second stanza [video]

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

[Kuja is dressed in her usual garb, and the tail which was evident when she first arrived seems to have disappeared. She offers the Vine a bow. It is a bow without a particularly respectful air, more a dramatic gesture than anything else.]

Now that I have been here for some few days, I've decided to make the attempt to discover whether there are others here like me. Not of my kind, as I sincerely doubt that could be the case, but of a similar bent.

I am a poet, and an actress of no small renown, and I wish to know if there other artists here, like myself. Painters, sculptors, writers, or perhaps musicians? Even a patron of the arts. It would be a great pleasure to discuss aesthetics, as well as the passion and wonder of creation, with like-minded individuals. We might collaborate, combine our talents to reach ever more lofty creative heights. I don't doubt that this Garden would benefit from a stage performance, a concert, or a gallery.

[She pauses, and it is a practiced pause.] Relatedly, I have been browsing in the library, and there I found many volumes of verse. Having read them all, I am curious--does anyone possess more such books? This is a rare and most likely unique opportunity for a poet such as myself: to read verses from another world.

[As a side note, some may find that the library's collection of poetry has mysteriously decreased, as Kuja has stolen borrowed a large number of the books.]

Comments

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

I have always been quite particular about my clothing. I have noticed that the styles of others here are, for the most part, unlike the fashions of my world. Less color, less detail, less ornament. I may design something new, once I am more at ease here. You make your own clothing? I would be interested to see what you might devise, bearing my tastes in mind.

My home was a palace that was embedded in the earth when two worlds fused. It was a structure that should not have existed underground, yet there it was. A place of light and delicacy plunged into darkness and solidity. That contrast pleased me.

Perhaps I can view your alterations at some point. It might give me some ideas. I reside in the Treehouse with Sora and Xion, and I have been considering how I might improve the area.

[gardenmeddler.livejournal.com]

There is a considerable diversity that I have experienced. In general, I have found it much more colorful than the fashions from my world, but such things were seen as entirely too frivolous where I come from. I would be happy to meet and discuss some designs at any time. Your style may be unusual, but I am sure I can do my best to make something unique.

How interesting. You must come from a very strange place, but I would like to know more. Yes, that kind of contrast can be quite artistic.

Of course you may. Art is meant to be appreciated, is it not? What point is there in crafting a garden if there is no one to see it? Other than myself, of course. I'm sure one with a taste for aesthetics like yourself can come up with something.

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Fashions do vary where I am from, but even there, my designs stand apart. I prefer brighter and bolder apparel. If not bright in color, at least it must be bold in cut and innovation. Your proposal is acceptable to me.

Like my palace, I am from two worlds, but I belong to neither. So the residence suited its master well.

Then I will. What is your name, and where can your residence be found?

I do have some ideas of my own already, but taking time to ponder them is an enjoyable part of the process, and more inspiration is welcome.

[gardenmeddler.livejournal.com]

It will be quite entertaining to design for such a bold personality, then, I think. My own tastes run to the colorful but conservative. I will be reaching out. A thing any artist must do frequently, yes? Test the limits of their abilities. So I am glad you accept.

Are you indeed? Interesting.

Apologies. My name is Kanaya. As for my home, I live in a rather recognizable building near the northwest of the Orchards. Its a prominent white spire adorned with several colored cloths.

But of course. Discussing with a fellow artist will be most enjoyable and illuminating, both.

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

It is essential for any artist to test their limits, and shatter them, if possible, for limits are the enemy of the artist. I would be honored to be part of such an endeavor, though I will warn you, I am not easily satisfied.

I am Kuja.

I don't doubt that such a structure will be easy to locate. I can leave at once, unless you would prefer I visit at a later date. [She is not entirely sure how long her current social mood will last, especially now that she knows she can recreate her library.]