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Post by Daeiel on Dec 1, 2010 13:50:57 GMT -6
((Aww! Jim really is adorable.)) Gina realized it was cold. She supposed it should be cold, as winter was fast approaching. She also supposed she should have thought about it before her daring speech and departure. Ah, but passion and conviction are not scheduled feelings; impulsive is a more accurate descripton. It had been impulsive to leave so suddenly, just as it had been impulsive to express her discomforts so freely. But it had needed to be done. Just as she needed a plan. She was not standing still, that would not have been intelligent at all. She was meandering in the general direction of the forest, as that perhaps seemed a bit better. If just a bit. And then she saw him. Sparse, he was, slight, too. He had sandy hair and doleful grey eyes. His cheeks were blotched red from the cold; she could see his chapped and cracked hands from where she was. He was young, human, and, as far as she could tell, homeless. "Hello!" was all she could think to say. ((Have fun describing Gina ))
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Post by Jack Spinner on Dec 6, 2010 11:32:32 GMT -6
(Oh, I will.) "Hello!" Jim was quite startled. It had never crossed his mind that people would be open to his journeying. He was hardly used to others greeting him, much less noticing he was there. His step-mother had had a way of crushing his presence, stifling it in servitude. But now, now that he was searching, now other beings noticed him! He looked in the direction of the voice and gasped. It came from a very small person, a girl, who was no more than three or four feet tall, with enormously pointed ears protruding from either side of her head. She had tremendous chocolate-colored eyes, warm and inviting, which were much larger than any human's. A thick plait of coppery hair hung down to her mid-back; fur of the same shade lined her forearms and shins. She wore an impossibly clean apron, and nothing else. "Hello," answered Jim, after several seconds of awkward staring. It was, after all, the appropriate response, though perhaps awkward gaping destroyed some of its appropriateness.
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Post by Daeiel on Dec 7, 2010 21:06:33 GMT -6
((....I like it!))
He said 'hello' back!
In brownie society, this would mean a fast and future friend, but Gina was fully aware that no human was even remotely cognizant of brownie social customs.
She began walking towards him, slowly. He looked very young to be out on his own, but Gina was more concerned with his lack of shoes.
It is a curious thing, to look at someone's feet first, but feet are blessed with absolute honesty, as they are unable to tell a lie. Feet will tell the viewer where they've been. Feet show the marks of journeying, of searching, and right now, this boy's feet were naked and faintly blue.
"Are your feet cold?" she asked, knowing it was a ridiculous second-question.
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Post by Jack Spinner on Jan 17, 2011 11:59:09 GMT -6
Jim stared at the creature. She seemed friendly, anyone with eyes that warm could hardly help being anything but; still it was such an odd question. It was asked in a very charming manner, however, and Jim felt inclined to answer it. "Y-yes," he replied, "they are." He stopped, letting silence pour in to that open cavity he'd created, before shattering it with, "Thank you." What was this creature? Surely not anything human. Jim had never encountered a non-human, excepting animals, since he'd been at his father's. Perhaps encountering non-humans was a side-effect of journeying, of searching? Jim could not be sure, but this one appeared to be impossibly friendly. Jim felt almost completely reassured just by looking at it. He tried a smile, to show it he was friendly also. He had a very somber smile, a sad, cryptic lifting at the corners. Smiles were generally not permitted at the step-mother's; Jim had first laughed out loud yesterday morning. He felt he should practice, and what better way to practice than to do it?
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Post by Daeiel on Jan 23, 2011 15:02:42 GMT -6
Gina's heart felt as though it should burst out of her chest.
She felt enraptured, ecstatic, over-joyed at this possible new friend.
Then he smiled. Gina's heart went from leaping to breaking.
It was such a sad smile, an indifferent lifting of the lips, and it nearly crushed her soul to see someone in such sadness. This boy needed to be served, Gina decided, he needed someone to care for him. In view of the circumstances, who better than Gina to do it?
"Well," she said, inching closer to her new ward, "I suppose we'd best get some shoes for them, then." She came as close to him as was within propriety, looking up at his mirthless grin. "Don't you?"
The afternoon sunlight was quickly fading into that purple netherworld twilight provided. If neither of them had a place to stay, they would surely be caught outside in the darkened woods, with neither light nor warmth to comfort them. She thought she should, perhaps, mention this to her new friend, in case they both happened to be searching, journeying.
"You know," she started, "It's nearly evening. It'll be dark soon. Perhaps we should find those shoes now, before it's too late in the day?"
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