I have parts of parts now...
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lavandarlizard2I didn't want the month to end without parking *something* here, even if it is small and inconsequential.
I expect to spend Sunday and Monday dead, as I'm going to the fair on Saturday. If I make it home without getting heatstroke it will have been a wonderful day.
I go for the food anyway... What better excuse to eat stuff that's just bad for me?
Anyway; a trifle for the nice people who still talk to me. And the ones who've learned better.
BFB - Part 078a - Off To See The Wyverns - The Clan
I stared up at the sky; my jaw somewhere around my knees. There must have been a thousand of them – at least! All sizes, from children to adults; all the colors of the rainbow, and some I’m sure the rainbow never dreamed of.
Looping, diving, soaring, circling in one massive, unbelievable *flock*!
“Holy shit…” I breathed and Heero squeezed my hand. I looked over at him; it took me a few seconds to manage words. He just waited for me, smirking. “Heero… What…?”
“It’s the dawn flight. Every morning and every evening – dawn and dusk – Wyverns patrol the boundaries of what we consider our territory. It goes back to our very beginnings as guardians and protectors. Every Wyvern old enough to change form flies twice a day.” He chuckled softly at my undoubtedly pole-axed expression. “Are you telling me you’ve never realised that I fly at dawn and dusk every day, weather permitting?”
I stared at him. Now that he mentioned it, I had noticed a couple of times when he wasn’t there when I awoke. I’d just assumed that he was… jogging… or something. I guess he was, Wyvern-style. How silly of me. My face felt funny; I’m sure I made an interesting color change.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders for a quick squeeze. “They’ve seen us; here they come.”
No. Shit.
The whole flock was literally *falling* from the sky toward our location. I think I actually gasped out loud as they lunged for the earth like suicidal pigeons, only to make a sudden swoop-and-stall and land light as a feather, instantly changing form as they touched the ground.
We were surrounded by males and females and children of all sizes, a veritable garden of bright colors; most of them chattering and squealing excitedly, calling out to Heero, or trying to touch him. He replied in kind, not that I understood much of it.
I should have been immune to surprises by then, but my brain apparently had other ideas.
I expected Heero’s grandmother to be a tiny, grey-haired Asian doll-lady, most likely wearing a silk kimono and geta and with her hair done up in that Geisha style, with enameled sticks holding it in place.
I was not prepared, when Heero murmured, “Sobo,” to discover a tall, rangy, blue-eyed, silver-blonde *Amazon*, dressed in white cowboy boots, turquoise jeans and a matching t-shirt emblazoned with the legend, “Tag; you’re lunch.”
She was taller than me; as tall as Heero, and not beautiful, but striking. Her blue eyes were lighter than Heero’s; royal to his cobalt. Her hair, worn long, with the sides pulled back in a fancy clip, had a touch of blue in its silver. This was, I realised, the silver-blue Wyvern I had noticed amongst the flock.
She strode through the crowd to wrap Heero in a hard hug, before turning her attention to me.
“Finally!” she laughed. “I’ve only been after this dragonette for months to bring you! I was beginning to think I would have to go to him to meet you!” She took my hands, drawing me close to kiss my cheek lightly. “Welcome, Duo, to Clan Torii.”
She turned to the crowd and raised a hand for silence. It fell instantly. Obviously, Wyverns were better-disciplined than Banshees or Humans.
All eyes turned expectantly.
She laid one arm around my shoulders and spoke in a ringing voice that needed no amplification, translating as she went for my benefit.
“Clan Torii; I bid you welcome the one who has captured the heart of my daughter’s son; the Banshee called Duo.”
A cheer went up. My face combusted. Heero smirked at me, the light of possession bright in his eyes.
“All will have a chance to make his acquaintance; in the meantime, respect his and Heero’s privacy.”
She dismissed them with a wave of her hand, and they all went, which kind of shocked me. The whole bunch, a thousand, at least, just flowed away to attend to their daily business.
“Wow…!” I breathed and heard Heero snickering beside me.
“Ah,” she smiled when we were alone. “That’s much better.” She flashed me a wide grin, and I couldn’t help thinking ‘the better to eat you with, my dear.’ That was silly; Heero was more likely to take a bite out of me than she was. I think.
Then we were walking across a cobblestone street to a courtyard straight out of the travel books on Japan. In the few brief moments before we reached the house, I saw bonsai and carefully raked sand gardens arranged around several elegant and ancient shrines, an elaborate koi pond with a small stream flowing from it, and tiny, almost decorative bridges spanning it here and there. It seemed like serenity personified.
The house was built in traditional Japanese style with sliding paper walls, woven mats on the floor, high ceilings and a sense of airy openness.
I must have been gaping, because Giniro took my hand, tucking my arm in hers, and drawing me close to her side.
“You have never seen a traditional Japanese home, have you?”
I admitted to that lack in my experience. “But I like this…” I said. “It’s not that different from the house I grew up in. In concept, I mean.”
I could have tipped over into babble with little effort, I think. My eyes couldn’t seem to settle on any one thing, but kept bouncing around the spare, elegant rooms.
Heero’s grandmother just chuckled. “We are adaptive creatures. I believe the Humans express it as ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do.’”
She led us to a large room, obviously a bedroom. It had a futon on the floor, a lacquered chest in one corner, decorative kimonos displayed on the walls along with scrolls and screens depicting Humans or perhaps Elves or other Magical Creatures, Wyverns and other Dragons in various combinations.
“Take a few minutes,” she said, “to make yourself at home, Duo, and then we’ll have tea.” She looked me up and down and sighed, her blue eyes sparkling, then left us.
“So,” said Heero after a moment of silence. “Do you like her?” He looked… eager.
“I’m trying to decide,” I teased and he growled at me and swept me up in his arms. “Yes, I like her!” I laughed. He threw back his head and howled, swinging me around in a circle until I was dizzy.
I forget sometimes how *strong* he is, until he does something like that. Then I’m reminded of how easily he could just break me into pieces. But he doesn’t… Because I matter to him.
Oh, don’t let me get started down that path! That way leads to whimpering and bad memories and that ever-present ache in the back of my heart.
I swallowed that damn lump that pops into my throat on occasion, and held on tight even after he set me down.
“Duo?” he murmured against my hair, nuzzling gently.
“I’m okay,” I replied. “Mostly.”
He laid one of those deadly hands against my cheek, caressing so tenderly. “Your Clan are fools not to see how wonderful you are. My Clan will make up for that,” he whispered.
I know what he means, and I appreciate the effort he makes to give me an alternative to my own miserable kin, but still… I just leaned into him for a few minutes, and let his warmth soak in.
Then we dumped our cloaks and the things we had tucked up in our respective otherspaces, and went to have tea with the IchiBan. But not before I spent a few minutes dithering about whether to offer the gifts I’d brought now or later. Heero just snorted when I asked.
“I told you that you needn’t come bearing gifts; she can’t be bought. If she likes you, she likes you.”
“And... she likes me?” I tried hesitantly.
“Yes,” he said softly, his deep blue eyes glowing. “She likes you.”
I had to swallow that damn lump in my throat again. “Okay... But I brought presents, and by gods, I’m giving them! So you better plan a time for it,” I commanded.
He bowed theatrically. “As you wish, my lord.”
Sometimes, he is just... weird.
I expect to spend Sunday and Monday dead, as I'm going to the fair on Saturday. If I make it home without getting heatstroke it will have been a wonderful day.
I go for the food anyway... What better excuse to eat stuff that's just bad for me?
Anyway; a trifle for the nice people who still talk to me. And the ones who've learned better.
BFB - Part 078a - Off To See The Wyverns - The Clan
I stared up at the sky; my jaw somewhere around my knees. There must have been a thousand of them – at least! All sizes, from children to adults; all the colors of the rainbow, and some I’m sure the rainbow never dreamed of.
Looping, diving, soaring, circling in one massive, unbelievable *flock*!
“Holy shit…” I breathed and Heero squeezed my hand. I looked over at him; it took me a few seconds to manage words. He just waited for me, smirking. “Heero… What…?”
“It’s the dawn flight. Every morning and every evening – dawn and dusk – Wyverns patrol the boundaries of what we consider our territory. It goes back to our very beginnings as guardians and protectors. Every Wyvern old enough to change form flies twice a day.” He chuckled softly at my undoubtedly pole-axed expression. “Are you telling me you’ve never realised that I fly at dawn and dusk every day, weather permitting?”
I stared at him. Now that he mentioned it, I had noticed a couple of times when he wasn’t there when I awoke. I’d just assumed that he was… jogging… or something. I guess he was, Wyvern-style. How silly of me. My face felt funny; I’m sure I made an interesting color change.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders for a quick squeeze. “They’ve seen us; here they come.”
No. Shit.
The whole flock was literally *falling* from the sky toward our location. I think I actually gasped out loud as they lunged for the earth like suicidal pigeons, only to make a sudden swoop-and-stall and land light as a feather, instantly changing form as they touched the ground.
We were surrounded by males and females and children of all sizes, a veritable garden of bright colors; most of them chattering and squealing excitedly, calling out to Heero, or trying to touch him. He replied in kind, not that I understood much of it.
I should have been immune to surprises by then, but my brain apparently had other ideas.
I expected Heero’s grandmother to be a tiny, grey-haired Asian doll-lady, most likely wearing a silk kimono and geta and with her hair done up in that Geisha style, with enameled sticks holding it in place.
I was not prepared, when Heero murmured, “Sobo,” to discover a tall, rangy, blue-eyed, silver-blonde *Amazon*, dressed in white cowboy boots, turquoise jeans and a matching t-shirt emblazoned with the legend, “Tag; you’re lunch.”
She was taller than me; as tall as Heero, and not beautiful, but striking. Her blue eyes were lighter than Heero’s; royal to his cobalt. Her hair, worn long, with the sides pulled back in a fancy clip, had a touch of blue in its silver. This was, I realised, the silver-blue Wyvern I had noticed amongst the flock.
She strode through the crowd to wrap Heero in a hard hug, before turning her attention to me.
“Finally!” she laughed. “I’ve only been after this dragonette for months to bring you! I was beginning to think I would have to go to him to meet you!” She took my hands, drawing me close to kiss my cheek lightly. “Welcome, Duo, to Clan Torii.”
She turned to the crowd and raised a hand for silence. It fell instantly. Obviously, Wyverns were better-disciplined than Banshees or Humans.
All eyes turned expectantly.
She laid one arm around my shoulders and spoke in a ringing voice that needed no amplification, translating as she went for my benefit.
“Clan Torii; I bid you welcome the one who has captured the heart of my daughter’s son; the Banshee called Duo.”
A cheer went up. My face combusted. Heero smirked at me, the light of possession bright in his eyes.
“All will have a chance to make his acquaintance; in the meantime, respect his and Heero’s privacy.”
She dismissed them with a wave of her hand, and they all went, which kind of shocked me. The whole bunch, a thousand, at least, just flowed away to attend to their daily business.
“Wow…!” I breathed and heard Heero snickering beside me.
“Ah,” she smiled when we were alone. “That’s much better.” She flashed me a wide grin, and I couldn’t help thinking ‘the better to eat you with, my dear.’ That was silly; Heero was more likely to take a bite out of me than she was. I think.
Then we were walking across a cobblestone street to a courtyard straight out of the travel books on Japan. In the few brief moments before we reached the house, I saw bonsai and carefully raked sand gardens arranged around several elegant and ancient shrines, an elaborate koi pond with a small stream flowing from it, and tiny, almost decorative bridges spanning it here and there. It seemed like serenity personified.
The house was built in traditional Japanese style with sliding paper walls, woven mats on the floor, high ceilings and a sense of airy openness.
I must have been gaping, because Giniro took my hand, tucking my arm in hers, and drawing me close to her side.
“You have never seen a traditional Japanese home, have you?”
I admitted to that lack in my experience. “But I like this…” I said. “It’s not that different from the house I grew up in. In concept, I mean.”
I could have tipped over into babble with little effort, I think. My eyes couldn’t seem to settle on any one thing, but kept bouncing around the spare, elegant rooms.
Heero’s grandmother just chuckled. “We are adaptive creatures. I believe the Humans express it as ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do.’”
She led us to a large room, obviously a bedroom. It had a futon on the floor, a lacquered chest in one corner, decorative kimonos displayed on the walls along with scrolls and screens depicting Humans or perhaps Elves or other Magical Creatures, Wyverns and other Dragons in various combinations.
“Take a few minutes,” she said, “to make yourself at home, Duo, and then we’ll have tea.” She looked me up and down and sighed, her blue eyes sparkling, then left us.
“So,” said Heero after a moment of silence. “Do you like her?” He looked… eager.
“I’m trying to decide,” I teased and he growled at me and swept me up in his arms. “Yes, I like her!” I laughed. He threw back his head and howled, swinging me around in a circle until I was dizzy.
I forget sometimes how *strong* he is, until he does something like that. Then I’m reminded of how easily he could just break me into pieces. But he doesn’t… Because I matter to him.
Oh, don’t let me get started down that path! That way leads to whimpering and bad memories and that ever-present ache in the back of my heart.
I swallowed that damn lump that pops into my throat on occasion, and held on tight even after he set me down.
“Duo?” he murmured against my hair, nuzzling gently.
“I’m okay,” I replied. “Mostly.”
He laid one of those deadly hands against my cheek, caressing so tenderly. “Your Clan are fools not to see how wonderful you are. My Clan will make up for that,” he whispered.
I know what he means, and I appreciate the effort he makes to give me an alternative to my own miserable kin, but still… I just leaned into him for a few minutes, and let his warmth soak in.
Then we dumped our cloaks and the things we had tucked up in our respective otherspaces, and went to have tea with the IchiBan. But not before I spent a few minutes dithering about whether to offer the gifts I’d brought now or later. Heero just snorted when I asked.
“I told you that you needn’t come bearing gifts; she can’t be bought. If she likes you, she likes you.”
“And... she likes me?” I tried hesitantly.
“Yes,” he said softly, his deep blue eyes glowing. “She likes you.”
I had to swallow that damn lump in my throat again. “Okay... But I brought presents, and by gods, I’m giving them! So you better plan a time for it,” I commanded.
He bowed theatrically. “As you wish, my lord.”
Sometimes, he is just... weird.
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Date: 2004-06-29 09:41 pm (UTC)I have a feeling I should post a sugar warning for later...
Actually, I kinda like Granny too. But god help us all if she ever hears us calling her 'Granny'...
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Date: 2004-06-30 12:55 pm (UTC)Oh, honey honey! Da da dada da dum.
You are my candy...
OWWWW!
*rubs head*
Sorry... it's what it made me think of. :P
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Date: 2004-06-30 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-01 04:36 am (UTC)