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trainingwings2013-01-01 10:16 pm
fishy_go_byebye) wrote in trainingwings2013-01-01 10:16 pm
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Player Name: Jordan
Are you new?: Y
Character Name: Delirium
Character Fandom: Sandman
[A flutter of wings seen out of the corner of an eye.]
Did you know that if you chew off your finger you might be a starfish?
[She looks up, deeply interested, and tilts her head to one side. It's very important that she find out if you knew that. After all, the veracity of her statement might very well be up to discussion.]
Veracity? Greenness. Honesty?
Are you new?: Y
Character Name: Delirium
Character Fandom: Sandman
[A flutter of wings seen out of the corner of an eye.]
Did you know that if you chew off your finger you might be a starfish?
[She looks up, deeply interested, and tilts her head to one side. It's very important that she find out if you knew that. After all, the veracity of her statement might very well be up to discussion.]
Veracity? Greenness. Honesty?
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[there was no doubt in her mind that this woman was a new feather. She knew what that was like, arriving here and waiting and wondering if she'd ever see anyone from home.
...or was it someone she'd lost? There was a finality in how she repeated herself about his singing being something of the past]
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[She was close enough, now, to lean in and try to catch a glimpse of the paper that had so many things that might be words and very much likely were not but said more on it.]
I'm not looking for anything. I don't think, probably not, I was looking for something but I found him or her found me or he stopped running but it's really not stopping because he kept going. I might have been looking for a dog. Have you seen one? He's about this high and sometimes he has pointy ears and he's never a balloon except that one time but don't tell.
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That sounds like a pretty special dog.
[goodness]
[on the page, she'd managed to capture the other woman's profile, her hair curling around her face, expression distant. It was still rough...more outline than finished sketch...but she'd begun clarifying just enough detail that it was familiar]
...I hope you don't mind.
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[And her very favorite. But that was unimportant when presented with the lovely sketch of her very own, changeable features.]
You did that? All on your own?
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...Not in how she looked. She was pretty sure she could never forget anyone who looked like that. But the odd phrases and the semi-distracted movements...it was like talking to the Crow Girls. One part confusion, two parts mystery, and a sense that there was something more if she only knew how to see it.
Geordie would say she was imagining things... just taking her flights of fancy and convincing herself they were real. That she was seeing magic where others would see...something else. But then...if they'd ever needed proof that magic was crazy, they'd never had more of it than here in Luceti.
She smiled at the question]
Well, I had a lot of help learning how to do it, but this? All on my own.
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Don't give Desire your butterflies.
[Her fingers traced the lines of the sketch inches away from the page.]
Or a frame. Hands don't fit right in frames.
[Drawing her hand back left her shadow as a velvety, delayed movement over the paper.]