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| Topic Started: Mar 16 2015, 03:22 PM (279 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Mar 16 2015, 03:22 PM Post #1 |
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Early Spring sometime (I jumped the gun) It was a beautiful day. The streets were busy and the city was full of life, full of people going here and there about errands, couples out for walks, kids playing bones and mumblety-peg and such off to the sides, and even a few peddlers scattered hither and yon. Flowering trees were at their peak, and the cobbled stones were carpeted in places with petals, which fell from their parents in gentle showers. Isabella watched the blossoms on the breeze with the smile of someone who has been proven right: "And people say it doesn't snow in summer!" She said aloud, her voice high and airy. In one hand she held a cloth napkin, wrapped carefully around two scones, in the other a cluster of such blossoms, which had broken off of and fallen from their tree. Her shoes had long since gone missing, and her minder was nowhere in sight. It happened, especially when things were as busy as they were today, and naturally she did not care. Her bare feet slapped the stones gently, sending up little puffs of petals as she skipped between walkers towards her favorite bench: it was in the square, and had a lovely flower-box behind it that curved around the sides. Budding daffodils were beginning to awaken here alongside the early-blooming crocuses, and fat little bees were lazily mining them for their nectar. She sat down amid the bees and flowers and fixed the fallen blossom cluster in her hair, never minding when those bees came to investigate it. Tiny birds picked around her feet and she watched them, enchanted, unfolding the napkin in her hand to pull some crumbs from her scones and sprinkle them about. She made a pretty picture on that bench in an short-sleeved ivory dress, skirts and petticoats fluttering around her naked ankles in the breeze, feeding tiny birds with flowers in her hair, but no one came to talk with her. Everyone knew who she was and that she had come from the asylum, and everyone knew she told strange stories and would prattle on for hours if they would only let her. But the birds and bugs and plants always listened, and didn't interrupt, and didn't get up to leave in the middle of a sentence. Well, sometimes they did, but that was okay, because they were never rude about it. "Here you go, here you go -- oh, you missed one! -- ah, here's a big fat strawberry piece for you! Wait! Hey now, it's not nice to steal someone else's berries..! Don't worry, I have another one here... there you are. Goodness, you're so tiny, how can you eat so much? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it -- you know they ask me all the time how I eat so many scones too, and I really don't know how to answer them. I tell them its because I burn it all off with all that flying around, but no one ever takes me seriously. Why on earth would they ask a question if they don't want an answer? People are very weird, you know." She sat back with a third of one of the scones missing, and began to eat it herself. The birds clustered around her feet and looked up at her expectantly, tipping their heads this way and that. "Ho now, you know if you eat too many crumbs you'll get sick. That's why they don't make scones for birds. If I drop some, though, you can have it -- but don't go jostling me for it!" It was at this point that Isabella finally realized someone was sitting beside her. Had they been there the whole time? Once more she leaned forward, a fresh smile upon her lips. "Hello." She held out the napkin. "Would you like a scone? There's jam in them. It's strawberry, though I do prefer raspberry, myself." |
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| Calliope | May 2 2015, 11:08 AM Post #2 |
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Trees rustled, birds cooed, and all around sang to the music of life. Flowers grew in abundant bundles through the light shade of green grass. Fluffy trails of white covered the blue canvas above, and a bird of pray soared before the sun, casting a shadow below. Eyes stained blue and green silently blinked up at the sky. Her gaze wandered down to a flower she held in her hand, and she silently wondered if there was a flower for every soul that had ever lived in the world. She shut her eyes, letting the sounds of the life around her hit her ears. A memory floated into her mind suddenly. Calliope sat on the very bench Thaleia sat on now, but there was someone else by her side; a blonde haired woman with brilliant blue eyes. "It's a beautiful day," she said, her baritone voice as soft as a whisper. Her fingers ran along Calliope's cheek. "It is," Calliope agreed, humming, a smile ever present on her bow-shaped lips. "As always." "We should go somewhere." "Where should we go?" Calliope placed her head on the women's shoulder and leaned against her. She smelled of sweet Jasime and Strawberries. It was a good smell. Her favorite, as a matter of fact. "Anywhere you'd like." The voice was quiet, coaxing almost. "There is so much of the world to see. I've longed to visit Morrim. Isn't that where your family lives?" Isn't that where your family lives? A petal fell, and Thaleia frowned as the memory faded away into the breeze. When she opened her eyes again, there was a stranger sitting by her side on the bench. She turned her head to look at the newcomer, and she held a sight which might have been strange to anyone else but the nymph. After all, she didn't fare much better, having more of a natural appearance herself. A beautiful blonde woman with birds fluttering around her. She spoke to them with a lighthearted voice as if they were people; it reminded Thaleia of herself. Thaleia wondered how she hadn't notice the human's approach. But then she realized it didn't matter much when she found how much she enjoyed her aura. It reminded her of someone she once knew.... The nymph smiled when she was addressed by the kind lady, offering a strawberry scone. "Thank you kindly," she said. "How I do love strawberry. I remember having these quite frequently when I lived in the city. It is strange how much I had missed them." Thaleia glanced at the pastry in the napkin before turning her eyes on the woman again. "Although they are but simple pastries, delicious as they may be.... are you from around here?" |
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| Deleted User | Jun 11 2015, 08:56 PM Post #3 |
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The scone was passed, and Isabella found herself watching the creature next to her carefully, smiling, as though trying to un-puzzle something pleasant and confusing. On one hand the lovely thing next to her was clearly corporeal, having accepted the scone and having brushed her finger, and some people were staring at her, but on the other she looked not totally here, her eyes weren't just one color, and she was glowy a little bit. After a few moments of head-tilting, Isabella sat back again, having concluded that whether or not she was real, this woman was a person. It wouldn't be the first time she had conversed with and sat next to a hallucination. "I am!" She replied cheerily, and waved a hand vaguely into the middle of town. "I live at the hospital. It's all right, I suppose, but I like it better outside." She looked sidelong at the lovely thing beside her a bit more, trying to figure out who or what she was, before offering an introduction. "I'm Isabella Gagnon. You're probably a faerie but I'm very happy to meet you. I've never had scones with a faerie before." She picked at her scone and popped a few little pieces into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully and swallowing. "Do you live in the forest?" |
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