo · 02-07-2012, 06:58 PM

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Suddenly it all became clear which were Sophie's pictures: the ones composed of colourful footprints. Or, well, some of them- Caprica had no doubt that a skilful tracker could have worked out from the pup's individual pawprint which were hers and which were other children's pieces, but Caprica was not as learned in this field as she could have been. "I get it," she smiled at her tiny friend. "So anybody can do it! Now that's my kinda art!" Leaning forward she immersed her hand in a puddle of purple before transferring the sticky extremity to the same piece of paper. Her mark besides Sophie's looked simply immense - really, Caprica had very unladylike hands and her paw filled the entire rest of the sheet. She glanced apologetically at the girl. "Uh, I guess this one is finished now!" Peeling her hand away, she sat back to admire the work. Little and large. Anybody looking at it would think she was Sophie's dad.

"I'm gonna need a bigger paper! Or hey… wait…" The D'Angelo grabbed another sheet with her clean hand and put her five purple fingers in the centre, arranged with the longest two spread apart at the top and the other three bunched together at the bottom. When she lifted it up, the arrangement was odd, but she managed to see a picture in it anyway. "That look like anythin' to you?"

Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

Sophie Hughes · 02-09-2012, 08:50 PM

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Sophie grinned and wagged her tail happily as Caprica went at it with gusto, and sidled under her arm to pat her paw in some more green. As her friend put down a bright purple handprint, Sophie hopped, or rather limped a bit, over to another corner of the page and put down another footprint, right next to the first one. Caprica's hand took up most of the space, and she rubbed her nose along her arm thoughtfully, wrinkling her nose a bit when it was decided the paper was most probably finished off now. "New paper, please!" She agreed, and set about licking her paw clean as Caprica moved the papers about and set a fresh one down in front of them.

As the new paper was set down, Caprica was quick to set her fingers down again, and as the mark was finished Sophie looked at it curiously, her ears swiveling atop her head before flattening out to the sides. Caprica claimed there was a picture there, but Sophie couldn't see it. Maybe it was a face? It sort of looked like one, although it could be a pawprint as well, she supposed. Really, she just didn't know, and so, with a slightly wide-eyed, frightened look, she took a wild guess. "Umm...is it a paw...?" She wrinkled her nose a bit, and tilted her head, planting her clean paw in some yellow paint. Her whole paw-pad, including the surrounding fur, was soon covered in yellow paint, and she limped to the paper and pressed her paw against a corner, squinting at it a bit before she did another yellow print, careful to avoid the other half of the paper where Caprica had done her painting. It was harder to share the paper than it was to use it by herself; she didn't know whether she was taking up too much room, and usually she'd have begun with the careless abandon by now, simply patting both paws in the paint without cleaning her paws in between and walking all over the paper. Leon didn't like when she came to paint; he always had to bathe her afterward, and Sophie hated baths.

But she liked painting enough to put up with it.

Caprica D'Angelo · 02-26-2012, 06:45 PM

Caprica giggled. All the puppy paintings in the tent were paws, and so there hadn't been much to choose from for Sophie when making her guess. "Believe it or not this one ain't a paw! I was trying to make a face!" she explained. She pointed at the two dots, "Here, the eyes…" and then the clump of three fingers underneath, "and a nose." The rest of the wolf was missing, though and she wouldn't know how to fill it in. Thankfully Sophie was already adding some yellow splotches. "Hey look, it's a sunny day for our wolf," Caprica imagined, and found some blue paint to smear a line above the 'face'. "Here, this is the beautiful summer sky!" Her voice was wistful. She'd almost forgotten what summer was like..

Sophie Hughes · 02-27-2012, 04:11 PM

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Sophie's ears flattened out to the sides of her head in confusion as Caprica explained it wasn't a paw, but a face that she'd made. The young girl leaned forward so that she could get a better idea, and then wrinkled her face up, tilting her head a bit. She couldn't...quite see it. And then her tiny yellow paw made the "sun", and she thought it was a bit clearer. Caprica smeared bright blue over the face's head, and Sophie wrinkled her nose again, looking up at her friend with confusion. "Um, summer?" She asked tentatively, staring at the blue 'sky' curiously. She'd never heard of summer; spring, sure, that was when all the flowers came out--according to Trigger, anyway--but summer? What sort of thing was that? Was it like autumn, when all the leaves fell? Was it like winter, when the snow came? Was it a season at all? She looked up at Caprica with a calculating look, her ears swiveling slowly atop her head. She wanted to know what this odd thing was.

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