[The handwriting is small and very deliberate, as though the person writing it is concentrating very hard on forming the letters in each word.]why this so hard
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[Monster poked her head out of her room, looking up and down the hall before taking a big dramatic step out into the hallway. While she was certainly still confused, and did not like this whole not being able to speak business (it was like the words wanted to come out, but they just got stuck somewhere in her throat), perhaps it had something to do with all the goo she had woken up in. Maybe her voice just was a little mixed up, as was the rest of her with the newness (and largeness) of this tree she had found herself in.
Though the people on the other end of the words appearing in her journal seemed like very nice people, concerned for her. Which, for some reason seemed to strike her as odd, despite not being able to remember anyone from before all the goo. So she closed her door behind her and plopped herself in front of it, legs crossed, with her journal open in her lap, humming silently to herself while she drew flowers in the margins.]
[Retsu spent a few minutes in her quarters, after closing her journal, gathering a few things that she thought might be useful for the newcomer. Whoever it was, they seemed lonely - and scared. A clean, dry towel, a pair of simple sandals, a savory pastry left over from lunch, and an ordinary notebook and pen - using the magical journals for communication seemed unnecessary, here.
It didn't take her long to find the new girl, sitting in the hallway. She was starting to remember the faces around here, and this one...this one was new. She stopped in front of the girl, and crouched down, to be closer to her level, and then gave her a warm smile.]
[Monster had heard the footsteps coming down the hall and raised her head from her sloppy flower doodles to lean over slightly, hoping to catch a better look at the source. However her wings sort of blocked the view, while the wings seemed entirely normal, she could move them as she pleased and they seemed to fluctuate with her moods, but they were still a bit cumbersome, sometimes not doing what she wanted and seemly having a mind of their own on occasion. Knowing she very well couldn't just swat them out of the way, she simply glared at them, how very troublesome. Perhaps once she had her voice sorted out she could sort out these wings of hers.
It wasn't as she wanted to be rid of them, if she was a monster, she would very much like to keep them. And, they just seemed like they were a part of her. Like they were important. However mid glaring at her wings, she found herself being spoken to
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Works for me!penniferousJuly 28 2010, 23:45:19 UTC
[Monster gave a little wave, her wings fluttering in time. Something about the presence of a person, a kind person, seemed to put her heart at rest. All she could hear was that man in her dream calling her a monster, and here was someone smiling at her and going to help her find her voice. People surely wouldn't help a monster
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[It was easy enough for Bellflower to see what the problem was. Hard enough to reach around to your own back, and the wings would not make the task any easier.
She took the towel back, and gave Monster a small smile.]
Turn around. I will dry the back for you, if you wish.
[She gave another apologetic nod and turned around, her wings losing a bit of their perk as she lowered her head. This woman was a total stranger, and yet was doing so much for her. She almost felt guilty, putting such responsibility on someone who was simply trying to do her a favor.]
[Bellflower took the towel, and began gently cleaning the still-somewhat-gooey feathers. She slid one hand underneath, to support the wings, and worked slowly, not wanting to damage any feathers. As she worked, she spoke quietly, in part simply to fill the silence.]
[It was an odd sensation, having someone else touch her wings. When she had tried to clean them, it was sort of like tickling yourself, it didn't really feel like anything only a vague sensation as the feathers shifted in skin they were set in, but as Bellflower cleaned them, it was almost unsettling. Not unpleasant, simply strange, as though her wings weren't meant to be touched, though the feeling of them being goo free (and not dripping down her back) was far greater a sensation than the strangeness of being touched.
She could feel herself turn red at Bellflower's compliment. She had seen enough people in the Tree to know that people weren't meant to have wings (she had yet to meet this boy Apple, but she very much wished she could), she simply felt it added to her very appropriate name, Monster.
She looked over her shoulder, smiling shyly, feeling the blush creep to her ears, she shook her head, hiding her face in her hands briefly, as though trying to hide her embarrassment.]
Have you only just arrived? Do you need help with anything?
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maybe go see doctor. fix talking.
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And my apologies, I ought to have introduced myself. I am Bellflower.
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name monster! bellflower pretty name.
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Thank you - it's a pleasure to meet you, Monster.
[Far too polite to ask about the name - right now, at least.]
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[Somewhere on the other side of this journal, Nill's wings are spreading happily.]
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Though the people on the other end of the words appearing in her journal seemed like very nice people, concerned for her. Which, for some reason seemed to strike her as odd, despite not being able to remember anyone from before all the goo. So she closed her door behind her and plopped herself in front of it, legs crossed, with her journal open in her lap, humming silently to herself while she drew flowers in the margins.]
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It didn't take her long to find the new girl, sitting in the hallway. She was starting to remember the faces around here, and this one...this one was new. She stopped in front of the girl, and crouched down, to be closer to her level, and then gave her a warm smile.]
You would be Monster, correct?
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It wasn't as she wanted to be rid of them, if she was a monster, she would very much like to keep them. And, they just seemed like they were a part of her. Like they were important. However mid glaring at her wings, she found herself being spoken to ( ... )
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I am Bellflower. I brought some things for you.
[She held out the towel first, before diving into her bag]
Are your wings still wet?
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She took the towel back, and gave Monster a small smile.]
Turn around. I will dry the back for you, if you wish.
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Your wings are beautiful, you know.
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She could feel herself turn red at Bellflower's compliment. She had seen enough people in the Tree to know that people weren't meant to have wings (she had yet to meet this boy Apple, but she very much wished she could), she simply felt it added to her very appropriate name, Monster.
She looked over her shoulder, smiling shyly, feeling the blush creep to her ears, she shook her head, hiding her face in her hands briefly, as though trying to hide her embarrassment.]
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