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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 4:19:36 GMT -5
Willow leaned back onto the tree behind her. It too was a willow. Just not human. But, she isn't that human either, she decided. Her body is probably made of 90% ice, and 10% human. The tree is most likely, the most human between them. Willow then decided not to worry about her tree qualities and instead worry about pressing matters.
Such as remembering where her room was. She had dropped her bags off in her room. Her two measly bags. Willow couldn't really find any purposeful things to take with her besides a ton of sunscreen and clothes. Willow gently shook her head, trying to stay on topic in her mind. Even in spring, the sun rays filtering through the willow's branches made her uncomfortable.
Then it came to memory that Willow had her key to her dorm room in her short's pocket. She took it out and studied it, "Room 468." Her voice was barely audible. She put the key back into it's place. She found it in the doorknob of her room. Her room door also had a little sticky note stuck to it with her name upon it.
Willow didn't take much time to look at her new semipermanent home when she dropped off her bags. All she saw were two empty beds and no signs of another person living within her room. She placed her bags on the bed farthest from the door, put on sunscreen, and quickly left. She felt overwhelmed enough, after spending a few days out in sea on a boat, and then coming here to see that room. Her parents were too scared that if Willow went on a plane, she'd freeze it. So boat it was, where Willow worried that she'd cause a miniature Titanic. And to keep her mind off home and boat sickness, Willow went outside, then found the meadow with the willow tree.
Another pressing matter was that Willow had come to this school completely unprepared. After her sister's incident, Willow's parents began focusing on her more. And after two years of this "focusing" they found this place, and sent her off with no warning. Literally. She had a day to pack. She has no class schedule. Or how to traverse inside the school. If she did, she would've probably met a staff member that could've helped her. She barely made it into her room. The only thing she practically knew was that she's in the Serpen's house, so she wore her house colors. A red shirt that rather clashed with her pale skin. Team spirit.
Willow sighed and curled up against the willow tree. Her black hair fell in front of her fluttering eyelids. Willow felt too tired and dizzy from the sun to get up and sleep in her own room. So she let her eyelids fall down. She decided to find help later.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 17:10:33 GMT -5
Fira sighed as she walked throughout the school grounds, eventually finding the meadow, and, the sleeping creature infront of her, laying against a tree. A willow tree, to be precise. Fira Luella sniffed the air, searching for the scent of the creature. She made a confused face for a split second. She smelled like ice and human. More ice than human though. What was this creature?
In her one hundred and nineteen years of existence she had never smelled this creature.
She willed her nineteen year old body to move towards it, and she cocked her head slightly looking at it. Her long, pointed tipped ears poked through her free, flowing pure white hair that cascaded to the middle of her back, and her bright blue and gold ringed eyes searched the creature to see if they were truly asleep.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 20:15:46 GMT -5
Willow never really liked dreams. They were never interesting. Nor were her nightmares. This dream was like any other, where Willow had a rather bland dream. She was simply sitting in a black void. She wondered if she was dead. If so, death was more dull than she wanted it to be. She sat there, thinking, letting time tick on. But then, a burst of white light enveloped Willow's vision.
Turned out that this light was just the sun peeking through the willow's branches, unceremoniously waking up Willow. She groaned from the blinding light and rubbed her eyes. She wasn't sure how long she slept here, but judging from how her body was only slightly sore, she probably slept for a tight few dozens.
Willow sat up from her curled position and stretched. She stopped when she noticed someone watching her from the corner of her eye. She weakly stood up and turned to face them, quiet. Willow observed the young adult, wondering how long has the woman been watching her. Willow wasn't very sure if the woman was even fully human- she had pointed ears popping through her pure white hair. The beautiful woman made Willow feel nervous, but Willow kept a flat face on. The fact that Willow was also muddled by the sunlight didn't help either.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 23:39:40 GMT -5
"Your finally awake." She commented, a hundred years of practice allowing her to talk without fear of stabbing her tongue on her elongated fangs. "I was beginning to think you were in a rutting coma." She added, gaging the distance between them. A few feet, if she was correct.
A few feet was enough distance between them. Not too far to seem weird, not too close to seem weird. Th perfect distance. "Before you ask I'm not human, I'm something called a Fae." She said, as if sensing that Willow was wondering what she was.
That question came out of stranger's mouth's so often that she had begun to just tell them before they asked. It saved so much time and so much repetition on the words, and it saved so much of her tiny patience. You would think someone that was nearly immortal would have a great amount of pateince, but sadly near immortality did not grant Fira the ability to wait for something or have a large amount of pateince.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 3:02:33 GMT -5
Welp, she had fangs. And the fact she was watching her sleep didn't help. Perhaps she's a vampire. If vampires could stand in the sun without sparkling. Willow decided the woman was not in fact a vampire. Willow then wondered if she really did sleep long enough to be in a 'rutting coma'. She hoped not. It would mean the woman could stand watching her that long.
At least she wasn't too close to Willow. Then the non-vampire spoke again. Willow thought about her new acquired info. The woman was a Fae. She wasn't quite sure what it was, for she never really liked to read fantasy books. Only cruddy romance and science fiction. But, Willow had enough information to understand that this Fae would turn on her if Willow did something, ahem, of her normal deeds. Too bad Willow will probably still do it.
Willow definitely did not feel comfortable now. She felt the burn of the sun and the woman's words. She, in fact, felt rather nervous. So nervous that a thin layer of frost began forming on her clothes, the other willow, and the grass. Willow was quite ready to leave this stranger in the meadow. At the same time, her dominate female instincts yelled inside her head. Too bad they're the louder voices compared to 'common' sense.
Her cold blue eyes locked upon the Fae's gaze. She slightly raised her chin up, and narrowed her pupils. The best the teenager could do with glaring."Fae. Never heard of it. Neither have you ever heard of a dentist, you got some fangs brewing up in that mouth of yours."
Human or not, Willow doesn't like others. Especially ones who watch her sleep, because that's darn creepy.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 8:27:26 GMT -5
Fira narrowed her eyes in turn, and as she did so she missed the fact that some of the grass, the willow, and willows shirt were being iced over lightly. "if you had heard of the Fae before you would know that I happen to have fangs because Fae are born with elongated fangs, and they are a proud sign of our heritage, along with the ears." She growled, already a little bit mad.
It is also a shame that near immortality didn't give her a longer fuse, that would be a great improvement on her tiny, short one she had as of now.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 15:23:16 GMT -5
Willow studied the area around them, and backed up into a shadier spot. She needed to decrease her body heat- just in case. The frost followed her, growing thicker like her attitude. It may have looked like a sign of fear, backing up like that, but Willow didn't care. She didn't really want to argue with this woman, Willow already felt weak and miserable enough. But, again, her pride was a bigger priority.
"Is it pride that causes a Fae to watch people in a 'rutting coma'?"
The sixteen year old was shaking. She felt rather dizzy. So, Willow leaned against the willow tree, trying not to waste her energy on standing. She decided it was a mistake to sleep under the willow, and then get in an argument. It was a mistake to even leave her dorm, and out into the sun, without knowing anyone. Quite frankly, her body was much agreeing with it's protest to even stand. But Willow kept standing. And glaring.
Sometimes Willow wonders why she even bothers with others. She sucks at talking.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 16:24:17 GMT -5
"In my entire life I have never seen a creature like you, so I decided to take a look. Not look, but smell. You smell like ice and human, so I got curious." Fira stated, before she created a small wave of fire to melt the ice that was growing thicker.
"And be careful with the ice, it can damage the tree." Fira Luella added, before sending out another wave of Crimson and gold flames to melt more of the ice, though she left a small circle around the other alone.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 17:23:07 GMT -5
Willow wondered if the smell of human Popsicle was really that flamboyant. Or did she smell of iced human tea? Or too much deodorant? Her questions were forgotten when flames of doom melted her marching ice. Willow's eyes were wide when she watched the flames melt away the ice. Willow made a note to herself: this lady is just like her sister, a pyromaniac.
Well, Willow's plan to decrease her body temperature has failed. Even if the Fae left a circle of ice, frost, and whatever else Willow may have made in her nervous wreck, Willow was still bubbling up. The wave of heat was perhaps too intense for poor Willow. It was certainly enough for her to completely slump against the willow tree and slowly slide onto the ground, allowing her exhausted body to rest.
Willow looked up at Fira with distaste. "Be careful not to burn me or the tree down. As you said, I smell of ice and human. Ice can melt."
Willow deemed her choice of too much deodorant a good choice. She was sweating quite badly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 17:30:47 GMT -5
"Do you think I want to be charged with rutting murder?" Fira asked rhetorically, keeping a straight face as she did so.
"But it will only burn you if I want it to, and so far you've managed to stay lucky and keep off my mile long list of people I want to burn into ashes." She added, before she flicked her fingers and they became in cases in fire. "See?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 17:42:08 GMT -5
Willow really wanted to say that the Fae would probably just burn down the court and get away with the murder of the two willows. But she decided not to, because the Fae was already troubling Willow enough.
Willow pressed her face against the cool trunk of the willow and closed her eyes, listening to Fira talk. Burning or not burning, her fire is fire. And from experience, Willow knows that she and fire did not mix well. With her luck, Willow will probably be sick for a few days from this encounter.
She slightly opened her eyes to stare into Fira's eyes. "I wouldn't really call it luck."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 19:34:30 GMT -5
"With my short temper it's a miracle." She said, before giving a slight yawn, opening her mouth fully as if silently roaring as she did so. "Even a hundred and nineteen years of existance can't help that." She added, dropping in her true age, which she didn't do for many people.
She usually just let them guess her age, she usually let them guess that she was as old as she looked, though she was quite a bit older than that.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 20:58:36 GMT -5
Willow watched the Fae yawn, interested if her dental insurance covered her fangs. Probably.
Willow raised her head up at Fira when she said her age. Willow cocked her head, wondering if this was a joke. But then she considered the Fae's much uncommon appearance and decided it was normal enough. At least the woman didn't have devil horns or such.
Willow turned away from the woman, pressed her back against the tree, and closed her eyes. She felt less nervous, so she shakily formed a thin layer frost on her pounding forehead. She opened her eyes and stared straight ahead, off into the meadow. The sun was starting to come down, and the sky had a few spots of light orange across it. She saw Fira from the corner of her eye.
"That's an awful long time to spend on this world," Willow dully looked up at the Fae, "and a lot of time to practice on anger management."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 21:12:05 GMT -5
"I have many more years in this miserable realm." She said, before responding to her last words. "But I haven't had much free time until a year ago. It was a bit boring for me, since I'm used to a bit of action. So that led me to coming here. I thought it couldn't be that much of a waste of time." She finished, and she began picking at her nails boredly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2016 21:40:02 GMT -5
Willow looked back towards the sky. The day was getting cooler, thankfully. Willow wondered what type of action did this Fae had. Fun? Adventure? Danger? She'll probably never ask, but she pondered it in her head. She never had a really exciting life, besides the brawls she had with her twin. Willow's frost patch was melting, so she froze it again, cooling her head effectively.
She stood up awkwardly while Fira spoke. She still leaned against the tree, but appeared much stronger than before. She turned her head towards the woman, inspecting her. Quite frankly, she looked bored.
"School? Action? I hope you were proven wrong. And I bet you were, if you're wasting time talking to me."
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