Jun 17, 2011 22:06
tricklesdown: teagan,
gentlydone: elliot,
curiouser_x2: alice liddell,
fluffycurse: caleb,
wigglesalong: tristan knight,
musikaith: dechá,
fearsomefaith: gideon southey,
thedarkblues: cecily oxford,
#necklaces,
abattyowl: nector,
- members,
*action,
cardinalyellow: gaspar justo,
illioundersky: illio,
wouldntthatbe: jerry redmond,
bookofworlds: payton,
larceny_and: tyranny,
duplicar: salem,
a_littlelight: aaron parker,
firstlaugh: tinker bell,
howaverage: emilia gorski
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[On hearing the soft rustle of someone approaching Gideon cranes his head up to peer over the tufts of long grass. He smiles loosely at the impending figure and realises he knows this man from a previous conversation ...about living in trees, he remembers.]
Ah. Hello there!
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The man who'd rather live in trees... hello. [ He smoothly drops down into the grass near to Gideon, practically sprawling immediately onto his back, though he momentarily restrains himself. Small flowers burst around his fingertips, where he touches the ground, an array of unnamed pinks and purples. ]
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[he opens his mouth to reply but his breath is caught in abrupt fascination as he stares at the flower bursts elicited by Tristan's touch. Gideon unashamedly stares with a half-confused, half-wondering smile before leaning towards the little flowers with a hesitantly pointing finger]
Sorry, but how on earth are you doing that?
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In a giddy stage whisper: ] Magic. May I?
[ Before waiting for an answer, Tristan takes Gideon's hand in his own, and presses it against the earth. With a little concenration, he pushes the magic out of his fingertips and through Gideon's... and daisies appear in a joyous flurry beneath Gideon's fingers. ] Can you feel that? Magic and life, inexplicably and beautifully intertwined.
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That - was that you? How did you...
[the journal falls limp and forgotten as Gideon pulls his other hand away from it to press it fervently against the earth to try and recreate the effect - but it fails, much to his disappointment, and he glances aside at Tristan]
Can you teach me?
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It isn't a skill, more of an inheritance. I'm terribly sorry, but it's not something I can teach, which is an awful shame... you're a man who appreciates the wonders of the natural world. [ His smile is lopsided, fond. ] I have spent over two hundred years drifting between here and the human world; I defy all reason, magical and human, because no human has ever spent long enough amongst these fields to be enveloped in magic like those who make their home here. Yet here I am!
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Ah. That is a shame.
[he listens curiously to Tristan's speech before piping up with hesitant questions that cut in to the other man's exclamation]
Wait, this is your home? [he shakes his head a little, as if he has misheard] And you're two hundred years old?
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Would you show me it again? The flower magic, I mean. Can you make anything else grow?
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