You'll find enchantment here.

Giselle Fantasia · 08-11-2011, 01:35 AM

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WC: 837. Backdated to the 9th maybe? THIS IS A VOMIT THREAD OF RAINBOWS AND GLITTER AND HAPPY. But it makes me happy. Set in the southern parts of Rabbit Lake, on the Manor side. Mid-afternoon. Also, feel free to pp in your post if need be since you gave me permission here :x.

Crickets of the evening were still chirping when Giselle awoke, stretching and looking out the window. She had always been more of a morning person, and when the realization of today's excitement finally clicked in her brain, powder blue eyes widened and she nearly leaped out of bed. "Today's the day, Tux!" She said to the half-sleeping animal, barely draping a coat around her as she swung the balcony doors open to the early morning, and began to sing lightly, almost like a lullaby. It put the chocolate stoat back to sleep, even as a few songbirds flew in from the balcony and began chirping alongside the young woman. Giselle turned and began to lay things out on the floor and the bed, fussing over small details under her breath. Articles of clothing and other things flew, landing on the sleeping stoat and jarring him awake. Giselle barely breathed out an apology before she remembered the food, and fluttered out the door and left it ajar.

Soon the pale girl had put her hair up high and donned an apron that morning to prepare for the afternoon meal, with the help of some songbirds that had flown in to awake her with song. In the kitchen they passed things to her, from ingredients to utensils, while Giselle sang a merry tune and had several wonderfully smelling things cooking by the late morning. Occasionally the commotion and the scents had brought on a few pair of eyes into the kitchen, but not the emerald eyes that would have made her heart skip in anxiety. While the ivory princess would have loved to share with the other Dreamers in the mansion, it would have to wait for another day. When the cooking was complete, she wiped a hand across her brow, her fur smudged with assorted foodstuffs. However exhausted she was, though, her face was bright and her eyes smiled when she took the covered food and placed it into a worn basket. Giselle's only worry now is if her companion on this day's venture would like what she had prepared.

And all the while that the young woman prepared herself for the day's venture with the knight-to-be, she sang a myriad of songs. It was nothing out of the ordinary, for she was known to burst into song whenever her heart felt the need. Her dress in the making, the pink one with white accents, was still unfinished, for the incident with the bobcat just a few days prior had broken her heart and left her worried. Luckily, though, Cambria was there to help, for which Giselle was grateful.

Nevertheless, the blue-eyed damsel made slight modifications to the dress, doing what she could to the unfinished article of clothing. As it hugged her lithe form, Giselle twirled and twirled some more around her dust-speckled mirror, admiring and yet judging her work. The train was removed, and replaced with a white sash tied into a bow at the back. It was a more elegant gown that went down to her calves, still easy and comfortable for her to move in.

When she gave a final nod of approval to her look, a few songbirds fluttered in carrying a few small, pale yellow flowers. "Oh, why thank you~" She said, cupping her hands as they dropped them into her delicate palms. Placing them high into her hair, pinning it back, strands of hair fell in ringlets around her face and neck, bouncing with each motion. The afternoon light streamed into and around the mansion by the time Giselle was prepared. The picnic basket was full and covered with a checkered blanket 'Elle managed to find, along with a book and other things tied to the satchel at her waist. She knew she would not need to bring the frying pan along today as a weapon, for she was sure her tall companion that day would be enough defense if anything were to happen.

Turning, she watched as Tux, her other brave companion, moved to get up from his bed, and she stopped him. Small hands reached out to pet the stoat, telling him that she would rather him stay here with his injury. Though he fought a brave battle with the bobcat, Tux was still lightly limping from the incident. Though nothing major was broken, 'Elle worried for her dear little friend. Giving him a quick kiss upon his coffee and cream colored head, she picked up her things and shut the door behind her.

With a deep breath, Giselle made her way up the steps of the Mansion, and knocked on the door that belonged to Silvano and his family. A slight blush powdered her cheeks as she did so, out of embarrassment to have to check and see if the Sadira boy was ready. When the door creaked open slowly, the tall shadow of the young man fell over her. She beamed up at him, as much excited about their outing as she was nervous. "Ready to go?"

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Silvano Sadira · 08-12-2011, 11:42 PM

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Silvano could hear her humming, singing, and cooking all the way from his room. But it was not hard to know what she was up to, especially when he had gone down into the library to pick out some books to take with them on the picnic. It had been rather nerve wracking, just to try and find a book that would please the young woman. His last had made her cry in sadness over the original fairy tales of the old humans. He had a difficult, difficult time trying to find a good book, especially one that fit his criteria. No sadness, no death, nothing of the like. It had to be bright, and bubbly; just like her. He found his stories, but they were not all entirely happy. But Silvano was positive that Giselle would not mind. On top of which, he had taken the time to go to Halifax, and find the shop he had broken into. All to find her a gift.

He spent the better part of the day sitting in his room, just listening to Giselle singing downstairs, in the kitchen. Most of that time, the young man smiled absentmindedly as he wrote the note in a solid hand, and then placed it over the gift. That he wrapped in a colorful, thick, cloth as a sort of wrapping. Humans used paper, but that was far too precious just to use on this. How humans ever wasted so much of it on something so silly, the young man would never know. So, instead, he just tucked it away, behind his books so that Giselle wouldn't see it.

Silvano was nervous. This picnic had been entirely her idea, when he had come to apologize late at night. He could hardly say no, after coming to say his sorries for a stolen kiss. If it was something that would return their relationship to normal, to what it was before the night in the library, he would do it. But the moment the Sadira finished wrapping her gift, putting it away, and then taking it out again to stack the other books on top of it, he did not know what to do. He stood there, changing the order of the three books. Nothing worked, even as he eyed the stack only to change it up a moment later. It had to look perfectly normal, so that Giselle wouldn't pay any attention to the wrapped one. Hopefully she wouldn't, and just regard it as something he brought along.

He slipped out of his room and into his parents' room. His mother had an old mirror, but it was clean and clear. In his hand, the young man held the only comb he owned, and fumbled with his hair. It was a messy flop of hair, and he tried his best to make it look alright. But the ringlets Silvano's locks always twisted into refused to be tamed. All he had managed to do was get out the knots and shine them up. He furrowed his brows, green eyes staring in dismay at his hair. Whose genes gave him such an unruly brown mop? Growling at his own reflection,Silvano skulked out of the room. The mirror received a disgusted glare from the mottled male. In his room, the young man tossed down his comb on his small table and shut the door behind him with an almost angry slam.

Time slipped by, and the sun crept higher toward noon, and Silvano still heard noise downstairs. Stretching his long body on the bed, he crossed his arms under his head and stared at the ceiling. He knew what he expected of the picnic, but half of it made his face heat up as he thought of it. Imagining it only made the heat hotter. Finally, sick of his mind, the young man curled into ball and shifted to his side. The smooth wall reflected his fur's colors, white as it was. One day, he would beg Mati's help to paint his bedroom wall. She was so good at her work and his room was still so bare with only a chair, table, bookshelf, and his bed. Emerald eyes turned to a sliver as his lids closed, mind fighting to imagine the less than appropriate.

A knock on his door roused him from his half-sleep, and he groggily rose, glad the ceiling was high enough to accommodate his height. Giselle was at the door. The petite young woman was grinning at him and he couldn't help but fiddle with his hair. With a quick scoop, he took the three books into the crook of his arm and smiled at her. "Yes, let's get going," he said simply, wishing to take her hand but figured it was more than he could handle."You look.. really pretty, by the way..," he managed to fumble out, awkward as he was. It was hard to admit that Silvano paid attention to how the young woman looked. It was embarrassing, especially since she had been rather dismissive of his kiss in the library. It was just an innocent compliment that meant nothing but what it had sounded like. She was very pretty. How could he ignore it?

Giselle led them away, skipping along as she always did. Silvano found himself watching her figure more and more, and when he realized it, he flushed hot and focused on the trees ahead of him. It was hard to ignore the fact that Giselle was pretty and he was male after all. It was hard to ignore. But he bit pack his frustration and embarrassment. "Where are we going?" he asked, sporting a goofy grin to boot. "You aren't lost, are you?"Oh the trees, how... green they were. Even so, Silvano found his eyes wandering to look at Giselle bobbing beside him. All the while, he clutched at the three books he had brought, glad that she never asked about the covered one. Even so, he worried about drawing attention to it too early.

Giselle Fantasia · 08-13-2011, 01:42 AM

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WC: 613. SMASHING. You know, you have to admit that Nigel had an impressive mustache.

A smile remained painted on her face, though it was genuine. Heat rose onto her pale face when he complimented her, but Giselle was sure he was trying to be the gentleman. "Well thank you~" She lyricized, tucking ribbons of stray hair away from her eyes. The young woman would never admit to having spent so much time to get dressed that morning, for in the back of her mind she worried about what he would think of her outfit. It never occurred to Giselle before to care about what others thought of her colorful dresses and girlish get-up, but on that day it did. Her shoulders slackened a bit, relieved that a part of her anxiety diminished.

And yet it remained, the butterflies in her stomach, which made the dark haired girl antsy and unable to sit still for very long. Even as they began their trek towards the lake, Giselle looked for the place she thought would be perfect. As they walked in the general direction she knew about, close to the lake's edge all the while, Giselle attempted to keep herself busy by dancing, twirling, and thinking of anything else but her worries. The naivety of the girl, coupled with the need to distract herself from looking at the male who walked alongside her, kept her from noticing the books he clutched or the way his emerald eyes kept on her form.

Powder blue eyes spotted something colorful ahead in the brush, and the ivory damsel rushed towards it. Setting the picnic basket down for a moment, without much thought she reached her hands out towards the shiny oval object, until it moved and startled the girl. It was a large beetle, and immediately it beat its buzzing wings and disappeared. Giselle gasped in surprise, and without realizing it she backed away and into the tall boy. "Ah!" She said, reacting by recoiling sideways. Her small hands flew up to her lips in embarrassment, staring wide-eyed at him. Opening her mouth to apologize, he already began to speak, plastering a toothy and comical grin on his face.

Giselle couldn't help but giggle at the expression, her form stooping to pick up the basket again. "Of course not, we're almost there~" Giselle said, taking a few steps ahead of the boy and turning to face him, the bottom of her dress spinning in the motion. She began to walk backwards a few steps, clutching the basket in both of her hands. "What sort of enchanting books did you bring along?" The young woman spoke, without really knowing that her literature differed greatly from the young man's. The pale princess spun on her toes again, now walking forward side by side with the tall boy and looking up at him. His messy orange locks, she noticed, didn't seem as messy that day, but it was hard to tell from where she stood. Silvano was remarkably tall, after all.

Before she could await his answer, however, Giselle's head turned and her face lit up when she recognized the open area. "We're here!" Her voice was filled with glee, as if it were about to burst at the seams. With a happy squeal, she skipped on ahead to the water's edge. The area chosen for their resting spot was full of lush, green grass, the trees circling around the spot and providing ample shade. Small flowers peeked out from among the earth, making the place as beautiful and soft as if untouched and undiscovered. Until now. 'Elle set the basket down and began to admire the place, moreso than when she first laid eyes upon it, and drank in the perfect scene of nature.

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Silvano Sadira · 08-13-2011, 10:39 PM

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Giselle skipped ahead, and the young man smiled at her back, then laughed as she jumped back in surprise from a butterfly. She turned around in surprise as she bumped in him, and Silvano almost took her by the shoulders at that. His mind was having a fun time imagining what he could do. Shaking his head slightly, the young man gave her a slight grin at her question. His emerald eyes shot down at the pile of books before him. Honestly, it was rather surprising that she did not ask about the wrapped one at all. But before he could so much as open his jaws and even prepare to answer her, she exclaimed their arrival.

This was either going to be the most painful picnic he had ever had, or one of the best in his life. Silvano's head just needed to stop thinking about things that did not fit with Giselle, especially since she was so bubbly. And she seemed naive as well. But he was too. All he knew came from books or from what he had been told by his relatives. This was all such new ground that there was not even a traveler's guide to help him find his way to the nearest attraction. So, he walked on edge, trying not to fall off the road he couldn't even see beneath him. Silvano was happy to spend time with her. Maybe he would even forget about why he was nervous, and why he felt warm all over the entire time so far.

Emerald eyes scoped out the landscape; it was truly pretty. Beautiful, even. The light was casting a warm light on the world and the grass seemed so lush beneath his feet. It felt almost soft to his touch. Crouching, he grabbed at the grass, the green beneath his fingers thick. The scent of cut grass reached his nares as he pulled out the grass and let it cascade between his digits back to the ground. Rising, he smiled broadly. "It's beautiful..," he said absently, watching the water sparkle. Giselle painted a pretty picture here too. It was like a fairy tale.

Silvano sat down beside the basket and put aside his books, away from Giselle's gaze. At least now his legs would hide the wrapped one from view. "Come on, show me what you did today," he said, almost jokingly. He knew she had spent all day cooking.. Of course he wanted to see!

Giselle Fantasia · 08-14-2011, 12:02 AM

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WC: 511. I was BLARGHARGHARGHA this way. Feel free to pp the day moving on if you want, it don't matter to meeeee.

The day was so beautiful, so perfect, that when Giselle stood there in the sunlight she lifted her head up, closed her eyes, and opened her arms up to the world. How she loved the day, and more important the world she was given the opportunity to see. It felt almost wicked to say that, for it also meant she did not miss her papa, but the young woman did each and every day. Still, Giselle was thankful to see nature at its grandest, and today it would be shared with a dear friend.

It seemed that the spot captivated the boy too, for he muttered something the ivory girl could not hear, and she opened her eyes once more and glanced his way. "It's just wonderful, isn't it?" Giselle commented, powder-blue's sparkling with joy. "Oh, if only Tux were here. He'd love this, too." Her smile was a sad one, now, as she muttered under her breath. She missed the stoat already, but she knew it was best if he got his rest like Cambria had advised.

She shook her head, not wanting any sad thoughts to come to her this day. Her stomach grumbled, and yet it felt like it had tightened with several knots since she awoke that morning. Before Giselle knew it, the boy had sat down by the picnic basket and inquired of the contents within. With each step towards him she bounced, dress twirling around her figure. The dark haired girl took a seat on the other side of the basket, legs out in front of her as her upper half sat up straight.

Her snow white face brightened, listening to the sounds of nature around them. "I hope you like it~" She said with a glimmer of wonder, removing the blanket that covered the food and setting it down between them. The last thing she wanted was for the food to get caked with grass and dirt. One by one she took the contents out, beginning with a bowl of dark blueberries, wild blackberries picked from the hills, and small tart apples as a light snack. Then Giselle carefully lifted out the large cooked hare, stuffed with grains and subtle seasonings for taste. Half a tender ptarmigan, the other half prepared as the injured stoat's food that day, was brought out next. It was surrounded by wild asparagus and legumes to make up for the small side dish. Finally, small, sticky sweet cakes were brought out next, somewhat flattened without the use of yeast as well as by the other contents of the basket, ground with a mixture of acorns, wild cranberries, and sweetened with maple syrup.

When all was set out, clouds of the succulent meal wafted into their noses and into the open summer air. Giselle looked up, hoping it was enough, but what she also hadn't realized was to ask Silvano if he even cared for cooked food, as she did. "Will this do?" She breathed, almost not wanting to hear the answer as her heart beat anxiously in her chest.

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Silvano Sadira · 08-20-2011, 10:16 PM

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He wondered what had happened to the stoat; she had never said anything about what had happened. But she was not crying, so he was probably a bit hurt and nothing more. Not that he minded too much of that little thing's absence. He was a little bit of a bold thing, always getting in the way. And Silvano was sure he would not like the two of them acting the way they were likely to. Possessive little bugger.

When the girl opened the basket, he gaped at it in sheer wonder. Silvano knew she had been cooking up some kind of storm in the kitchen that day, but he had no idea that it was something so ridiculous. The food looked lavish and it seemed as though she really knew her cooking craft. The spread was so varied and smelled so good that the young man had to fight his urge to just grab the small pigeon sized bird, even if it was already half gone to that stoat. The aroma drafted up at him and his mouth watered at the smells; it just smelled so phenomenal that he had no idea what to say to her. It was a full meal, bigger than anything he usually had. More often than not, he caught a hare, and roasted it in the kitchen, then ate it. But this. This was like catching elk and roasting it in the yard for all and everyone bringing side dishes.

"I.. this..," he stammered as a broad grin formed on his face. "This is amazing, Giselle." He looked at her with shining green eyes. "I had no idea you could do this kind of meal. Heck, I had no idea anyone could. I've seen human recipe books and all, but this is quiet amazing." He gazed back at the meat, then at the young woman who sat beside him. "How do you know how to do all of this?"

Giselle Fantasia · 08-20-2011, 11:17 PM

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There was excitement in the male's voice, and Giselle watched his reaction carefully. The emerald eyes before her shined in the sunlight, but they also reflected the surprise at what she brought. Ivory cheeks became as rosy as the dress she wore when he complimented her, and a strange but genuine smile fluttered across her face. She clapped her hands together, expressing her own glee. "I'm so glad you like it!" He hadn't even yet tasted it, and that thought alone brought tightened the already twisting knots in her stomach. "Help yourself, as much as you'd like~" she said as invitingly as she could - the young woman knew there would be hardly any room in her anxious belly to eat much.

Giselle moved platters and trays around, pushing it closer to the male's direction. If the mahogany haired girl knew anything, she knew that males could eat. But she had also heard from her papa once that a way to a man's heart was through his stomach, but Giselle was sure she only did her best because it was all she knew. The young girl only wanted to make her papa happy, and keep that spot for her in his heart.

It seemed her thoughts were brought to the surface, as the Sadira male had asked about her cooking skill. She did not think it was much, but a soft and somewhat sad smile painted her features. Giselle stared at her hands that now rested in her lap, opening and closing them in thought. "Oh, I never cared much for.. raw meat," she began, keeping her gaze low. "So he told me that if I didn't like it, I should find food for myself. And I did, but I cooked it." Soft blue eyes shifted to look out towards the lake, sparkling in the late afternoon sun. "But then papa got sick.. and I.. had to do most of the cooking." And then, a soft laugh as she remembered the time, despite the sadness. "He would tell me he didn't like cooked food very much, though."

Giselle looked at the young man beside her, and seemed to grow a bit happier. "So I would tell him, 'You either eat it, or find something for yourself!'" The girl laughed slightly, remembering her papa's pouting face when his own words were tossed back at him, but she meant no harm. "But I could never do that to him. Even if he was stubborn, and did go to bed on an empty stomach, I always set out something for him. And in the morning, it would be gone."

She remained looking at the mottled male, her face glowing with the reminders of the past. As happy as those times were, they were also sad. Her papa would never be around anymore to mock at her for eating cooked food. She felt hot tears sting at the corners of her eyes, but she looked down and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Giselle knew how much Silvano hated to see anyone cry. After a moment, she looked up and around him, at the books that lay piled by his side. A pale hand reached for a piece of fruit as she inquired about his side of the deal. "It's your turn, now. What did you bring?"

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Silvano Sadira · 09-04-2011, 10:20 PM

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"Thank you," said the young man, beaming broadly in relief of her offer, though apprehensive about how to proceed. Silvano wanted to help himself to the meat; his hunger was pretty bad as he had not eaten at all that day so that he could save room for this picnic. But he could not just grab hold of the hare and rip a leg off of it and devour it in a ravenous hunger. It would not be seemly and Giselle would definitely not appreciate him acting like a wild animal. With his sisters, he would have joked and flicked grass at them, but he was being so very careful with this young woman. She was not like his sisters and he could not act the brother. Well, he could, but he felt like he shouldn't.

Giselle spoke of her father, and how she was raised. He noted the look of sadness, and the sound of it briefly in her voice. The man had been stubborn but it was clear that the two of them had a loving relationship. Giselle probably missed him. Silvano knew he would too if either of his parents died. But he could not think like that; his parents were going no where. And if he wasn't wrong, were those tears on the corners of her eyes? Before he could try and reach out to touch her face, the young woman brushed it away. His arm was slightly raised, but he tried disguising his movement by reaching for a stalk of asparagus.

Staring blankly at her with half a stalk sticking out from between his lips, Silvano ate the remainder of it in a hurry as he grabbed the stack of books with his clean hand. "I almost forgot about them," he said absently, brushing off a rogue bit of grass off the top of it. Placing it on the blanket before him, the Sadira youth picked the first one and showed it to her. It was the cook book of recipes he had found in the library. "I'm not sure if you found this yet, so I figured I would take it out for you." He placed it on the blanket and pushed it toward her, focusing on the next one. It was the book of fairy tales, not by the brothers Grimm, but by Hans Christian Anderson. "These are better fairy tales.. I think.. " He had skimmed them and they were not as gruesome. But his gift was what he wanted her to truly have.

Taking the colorfully wrapped book, the young man held it up to her. "I went to Halifax and found this just for you." He felt his face grow warm as he held out the book to the woman. It was a special book, about Sleeping Beauty, that went with a movie no longer able to be seen. His note was in it, an apology and a second line. But he hoped to god she would not read it now. It would make it weird for the picnic and he wanted to keep it casual. "Please don't open it here.. wait till after.. please?" Again, the Sadira shoved another stalk of wild asparagus into his mouth, to hide his embarrassment.

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WC: 593. SCARAMOUCHE SCARAMOUCHE. Giselle's a derp. OKAY. If you want, in your next post you can toooootally fast-forward it if you want. Or this thread might take forevah XD

It was plain to see on the dainty woman's face how much she missed her father. And she did, with all her heart, but she knew he was with her in spirit. He was the sun, the wind, and in the sounds of the world. Her heart went to the man who took care of her, and with him died his terrible, wicked secrets. It was then up to Giselle to figure out the world for herself, and so far it seemed like nothing was going wrong. She had made dear friends, and found a home she could call her own, able to come and go as she pleased. Though her heart would always ache without her papa, there was a little piece strung around the ivory girl's neck that was a piece of him, glittering silver in the daylight. A reminder for his little princess.

Her eyes looked up, unknowingly having traveled down towards the blanket beneath them, to see the male with a stick of asparagus in her mouth. She giggled at the sight, but watched with intense curiosity at the books he had brought. The young girl leaned in to get a better look, stray strands of dark hair curtaining her face once again. At the first, the cooking book, her sky blue eyes danced in her face. "Oh my goodness," she exclaimed, reaching out to touch the book lightly as it was pushed towards her. At the second, the young woman gasped, looking with interest at the painted cover. "Could we read it?" Her words tumbled out before she could think, already wanting to open the book and pour out its wonderful contents of the stories she adored.

But the Fantasia girl paused, and her eyes settled on the final and wrapped book. It was a wonder how she had not noticed it before, when he held them, but now it was presented before her in a plain bundle of cloth. Her mouth formed a small 'o', and her eyes grew large at the surprise. It was.. for her? "Oh, but I-" Airy words were cut short as he instructed her not to open it then and there, much to her curious mind. The wrapping could not hide the square outline of a book, but what it was interested her more. Facial features softened, feeling touched by the sentiment, but her eyes also had a hint of sadness in them.

Still, she took the book and placed it in her lap gently, as if it were an animal, so as to not offend him. "Silvano, I-- it's wonderful, thank you. But.. I did not bring a gift for you." It had been a surprise, of course, but a part of her wished she could give back. Her hands moved to touch the bound book, fingertips grazing the sides as light as a feather, feeling the soft cloth. 'Elle's smile was dazzling in the summer sun, showing her gratitude at the unexpected gift. "I won't, I promise." She had to reassure him, though her heart fluttered to know what could be inside. A brief thought crossed her mind, wondering if the Sadira male knew of Element and his vast library in Halifax. Twisting her upper body, the girl set the book down above her, away from the food, and nudged the meat towards him as she saw him reach for another stalk. Clearing her throat, her stomach still in knots, she looked back to the painted cover of the fairy tale book. "Can we read this one while we eat?"

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Silvano Sadira · 09-24-2011, 10:31 PM

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Silvano waved his hand at her, shaking his head. "No, no, no. Don't worry about it, Giselle." He almost flushed at the thought, that she ought to give him a gift. "I thought it was... appropriate. You know, after .. everything." He rubbed at the back of his neck, wondering if he ought to keep tip toeing around the subject or just let her forget about it. Silvano still could not forget the look on her face when he had kissed, and how hurt she had seemed. And still he could not help but keep burying himself further in a grave of his own invention. The note seemed to loom on his mind. But it was far, far too late to be taking it back from the woman. She would not take it kindly.

Forcing the awkward thoughts out of his head, Silvano smiled and nodded at her. They could read and enjoy the meal. Time went by and the sun slowly sunk ever lower in the sky. They read through several of the tails and talked plenty about them. The food was all but gone, satisfying the tall young man, and the delicate young woman. Silvano leaned back on his elbows, watching the sky changing colors. It reminded him of the paintings that Mati did, especially the ones that he had found in her and Cambria's room. "Giselle, you are a wonder." Silvano's voice was rather absent, but he was grinning like some kind of a madman. "Really. I couldn't imagine eating something like that before, let alone being able to make it." He gave a soft laugh, dropping down onto his back with hands under his head.

"Do you ever think 'bout the future?" he asked absently, looking up at the vague shape of the moon forming in the sky even though the sun was still above the horizon. Birds were chirping loudly as they were finding their nests and roosts. "LIke.. what will be? Where you'll end up?" Who you'll end up with?

Giselle Fantasia · 09-25-2011, 12:40 AM

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Laughter, chatter, and merriment were among the many choruses in the air, even until the sun slowly begin to set, stealing color from the world. Bird sounds were soon replaced by crickets, and the soft humming of calm lake water seemed but a whisper in the wind. Food was packed away and placed aside, the books stacked alongside it. Giselle had almost forgotten about time altogether, the world kept turning even though her own had slowed to a gentler pace, like a slow dance. Her body had relaxed, satisfied, and she found herself on her back, propped up by her elbows as she watched the greying skies.

As Silvano's compliment flew freely into the cooling air, she responding with a small giggle. However, a betraying flush powdered her cheeks, and for once she was thankful for the darkness. "Oh, it's not difficult. But.. I'm sure I can cook many different things with that book you gave me." The mahogany haired woman had yet to browse through the cook book, but her excitement at what she might find within made her body wiggle with mirth. Giselle remained in her position even as the large male lowered down onto the blanket, and her pale gaze wandered up to the pale moon above. Soon it would bathe everything in its white glow, and make the water before them glitter and dance.

Giselle was lost in the silence, until the young woman heard a strange question from the Dreamer next to her. The question was one she had not expected from him, and she turned to gaze down at the male, a curtain of curled hair falling down one side of her face. Her mouth opened to respond, but he wasn't finished. 'Elle bit her lip at the multitude of questions, but with all the books she grew up with, the pale princess knew the answers in her heart. "Oh, well.. I know that, someday, my prince will come," she said, hopeful. There was no thought as to who that would be, or when, but her heart's desire would be fulfilled soon. "But, I do hope to stay here, with the Dreamers. It's very lovely here."

The questions had got her thinking, however, and she tried to recall just how a prince found their princess and swept them away to their kingdoms. How would he know where she was? She was a princess, so her father had her believe, and that meant she'd have to live happily ever to a handsome prince. But the princess in her fairy tales was always taken to his kingdom, wherever that was. Crimson Dreams was beautiful, and seemingly perfect, but it did not belong to any prince. The female shook her head, barring the nearly awful thoughts from her head, and made to ask him the same; of his future, and that of his young colt, and where they would end up.

It was then that a glowing light fluttered towards them, from the woods behind. It made a gentle buzzing noise, but glowed a bright yellow-green and was all but still. In excitement, Giselle's hand reached out to grab Silvano's arm. "Oh Silvano, look! What is it?" The woman sat up, and pointed with her free hand towards the bug. It was something she had never seen before, but it was enchanting all the same. Blue eyes lit up as she watched it, and it landed on a blade of grass behind them, if only momentarily. Giselle twisted her upper body to watch it, and it seconds it took to the air again, and began to float back into the dark woods. "Let's see where it goes! Can we?" The young woman's excitement gave cover to the frightening woods, but she knew there was nothing to fear when there was someone else there to watch over her. The young girl moved to stand up, her eyes never leaving the spot where the glowing light had gone.

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Silvano Sadira · 10-01-2011, 08:15 PM

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The sky was slowly darkening above them, and the Sadira could not help but smile as she talked about her future, her prince. He knew she was not thinking of him when she said so, but that was okay with him at that moment. Neither one knew what would happen to each other, but Silvano so hoped that he was still a part of her future. And that the note would not scare her away from him forever. He just had to be smart about it and everything would be okay. "It's nice to have a dream like that," he said, voice rather dreamy about it. "I used to never have one, though I got one not long ago." He did not tell her what it was, nor would he if she should ask. But it was an impossible dream, quite impossible. Giselle would not understand. "Well, that and filling out the library more," he added with a laugh.

He shut his eyes against the glow of a setting sun, feeling the warmth receding rapidly. But an excited shout from Giselle made him jerk them open again, sitting up abruptly. "Wha-?" he answered automatically, looking toward the direction the young woman pointed. For a moment, he didn't see a thing, but then a light flicker appeared. The light was small, tiny. It made the Sadira smile broadly. "You've never seen a firefly before, Giselle?" he asked, incredulous about it. There were always so many of them here in the spring, summer, and fall, blinking and flashing to each other as the sun set and dusk set in. More flashed in the direction the young woman pointed too, as she rose in excitement.

Laughing, Silvano rose to his feet, and then took a risk. Grabbing Giselle's hand, he pulled her toward the fireflies, laughter following behind them as they left the picnic basket and blanket to enter the forest. Fireflies were everywhere the further in they got. They blinked all over, above and around. "I've never seen so many..," he said, dropping her hand as he looked up, seeing the dusky sky between the trees. The fireflies were closer to the ground, normally, but there seemed to be so many above them too.

Giselle Fantasia · 10-01-2011, 08:42 PM

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Excitement raised her high when she got up, and was eager to move. She felt a child again when she shook her head at his question. "A.. firefly? They're lovely~!" She chimed, in a voice that was like, and unlike, her very own. Soon after he got up, he joined in on her excitement, and could not help but laugh merrily when he grabbed and pulled her towards the dark forest. It did not seem as dark and as scary when she was with another, but the farther in they got the lights became more frequent, and brighter, and she could hear their soft humming through the leaves. She forgot about the lake, the basket, the books, and the world behind them as Giselle saw a blur of greens, yellows, and whites flash before her, but still she kept on running. As if on cue, though, she halted beside the male as soon as he stopped in his tracks. She almost did not feel his hand slip away from hers, for her heart beat wildly from their run, and her breath caught in her throat at what she saw swim before her.

The forest itself was alive, the glow of fireflies flickering along the earth and hovering up towards the sky. They made the shadows of the cool forest grass dance, and illuminated the dark pines that surrounded them. Lights wove in and out of places, painting the world and giving the night a set of new colors, pure and mingled. "Oh.. it's beautiful." She said, clasping her small hands together. It seemed as if the little bugs did not mind the new presence, as she felt the tickle of a few that landed on her snow white fur before taking wing again. Another bubble of laughter escaped her, feeling brave enough with all of the swimming lights around to step forward into the clearing, dotted with flowers that glittered with unimaginable colors thanks to the floating lights.

Giselle found herself stopping in the middle of it all, watching as the fireflies scattered at first, but then came dancing back, surrounding her in their glow. Her head was tilted upwards, seeing them float along the night sky. "They're like little stars," she murmured dreamily, finding her arms raising to the sky, palms turned upwards. Slowly she brought them together, and twirled once in a full circle. The folds of her pink outfit wrapped around each other, hugging her legs, settling just as she brought her arms back down to he sides. Giselle almost couldn't see the taller man when she lifted her gaze back to him, watching as the many colors of his fur were revealed. What was most impressive, though, was the glow of his vivid eyes, and the young woman suddenly found that she could not look away.

Silvano Sadira · 10-01-2011, 09:03 PM

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He distinctly heard her mention stars, but the Sadira was too lost in the moment to really pay attention. He watched the fireflies flit about, flickering in and out of existence. They did remind him of stars, until he raised a hand and felt a pair land on his fingers. The tickling sensation lasted briefly, and with a last little twinkle of light, they buzzed away from his digits to join the mass of fireflies. He waved an arm forward, slowly running it to and fro as fireflies parted for it, choosing to either land briefly or to move away. Laughter rang out as he felt a few land over his brows. Or did they just touch him? Scratching at the place, he found himself facing Giselle.

She looked at him with a curious gaze, and the Sadira felt himself warm at the sensation. She looked at him as though she were trying to take in every little bit of him, but then their eyes met and only the noise of nature reigned. He could hear the crickets singing, song birds heading to bed. Even an owl's hoot was audible in the distance as it left its nest of young ones for a nightly hunt. But it was all a moment in time, a few mere seconds. Silvano managed to snap out of the locked gaze the two of them held, and almost reached out to touch her face.

The motion of his arm changed almost last minute, as he held his palm up to her. Arm lowered a bit, he offered her his hand. This was all impromptu and sudden, but the Sadira did not mind for once. Planning ahead was what he did best, but sometimes.. things like this were so much more fun. "Would you like to dance with me?" he asked, voice accidentally getting lower, as though he were trying to sound huskier. It was an accident, but Silvano was glad it happened; it just made it all sound so much more appropriate. And he sounded less like a year and half, and more like he was a man fully grown in all aspects.

Giselle Fantasia · 10-01-2011, 09:26 PM

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It was like being in a dream, being witnessed by a thousand tiny lights. They were silent all but for the soft humming, which fell in chorus with the sounds of the early night. Darkness covered them, but among the forest floor it could not be seen. Giselle neither knew nor cared, as she saw the emeralds sparkle and draw closer, captivating her like a moth to a flame. That fire could be seen, and almost felt when Silvano drew up before the smaller woman, and Giselle broke her stare long enough to watch his arms carefully as they moved. Giselle stared back up at him again, their forms now only have a foot apart instead of half a world. A single ear moved forward as she heard his voice, in a tone unlike she had heard before from the man, but it was pleasing all the same.

Words could not be formed upon her lips to answer him, so instead she stepped up towards the tall male, closing the distance between. Her nostrils caught the scent of fresh grass upon his fur, and the familiar smell of dust from books that yearned to be opened. Quietly the ivory damsel raised her left hand, aware then just how much taller he was than she, finding she would not be able to reach his shoulder without standing on his own toes. Instead, she her fingers were placed gingerly upon his right arm, and her eyes moved with her other hand as she rose to meet his open palm, pale fingers gently winding around his thumb as she had often dreamed of in her childhood. The Fantasia stood there, then, raising her head to look up at him as if not believing she were seeing him there, breathing shallow breaths as she felt her heart begin to snake up her throat.

Silvano Sadira · 10-01-2011, 09:56 PM

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She seemed almost surprised at his offer, and they stood in silence evermore. But it still seemed as though stories were being told around them, even when their lips spoke no such thing. Silvano felt his touch on his arm, relishing the sensation. She was too short to grab at his shoulder, but he knew this was just fine for a waltz among the fireflies of autumn. Her hand went on top of his own, and he cupped it gently as he had read he ought to. There had been dance books that he had read, only recently. And he knew what he had to do in this moment, in this moment with her.

He had his most dashing smile on his face as he looked at Giselle's pretty blue eyes. His heart was pounding in his ears, the only orchestra he could hear in his head. He had never heard an orchestra before, but he imagined the crescendo they could create in the forest. The fireflies were the candles of the ballroom, and the noises of nature the chatter of the watching crowd. The hand in his was small compared to his larger fingers, but he held her as gently as he could. Silvano placed his other hand on her waist, feeling his heart race more.

They began to move, his hand guiding her movements as he knew he ought to be doing. He had never danced before, but he had plenty of times in his sleep. The books made it seem easy, but it was harder than he thought. He made sure to avoid her feet and keep them moving smoothly. Her dress moved against his legs, but he kept up the fluid motions. For some reason, he began to hum, smiling down on Giselle; he only saw her.

The dance was not long, but it felt long. In a good way though. Silvano kept humming, and then spun her out slowly with a slight push on her waist, watching her dress twirl as she came back to him in a twist.

Giselle Fantasia · 10-02-2011, 01:51 PM

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Warmth had engulfed her like a soft caress, and suddenly she wasn't sure if she could hear her own heartbeat, or if it was his own. The young damsel seemed to forget the importance of breathing, making her chest beat furiously, but she was afraid to let in the air of reality, unsure if this was a dream or her fantasy in true form. Her own eyes studied his face, as if soon she would snap awake and all of this had never happen.. had never been written in her mind. Countless times had she dreamed of this, but his touch was warm, and his eyes were alive and honest when they swam in sky blue depths of her face.

And then he smiled, something else that she was sure she had imagined just then. It was not the same joy that painted his face at the look of his meal, or even the satisfying grin of finding just the right book, but something more. The young woman could hear nothing but their own breathing, which seemed as scarce as a small breeze, and she wondered if he could feel the creeping heat that painted her face and warmed her insides. But there was something contagious about his charming smile, something she never wished to see disappear, and she tried to match the radiance with her own. Never wavering from his soft green gaze, the young girl briefly remembered how she danced with her father, when she would put her feet on his own as he taught her the moves. And then it was only her, spinning around with outstretched arms, watching her feet and how they slid along the floor.

Giselle could not say when they began moving, but when he did she found her feet. Time was forgotten, and all she could feel was the cool breeze along her sides when they moved as one. Lights shimmered and blurred around her, illuminating various parts and colors of their form, her hair and dress trailing along whenever they could. Their movements were fluid, and though Giselle tried to concentrate on her feet, she nearly found them floating on their own, as if they knew not to ruin a more perfect moment. The princess felt a soft hum reverberate in her chest, but it was his own humming that she could feel, to a tune all his own that she dare not break with words.

There had been something fulfilled, this night. A part of her was filling up like clear water, to the brim, and it was satisfying. Though there would be no tears, not even daring happy ones. There it was, a dream coming true, and Giselle was living it, letting it soar into the clouds and sew its remembrance like a silver lining. Though her painted picture was at a ball, all eyes on only her and her prince, the fireflies stood as witness. In her dream and much like that night, they would find steps and moves to communicate where words could not. And, in her dream, she would find her heart pulse in her throat and fall down in the pit of her stomach, and with each sweep she'd fall more in love with her prince.

But it was no prince now that cupped her hand, nor a prince who guided her along the forest grass and illuminated evening with a simple touch at her waist. No prince could ever wave away his kingdom for a few hours to sit among the grass and lay there until the stars dusted the greying sky. No, it was the man before her that smiled gallantly, and it was he at the ball of fireflies who asked her to dance. Her eyes almost wished this knight a prince, but all she saw were emeralds that shone like fire, unfaltering, and suddenly that wish did not matter. He was the male of charming royalty she envisioned, and she the lady with dreams in her head that only he could make true.

Then the prince had her spinning, his warmth retreating save for the brush of their fingertips, looking out into the flickering lights of onlookers. All colors spun around, making themselves known, the fireflies parting and swirling and dancing to their own tune above and around the pair. Before she knew it, she was drawn back to the flame, and her hand found his arm again, his large, steady fingers wrapped above her own small ones. As her dress wrapped around her calves and ringlets of her hair came tumbling forward when their bodies met, powder blues found emeralds once more, like the promise of forever, and the careful touch she had on the knight moments ago became a pressing hold, feeling just a bit more, yearning to be just a bit closer.

She found that their fluid steps grew shorter, and a sudden, unexpected wish had yet to be fulfilled. Giselle found it hard to part from his piercing gaze, that threatened to drown her in green flames, but when she did her head leaned forward, and snow colored fur pressed against the coffee cream hues of his chest. She was almost surprised at his warmth, feeling it against her cheek, though it could have well been her own face flushing. As if in effort for more of this satisfying flame, her left hand shifted and trailed a bit higher along his arm, and her fingers from her other hand pressed further into his dark palm. The young woman settled there, hearing his humming among their steadying, mingling heartbeats, not knowing what compelled her to move into his form, but Giselle didn't dare back away now.. for fear of realizing this vivid dream coming to an end, if there was one.

Silence, although welcome, was heavy, and with her latest action she felt the need for words, any words, to say to the man above her. "You are a lovely dancer," she complimented in a genuine tone, muffling the words into his fur. Breathing had slowed comfortably, swaying to a song that had been created all on its own, that night. A small, contented sigh escaped her lips, watching the dazzling, enchanted world being filled out before her in the form of a million little lights, feeling as if she had swallowed a lightning bug and sensing its simmering fire glow hotter within her.

Silvano Sadira · 10-02-2011, 03:20 PM

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The way the two of them moved seemed almost like magic. Silvano had never really danced before, and yet they were doing so phenomenally well. He could not look away from her, especially with his hand on her waist and hers on his arm. It was hard to ignore the heat he felt from her, which made his own face feel warm, but still serene. Silvano went through the paces, knowing the steps like the back of his own hand. They felt like a familiar friend he had met long ago, and Giselle kept moving smoothly along. He felt his own breath catch now and then, as though he was not sure it was happening either. When he had put his hand on her to push her into the twirl, he stopped breathing momentarily, missing the sudden absence of her warmth against him. It felt so nice, and it was just too good to be true. But how long could it last?

As long as her hand was in his, Silvano felt that everything was right. The fireflies parted for them, and he could imagine they were calling out praises to their dance in the dark. They called it graceful, beautiful. Magical. He could almost hear them utter to another that it looked so perfect. Because it felt so damn perfect. Every time her dress ruffled against his legs he smiled a little more brightly, captivated by the way her sapphire eyes seemed to look into him. It felt like she had never really seen him before, and never really known who he was. But, it just didn't matter to him how she saw him before; she saw him very clearly now. And he may not have been the prince charming she was expecting, ruler of a magnificent kingdom, but he was tangibly real. He was a good dancer, too.

Silvano could tell the dancing was winding down as they both slowed. And suddenly Giselle was against him, and he found himself surprised and almost paralyzed by her presence. But he managed to overcome his embarrassment and shock to move his hand on her waist to the small of her back. He could feel her fingers shift in his light grip, and felt some hair on the back of his neck rise from her other hand rising up his arm. He tried his hardest to stabilize his breath, thinking it too rough and shallow. It would give everything away for sure.

When he heard her words, he let out a soft chuckle. "I've never danced before..," he said softly, his voice still that strange lower tone. He rested his chin on top of her head, grinning as he closed his eyes, taking in the smell of the moment. She smelled so good, and she felt so good in his arms. "But I had a lovely partner." Yet, the moment had to end, for the clock was sure to strike midnight any moment. And Silvano did not want to wake up to find out he simply had the most vivid dream in the longest time. Slowly, he pulled her away, holding onto her arm gently. "We should probably go back and clean up." After this he knew that she would read the note and everything would change.

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In that brief moment, swept up by lights and merriment and dreams, there was no other place the young princess cared to be. No kingdom had ever been more perfect than those woods that glowed like stars, as if the sky had gotten a closer look at the world and graced all those present with its light. She felt the light touch of the lightning bugs that fluttered along their skin, and a shiver crawled up her spine when the male's hand moved around, holding her there. The ivory female wondered briefly if the prince had felt this stir of a dream, and wanted to hold on as long as possible, but any more words would only break the gentle surface.

He felt his chest move slightly as he laughed under his breath, a different tone than what she was used to hearing from this male. She was near to closing her eyes and losing herself in it all, but powder blue eyes popped open when he admitted his lack of skill. Giselle almost lifted her head to look incredulously at him, until she felt a soft pressing weight upon the dark waves of her hair, and thought otherwise. Her face lay pressed there, lingering in the scent that said everything about him, smiling into his lengthy fur. Even if he never danced in his life, Giselle could admit too that she never had a partner aside from her papa. Still, the pair had put aside all of that and moved as one.

And then, all at once, the prince was a knight again. She felt him pulling, and suddenly they were apart, save the connected his hand made on her arm. Softly, almost forcefully, she gazed up at him, and he was Silvano once more. The scholar with messy brown hair and an ever studious look on his painted face. And she was the young woman with a head full of hopes and dreams, yearning for her one desire in life. But now... now there was something more Giselle found under those stars, and could not - would not - put it into words. Though he was who he was, the male had at least made one of her heart's wishes come true. When she looked into his eyes once more, she saw it there, but there was also a twinge of sorrow. It reflected in her own powdered gaze, a full moment of sadness that the clock had struck, and all must be forgotten.

The feeling stuck in her gut, and her heart sank back to where it belonged. But sadness would not be an option on such a perfect night, and it had its enchanting ending. Quickly she tried to replace the emotion, head tilted up towards him with a full smile that lit up her countenance. "Oh, yes. Of course.." Her own voice seemed lost, and small like a child's would. Giselle nodded, if only to reassure herself, still not wanting to float back down from her cloud of mirth. She could not put into words what this day had meant to her, and so the mahogany haired woman expressed it.

Stepping forward, she lifted her arms to embrace him around the neck, but could only comfortably settle her hands near his collarbone and press the side of her face against his darker form. "Thank you," she whispered, just enough to be heard. And just as quickly that the warmth of his larger form embraced her she pulled away, feeling somewhat sadder, like closing a book she never wanted to end. Offering a small smile, she quickly stepped around him and made to head back towards the way they came. Giselle walked slowly, feeling her feet grow heavy despite how light on them she usually was, walking away from it all - the lights, the dancing; and the dream of the prince that had held her so close, and still so far.

Silvano Sadira · 10-02-2011, 05:09 PM

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It was entirely with hesitation that Silvano pulled himself away from Giselle. Suddenly, everything felt to be too cold and empty now that the two of them had separated. The fireflies seemed to start to fade into the darkness, as though they were all heading to bed, and back to their other lives. The ball had ended and they were leaving. But who was Cinderella tonight? Silvano felt her hand slip from his and from his hand, and he was forced to stand straight and let his own arm go to his own waist. "Thank you for the dance.. Giselle." It almost sounded as though the Sadira had more to say to the young woman, but he found that there was nothing he could say in good conscience. He should not ruin the night with words that Giselle didn't want to hear.

She suddenly hugged him, and the Sadira felt his heart stop in his chest. Then it started to beat again when she pulled away. The two of them headed back to the picnic basket through the darkness, and Silvano could not help but glance at the young woman. He looked at the back of her head, and wanted to know so desperately what she was thinking of. But he could not ask her at all. No sound came from his throat as he turned his back on the fireflies. The memory was always going to be there, but the young man did not want to walk away from it. It had been something he had never experienced before. And it was far too good to miss out on. But he had to keep walking away with Giselle. And once she read the note, Silvano did not know what twist their relationship would take. He was sure she would have to say something to him about it.

When they reached the picnic basket, the two of them cleaned up quietly, stilling reeling from the experience of the dance. Silvano did not know what to say anyway. Only a few things were spoken between them, but they mostly walked back to the mansion in soft silence, holding the things in their arms.

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