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Ogino Chihiro ([personal profile] whataprettyname) wrote in [community profile] queenofheartsrp2012-07-25 02:14 pm

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[There's a new girl in the gardens today.

It's probably easy enough to see that she's new. She's still wearing the white shift she'd awoken in, after all, apparently electing to carry her own clothes in her arms. The only change is that her hair is now tied back with a band that sparkles strangely in the light, and a battered pair of yellow sneakers protect her feet. She has her school uniform bundled under one arm, and with the other, she holds a scroll in front of her face, reading closely and determinedly as she walks through the grass and the flowers without any obvious destination in mind but a clear determination to get there.

But every so often she pauses, looks up, looks around. She sees an orchard with crisp autumn leaves in the ground, and she wants to go and jump in them. She sees a field of glistening snow, and stops herself from going to make snow angels. She comes across a riverbank heavy with the heat of summer, and shakes off the drowsy impulse to take a nap, despite the fact that traveling dimensions is hard on a kid.

And she is just a kid, still just a kid. However, she resists the temptation to play like one and, after one last look of longing towards the beauty around her, instead trudges on, reading as she walks, having no clue where she's going but determined to get there all the same.]


((ooc: Chihiro's most likely to be found not walking at the "season change" areas of the garden, but otherwise, there's a small girl still in her shift and reading her scrolls and heading somewhere. Bother?))
histrionic: (it hasn't occurred)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-08-08 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, she desires our presence here, our happiness. We dance and sing for her entertainment. We are the gilded birds for her gilded cage. That is the reality of our existence here.

[The question takes her by surprise, the blue magic at her fingertips flaring briefly.

Her answer, when it comes after a brief delay, is sharp. Who would she miss?
]

No. No one.
histrionic: (the taste of something that good)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-08-08 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The magic, after its flare, simply surrounds the egg she's tending to, suffusing it in a pale blue glow.

Even as she talks to Chihiro, it is her primary concern, hers.
]

It does not. I am separated from the consummation I desire most. My rightful fate. [She looks up, hands still on the egg.]

If there is one thing I cannot abide, it is a tyrant who robs others of their choice, of their will, of their freedom. Any enemy of freedom is mine also.
histrionic: (the stars are exploding)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-08-08 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[To Kuja, the matter is a philosophical one. Attending school she wouldn't see as a lack of freedom or an instance of tyranny. Yet she sees no reason to speak to children differently than she would to an adult.

She smiles. It isn't that she wants to die, but she must.
] I hope so as well.

Oh, it will take some time yet. You're correct, dragon eggs are not easy to hatch.
histrionic: (promise i'll never get sad)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-08-08 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, do you know something about dragons?

[Kuja brightens. Dragons, she likes.]

There are many different creatures assigned the general term "dragon" by intelligent peoples, so in some ways it is a fairly arbitrary term and cannot be assigned to a particular family or genus. In your world, I don't doubt there are different kinds of dragons.

This is the egg of a Silver Dragon from my world. As such, it is dear to me. Let me show you.

[Again, Kuja removes a hand from her egg, but this time, she has a particular magic in mind, not relating to her care of the egg. She creates a fleeting illusion, a full-sized image of a Silver Dragon, strong and alive.]

She will be beautiful.
histrionic: (still my heart beats so slow)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-08-09 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Kuja isn't the most empathetic of people, far from it, but even she picks up on something in Chihiro's manner.]

No? Yet you seem to know something of them. Dragons may be more elusive in your world. The worlds we come from do vary greatly. In Gaia, there are much smaller dragonlike creatures, but larger ones as well. I once encountered the King of Dragons himself.

I do have a dragon companion here, already. One native to this place, I suppose.

[She is a shameless dragon collector. Well--really, she gets along with dragons better than people.]
histrionic: (or fall on the floor)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-08-14 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, there are monsters that live in the caves, but there are other creatures residing in the gardens themselves. As for dragons, no, not many, but I was able to locate one. Unusual, but that's all the better, isn't it?

[She doesn't miss the girl's interest--well, the child is polite and likes dragons, so she's less annoyed than she might be otherwise.] I could call her here.

A shame. They're beautiful creatures. I could tell you much about those I know, but I cannot illuminate the mystery of the dragons of your world.
histrionic: (that my one is falling for tricks)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-08-24 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Of course. I doubt she's busy. There's precious little actual work to be done here. But dragons do protect things, yes.

[She doesn't use her voice but magic, as she calls for Tropius. They've known each other for some time now, and they share a connection, much as Kuja did with her Silver Dragons. Beasts, she gets on well with. Better than with people. Tropius doesn't take long to arrive. The plant lizard might not technically be a "dragon", but it's close enough for Kuja.]

Tropius, this is Chihiro.

[Tropius lowers her head.]

You may have a fruit, if you like.

[She offers magnanimously. Tropius doesn't mind the fruit that grows from the underside of her neck being eaten. Although Kuja's normally not interested in these social gestures, she can do them when she wishes. And she does enjoy showing off.]
histrionic: (or a fantasy host?)

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-08-31 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
She is beautiful, is she not?

[Tropius makes a low noise that sounds not unlike her own name, regarding Chihiro in a friendly manner.

Kuja smiles, without removing her hands from the egg she's tending, and Tropius turns toward her.
]

The creatures who live in the Gardens proper are amenable, for the most part. I would take care before entering the caves, if I were you.