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Post by Rhiatte on Apr 18, 2009 12:48:14 GMT -5
It was far, far too bright outside. Frankly, she didn't know exactly why she found herself out there, save for out of a blind impulse that hit her only once in a long time; or rather, was only labeled as such with that sort of frequency. She squinted her eyes as the beating afternoon sun as it cast a glare off of the white pages of her book, looking up with spite at the clear, nearly cloudless blue sky.
Whatever happened to England being dark, cold and rainy? She wondered sourly as she finally conceded and closed the cover, leaving the book discarded beside her. It was Murphy's Law, out to get her on the one day she had chosen to leave the library and actually go outside like a normal child; she had never been normal. She didn't even prefer sunny days over rainy ones.
She had never really minded abnormality, however; not having exactly the most normal story behind her and without any real past to account for, Rhiatte had grown used to the obvious abnormality that she seemed to have been branded with. It suited her, in some way, and she embraced it rather well for the most part.
Sighing, she brought her knees up to her chest and cast her gaze to the ground, where the light was not as intense as it was above her. She noted silently that the grass was, indeed, green, that the birds were chirping and that for an orphanage full of children it was decidedly far too quiet...not that she particularly minded. She bit her lower lip and played absentmindedly with a strand of the silken lavender hair that was, as usual, tied up tightly to the side of her head. Her china doll eyes were half-lidded in slight exhaustion as she watched the various insects pass before her.
An ant went by, unsuspecting, and she quietly brought herself to her feet and dusted off her knees and dress; maybe she could find a nice, shady tree to sit under... |
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Post by A on Apr 19, 2009 1:29:28 GMT -5
It was far to bright for the petite pale haired woman as she made her way out of the House. However, it was the perfect time to tend the small garden she liked to keep, and the sunlight was good for it. Even if her pale complexion did not do well under such intense light, and she would burn without a hat to shade her. She was planning on fixing fresh tea. It was amazingly hard to grow tea in some places this was one of them.Luckily, Asati had a greenthumb as fae as plants went and she hummed softly to herself as she worked. It was a bird flying over the sun that made her notice her surroundings and see the young girl outside with her, that in her one mindedness for fixing tea, she would have missed.
Most of the children at Whammy house were far from normal, in any sense of the word. She herself had returned here. There was just something about it the older woman just could not put a finger on. She tipped her hat back and watched the listless girl for a bit. It seemed to her sometimes that Whammy was where the unwanted went, because they were too smart for the normal world, or just...forgotten. It was a sad thing, thoughts for a much more bleaker day, still, they lingered at the back of her mind. She had to wonder what the girl's story was, she reminded her of herself, they even shared something of an appearance. Her own white hair could be that shade, the only difference was there age, and eye coloring.
She was the doctor of the house, a Criminologist also but that had been glazed over in favor of being the nurse at the House. She tended to any wounds that her family, as ragged and rag-tag as they were. Thats what they were to her, might get. A was also not the first A to grace the place, the last had passed on. She hoped to have a better ending, since she wasn't much for holding to living forever. The girl looked bored to the untrained eye, but to her medical one, she was suffering the lesser effect of exaustion which troubled her. She dusted her hands off on her long over skirt, the needed herbs picked from her garden and she slowly made her way over to not cause the girl a fright or start.
"I couldn't help but notice you were out here all by yourself." she said softly. "The boys being...well boys again ?" she asked kindly as she folded her arms across her chest, and tipped her head to the side. "Anyways, I am about to head back into the House, would you perhaps like a spot of tea ?" she inqured with a faint smile.Pushing her banga back again, since her hair clip didn't seem capable of doing its job. She knew how rough it was being a girl in the house.
"We could even sit out in the garden, if its outside you perfer."
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Post by Rhiatte on Apr 19, 2009 2:18:30 GMT -5
Eyes still fixed on the now slightly more shaded over ground after the bright light had spoiled any desire she had had to read, Rhiatte probably would have missed the young doctor out in her garden had she not been approached by her while she was sitting. She looked up at the woman with a look of confusion at first, before her predominantly purple features transformed into a look of gratitude regarding the fact that she now actually had someone to speak to.
"Your observational talents are curiously apt," she commented off-handedly, for indeed she had been a little out of the way in the small, tree-bordered yard. She didn't sound like a ten-year-old girl, she was reminded with a grimace as soon as the words left her lips, but they had been said hardly with any thought and she supposed that nothing could really be done to change them. "Hmm, I suppose so," she agreed with a bit of an amused smile. "But boys, I am afraid, will always be boys; it is an occupational hazard that comes with the gender," she remarked dryly; quite frankly, she had no desire to socialize with them in the first place, no desire to participate or be overshadowed in their battle for dominance.
At the mention of tea, however...well, now that was a different story entirely, and she felt a smile actually gracing her features as she looked, serenely and still with mild exhaustion with her head tilted upwards at her new companion. "Tea would be lovely, I think," she agreed and allowed herself to stand and join the only slightly taller A.
She enjoyed the doctor's company when she was lonely, and sometimes on occasion when she wasn't, but she was always willing to engage in conversation and tea, especially tea, especially when the tea was fresh. She also noticed, though without as much observation, their similar appearances; one more thing that formed her rather uncharacteristic fondness of A.
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