Logs:Curtain Call
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| RL Date: 30 April, 2013 |
| Who: Mave |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Mave runs home to collect her winnings. |
| Where: Resident's Quarters, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
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| Flower petals rush to the floor in the flurry of Mave's entrance, scattering from the few flowers left to her, clutched to her chest as she whips inside, catching a minuscule glimpse of Ratha in her sitting chair before she's rushing up to the trunk against the front wall. "I didn't even see you down there!" With a clink and clank, the ale bottle's dropped carelessly nearby, kicked by her eager foot as she yanks the chest open, "I'm only a moment-- " she gushes on a slippery breath, so quick to fly back out as if showing her the way to the door, "-- grabbing money and then back out with the crew! Just tell me if you liked it or not?" Cheeks flushed with an ego fit to stretch her thin bones, she whirls up too fast; flowers tumble down, spreading around her feet in a misguided and incomplete wreath. "Whoops," she gasps, but a jerk towards the lost petals is averted by seeing Ratha in full, across the room, slouched in her chair, halfway out of the robe Mave left her in that morning, slippers askew and an arm crooked uncomfortably against the chair arm. Mave would think she was napping, except her eyes are open. Mave's breathless as she stares, her chest seeming to haul in and out five times as fast as her mother's in her giddy excitement, constantly expelled then rushing in again. But as she considers her mother's state of undress, her nostrils flare like brakes, reining in the thunderstorm of applause rattling around in her chest for a flare of disappointment, stinging: an injury without relief. "Did you... did you even go?" Silence. It's a weird silence, tugging at Mave's consciousness, almost as strong as a physical grip, taking her, slowing her as she straightens, as she pours a study on the old wooden chair-- it usually squeaks-- and the unhappy state of her mother's arm, clutching air. Bundling it. As if she might need it later. "Mum?" Something crunches strangely beneath her foot as she sways forward, pulling her gaze downward. She turns her foot out, further crimping the tender wing membrane under her sole, twisting as she does. With a distant curiosity, she stares clinically at the blue firelizard cast on the floor like a child's toy, abandoned for something more interesting in a second, limbs and wings coiled unnaturally. Huh, she thinks with a detached calm. He must've panicked. Maybe between'd too fast, running his thin neck into the hard shelf corner. Her lower lip pushes up studiously. He always was such a stupid creature. She looks up. Nothing's moved. Where she is, Ratha sits, the sling of her arm so inappropriate. Why doesn't she shift it? The crunch echoes between Mave's ears like a language she can't decipher yet because her heartbeat's booming too loudly its own code. "Mum?" Why would she just leave her firelizard here like this? It seems so wrong. "Mom?" Why wouldn't she just move her stupid arm?
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 01 May 2013 07:15:08 GMT.
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*narrows eyes* ...I know you too well.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU GLORIOUS PSYCHOPATH? <3 Just... the hell. THE HELL. *ahem*
I'd be sadder if I wasn't so horrified. And just... kind of in awe at how perfectly awful the timing is. Still, the way Mave works, how long it takes her to realize... perfect. Really true to the character. Good stuff. (You sadistic harpy). <3
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 01 May 2013 08:50:20 GMT.
< Just... Wow. O.O This has to be in the Alida realm of private horrors. Well played, Mave. Dark and twisted, and well done. Brava!
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 01 May 2013 11:00:23 GMT.
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My face just did this D: .
Eliv (Eliv (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 01 May 2013 16:18:01 GMT.
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Jolie (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 01 May 2013 16:56:29 GMT.
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Oh Mave.....! D:
Tela (Tela (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 01 May 2013 18:55:28 GMT.
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Her greatest triumph, her greatest tragedy!
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