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Post by Quon Kisaragi on Dec 5, 2009 3:59:49 GMT 10
Quan walked steadily along thet edge of the beach, the waves stopping just short of her foot steps. In the dusk of the day, she walked with the purple umbrella perched carefully on her shoulder blocking the semi-sun from hitting her pale porcelain skin. Her gaze shifted out to the water and she stopped walking. What was he doing, the great God Pan, down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban. Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, and breaking the golden lilies afloat
with the dragon-fly on the river.
She spoke softly her gaze out on the far distant horizon. Her posture was impeccable like always, she stood tall proud and strong. Though she was an extremely frail and confused person, you wouldn't tell from looking at her from a far. hmm. was the final sound to pass her lips as she watched the waves.
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Post by Merrin on Dec 10, 2009 16:31:14 GMT 10
Saria walked down the beach picking pieces of rubbish of her dress, she had just landed on earth. Not the most gracful landing she had ever had but a landing nonetheless. She picked up a bit of sand and looked over at the ocean, she saw another persan watching the ocean carefully.
She pered over dusting the sand out of her shoes, "Hello!" She called out the lady.
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Post by Quon Kisaragi on Jan 1, 2010 1:09:12 GMT 10
(( sorry about the delay Holiday seasons are busy I'll be back on regularly with the new year~))
As the voice hit her ears Quon turned slowly and tilted her head faintly as she did. "Ra ra?" was all her voice managed as she stood facing the stranger. Silently her hands tightened and loosened around the umbrella handle. Her gaze studied the girl a long silent moment before she spoke again "From antiquity, people have recognized the connection between naming and power. Give me power?" She asked tilting her head a little more. Her voice was soft almost sounding more confused then anything. Hints of joy and excitement were there too. Quon hadn't met anyone recently, she was feeling a little lonely as of late.
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Post by Merrin on Jan 1, 2010 10:26:03 GMT 10
Saria looked at the woman, she wasn't used to seeing people act or talk like that. She walked closer over to the lady, the wind blew agianst Saria. She looked up into the sky, So this is earth, she thought to herself. She then looked at the lady, "You, you want to know my name?" Saria really had no idea what the lady was saying, although her sister was pretty hard to understand to, "It is Angol Saria."
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Post by Quon Kisaragi on Jan 3, 2010 2:40:31 GMT 10
When the girl spoke her name Quon smiled. "Saria..." she repeated studying her a moment before softly speaking again "Quon" was the simple word she spoke, smiling again. Slowly, Quon turned to face the ocean again she studied it a moment before softly whispering “As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”
Her gaze turned back to the other girl "Why are you here?" she asked tilting her head
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Post by Merrin on Jan 3, 2010 10:21:16 GMT 10
Saria looked at the woman and smiled, though the woman spoke in strnage terms that Saria had never encounted before. Somthing about them was calming, similar to the ocean they were both staring into.
She then realised Quans next question, Saria thought for a moment. She really couldn't tell this woman what her true plans were could she?
"Sight seeing," she said, "You could say from another area."
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Post by Quon Kisaragi on Jan 5, 2010 4:11:11 GMT 10
"Sight seeing..." Quon mimicked. She stood a moment then slowly turned to start walking past the girl, her steps were careful as the sand easily shifted under her weight. “Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” She said not glancing back to see if the other girl would follow, In her life span, people just automatically did what she wanted, regardless of if she asked or not. Many years of living like that, and you start to think that everyone does.
After a few feet of walking she spoke again " Why here?" she questioned stopping as the distant cliff came into view
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Post by Merrin on Jan 5, 2010 13:23:08 GMT 10
Saria looked up at Quon, though the lady spoke in strange terms it was sort of calimng. It almost made Saria sleepy but she had to concentrate there were things she needed to do.
But...how could she answer Quon's question, it's not like she could say "Hi I'm an alien from a race of Angols here to find my big sister who is supposed to destroy this planet?" True she would be telling the truth.
"Family," she said quietly, "You could say following a dream?" She often would use speech similar to her sisters, in a way it calmed her from being alone.
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Post by Quon Kisaragi on Jan 6, 2010 5:51:01 GMT 10
Quon nodded a little, family was a good a reason as any to travel. Not that she could exactly relate slowly she continued to the cliff, then carefully set herself down on a stray rock and looked back to Saria. "What is a dream? Is it a figment of the mind, a twisted unsure form of what you deeply desire? Or is it more...What is a dream?" she spoke softly her gaze out on the ocean seemingly very concentrated on her question. Though within a few short seconds the girl was smiling again her gaze back on the stranger near to her. Deep down, she knew there was a lot more then what she was being told. Yet despite herself she couldn't bring herself to press the matter
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