09-06-2018, 10:01 PM
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Thea's voice prompted her to retrieve herself from her immobile state. She was no longer tongue-tied, and as soon as her brain processed the leopard's words, she opened her mouth to respond. However, Thea was quicker, beating her with another question. "These pictures were all just... here," Brynhild answered, emerald eyes peeling away from the older female to move to a random location within the room. As if guided by a mysterious force, she plucked up a single picture.
"I believe this is for you," she murmured, returning to Thea. The photograph was of the girl and her mentor. Though unbeknownst to Bryn, this picture was taken about the time Thea became Suiteheart's mentor. Thea was grinning, and Suiteheart was in the middle of a laugh. As she handed the picture over, she said, "'Y-You're str-stron-ger than you think, ki-ddo, but do-do-N-tuh forg-forget to ta-take it - easy! L-l-love, Su-Sui-...Suite!'" Brynhild had not mastered reading yet, and she did stumble over her words, but the meaning was there: Thea was stronger than she believed herself to be, but she did need to rest from time to time.
Brynhild hadn't noticed Moonmade when he entered - surprising given the fact that he towered over her. The large kitten did titled her head to the left as she gazed up at him. "I do not know Fangs or Her Ballin' Chain, but I do know you have a picture here too." Her face contorted in mild confusion at the curious names Moon threw at her, but she chose not to question it. Removing the puzzlement from her bi-colored features, the child moved to another stack of photographs and grabbed one of Margaery and Moonmade, sitting side-by-side and smiling. "This one says, 'Tha-nk you f-for a-all-always making me sm-smile. I l-love you-you... You are? H-Hum-Hum or? Do-N-tuh t-tell anyone, bu-but you we-were on-E of M-Marg-e's f-ay-favorite. Love, T-Tux-E-doh-l-lung a.k.a Su-Suite.'" She offered the picture to Moonmade. "That one was very difficult to read... I apologize."
For the first time, she noted his bittersweet emotions. "Why are you upset?" She was only a child, and she had not been around long enough to know about what happened with Suiteheart and Margaery. Had she, her reaction might not have been too different.
Onision's voice moved her eyes from Moonmade. She arched a fictional eyebrow at his sudden onslaught of emotion. She couldn't fathom why he was so angry. She also couldn't understand why he was accusing her of stealing. "Pardon me?" she snapped in a growl, electricity sparking from her paws. "If I stole them, as you claim, why would I be returning these photographs to their rightful owners? Are you in your correct mind?" She exhaled deeply, flicking her tail. He was lucky he had a picture.
It took only seconds for her to retrieve a picture for him. It was a group photograph: he and the white feline and the chocolate point were all gathered together. Each of them was smiling. Suite's was lopsided, Margy's was full of laughter, and Oni's was begrudging as if he was trying to pretend he didn't like the family photo. "'R-re-m-mem-buh-er: you c-can tou-touch the S-Sun. You j-jus-t ha-have to a-ay-mm h-high e-e-n-nuff. A-all my lo-love, Mom.'"
Brynhild's ears twitched as Hazel's soft voice gently wrapped around her. The kitten had seen her around camp a few times, and like so many others, Bryn was drawn to her. The Norwegian Forest Cat noted the cocoa feline's sadness, but it just confused her. Emotions were never her strong suit. Green gaze lingered on Hazel for a brief moment before she moved to the ukulele. A single picture rested there, and Bryn hurriedly brought to back to Haze.
"'N-n-ne-v-er f-for-get yo-you-R w-wor-th. You are p-pow-er-full. Do-N-tuh gi-vuh up. K-Keep m-making art and m-mu-s-sic, G-Gol-den G-ir-L. L-love, Suite.'" The witch smiled gently as she finished reading up the little note. She then handed the picture to Hazel. Two individuals stared back, each grinning brightly, each holding a ukulele. Sheets of music lined the floor.
Feyre's entrance made Brynhild's skin crawl. She could feel her powers threatening to spill over, and tiny sparks of electricity bounced from her eyes. The sparks grew in intensity when Fey parroted Oni. "I do not have time for your petty accusations, Feyre Josephine. You are not welcomed in this room. You should leave now; you are making things un-"
Her voice was stolen from her as she heard something fall to the floor. The noise was gentle, almost unnoticeable among Feyre's words. A picture had fallen to the ground. It was a picture of Margaery, sat next to a campfire, smiling softly. Brynhild could feel that strange presence wrap around her again, the one that had guided her to this place. Her face screwed up in confusion, and the lights flickered for a moment (a side effect of her powers). Shaking her head, she moved closer to Fey. "I suppose you can have this one since you are not pictured in anything here. My Disir-" she paused. "Never mind. I do not believe this one serves as a use to anyone, so it is a perfect match for someone like you." She didn't bother to read the note on the back as she handed it to the ragdoll.
[To Thea: You're stronger than you think, kiddo, but don't forget to take it easy. Love, Suite.
To Moonmade: Thank you for always making me smile. I love your humor. Don't tell anyone, but were one of Margy's favorites. Love, Tuxedolung a.k.a. Suiteheart.
To Onision: Remember: you can touch the Sun - you just have to aim high enough. All my love, Mom.
To Hazel: Never forget your worth. You are powerful. Don't give up. Keep making art and music, Golden Girl. Love, Suite.
Fey're Picture: Always and forever. Love, Suite.]
Thea's voice prompted her to retrieve herself from her immobile state. She was no longer tongue-tied, and as soon as her brain processed the leopard's words, she opened her mouth to respond. However, Thea was quicker, beating her with another question. "These pictures were all just... here," Brynhild answered, emerald eyes peeling away from the older female to move to a random location within the room. As if guided by a mysterious force, she plucked up a single picture.
"I believe this is for you," she murmured, returning to Thea. The photograph was of the girl and her mentor. Though unbeknownst to Bryn, this picture was taken about the time Thea became Suiteheart's mentor. Thea was grinning, and Suiteheart was in the middle of a laugh. As she handed the picture over, she said, "'Y-You're str-stron-ger than you think, ki-ddo, but do-do-N-tuh forg-forget to ta-take it - easy! L-l-love, Su-Sui-...Suite!'" Brynhild had not mastered reading yet, and she did stumble over her words, but the meaning was there: Thea was stronger than she believed herself to be, but she did need to rest from time to time.
Brynhild hadn't noticed Moonmade when he entered - surprising given the fact that he towered over her. The large kitten did titled her head to the left as she gazed up at him. "I do not know Fangs or Her Ballin' Chain, but I do know you have a picture here too." Her face contorted in mild confusion at the curious names Moon threw at her, but she chose not to question it. Removing the puzzlement from her bi-colored features, the child moved to another stack of photographs and grabbed one of Margaery and Moonmade, sitting side-by-side and smiling. "This one says, 'Tha-nk you f-for a-all-always making me sm-smile. I l-love you-you... You are? H-Hum-Hum or? Do-N-tuh t-tell anyone, bu-but you we-were on-E of M-Marg-e's f-ay-favorite. Love, T-Tux-E-doh-l-lung a.k.a Su-Suite.'" She offered the picture to Moonmade. "That one was very difficult to read... I apologize."
For the first time, she noted his bittersweet emotions. "Why are you upset?" She was only a child, and she had not been around long enough to know about what happened with Suiteheart and Margaery. Had she, her reaction might not have been too different.
Onision's voice moved her eyes from Moonmade. She arched a fictional eyebrow at his sudden onslaught of emotion. She couldn't fathom why he was so angry. She also couldn't understand why he was accusing her of stealing. "Pardon me?" she snapped in a growl, electricity sparking from her paws. "If I stole them, as you claim, why would I be returning these photographs to their rightful owners? Are you in your correct mind?" She exhaled deeply, flicking her tail. He was lucky he had a picture.
It took only seconds for her to retrieve a picture for him. It was a group photograph: he and the white feline and the chocolate point were all gathered together. Each of them was smiling. Suite's was lopsided, Margy's was full of laughter, and Oni's was begrudging as if he was trying to pretend he didn't like the family photo. "'R-re-m-mem-buh-er: you c-can tou-touch the S-Sun. You j-jus-t ha-have to a-ay-mm h-high e-e-n-nuff. A-all my lo-love, Mom.'"
Brynhild's ears twitched as Hazel's soft voice gently wrapped around her. The kitten had seen her around camp a few times, and like so many others, Bryn was drawn to her. The Norwegian Forest Cat noted the cocoa feline's sadness, but it just confused her. Emotions were never her strong suit. Green gaze lingered on Hazel for a brief moment before she moved to the ukulele. A single picture rested there, and Bryn hurriedly brought to back to Haze.
"'N-n-ne-v-er f-for-get yo-you-R w-wor-th. You are p-pow-er-full. Do-N-tuh gi-vuh up. K-Keep m-making art and m-mu-s-sic, G-Gol-den G-ir-L. L-love, Suite.'" The witch smiled gently as she finished reading up the little note. She then handed the picture to Hazel. Two individuals stared back, each grinning brightly, each holding a ukulele. Sheets of music lined the floor.
Feyre's entrance made Brynhild's skin crawl. She could feel her powers threatening to spill over, and tiny sparks of electricity bounced from her eyes. The sparks grew in intensity when Fey parroted Oni. "I do not have time for your petty accusations, Feyre Josephine. You are not welcomed in this room. You should leave now; you are making things un-"
Her voice was stolen from her as she heard something fall to the floor. The noise was gentle, almost unnoticeable among Feyre's words. A picture had fallen to the ground. It was a picture of Margaery, sat next to a campfire, smiling softly. Brynhild could feel that strange presence wrap around her again, the one that had guided her to this place. Her face screwed up in confusion, and the lights flickered for a moment (a side effect of her powers). Shaking her head, she moved closer to Fey. "I suppose you can have this one since you are not pictured in anything here. My Disir-" she paused. "Never mind. I do not believe this one serves as a use to anyone, so it is a perfect match for someone like you." She didn't bother to read the note on the back as she handed it to the ragdoll.
[To Thea: You're stronger than you think, kiddo, but don't forget to take it easy. Love, Suite.
To Moonmade: Thank you for always making me smile. I love your humor. Don't tell anyone, but were one of Margy's favorites. Love, Tuxedolung a.k.a. Suiteheart.
To Onision: Remember: you can touch the Sun - you just have to aim high enough. All my love, Mom.
To Hazel: Never forget your worth. You are powerful. Don't give up. Keep making art and music, Golden Girl. Love, Suite.
Fey're Picture: Always and forever. Love, Suite.]
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[glow=black,10,100]there is an old cliché under your monet, baby[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]remember the arch of roses right above your couch?