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It's OK, I suppose. The main point is that the uhh... main point is errr... there? hehe... I can't think this early in the morning. Funny because I can't seem to stop thinking right before I go to bed.
Sactanury
Ch. 1
A spherical music box erupted in a series of cheerful 'tings'. Pale yellow, green, and pink flowers adorned the sides in vines, shielding its pearl-like shine. The only thing keeping it from rolling gleefully onto the velvet blue floor below was a short stack of colorful children’s books. Pale green, similar from the music sphere, draped the walls in an odd fashion, swirling and mixing with a natural white. Stuffed replicas of curious animals littered the floor. A fuchsia chair sat in front of a white-rimmed window, gazing into the outside world as musty dimming light poured out of the window in streams.
Yukizu drowsily sat up and winked at the still bright reflections of the sun. Sleepers clung madly to the corners of her eyes. With a tap, the music sphere’s echo was put to a halt. She peered into the ceiling, the same color and material as the floor, to let her eyes adjust to the light. She let them shift to a golden chandelier-like figure, high above all else, watching over all below. Four similar sprouts protruded from the figure. They slithered down the wall into the world below, for the room itself was shaped as an egg sawn in half. She then fixed her gaze to a warped purple lamp beside the music sphere on a blindingly white old dresser, matching the bed, then to an elliptical mirror with a sparkling blue border hanging on the wall by a door with a similar border as the mirror and similar shape of the room.
She systematically checked them every time she awoke to be sure they hadn’t wandered off in her sleep. Any means of artificial light held great comfort when the sun went down. Though it was light just as often as dark, the darkness seemed to linger on forever. Orangish-red glared through the room and darted among the walls, signalizing the soon to come darkness.
She set aside her millefleur blanket and, as eagerly as one running to open a Christmas present on Christmas morning, ran to her blindingly yellow bag across the room. Her long, pink hair glistened back, reaching past her knees, stultifying the rest of the room in comparison. From inside the yellow bag came a sweet, melodic cooing, more soothing than the musical sphere. A young feathered creature rested peacefully above Yukizu’s schooling supplies. It began to shift uneasily as a black feline with a white patch over one of its blue eyes and at the tip of its tail stumbled over the quilt. Yukizu had been making a great effort to keep her companion, Cherichie, from the bird since the day she brought it home.
The day she made her first friend, Aithne, they played near the alameda in the park when they came across a day-old bird, which had yet to learn to fly. Its incoherent cries reverberated so loudly, they believed it to be a miracle no one else had found it. Nearly an hour later of only discussion, they agreed to take turns using several methods to teach it to fly. After exchanging the bird every few years for almost thirty days, they felt it was at last time to release it. Yukizu felt an empathetic anxiousness for the creature, yet, as time progressed, she could slowly feel her heart breaking. The pure, white collection of feathers had become as close a friend as Aithne.
As she gazed into the preening form, countless questions burned in her mind. Will I ever see him again? What will happen to him? Will he forget all about me? She wiped moistness away from her dewy eye before it approached one of a pair of dark birthmark streaks on each cheek and ran back to her bed, leaving the bag wide open. The bird curiously peered over the boundaries of its yellow nest. Yukizu struggled to lift her entire quilt and spread it over Cherichie, encasing him and concealing him from view. She held out her palm, beckoning towards the white creature. After opening his mouth in a wide rictus, he effortlessly ascended and glided into her palm without hesitation. She gave him an approving nudge with her index finger before dismissing him back to his confinements.
Yukizu quickly dressed in a light blue shirt with a multicolored design and navy blue lace at the end of mid-way sleeves followed by a yellow skirt with five rectangular holes cut up all sides underneath another regular short blue skirt. She then buttoned a small pair of black dress shoes onto her feet and tied a black scarf around her head, hiding a pair of cream colored horns. She completed her look by tying a thick, black ribbon to the bottom of her hair. Her scarlet eyes burned with anticipation as she gathered her bag. After further warding off Cherichie, she ebulliently flew out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen, stopping only to carefully close the door behind her. Bright white and blue painted the stairs and hall throughout rounded corners.
She held her bag in front, fearful that the unsteadiness would disturb the creature inside. Before drifting to sleep hours earlier, she enthusiastically set the music sphere to arouse her earlier than usual. The final step of adjustment was to free the bird. Before school, she was to meet Aithne one last time at the fountain, to free the ghostlike form.
Yukizu stood inches from the door, freedom in sight. She extended her hand when a halt abruptly issued from behind without the slightest hint of perturbation, “Freeze, Yuzi.” She slowly withdrew her hand and yielded to the hypocorism as she turned around. She gazed into the stone-like structure of the house before fully turning to face her parent.
Mizu had been sitting at the center table for almost half of an hour in a neutral state of half awake and half asleep with his light bangs hanging over his eyes when he heard a clamoring as Yukizu bound effortlessly down the stairs. He began to interrogate with a half-question, “You seem to be up pretty early, no?” Yukizu stood fear struck as if standing in the middle of a spotlight in front of a crowd of strange people all gazing down at her. Mizu found countless questionable flaws. Yukizu always dragged her cat with her as her noble companion, but Cherichie’s absence became obvious as he did not tangle himself around their feet. Yukizu held her bag delicately in front of her as if shielding it from the world rather than the usual careless, nonsensical swinging. Mizu only paused and ignored these things, despite how enigmatic they appeared, and dismissed her. Yukizu felt the air thin as it passed easily through her lungs. She released her obvious bravado and, with a grin, turned another 180 degree angle to open the door.
Still seated, Mizu turned his attention again to nothing before ascending. In his temperament, he came across an important errand pushed deep into the back of his mind. If a child failed to attend a school session, not a single hierarchy kicked up any fuss. If a child arrived after the preferred time, however, they tormented you to the end of your days, at least until you sent up an absence notice. It was such that only the bravest souls would dare enter school grounds after time was due. Therefore, Mizu felt both a twinge of annoyance and inspiration in her words, “I want to go to school and see my friend.” when she became irritably late. Being in a state of constant distraction, he failed to file any kind of notice. He silently vowed to finish it within the next few hours with no heed to the obstacles.
A black hat, similar to a fedora contently collected bits of dust in the center of the table. Nearly an age before, Mizu lost his first job as a part-time security guard and cop due to the fact hat there was no longer a thing to secure from anyone. The government, through fear and banishing, had created a kind of utopia, free of serious crime. Losing the job failed to faze him, as he had never been foursquare with ardor about the idea of imposing the law on innocent bystanders. Upon starting the job, employers supplied a means of artificial light in the darkness and the few of a kind hat. They never requested the return of the hat, so Mizu kept it as a souvenir and reminder. The hats were created solely for jobs of higher authority, so anyone seen wearing one was seen as redoubtable.
Yukizu scurried eagerly from the doorway without glancing back at the, not flat but rounded, house. Once several moments passed, Mizu followed, strolling casually in much the same direction.
With no room to expand horizontally, society expanded vertically in an effort to test the limits of their bubble. Upon reaching a certain mass or maturity, any galactic form will eventually become round from the source of gravity pulling it inward. It was such that most buildings were given a round structure to represent stability. Taller, more business-like buildings glided into a more triangular structure with three sides and a narrow head. An obstacle with three proper pressure points could not be swayed; this represented power. However, like most traditions, individuals ruthlessly continued them with no remembrance of their meaning.
I think I separated all of the ummm.... what were they called again? Paragraphs. I think I separated all of the paragraphs, but there might be a small one in there wedged to another one. If you don't know what a few words mean, their meaning is probably inferable from text and you shouldn't have to look them up. I'll put another part up when I finish writing it.
 Raven and the Virus Iris · Thu Mar 06, 2008 @ 11:21am · 2 Comments |
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