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Post by summerrain on Aug 27, 2014 4:50:55 GMT
It had taken a while, but she'd finally gotten the woodcarver and the harpers to get a guitar-type instrument made. Yes, it had to be modified, but the strings were woven from runnerbeast tail hair. Not quite the same as the thin steel on Earth, but they had no choice but to adapt. Eternity found a spot outside, in the shade, and began to strum the makeshift guitar. She smiled slightly at the notes that came from the instrument. They were just a little bit off from what she was used to, but she could fix it. She didn't know too much, but she had memorized quite a few songs that she heard on the radio when she had been going from school to rehersals and back. She hadn't been allowed to wander too far the last day or two, her stitches were almost ready to be removed, and they wanted to make sure she wouldn't break the wound open before or after that. She understood completely, and she was happy to sit and watch, to learn about the dragons they'd just happened to find. So far, she'd seen seven colors, and read about three more. But, sometimes, she'd see something, and it would make her think of her sister. Then she'd be stuck fighting back tears again. She didn't even have acting any more, not here. Plays just didn't exist. She'd had vocal lessons before; the agency who she was contracted to made sure of that. It had only been a recent contract, though... Just Christmas when she'd signed to work for them. They'd been working on her debut album, to get her name out there her agent always said. She'd done a few remakes of a couple famous songs, with permission of course. And then she'd put her own twist to them. But her favorites were always from Disney movies. She started strumming for a few minutes, noticing that a few of the younger children, the non-Candidates, stopped to listen. She smiled at them and started to sing. Time to turn the maple brilliant crimson.
Time to turn the Aspen sparkling gold.
Time to tumble apples from the branches.
Time to turn the breezes crisp and cold.
A chill enfolds the countryside.
A kiss of morning mist upon the meadow.
Scent of woodsmoke swirling in the air
signals that it's high time for the harvest.
Every pumpkin, peach, and prickly pear
With ripened fruit to bear.
If you believe in who you are.
Who you were always meant to be
If you open up your heart
then you'll set your spirit free.
In this time of the season
every leaf on every tree
Will start to shine
come and see
Take my hand.
Come with me.
And fly!
She liked making people smile. Even if someone was having a bad day, if something had gone wrong, or they weren't feeling well. She liked doing her best to make someone's day. Besides, it was the only thing she could really do right now. If You Believe |
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Post by Lynn on Aug 30, 2014 23:36:03 GMT
Seated nearby was an older man, listening to her sing. A pipe was in his mouth, little circles of smoke rising into the air. On his shoulder was perched a little creature of pale white with a faint toning of pink, and both of them silently watched, noting how her song seemed to affect those around her, encouraging these youngsters from another world to just be themselves, to not be afraid of the unknown anymore. As she finished, he smiled and rose, padding over to her with a twinkle in his crinkled blue eyes.
"You're very accomplished, young one," he said lightly, motioning to a rock near her and silently asking if he could sit. He'd put his pipe out before approaching her, not wishing to get the smoke near her in case she had some kind of allergic reaction to it.
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Post by summerrain on Aug 31, 2014 2:06:10 GMT
She'd noticed the older man sitting a short ways away, but she paid him no mind as the children around her enjoyed her song. She figured he was just enjoying the sounds of music from another world. She finished her song, talking to a few of the kids as they went back to their daily business, until the man came over to her.
"Oh, thank you sir," she said with a nod. Of course he could sit there, as long as her instrument was undamaged she didn't mind. "Back home, I was just coming into the acting world. Oh, I guess you don't have that here." She paused, thinking about how to explain the concept of acting to someone who didn't know any of it. "Acting... Well, it's when a person pretends to be someone else. Not quite like kids playing make-believe, though that's certainly a start. There are people on Earth who write books specifically to be acted out in things called plays. They bring the stories on the pages of books to life on a stage, right before your eyes!" She stood, placing the makeshift guitar on the ground and stepping away from the rocks. "A really good actor can even lose themselves in the roles they play, basically becoming the character!" She slowly spun in a circle, eyes closed and smiling.
"There was a famous man named Shakespeare who wrote a lor of plays. The one everyone knows is Romeo and Juliet, just because it's the most popular." She stopped, her back to the man, her hands clasped behind her, with her gaze turned skyward. "My personal favorite is Wuthering Heights, about a girl who lives in a big house in the woods, just her and her father, along with a nurse and a few others. Then, her father finds a boy, abandoned, and brings him home. Eventually, they fall in love, but it doesn't start out that way."
She turned and took another step back, then closed her eyes. She'd memorized one of Catherine's monologues for an audition. Maybe she'd recite one of the monologues from Romeo and Juliet next.
"I wouldn't be you for a kingdom!" she began, suddenly submerged in Catherine's world, moving along to the lines the way she'd learned them. "Nelly, help me convince her of her madness. Tell her what Heathcliff is: an unreclaimed creature, without refinement, without cultivation; an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone. I'd as soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day, as recommend you to bestow your heart on him! It is deplorable ignorance of his character, child, and nothing else, which makes that dream enter your head. Pray, don't imagine that he conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior! He's not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic: he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man. I never say to him, "Let this or that enemy alone, because it would be ungenerous or cruel to harm them;" I say, "Let them alone, because I should hate them to be wronged:" and he'd crush you like a sparrow's egg, Isabella, if he found you a troublesome charge. I know he couldn't love a Linton; and yet he'd be quite capable of marrying your fortune and expectations: avarice is growing with him a besetting sin. There's my picture: and I'm his friend -- so much so, that had he thought seriously to catch you, I should, perhaps, have held my tongue, and let you fall into his trap. Banish him from your thoughts. He's a bird of bad omen: no mate for you." She smiled again when she was finished, suddenly returning to her normal self.
"How did you like it?" she asked the man, returning to the rock to sit again.
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Post by Lynn on Aug 31, 2014 20:59:56 GMT
He cocked his head slightly and watched her, listened to her, with a smile on his lips. "We do actually," he said lightly. "Normally it's related to the tinkers and nomads on our world, not the Harpers though." He raised a finger to stroke his Quartz under her chin, and she chittered happily at the caress. With a wink, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny bag, handing it to her. "Keep it close, and keep it warm," he instructed her. He then cocked his head slightly. "I've seen you with a puppy. Don't let it play with it," he added warningly.
His fire-lizard crooned softly and pawed at the bag, and he clicked his tongue, shushing her rather mournful sound. "I know sweetie. But I think she deserves it," he told her gently.
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Post by summerrain on Aug 31, 2014 22:23:26 GMT
The man handed her a bag, and she slowly enveloped it with her hands. There was something hard inside... She nodded. "Of course," she told him. She held it to her chest for a moment. "Thank you so much sir!" She looked at the flit on the man's shoulder. "I promise to take good care of it." She put the tiny bag in her pocket. "Oh, I have to go ask someone for a basket of sand to put it in..." She grabbed the guitar. "Thank you so much sir, I've got to get the other things that I'm going to need for it." With that, she gave him a little bow and went toward the kitchens. Surely someone there would be able to help her get what she needed for the egg.
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Post by Lynn on Aug 31, 2014 23:01:49 GMT
He grinned and inclined his head, then turned and padded away, whistling happily. His Quartz looked back at Eternity, chattered at her chidingly-as if threatening her if she didn't take good care of it-then looked back and nuzzled her Master's cheek as they disappeared into the shadows of the cave systems.
When the girl entered the kitchens, several people glanced over at her curiously, wondering what it was this visitor from another world could want from them.
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Post by summerrain on Sept 1, 2014 0:58:19 GMT
"Sorry to bother you," she said quickly, pulling the bag out of her pocket. "I was wondering if anyone could help me with this." She gently reached in and cupped her palm around the small egg, pulling it out. The shell was hard enough to be handled, but she didn't think it would Hatch for another few days. "I'm not really sure what to do..." She had the small egg cupped in her palm, it was so small she suddenly wondered if it was alive.
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Post by Lynn on Sept 1, 2014 1:07:17 GMT
The Cook's eyes lit up when he saw the egg, and he turned and ordered three things in quick succession. The first was a small basket. The second was hot sand. And the third was some water for the girl. He then turned and inclined his head. "Come sit down and we shall get your little one settled as quickly as possible," he reassured her. He then gave her the water motioned her to a small table off to the side. "Have a seat there." Smiling, he went back to work, and soon enough, one of his little minions came running back with sand and basket in hand, handing it shyly to Eternity.
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Post by summerrain on Sept 1, 2014 7:41:18 GMT
"Thank you sir," Eternity said as she sat down. After a moment, there was a basket in front of her that she took and placed on her lap. She dug out a small divot in the center and lowered the egg into the spot. She gently built up a wall of sand around the little egg, humming softly as she did so.
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Post by Lynn on Sept 1, 2014 23:46:27 GMT
"Not a problem at all miss," the undercook said, then scurried back to his work as the Head Cook eyed him menacingly. The man then winked at Eternity, before returning to his work once more. Had to keep his underlings in line after all, and even the presence of a pretty girl in his kitchens wouldn't keep him from doing the job he got paid good marks for.
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