8 (with a little cheating by giving her a tool for communication)vernal_missSeptember 25 2011, 07:48:48 UTC
[Standing in front of the door to the room of young Jane, the sprite can feel her hands shake as she holds tightly to the sketch book and pencils set she was given. The nightmares were haunting her relentlessly now, and she had to speak to someone. Someone she trusts.]
[Lifting one hand up, she raps softly on the door. At the very least, she had waited until evening following the end of classes.]
That's fine! And I'm sorry for not being able to tag your post in the main comm until now.very_practicalSeptember 25 2011, 15:01:35 UTC
[Jane looks up from the letter she's writing and turns her gaze to the door. She had barely heard the soft knocking at first. But after listening more closely, she quickly picks up on the sound and rises from her desk sheepishly.]
Oh, I'm so sorry! Coming!
[She puts on a polite smile for whoever might be outside, but right away it turns into a look of shock when she lays eyes on the sprite.]
Oh, no worries! Just glad to have a tag. XDvernal_missSeptember 25 2011, 16:03:13 UTC
[The spring sprite listens in her usual silence for a response from within, and feels hopeful that she might be able to talk to Jane. When the girl opens the door however, she blinks at the gasp breaking up her response and tilts her head to the side as she pulls the sketch book and pencils in close as she pulls her shoulders up a little.]
[Had she come at a bad time? Or perhaps it is the fact her colors are so muted that she looks nearly grey.]
Whoops, I made the assumption they knew each other at least a little for this one. XD;vernal_missSeptember 25 2011, 16:28:05 UTC
[Frowning softly, she takes a few steps back, her cloak shifting around her legs and drawing upwards to shorten up to her knees. This ghost has feet if she is one.]
No worries! I can roll with it! o/vernal_missSeptember 25 2011, 17:49:02 UTC
[The change in the young human is quite a relief, and her color brightens slightly further into the green spectrum. Her grasp on the pencils and the book relax a little as she offers a little smile.]
[At the question about the uniform, she shakes her head, and nods at the following question regarding her cloak. It suits her quite well, and she dreads the thought of ever having to put on one of those uniforms! It would be far too restrictive.]
[The cold is not a bother to her, but since the girl is inviting her inside, she sees no reason to argue and merely shrugs as she gingerly steps forward to enter.]
[She beckons the girl inside and offers her a seat in the armchair next to her window.]
There now, go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I wasn't expecting to have a visitor, or else I would have prepared some tea. Oh dear, and I'm afraid the rooms here at Joe West aren't too terribly large... not at all like the lavish ones in Hoover Hall, but they're for the elder students and are far more expensive. But these Joe West rooms have a certain charm, I think. Quite small and cozy, and the window gives me a lovely view, even though it's just of the library building, and--
[She realizes she's rambling and gives another sheepish laugh.]
Oh my, I'm sorry. Wherever are my manners? My name is Jane.
[Offered the seat, the spring sprite looks at the chair curiously for a moment before she remembers what it is that humans use the furniture piece to do. Not wanting to be rude, she then nods with a soft smile of gratitude and moves to sit down lightly in the armchair. Her attention though remains on Jane while the girl talks.]
[That little forced smile seems to ease into a natural one when she hears the girl laugh, and she lifts one hand to wave faintly in an indication the apology isn't necessary. Given the introduction that follows, she bows her head forward and leans with her trunk a little as well. She cannot make a proper bow sitting, but this is hopefully adequate.]
[With no name to give, she instead lays her sketch book to her lap and opens it to a fresh page. Drawing out a pencil, she begins to make a simple image. One of many trees...a forest.]
[Curious, Jane pulls her desk chair up beside her and peers over as she spontaneously starts to draw. In fact, it's only now that she notices the sketchbook at all.]
Oh, you're an artist, are you?
[She sits quietly, watching as the silent stranger sketches. A small gasp escapes her as the image of a forest quickly unfolds upon the paper, and she clasps her hands together, thoroughly impressed.]
[The sprite continues to draw as Jane pulls the chair up beside her to watch. Being able to make images to share is at least something she can use to communicate while here at the Academy, even if it takes a little time to create each message.]
[A slight smile curls her lips at the idea of being called an artist. She isn't quite an artist, but she can control the lines and shading enough to make sketches. That smile though grows when she hears the compliment. Nodding with a slight shrug of a shoulder in gratitude, she then touches the forest with the tips of her fingers spread, then brings her hand up to her chest as though to call it her own. This is her home.]
[Well, it is true that she likes forests, but that's not quite the point she is trying to get across. Shaking her head softly, she pauses for a moment to consider how to make it more clear. With a thought, she starts to add to the sketch. It is a smaller figure this time, but by the looks of it, she's drawing herself beside one of the trees.]
[Immediately, Jane would receive the confirmation that she is correct as the sprite smiles and nods her head a few times.]
[Looking back at the page, the smile the sprite wears fades slowly to a look of sadness. She had not forgotten the reason she had come here, and the image of the forest is a strong jog to those memories.]
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[Lifting one hand up, she raps softly on the door. At the very least, she had waited until evening following the end of classes.]
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Oh, I'm so sorry! Coming!
[She puts on a polite smile for whoever might be outside, but right away it turns into a look of shock when she lays eyes on the sprite.]
Yes, hel-- [Gasp!]
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[Had she come at a bad time? Or perhaps it is the fact her colors are so muted that she looks nearly grey.]
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This greyish being floating before her... was it possibly a ghost?!
She trembles, frozen on the spot.]
..w-who... are you..?
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[She did not want to scare the poor girl...]
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Oh... I'm sorry! I just thought you... [Chuckles weakly.] N-nevermind.
[The darkness in the hallway must simply be playing tricks on her eyes. It seems it was only a girl.]
Oh dear... have you not been given a school uniform yet? Is that cloak all you have to wear?
[Concern then crosses her features.]
You must be terribly cold. Here, please come inside, miss. You'll catch your death out in the hall.
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[At the question about the uniform, she shakes her head, and nods at the following question regarding her cloak. It suits her quite well, and she dreads the thought of ever having to put on one of those uniforms! It would be far too restrictive.]
[The cold is not a bother to her, but since the girl is inviting her inside, she sees no reason to argue and merely shrugs as she gingerly steps forward to enter.]
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There now, go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I wasn't expecting to have a visitor, or else I would have prepared some tea. Oh dear, and I'm afraid the rooms here at Joe West aren't too terribly large... not at all like the lavish ones in Hoover Hall, but they're for the elder students and are far more expensive. But these Joe West rooms have a certain charm, I think. Quite small and cozy, and the window gives me a lovely view, even though it's just of the library building, and--
[She realizes she's rambling and gives another sheepish laugh.]
Oh my, I'm sorry. Wherever are my manners? My name is Jane.
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[That little forced smile seems to ease into a natural one when she hears the girl laugh, and she lifts one hand to wave faintly in an indication the apology isn't necessary. Given the introduction that follows, she bows her head forward and leans with her trunk a little as well. She cannot make a proper bow sitting, but this is hopefully adequate.]
[With no name to give, she instead lays her sketch book to her lap and opens it to a fresh page. Drawing out a pencil, she begins to make a simple image. One of many trees...a forest.]
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Oh, you're an artist, are you?
[She sits quietly, watching as the silent stranger sketches. A small gasp escapes her as the image of a forest quickly unfolds upon the paper, and she clasps her hands together, thoroughly impressed.]
My goodness, that's lovely!
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[A slight smile curls her lips at the idea of being called an artist. She isn't quite an artist, but she can control the lines and shading enough to make sketches. That smile though grows when she hears the compliment. Nodding with a slight shrug of a shoulder in gratitude, she then touches the forest with the tips of her fingers spread, then brings her hand up to her chest as though to call it her own. This is her home.]
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A forest..? [Sees how the girl then points at herself.] ...you?
I, um... [Her eyes dart from the drawing to the girl a few times.] You like forests?
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Oh! You're from a forest? [She gives the girl an apprehensive look, hoping she guessed right this time.]
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[Looking back at the page, the smile the sprite wears fades slowly to a look of sadness. She had not forgotten the reason she had come here, and the image of the forest is a strong jog to those memories.]
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