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[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

--now don't get impatient with me.

[the mirror shows...a hand at first. It's resting on another part of the Vine, tanned, the knuckles crossed by faint scars. Then the woman crouches, coming into view. Plain clothing in shades of brown, her hair tied loosely over her shoulder, she doesn't seem particularly remarkable. She regards the mirror with interest, however, and for those who notice these kinds of things, her eyes are very sharp.]

You're a vain, cheeky thing. I wasn't interested in showing off to everyone else. But you just can't wait, hmm? Impatient.

[despite her words, the woman's voice is warm, with a tinge of fond exasperation. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around that she's talking to, unless...]

[she runs her fingers down the length of vine, fingering a leaf gently before letting go. Those watching closely might notice a spark of pale green light at her fingertips, which vanishes almost immediately.]

Oh, stop that... [this is murmured, as she leans around to peer at the backside of the mirror, curiously.] I was just taking a look. I won't hurt you. Yes, yes. You're beautiful. She put quite a bit of love into you...and this place. Didn't she, the Queen.

[at this she looks up, straight into the mirror, her gaze fixing on whoever has appeared there.] What do you think?

[her lips quirk into a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

Love doesn't always get the job done, though.


[ooc: whoops I always forget tags. Feel free to action if you'd like, and for those who missed it her permissions post is here.]

Comments

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Odd thing, isn't it?

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

It's got personality, that's for sure.

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Don't they all? In any case, welcome to the gardens.

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

Plants? Yes, but not quite like this.

The welcome is appreciated, though I did get the invitation. Does it come with a name?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Our dear captor calls herself the Queen of Hearts.

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

Captor? Is she aware her guests aren't as happy with the situation as she thinks they should be?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Oh she's not...how do I put this?..."all in the world?"

[mellifluently.livejournal.com]

It seems to like you.

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

I think it just likes attention.

[mellifluently.livejournal.com]

It's like a cat. I've never seen a plant like it before.

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

It's not exactly a plant. I'd venture a guess it started that way, but it's got too much magic in it to be a plant anymore.

[mellifluently.livejournal.com]

I think you could say something like that about this entire place.

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

And I'd say you thought correctly.

[she reaches up and traces her fingers around the edge of the mirror.]

It's very new, as well. This Queen's been busy.

[mellifluently.livejournal.com]

New? I didn't... notice that.

[She reaches up to touch the vine herself, concentrating for a moment, but she isn't really well trained enough to sense the subtleties.]

I wonder how new, then. If she built it for the people she's brought here, or before.

[yakuza-otaku.livejournal.com]

You can talk to plants?

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

[she laughs quietly.]

Anyone can talk to plants. The question is whether they'll answer you or not.

[yakuza-otaku.livejournal.com]

E-eheh, well, they answer you, then?

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

Hardly. Call it the eccentricity of an old woman.

[she certainly doesn't look that old...maybe approaching middle age. From the lightness of her tone, she's probably joking around, but it's not entirely clear.]

[yakuza-otaku.livejournal.com]

... I'd say you don't look that old, but you might be one of those people who are over eight thousand, or something like that, and don't look like it.

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

[she raises both eyebrows.]

Eight thousand? Not quite. You make it sound like a regular occurrence.

[yakuza-otaku.livejournal.com]

Well, there are people from all sorts of places, and some of them aren't human, so...

[aunomdedieu.livejournal.com]

[ Love. Caprica has an... odd relationship with that word. But it doesn't show on her face; her expression is difficult to read, outside of a faint curiosity. Her brows arch slightly, and she smiles a little, though like Dejana, it doesn't really reach her eyes either. ]

Doesn't it?

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

Is that a question or a statement?

[that eyebrow arching is returned, along with a somewhat calculating look, as she tries to analyze what she's seeing. This reaction could mean several things, and she's already considered each of them by the time she's finished speaking. A conclusion would have to wait, however.]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

...Interesting.

You can tell that the Vine was... made? HOW it was made?

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

In a sense. I can feel the power that shapes it. I suppose you could call it my specialty.