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| A Girl's Gotta Eat; Sojourn/Reid | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 31 2015, 05:17 PM (130 Views) | |
| Alasen | Jan 31 2015, 05:17 PM Post #1 |
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It was easy to get distracted in a place like Aesulla. Especially if your name was Aralyn Elacyren. And since that was her name, it was pretty easy for Aralyn to be distracted. So many colors and sights and smells, all she had to do was stand in one place and just be. However, just being wouldn't put food in her stomach, Aralyn thought with a grimace as her stomach cramped in hunger. For a fleeting moment she thought about her mother's kitchen where, thanks to the constant influx of sailors and her father's own hearty appetite, a pot of chowder was always bubbling. The smells of fresh baked bread and sweet, tart jam would be overlaid against the chowder. Shaking her head to clear the momentary longing, Aralyn fumbled into the small pocket of her skirt. Tugging out the credits she had stored in the fabric, she counted quickly. Would... two credits be enough to buy something here? It would have to be. Though she was officially a candidate for the next dragon hatching, Aralyn was doing as little as she could to be noticed. If her parents didn't know where she was, they couldn't force her back home. Unbidden, her father's big smile and her mother's youthful looks flashed before her eyes. Aralyn looked older than her mother did now. How unfair was that? "No!" she whispered, turning away from the views of the Shaneid Towers and began to eye the vendors nearby. "I will not go begging to my parents." Just past the next couple of stalls was a booth where she could spend the last of her credits and call her parents to ask for funds. It would be so easy. But before the hatching could occur, her elven mother would have sent her human father to Aesulla to collect her. And then Aralyn would be stuck doing nothing but ice swirling for hours on end. She loved the way it made her feel but she didn't love doing it at her mother's whim. Straightening her spine, Aralyn walked up to the closest vendor, a melody of tinkling music floating around her as the charms on her waist, arms and ankles jingled merrily. "Excuse me?" Aralyn said brightly, her breathy voice overriding the sounds of her movement as she came to a stop. "What kind of food could I buy for two credits?" Aralyn knew it wasn't much but when the vendor merely grunted and turned away, it was clear at this particular stall, nothing would be available for her last remaining credits. Smiling though she was disappointed, Aralyn moved to the next stall. Before she could even speak, the woman there slammed a closed sign down on the counter in front of her and crossed her arms on her massive waist. Well, if she didn't have enough funds to buy food now, she'd just make money. She was in a marketplace! Surely someone would want to watch her swirl ice into an outstanding sculpture! Handing over the last two credits she had to her name to a vendor who sold drinks, Aralyn was careful not to tip the cup that contained her ice. It was piled high but if she lost much of it, she wouldn't have enough to make it worth her while. And ice would not fill an empty belly. Just ahead of her was a tall elf. His ears made him noticeable but Aralyn would have recognized one of her mother's people anywhere. Hurrying up to him, Aralyn tapped Reid on the shoulder. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you'd like a show? I can make the ice change shape into marvelous creations." Before the male elf could say no, Aralyn began to swirl her hand over the top of the cup. Mist rose as the ice evaporated and under her palm, the frozen water began to change shape. |
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| Sojourn | Jan 31 2015, 06:10 PM Post #2 |
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They’d visited their father today. As it was, that was usually a somber enough occasion, especially considering that the elf was still lost somewhere within the recesses of his mind. A Dream had come and met with him in his mind long ago, but though the man had come back to himself, his body had been unresponsive. That was the odd thing about comas, though the mind might be there, the body had to remember how to be. Reid hated it when he had to take Aiana to see their father. Not because he disliked his sister or his father, but because his disliked the bleak look that settled on her face when she saw him, for the sorrow that flattened her expressions when she thought that Reid wasn’t looking. She hadn’t known the hardships of their flight from Nondir. She’d been young, little more than an infant, and her memories were few, if they existed at all. If she did remember anything, she’d never told him. As they wandered back through the marketplace and on their way back home, Reid typically took it upon himself to try to lighten the mood between the two of the. Typically the best way to get his sister to light up again, he’d found, was with food. So as they passed by the particular sect of the open-air market, he snagged her shoulders in his mismatched hands and steered her down through the maze of people. “Where are we going now, Reid?” she asked, sounding a bit annoyed, but he could see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “We’re going to grab a snack. I know that you have a tendency to get hangry and your brooding silence is more than I can bear.” He looked her square in the eye as she looked back up at him. He was a head taller than her, but she had a fiery personality to make up for her lack of stature. “That so?” she quirked a brow. “Because you yourself never brood, am I right?” she asked with a laugh, though she let him steer her. “Do I get choice?” she asked, eyes lighting up as she took in the stalls around them. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Next thing you know we’ll be chowing down on hot dogs or some other odd nonsense. Honestly how do you expect to live several centuries on stuff like that? It’s clearly hellbent on clogging up veins and arteries.” Reid sniffed disdainfully even as they passed by a stall where a man was ladeling pungent sauerkraut onto a hot dog for a man. “It doesn’t even smell edible.” He lamented at his younger sister. “Well that’s why they have nanites and other fancy technology to help us live longer with our poor decisions.” Aiana said, wistfully staring as they walked by. “Very well brother mine, what will it be?” she said, watching as he detached himself from her side and went to another stall. “Aw man, I’m sorry I asked.” She groaned dramatically as she saw that his selection was healthy fruits. “Pick something you like or I’ll get you a pear.” Reid threatened lightly, pulling out his credits. He’d already snagged up an apple and plum for himself. “You wouldn’t dare!” Aiana yelled, darting over to his side. She quickly gathered up two nectarines and thrust them into his arms, while Reid did his best, and failed to stop his shoulders from shaking with silent laughter. “I hate pears.” She huffed. “I know.” Reid smiled, paying for their food and then turning to wander back down the way. He took a bite of his apple, watching Aiana turn a fruit over in her palm. “You’d think you could at least slice it up with that fancy arm of yours.” She mused playfully. “It’s biotechnology, not a swiss army knife, Aiana.” He said, swallowing a bite, but he gave pause at a sudden touch on his shoulder. Turning, he regarded the woman who’d been vying for his attention for a moment, blinking and assessing her. Half elf, red-hair, and young. Though with those who were mixtures of both human and elf races, he tended to struggle with judging age. They were fairly uncommon, and he still wasn’t sure if they aged faster or as slowly as his own people. He put his hands up trying to reject this girl’s offer to put on a show. If she was another street-performer, he didn’t have time nor the spare credits to toss her way if she forced him to watch a performance and then pay up. “No, we really do-“ “What’s the hold up?” Aiana asked, having realized her brother had stopped walking while she’d continued. She came jogging back and saw Aralyn’s magic, her eyes widening and a grin pulling at her mouth. “Whoah!” she breathed. “That’s so cool!” she turned her mega-watt smile at Reid. “Isn’t it? Can we stay and watch?” she tugged at the hem of his shirt. Reid groaned internally, but acquiesced to his sister’s request. Where she was concerned, he was such a pushover. He needed to mend that. “I suppose…” he finally muttered. |
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| Alasen | Feb 4 2015, 12:58 PM Post #3 |
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For a moment, when the elf standing in front of her held his hands up and tried to protest, Aralyn's bright smile became forced. It wasn't like she was doing this on purpose-- I mean, she was, but it wasn't because she wanted to. Well, she did want to, she just didn't want to have to be paid for it. All Aralyn ever wanted was to a: bond to a dragon so she could fly in the skies and b: do her art because she loved doing it, not because she had to. A flush crossed Aralyn's pale cheeks and for a moment, she considered stopping and walking away. No harm, no foul, right? The ice, which had been swirling into a delicate flower, stopped growing for a second as Aralyn's emotions got the best of her. Then, a young girl came up, asking what the hold up was. The forced smile on Aralyn's face became real again as the young elf's excitement was plain on her face. "It is cool," Aralyn said, her tone bright once more. "Isn't it?" When she asked if they could stay, Aralyn knew she would have an eager audience that might attract others to come over and watch. And donate to the 'Feed Aralyn's Empty Belly' Cause. The ice was calling to her now, making the blood in Aralyn's veins sing with excitement and joy. This really was what she lived for. Making the ice change its shape. She'd experimented so much, she'd been able to coax the ice into a sheet so thin it was mere millimeters in thickness. Now, the flower had grown in both size and bloom. It had gone from a bud to a full blossom of a rose, only completely ice. When she had the time, Aralyn experimented with adding dye to the ice as she shaped it but dye cost money and until she had means to continue making credits, she'd put those plans on hold. The mound of ice had diminished to the top of the cup, leaving most of it left. People had started to gather around Aralyn, Reid and Aiana, oohing when a single ice petal dropped off the rose and fell to the ground. It had taken her two years to perfect the technique of sealing the ice with her magic to keep it from melting immediately or upon contact with heat and Aralyn was really proud. Snapping the ice blossom off the rim of the cup, she curtseyed deeply to Aiana, proffering the rose to the young elf. "A rose for you, madam?" If she bandied to the younger sister, maybe the older elf would donate to her dinner funds. A few credits had landed around her feet, but every bit helped. Especially since she'd probably be out the next day doing the same thing. At least until the hatching began, whenever that might be. |
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