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[Action/Written, 7/18] Homesick
[Kitten has been trying to keep busy, but she's bored.
And when she gets bored, she has time to be angry. It's best to avoid that. Dragons hate captivity, and Kitten is no exception to the rule. She has seen her fill of politics, understands a fair amount from the guide and monitoring other people's journal entries, and is well aware that outside the enclosure is no better than in it. That doesn't make it chafe any less, though. The dragon finds an out of the way corner of the village and takes her frustration out on air and rocks, breathing fire and practicing some of her spells. A small section of rock is turned to gravel by the time she's through with it.
She picks through the gravel, pulling out any particularly interesting stones. They serve as a neat distraction from the fact of her captivity, so Kitten takes them and heads back to the fountain in the village center to settle in for the rest of the morning and experiment with spells on stone. The stones may be hot, or lighting up, or levitating; Kitten doesn't mind interruptions from passerby. She found one or two stones she hasn't seen at home, and she'd like to try magic before looking them up.
She stops by Seventh Heaven for lunch, eager for something to eat after a morning of magical exertion. Kitten does like good food.
After lunch, she does stop by the library for some geology texts before heading home to House 44 and proceeding to either make herself useful or make a nuisance of herself, depending on the perspective of anyone else involved. Kitten doesn't ask before whistling the wrinkles out of clothes or heating water for tea.
Once she's back in her own room, Kitten writes out song lyrics for Saori on another piece of paper before she reaches for the journal. She writes there too.]
Are you certain that time stops at home? My family is not here. I don't want to miss too much.
[She is, after all, an Immortal with a mortal family. Kitten will outlive her adoptive parents, her sister and brother, their children, and so on for generations unless she is killed. The idea of losing time with them, maybe years of time, is the nastiest thought she's had so far. Their lives are so short to begin with. Kitten is still only a baby, and by the time they reach her age her brother and sister may well be married.
It's been over two months now. She is a child and impatient, for all her immortality. Kitten wants her mama and papa, or at least some idea of when she can have them back.]
((Prose is also welcome))
And when she gets bored, she has time to be angry. It's best to avoid that. Dragons hate captivity, and Kitten is no exception to the rule. She has seen her fill of politics, understands a fair amount from the guide and monitoring other people's journal entries, and is well aware that outside the enclosure is no better than in it. That doesn't make it chafe any less, though. The dragon finds an out of the way corner of the village and takes her frustration out on air and rocks, breathing fire and practicing some of her spells. A small section of rock is turned to gravel by the time she's through with it.
She picks through the gravel, pulling out any particularly interesting stones. They serve as a neat distraction from the fact of her captivity, so Kitten takes them and heads back to the fountain in the village center to settle in for the rest of the morning and experiment with spells on stone. The stones may be hot, or lighting up, or levitating; Kitten doesn't mind interruptions from passerby. She found one or two stones she hasn't seen at home, and she'd like to try magic before looking them up.
She stops by Seventh Heaven for lunch, eager for something to eat after a morning of magical exertion. Kitten does like good food.
After lunch, she does stop by the library for some geology texts before heading home to House 44 and proceeding to either make herself useful or make a nuisance of herself, depending on the perspective of anyone else involved. Kitten doesn't ask before whistling the wrinkles out of clothes or heating water for tea.
Once she's back in her own room, Kitten writes out song lyrics for Saori on another piece of paper before she reaches for the journal. She writes there too.]
Are you certain that time stops at home? My family is not here. I don't want to miss too much.
[She is, after all, an Immortal with a mortal family. Kitten will outlive her adoptive parents, her sister and brother, their children, and so on for generations unless she is killed. The idea of losing time with them, maybe years of time, is the nastiest thought she's had so far. Their lives are so short to begin with. Kitten is still only a baby, and by the time they reach her age her brother and sister may well be married.
It's been over two months now. She is a child and impatient, for all her immortality. Kitten wants her mama and papa, or at least some idea of when she can have them back.]
((Prose is also welcome))
[Action]
It's during one of these lapses that she ends up getting as far as the fountain, and there she notices that things are getting rather interesting. She looks about to see who's responsible for that rock levitating around nose-level and spots an adorable little dragon. Instantly, she beams at her.]
Hello there! Are you using eres?
[She means magic--the vocabulary it's a little different on her world, and she always forgets that it's not universal.]
[Action]
The dragon will write if she has to, but she still finds the process of communicating that way slow and tedious. She'll wait to see if her new acquaintance figures things out without words first.
Kitten is wearing a nametag around her neck, though, 'Skysong' written on it in Saori's handwriting.]
[Action]
Oh, my name is Grune. What's your name?
[Action]
She chirps a few notes, as close as she can manage to the cadence of 'Pleased to meet you.' Then Kitten grasps the tag between the claws of one forefoot, holding it up toward Grune so that Grune can read her name.]
[Action]
Oh, what a pretty name! It's very nice to meet you, Skysong.
[Action]
Taking out the slate and chalk she carries in a small bag, she writes:] What is eres?