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Pom
Mar 25, 2008 21:51:29 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 25, 2008 21:51:29 GMT -5
"I want to see the muscles that connect to the wings..." she nodded, she'd never been given the chance to really examine the wings, considering that whenever she tried to see them her own shoulder would get in the way or something of the sort. She placed her fingers nimbley at the base of Gerro's wings, it didn't occur to her that her fingers were likely to be rather cold but she most likely wouldn't have cared, either. Her own wings twitched slightly before laying flat and she nodded, "So then, are there any actual cities or buildings inhabited solely by sprites? Have you seen one? Are all sprites teachers? What exactly is the Sipheris Illusion? can you move your wings a bit for me? How old are you? Do you have any family, other than your sister of course? How about a mate? What can you tell me about sprite culture?" She tilted her head to the side as she continued on with her questions, only lending each question a moment's thought before moving on to the next inquiry.
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Pom
Mar 25, 2008 22:06:50 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Mar 25, 2008 22:06:50 GMT -5
His wings stood straight out in surprise at the cold fingers down his back, but her inquisitiveness was like a challenge to him. (20 questions I win! =K) Sprites were naturally energetic, so the hyper only made him quicken up in return. "There are a lot of sprite towns--probably some cities too, but I've never seen them-- but I was born in a town. I'm the only sprite teacher that I know of, but it's a big school, there could be others. I have a mother and a father too, even though I haven't seen them in a while, but no one else. I'm single." Grin. "As for sprite culture, well, generally it's the preservation of nature. I had a Coming of Age ceremony when I was young, but I think they were just being optimistic there, because none of us were in any way mature at fourteen. But we don't really have any strict traditions, and any we have vary from place to place." He moved his wings a little, trying to keep up with her. There was one question he apparently didn't hear, or didn't want to.
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Pom
Mar 26, 2008 12:21:03 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 26, 2008 12:21:03 GMT -5
"Coming of Age? What was the ceremony like? What happened there? Was it just you, or were there more sprites that were having the ceremony with you? Are there any other events? Holidays or anything like that?" Pom half skipped around Gerro to see him from the front now, "Are your eyes really that color? Why is your hair green? Is it some kind of sickness?" Pom promtly covered her mouth and nose in case the answer might turn out to be yes, she didn't want to get sick, after all. She didn't seemed deterred from Gerro, even if there was a chance he had a terminal disease or something of that sort, she seemed doubly interested at the concept, so she spoke through her hand, "Are you going to die from it? How'd you get it? How long have you been unwell? What are all of the symptoms?" she seemed to have come to the solid conclusion that Gerro was sick and he was likely to die in the next month or so... go figure.
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Pom
Mar 26, 2008 18:25:27 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Mar 26, 2008 18:25:27 GMT -5
Gerro rolled his shoulders and continued pleasantly. "It was all of the boys who had been born the same year as I had. The girls have a separate one the year before, but we were never allowed near them, so I don't know what happened there. We just went up the the Companion Tree and promised to do what was right, and then we all ate cake and listened to our fathers' advice on living and important things. It wasn't exactly formal; none of our holidays are. We have a holiday for each season, mothers and fathers have a special marriage holiday every year in the late summer, but that's about it."
"Believe me, I'm not sick. My mother was more Water, but her father was a Green and that's where I get my hair. My father was a Fire, and that's where I get my eyes. I'm surprised I'm not darker, considering he's nearly oak in skin color, but I burn, not tan. What about you, Pom? Where did you come from? What's your story?" he asked. A fatal disease? Well, there was something to thank for not having.
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Pom
Mar 26, 2008 18:44:21 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 26, 2008 18:44:21 GMT -5
"Me?" Pom looked rather stunned when she was asked a question, "I..." Pom's face grew a slight shade of pink, instantly her stance went from the positive inquisitive one she'd aquired and she seemed more timid, slightly embarrassed, actually, "I come from... a jar?" she seemed unsure of her answer, she really didn't remember much of anything before the jar... and it was a bit embarrassing to hear that someone had lived such a vivid and interesting life, meanwhile Pom was... the household pet. In all honesty, it was the glass-walled life that brought Pom to TMA, she was currently trying to distance herself from her current owner whom had been foolish enough to give Pom ever a moment when she was able to escape... Pom could guess that if she was recaptured... some unkind times would be in store for her.
Pom's gaze moved to her own feet, obviously she was made quite nervous by the subject of her own past so she decided it was probably best to look at her feet for a few moments, "I'm sorry if I asked too many questions." she said, not really sure what to say at the current moment, so she apologized for something, anything.
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Pom
Mar 26, 2008 21:08:59 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Mar 26, 2008 21:08:59 GMT -5
Gerro's face sobered instantly, his red eyes a dull storm. "That's horrible," he asserted. "No one should ever be locked up like that, no one." Gerro also knew the pains of being kept inside a tiny pocket of glass. He'd like to think he didn't have isolation sickness anymore. Psychological issues did tend to pop up in those situations. He flushed and smiled again, shaking off the mood that had momentarily taken him.
"I don't mind the questions. It's a very efficient way to get to know someone."
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Pom
Mar 26, 2008 22:18:17 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 26, 2008 22:18:17 GMT -5
"No... I'm sorry, I guess.... really." She nodded, the more she spoke it seemed the quieter she got, "And it wasn't that bad, it's just a few people you have to look out for and as long as you don't make your owner angry... they shouldn't hurt you... Who's your owner?... or did you escape too?" she tilted her head to the side slightly, building her courage back up again, she even asked questions. Pom froze, though, looking Gerro from head to toe before taking a few steps back and repeating the quick overview of Gerro... Her eyes bolted wide, "Oh my...! You're male, aren't you?" She asked, as if the thought hadn't occurred to her. She never really stopped to put a gender to the sprite she'd met and Pom fealt a bit silly now, but she figured that just dealing with her own absentmindedness was probably best.
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Pom
Mar 27, 2008 21:05:45 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Mar 27, 2008 21:05:45 GMT -5
"You bet I am!" he replied to the 'male' comment. "Otherwise my shirt would have probably remained on." Now if only females didn't have that silly 'modesty' thing going on. They wanted all these rights to be equal to men: voting, same clothes, same pronouns, but if they would just wear the same bathingsuits as men, they'd get anything they wanted. But in all seriousness, now. "Almost no sprites have owners, Pom," he said, and then almost whispered. "But mine is dead, and I escaped." Then he smiled again sheepishly, almost as if it wasn't possible for him to be unhappy for more than a few seconds. "You don't have to worry about those kinds of things here."
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Pom
Mar 27, 2008 21:38:30 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 27, 2008 21:38:30 GMT -5
Pom nodded, listening to what Gerro had to say, her purple eyes bright with a suddenly silent interest, upon hearing that she didn't have to deal with owners and things of that sort while she was here at Twilight Moon Academy, her eyes were wide and her expression seemed mildly confused as if such an idea was so completely foreign to her that such a thing couldn't possibly be true. "Is there... a... are..." she stuttered dumbly, trying to think of a new question that would make atleast decent sense. She found none. She held back any rediculous emotional responses, not wanting to make an awkward situation or let herself be open to anything she might possibly not want. She nodded to Gerro, "Thanks, I guess..." she smiled, though there was still doubt in her mind that this place was really such the 'safe haven' that it was being made out to be. "But I really do have to go, I want to distance myself as far away from 'some people' as possible..." she nodded, obviously prepared to continue on her little journey to God-knows-where. "But it was really nice meeting you... don't get me wrong on that." she nodded, in all honesty, she kinda didn't want to leave- but she didn't want to stay all too badly either.
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Pom
Mar 30, 2008 20:39:11 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Mar 30, 2008 20:39:11 GMT -5
Gerro watched her trail off, murmuring about leaving and such. He had a feeling she had not been exposed to much freedom. In fact, she was surprisingly outspoken, compared to her awkwardness. He liked her more than most women, enough to want to get to know her before... they had fun. Still, he had to admit he was more cautious of that these days. Long years of free love taught him that some girls took it badly. He still woke up in the middle of the night from nightmares of Mary and that chainsaw.
"You should stay here," he said. "Whoever's chasing you, I don't they have much more of a reason besides they want to enslave you again, and we won't allow that here. 'If anything endangers you at this school, it should be strictly school related.'" That was provision ninety four in the school's handbook. That little clause kept Mary and her chainsaw away, as well. So everything worked out.
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Pom
Mar 30, 2008 21:09:43 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 30, 2008 21:09:43 GMT -5
"No, I think I might be fine, really." she nodded, 'might' being a keyword there, "I'm not a teacher anyways and this is a school for magic..." Pom had no magic, one of the unfortunate few it seemed around here who didn't have magic. Her wings buzzed a bit, "And I'm sure you've got plenty of other things to worry about." she smiled an understanding smile, as if she was trying to convince Gerro that there really wasn't any space for her here, it was just... odd here. Scary, even. Normally she had perhaps a layer of glass for protection or something, once she had even a dollhouse all to herself. Yeah, she hated that life, but it was familiar to her. "Besides, I might be able to find a new owner that might be really nice... right?" she smiled brightly, her blind hope was rather disheartening, really. Pom seemed to be in need of some reminding about what the world was like out there. "...right?" she asked again, she had just met Gerro, but it already seemed she wasn't going to even put one foot forward for the next bit of her journey without some sort of blessing from him. Then again... she could stay, right? She could try to learn some kind of magic, it couldn't be too hard, she'd learned lots of other things, not like too many of them helped when you were as small as she was... but knowlege couldn't hurt. Right, next thing on her agenda- magic. Pom's shoulders sagged, that was it then? "Alright, I'll stay. But I need to ask you a favor." she shuffled her feet a bit, not used to asking people for things, she was tensing up again, her voice getting increasingly quieter.
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Pom
Apr 1, 2008 20:45:31 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 1, 2008 20:45:31 GMT -5
"I'll do anything you ask of me," Gerro replied, looking into that beautiful face and judging his chances of stealing a kiss. Well, the stealing part was never that hard. Women were never expecting it. The chances of getting slapped afterwards were the figures that needed attention, though. "This isn't just a school for magic, Pom, and you're not some kind of exotic pygmy dog, you're a sprite. If anyone ever owns you, I'll take it as a personal insult." In terms of brotherly love, it was. Or siblingly love, as they were not both of the male persuasion.
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Pom
Apr 1, 2008 20:53:11 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 1, 2008 20:53:11 GMT -5
Pom nodded slowly, her face blushing to a deep red, "I was just wondering if you could teach me how to use magic. I want to know how to do that." her eyes were still glued to her feet. She brushed a bit of hair behind her ear with her hand before looking up at Gerro to see just what facial expressions he might have at the current moment. She mustered up a smile, such a trooper, no? "I never learned how to use magic..." she explained, she didn't know if sprites were born with magic or not, maybe she was just... defective or something. Who knew? Well, certainly not Pom.
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Pom
Apr 14, 2008 19:19:59 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 14, 2008 19:19:59 GMT -5
"Magic? I'm sure we could figure something out. Don't be so embarrassed," Gerro laughed. He became more casual after the initial wooing with most girls, and he was taking in Pom like a sister. A stunningly hot sister that fell from a heavenly body that he wasn't really related to after all. "Most sprites have magic in them, even if they don't always use it. Usually its some kind of element, earth being the most common. But many can become adept in illusion as well. I could also see you as a dancer..." he said, his eyes sparkling as he imagined it.
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Pom
Apr 14, 2008 22:03:58 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 14, 2008 22:03:58 GMT -5
Pom's smile became a tad more genuine now, "How do I find my magic...? and if it's not too much trouble... is there anywhere that I can stay... I'm a little tired of the outdoors." She wrapped her arms around Gerro in a little spontaneous hug, "If there's any way I can repay you for this... please tell me. I'm really happy. " she thought perhaps about giving him a kiss, alot of the people she saw kissed people when they hugged them... but she didn't really want to, so she didn't. She just smiled, in her head she was silently logging all the details about actually hugging someone... and not just that... but someone who was your own size. It honestly felt really nice, she almost grew tired, wanting to just sleep right there- but that wouldn't be proper of course... and she couldn't just sleep in the arms of some stranger- bad things could come from that...
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