Mini Fae - Ya. XD My Little Fae boys and girls. :3
I took a shoot of my little ones the other day, Aniqa (SDC Renee), Keely (DZ Feilian), and Doyle (Hewitt 2). My Mini Fae (not minifee - Mini Fae XD because they are all supposed to be Fae (their characters) and they are mini-size ^^).
I took a bunch of just Keely after, too, but I want to get some icons done for her before posting those - I'm just doing lots of nothing much today - surfing DoA every hour or so in hopes of a Pearl and otherwise just anxious and not knowing what to do with myself. :\ So I share pictures. ^^
Actually, it's a PhotoStory (haven't done one of those in a while ^^). Just a short lil' one, though. :3
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It begins with Aniqa and Keely wandering around in the snowy trails deep within Fae woods, the crunch of their footfalls loud in the hush of silent snow. Keely's steps are regular, slow, soft... distracted. She is a delicate thing, rosy skin pulled taught and almost translucently pale over strong, but thin arms, as if the flush of her cheeks were merely the colour of her insides filtering through to the outside. Large eyes, bright sea-green, are wide, sharp, angular face thoughtful, mind wandering with her gaze, elsewhere, and her slender fingers twitch at her skirts and twist absently in her hair, ribbons of ruddy-red dripping silken through her touch.
Her sister is loud, in contrast, Aniqa's steps quick then slow then quick then slow, as she runs away to peer around every corner then back again to walk for a while beside her sister only to run off once more. The sound of her excited jabber drifts across the snow like birdsong, a quick twitter of words almost too fast to follow, cadence musical, lyrical, rising and falling as she has to speak louder further away then quieter when she returns. The words are not English, nor are they Common Fae, they are Brixie, a strange and alien twisting of Pixie chatter and a Brownie's slow-as-rock rhythm. Keely's replies fall like a counterpoint, softspoken and distracted, as oft spoken in the completely opposite direction from her sister as towards her.
It is a strange thing, to think of them as sisters, but related by blood they are, at least through their father, anyway. Aniqa's dirty-blond frizz of hair comes from him, as do her yellow eyes and muscular, stockier, if lithe and completely female, build. She is the picture of health and vitality and compared to her sister's wan and birdlike frame, the differences are clear. But still there is something akin in them, they are completely even in height, right down to the barest millimeter, and they have the same, twitchy curve to their lips when they smile, though in truth, it is the more boisterous sister who smiles more often. But the one, almost tell-tale and completely obvious sign, of kinship in them is the care they clearly feel for each other, the protective air that hovers around Aniqa whenever she is around her sister - or not around her, too - the care of a sister for her own, younger, prone-to-wandering, totally innocent one. And the way Keely looks to her sister, following her lead, safe in her older, bolder protection, yet still quietly showing care for her sister in return, as well, in her own way as she can.
The two, together, are more than they are, apart.
Keely: Ani?
Aniqa: Ya?
Keely: Do we know where we are, Ani?
Aniqa: What are you talkin' 'bout, 'course I know where we are!
Keely: But do we really, Ani...?
Aniqa: Of course! ... *glancing around in what she thinks of as 'slyly'* You wait here.
Keely: Okay... *allowing herself to be settled against a half-ruin of old stone wall rising out of the snow and brush, waiting as if she might wait forever as her sister runs off ahead of her*
Keely: Do you see anything, Ani? *weak, distracted voice filtering up the trail to her sister*
Aniqa: *looking around for a moment, bottom lip catching between her teeth with a pondering look* Umm...
Aniqa: Hmm... Err...
Aniqa: It's that way! *pointing through what seems to be a more well-worn path through the deep snows*
Aniqa: I think... *she quietly mutters to herself as she turns back round to fetch her sister again*
Aniqa: *finding Keely propped exactly where she'd been left - for once - she also notices the almost worried look on her sister's face as she gets closer*
Keely: Ani... *her fingers twisting in her skirts, the filmy gauze of tattered pink fluttering around her knees. Not something she'd chosen for herself, but something her sister had picked out for her, as everything she wears tends to be... picked out by someone else, her mind too full - or so her sister always insists - to bother herself with mundane thoughts like rememberig to get dressed*
Aniqa: Mm-hm? *her enthusiastic prompt as she tromps back, closer*
Keely: Should I be cold, Ani?
Aniqa: *pausing for a moment as she gets back to her sister, falling lazily to lean up beside her, shrugging* I dunno... are you?
Keely: *for a moment it's as if she's been asked a very difficult question and her brow furrows, puzzled, bottom lip catching and twisting in her teeth before her head slowly shakes, a few more strands of silken hair falling out of the band she ties it back in to keep it out of her way when she's working* No... I don't think so, Ani. But should I be? *her brow smoothing as she points out the obvious* There's snow.
Aniqa: If you're not cold, you're not cold. It's okay. I'm not cold either, right? See? *she grins reassuringly as she leans in close to rest her forehead against Keely's temple* That's just how we're made... Why? Do you think you should be?
Keely: *a slow, hesitant shrug lifts one delicate shoulder, gaze curling away to look out at the snow, fingers still picking at her skirts* People in the camp don't dress like me... they look at me strange, Ani... They have coats and scarves--
Keely: *a sudden rustle in the brush seems to catch her attention and her thoughts suddenly scatter and refocus, intent on whatever has moved in the scrub, she freezes, large eyes fixed*
Aniqa: *brow furrowing, taking her sister's hand in hers to keep her from scurrying away* What? *wary eyes suddenly ranging out into the surrounding woods* See something?
Doyle: *quickly pressing himself flat against a tree as he hears the sisters talk about 'hearing something'. Shit, he thinks, he'd been trying to listen but truthfully he hasn't caught much. He's not exactly fluent in Brixie and most of it is incomprehensible to him, hearing only bits and pieces. It hadn't sounded like anything sinister, but still... he would have liked to know what the sisters were doing this far out of camp, on their own... and what they might have talked about given a bit more time...*
Doyle: *shaking his head, he squares his shoulder, composes himself, mind still swirling with absent thoughts and paranoid wonderings, spine tingling as if anyone could, at any moment, stab him in the back. As if he almost expects it. Nothing for it, now, though. Aniqa would find him if he does nothing and then they'd know he'd been following them. But if he simply comes out and acts like he'd been looking for them, it will seem less suspicious, he thinks. Okay, so that's the plan...*
Doyle: *coming out into the open, his eyebrows rise at the clear sight of the two sisters, as if surprised to finally find them* There you two, are... Where have you been?
Keely: *twitching smile curving at the sight of the little redhead, she seems to relax as she turns to her sister* Doyle, Ani. It was Doyle, Ani... *in the next instant again, distracted with another thought, the presence in her eyes vacating for some more distant plane of schematics and numbers, materials and tools, settling back against her sister with a soft sigh*
Aniqa: Doyle! *her twitching smile, for a second, matching her sister's in perfect unison before the other's fades and she's left beaming on her own* Hoi, what're y'doin' here? *the lilt of her Common accented heavily by her Brixie*
Doyle: *the readied aversion slides off his tongue with barely a hitch* I came out here looking for you two. The sentries let me know they'd seen you head out past the camp... *all of which true, and yet not exactly to the point. He nods to Aniqa, gesturing back towards camp* I need to talk to you about something. I've a job for you. *also true, though again, not the real reason he'd come after them in the first place* Will you come back with me?
Aniqa: *easy smile still wide and bright, seemingly completely at ease... and hardly suspicious at all* 'Course. *turning to her sister* Y'ready, Keely?
Keely: *focus drifting back to Aniqa a bit, enough to nod distractedly and take her sister's hand to be led back to camp*
I took a bunch of just Keely after, too, but I want to get some icons done for her before posting those - I'm just doing lots of nothing much today - surfing DoA every hour or so in hopes of a Pearl and otherwise just anxious and not knowing what to do with myself. :\ So I share pictures. ^^
Actually, it's a PhotoStory (haven't done one of those in a while ^^). Just a short lil' one, though. :3
* * *
It begins with Aniqa and Keely wandering around in the snowy trails deep within Fae woods, the crunch of their footfalls loud in the hush of silent snow. Keely's steps are regular, slow, soft... distracted. She is a delicate thing, rosy skin pulled taught and almost translucently pale over strong, but thin arms, as if the flush of her cheeks were merely the colour of her insides filtering through to the outside. Large eyes, bright sea-green, are wide, sharp, angular face thoughtful, mind wandering with her gaze, elsewhere, and her slender fingers twitch at her skirts and twist absently in her hair, ribbons of ruddy-red dripping silken through her touch.
Her sister is loud, in contrast, Aniqa's steps quick then slow then quick then slow, as she runs away to peer around every corner then back again to walk for a while beside her sister only to run off once more. The sound of her excited jabber drifts across the snow like birdsong, a quick twitter of words almost too fast to follow, cadence musical, lyrical, rising and falling as she has to speak louder further away then quieter when she returns. The words are not English, nor are they Common Fae, they are Brixie, a strange and alien twisting of Pixie chatter and a Brownie's slow-as-rock rhythm. Keely's replies fall like a counterpoint, softspoken and distracted, as oft spoken in the completely opposite direction from her sister as towards her.
It is a strange thing, to think of them as sisters, but related by blood they are, at least through their father, anyway. Aniqa's dirty-blond frizz of hair comes from him, as do her yellow eyes and muscular, stockier, if lithe and completely female, build. She is the picture of health and vitality and compared to her sister's wan and birdlike frame, the differences are clear. But still there is something akin in them, they are completely even in height, right down to the barest millimeter, and they have the same, twitchy curve to their lips when they smile, though in truth, it is the more boisterous sister who smiles more often. But the one, almost tell-tale and completely obvious sign, of kinship in them is the care they clearly feel for each other, the protective air that hovers around Aniqa whenever she is around her sister - or not around her, too - the care of a sister for her own, younger, prone-to-wandering, totally innocent one. And the way Keely looks to her sister, following her lead, safe in her older, bolder protection, yet still quietly showing care for her sister in return, as well, in her own way as she can.
The two, together, are more than they are, apart.
Keely: Ani?
Aniqa: Ya?
Keely: Do we know where we are, Ani?
Aniqa: What are you talkin' 'bout, 'course I know where we are!
Keely: But do we really, Ani...?
Aniqa: Of course! ... *glancing around in what she thinks of as 'slyly'* You wait here.
Keely: Okay... *allowing herself to be settled against a half-ruin of old stone wall rising out of the snow and brush, waiting as if she might wait forever as her sister runs off ahead of her*
Keely: Do you see anything, Ani? *weak, distracted voice filtering up the trail to her sister*
Aniqa: *looking around for a moment, bottom lip catching between her teeth with a pondering look* Umm...
Aniqa: Hmm... Err...
Aniqa: It's that way! *pointing through what seems to be a more well-worn path through the deep snows*
Aniqa: I think... *she quietly mutters to herself as she turns back round to fetch her sister again*
Aniqa: *finding Keely propped exactly where she'd been left - for once - she also notices the almost worried look on her sister's face as she gets closer*
Keely: Ani... *her fingers twisting in her skirts, the filmy gauze of tattered pink fluttering around her knees. Not something she'd chosen for herself, but something her sister had picked out for her, as everything she wears tends to be... picked out by someone else, her mind too full - or so her sister always insists - to bother herself with mundane thoughts like rememberig to get dressed*
Aniqa: Mm-hm? *her enthusiastic prompt as she tromps back, closer*
Keely: Should I be cold, Ani?
Aniqa: *pausing for a moment as she gets back to her sister, falling lazily to lean up beside her, shrugging* I dunno... are you?
Keely: *for a moment it's as if she's been asked a very difficult question and her brow furrows, puzzled, bottom lip catching and twisting in her teeth before her head slowly shakes, a few more strands of silken hair falling out of the band she ties it back in to keep it out of her way when she's working* No... I don't think so, Ani. But should I be? *her brow smoothing as she points out the obvious* There's snow.
Aniqa: If you're not cold, you're not cold. It's okay. I'm not cold either, right? See? *she grins reassuringly as she leans in close to rest her forehead against Keely's temple* That's just how we're made... Why? Do you think you should be?
Keely: *a slow, hesitant shrug lifts one delicate shoulder, gaze curling away to look out at the snow, fingers still picking at her skirts* People in the camp don't dress like me... they look at me strange, Ani... They have coats and scarves--
Keely: *a sudden rustle in the brush seems to catch her attention and her thoughts suddenly scatter and refocus, intent on whatever has moved in the scrub, she freezes, large eyes fixed*
Aniqa: *brow furrowing, taking her sister's hand in hers to keep her from scurrying away* What? *wary eyes suddenly ranging out into the surrounding woods* See something?
Doyle: *quickly pressing himself flat against a tree as he hears the sisters talk about 'hearing something'. Shit, he thinks, he'd been trying to listen but truthfully he hasn't caught much. He's not exactly fluent in Brixie and most of it is incomprehensible to him, hearing only bits and pieces. It hadn't sounded like anything sinister, but still... he would have liked to know what the sisters were doing this far out of camp, on their own... and what they might have talked about given a bit more time...*
Doyle: *shaking his head, he squares his shoulder, composes himself, mind still swirling with absent thoughts and paranoid wonderings, spine tingling as if anyone could, at any moment, stab him in the back. As if he almost expects it. Nothing for it, now, though. Aniqa would find him if he does nothing and then they'd know he'd been following them. But if he simply comes out and acts like he'd been looking for them, it will seem less suspicious, he thinks. Okay, so that's the plan...*
Doyle: *coming out into the open, his eyebrows rise at the clear sight of the two sisters, as if surprised to finally find them* There you two, are... Where have you been?
Keely: *twitching smile curving at the sight of the little redhead, she seems to relax as she turns to her sister* Doyle, Ani. It was Doyle, Ani... *in the next instant again, distracted with another thought, the presence in her eyes vacating for some more distant plane of schematics and numbers, materials and tools, settling back against her sister with a soft sigh*
Aniqa: Doyle! *her twitching smile, for a second, matching her sister's in perfect unison before the other's fades and she's left beaming on her own* Hoi, what're y'doin' here? *the lilt of her Common accented heavily by her Brixie*
Doyle: *the readied aversion slides off his tongue with barely a hitch* I came out here looking for you two. The sentries let me know they'd seen you head out past the camp... *all of which true, and yet not exactly to the point. He nods to Aniqa, gesturing back towards camp* I need to talk to you about something. I've a job for you. *also true, though again, not the real reason he'd come after them in the first place* Will you come back with me?
Aniqa: *easy smile still wide and bright, seemingly completely at ease... and hardly suspicious at all* 'Course. *turning to her sister* Y'ready, Keely?
Keely: *focus drifting back to Aniqa a bit, enough to nod distractedly and take her sister's hand to be led back to camp*