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queenofheartsrp2012-07-25 02:14 pm
whataprettyname) wrote in 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?))
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?))
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[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.]
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...Chihiro just stands, staring and wide-eyed and open mouth and obviously more impressed than she can ever remember being.
When Kuja makes her magnanimous offer, she reaches up, finally manages to reach high enough to gently pick a fruit from Tropius' neck, and bites into it, all without taking her eyes off the creature.]
Wow...
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[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.