First Rose

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

[An accidental recording, as Angelina gathers her skirts to walk across the grass. Her gown is white and fair, an indicator of her fresh arrival. A red rose is tucked behind her ear to match her hair. She's humming 'London Bridge' to herself.]

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, My Fair Lady...

[She pauses to smile.]

Well... If I have perceived correctly from the voices filtering through the garden, I can assume this is not Paradise. I do not count myself on one that belongs there anyhow. But I would like to know my companions at the very least.

Hello, who is there?

Comments

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

I would not go so far as to call her a goddess.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

If she is a creator, then, wouldn't that make her a Goddess?

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Not always. I have knows... beings who could create such places, but they were hardly gods.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a Goddess of wrath and not one of Mercy, then.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Or merely one of the Fair Folk.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Oh, why, that could be! Some naughty Seelie or Unseelie.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite sure naughty is the word I would use. And I don't know those other terms.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Types of Fae in English Folklore.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Ah. Folklore always does try to categorize such things.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

It does. As if trying to make sense of the senseless might give us some control over it.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

But the more one tries to grasp a dream, the more it slips away...

[Her words trail off]

No matter. I do not believe I have your name?

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Angelina Durless, love. And yours?

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

[There is a long pause, as she looks vaguely uncomfortable]

Ren Miyaki as I said.