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Post by Nite Lively on Apr 27, 2013 21:42:39 GMT -8
[style=color:#202020; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]this is how an angel dies;[/style] [style=color:#202020; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]I BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE I BLAME IT ON MY ADD BABY[/style]  [atrb=border,0,true][style=border:1px dotted #472e36; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; padding:5px; text-align:justify; width:300px; height:350px; overflow:auto;] He sat cross-legged, leaning over a puddle he'd created next to the garden. It was a good thing Nite didn't give a shit what other people thought, or else he might have realized he looked somewhat ridiculous, staring intently at a tiny pool of muddy water. He was also muttering under his breath: essentially the social recipe for a completely crazy person. After a few straight minutes of staring without blinking, Nite sat back with a frustrated sigh. Why won't it work?! He scowled down at the puddle. He'd said the word plenty of times, and he'd stared into the water without blinking. He'd even been especially careful to make sure the puddle was three or more inches deep. The book had said it didn't matter how dirty the water was, only that it was mostly still and at least three inches deep. The boy crossed his arms over his small chest, dark eyebrows drawn together in both frustration and concentration.
He was determined to figure the spell out. He had managed a few already, but this one was proving especially difficult. If he did it correctly, he should be able to see something in the water. So far, all he had seen was the muddy bottom of the puddle. Maybe you don't say it aloud, he considered. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back over the puddle to give another try. Vlépo, he thought as confidently as he could. He focused on forming the shapes in the mud into something, a person or an animal. At last he leaned back, red in the face from having held his breath. Nothing. Nada.
He very briefly considered asking one of the wizards, but dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come. They'd only tell him to do more meditation and get back to doing his actual job. A shadow passed over his pale face. It's not like the other scouts would take him out of the Base with them anyway. They'd leave him to sort through their findings and deliver them to other Residents, something Nite felt certain was a steward's job. If they're not going to let me do my job, why'd they even let me draw one? Not that he put much stock in the Base's current system of assigning jobs. Really, who had decided that random draw was the best way of going about it? He'd seen that tall kid Tom making their dinner and washing tables; he was the one who should be scouting the city. And that pale wisp of a girl that went down into the mine every day - did she have any upper body strength for digging at rocks? That was the same girl who'd given him medicinal herbs to rid him of his cold when he'd first arrived. She would make a far better healer or at least a steward. No one else in the Base seemed to find much fault in it, though. They'd simply shrug and tell him that's the way it had always been.
Nite slammed his fist down into the puddle, sending dirty water splashing all over his clothes, but he didn't seem to care. It was a shame he was stuck here. If he was capable of catching his own food, Nite would have left immediately. Not without something for my trouble, of course. There were only two things Nite actually liked about the Base: his cot in the barracks, and the library. He'd never seen so many books in his life, and he had already vowed to read them all. It had been slow going initially as he was out of practice, but a few books in he'd picked back up his previous speed. Now he was flying through each book in a few days or less. He'd just finished one about a war in France. (He'd had to look up where "France" was, which was why he was now reading a book about the geography of western Europe.) Where he hated people, Nite loved books. He loved knowing the vast amount of knowledge he could glean simply by picking up a bound rectangle of paper.[/style]
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Post by Alexander Lionheart on Apr 28, 2013 19:57:30 GMT -8
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He didn’t like to make a habit of people-watching, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. And this time, it wasn’t entirely his fault—Alexander had already gone outside to fetch some water to wash the carrots with. He hadn’t meant to stumble upon the dark-haired boy watching the puddles... Well, perhaps he had. The raven-haired boy—Alexander had learned that his name was Nite—had intrigued him ever since he arrived at the Base. They looked roughly the same age, but Nite seemed so much older than Alexander. They hadn’t spoken at all yet. The mystery boy spent most of his time in the library (where the blonde boy had first seen him, intently reading) and his cot was a few rows down from Alexander. The others told him to leave Nite alone, that he would only annoy Nite, that it would be better off if he didn’t bother him… But Alexander had a natural interest in other people, and especially in this boy who insisted on spending all his time alone.
With wide, curious blue eyes, Alexander peered over the fence around the garden, watching as the boy slammed his fist into the muddy puddle. He ducked down again, afraid that he had been discovered, but when the raven-haired boy retreated back into his thoughts, Alexander sighed quietly. He bristled slightly—wouldn’t that be cold? The sun had disappeared behind some clouds all morning, and it had rained off and on in the last week. Suddenly he wished that Nite was wearing a thicker set of garments, or something. He had to make a decision. Was he going to take a chance and initiate conversation, or not? Without taking another moment to think on it, the boy rose to his full height and stepped over the low fence. He gently pulled his cloak from his shoulders and bent down to grab his small pan of water.
Nite. It was a nice name—very different than any Alexander had heard before. He said the name in his head a few times, insisting that he would become friends with the other boy.
Alexander trudged through the smaller puddles (he walked carefully, so he didn’t spill any water on the cloak in his arms) and finally stopped when he was within chatting distance of Nite. He cleared his throat and bounced on the balls of his feet as he thought of a proper way to greet his possible new friend. “Hey, um,” he began ever-so-eloquently. Then, with a smile, he proffered his cloak to the boy sitting on the ground. “Would you like to borrow my cloak? It's a little cold out here, isn't it?” But then he couldn’t hold back his question any longer. He really just wanted to know what Nite was up to. “So... Are you looking for frogs?”
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Post by Nite Lively on Apr 29, 2013 20:42:59 GMT -8
[style=color:#202020; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]this is how an angel dies;[/style] [style=color:#202020; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]I BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE I BLAME IT ON MY ADD BABY[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][style=border:1px dotted #472e36; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; padding:5px; text-align:justify; width:300px; height:350px; overflow:auto;] He heard someone approaching, but was determined to show them the best of his manners, by ignoring them entirely. The newcomer, however, did not have the same set of "manners" and interrupted the pale boy's thoughts. "Hey, um.." Nite looked up despite himself. Instantly the dark little gears in his head began turning. He hadn't thought it worth the effort yet to learn everyone's names, but he recognized this gold-haired boy. This was the one who grew their vegetables. We're all going to starve if they let this idiot grow our food, Nite thought, but didn't let his cynicism show on his face. The boy before him was also a basket full of fucking rainbows: smiling at everyone and doing whatever he was told. Honestly the dullest kind of person alive, he surmised.
"Would you like to borrow my cloak?" Nite didn't hear what the boy said next because those little gears in his head had just suddenly shifted into hyper drive. This was surely the type of person who would do what you told them to if only you and he were "friends". Nite wasn't much of an actor, but he knew when to smile on cue. I could use a lackey. Perhaps this one's not entirely useless.
He put on what he thought was a smile (it turned out a little tight and a tad too much like a scowl). "Oh, thanks." He took the cloak and pulled it around his shoulders, both for warmth and to intentionally accentuate how small he was. Even people his own size couldn't help but take care of a boy who looked a bit too much like a drowned rat.
"So... Are you looking for frogs?"
"Of course not!" Nite snapped before he could stop himself. He struggled to recover. Averting his eyes, he attempted to look embarrassed. "I was trying to do magic." If he had gaged this kid right, he would jump for bloody joy at the thought of doing magic. Unless, of course, the kid already knew some. Which, Nite decided, would be even more useful. They he could make the boy teach him some, and then perhaps later practice it on him.
He stood from the ground and noticed with a sense of resignation that they were almost exactly the same height. (Nite couldn't just be taller than someone for once?) He tried to smile again, this time more successful without trying. "My name's Nite Lively. What's yours again?" he asked as innocently as he could make his voice sound. This, too, was a bluff. If he had actually been told the boy's name, Nite surely would not have forgotten it.[/style]
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Post by Alexander Lionheart on May 1, 2013 18:07:28 GMT -8
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Alexander grinned as the boy took the cloak—he was glad. He looked much too cold to be puddle-watching without a cloak on. Of course, now Alexander felt the chilly wind on his neck, but he was willing to sacrifice his warmth for the other boy. However, when Nite snapped so suddenly at him, he bristled. He wasn’t sure if there was something wrong with looking for frogs, or if this boy found no amusement in such a thing. Alexander felt his heart sink slightly. Nite needed some fun in his life, the golden-haired boy thought to himself.
But alas, Nite had assumed correctly. The word “magic” barely left the other boy’s mouth before Alexander perked up again. He hadn’t seen anyone use any proper magic around the Base yet, and he was so eager to see it. David said that he was studying some, but Alexander hadn’t seen him use any spells. He wanted to study a few things, but he wasn’t a very skilled reader yet, so he needed a lot of guidance. Not only that, but his work in the garden kept him from the library. So he was ultra-excited to hear that Nite might have been able to show him a few things.
“Magic?” Alexander chirped eagerly. “Are you a wizard, then? What were you trying to practice?” He had far more questions in his head, but he didn’t want to bother the boy too much. He grinned and squirmed on the balls of his feet. The boy leaned over and tried to look Nite right in the face. “I could help you practice, if you wanted! O-Or bring some tea!” Yes, that would be nice, wouldn’t it? He’d heard that warm drinks help the brain focus on the task at hand.
When Nite rose to introduce himself, Alexander couldn’t suppress a grin. Nite Lively—he hadn’t learned his last name yet, but now that he had he knew that he would never forget it. What a name! This boy wasn’t as bad as some of the residents made him seem. Yes, he looked like he liked to keep to himself, but he seemed nice so far. There was a lingering sense of loneliness that emanated from him, but Alexander couldn’t tell what it was for sure. Not hesitating anymore to reply, he stuck a thumb to his chest. “I’m Alexander. Alexander Lionheart,” he chimed. “How old are you? Some of the residents said we’re close in age!”
That, above other things, was why Alexander was so eager to meet him. Despite his efforts, everyone around the base still treated him like a kid. Sure, there were others that were roughly his age, but they acted so much older. Even Nite seemed more mature than he actually was. For a moment, Alexander envied him.
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Post by Nite Lively on May 3, 2013 15:05:12 GMT -8
[style=color:#202020; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]this is how an angel dies;[/style] [style=color:#202020; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]I BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE I BLAME IT ON MY ADD BABY[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][style=border:1px dotted #472e36; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; padding:5px; text-align:justify; width:300px; height:350px; overflow:auto;] This was almost too easy. Nite thought he might have lost the kid when he snapped about frog catching, but the mere mention of the word "magic" had the boy under his spell. It was all he could do to keep from smirking.
"Are you a wizard then?" Instantly the satisfaction slipped away from him. He didn't have to fake a frown as he said, "No, I'm a scout. I was trying to scry," he added before the boy could get excited about how cool being a scout supposedly was. The boy offered to help him practice, and Nite's motives shifted slightly without him noticing. This was the first time anyone at the Base had payed him much attention. He relished in knowing he knew more about magic than the other boy. Nite was eager to show off. "Or bring some tea!" the boy offered as if boiled leaves was the best thing on the planet. "Uh, no thanks," Nite responded. He wasn't very fond of tea one way or another.
"Alexander Lionheart," Nite repeated, surprised by the weight of the name. It did sound a bit ridiciulous, but it was a strong, old name. "Any relation to Richard?" he asked before he could stop himself. To hide the smirk on his face, he turned and retrieved his book from the ground, crouching over the puddle again. Now that he had an audience, he just had to get that spell right!
"Fifteen," he answered without looking up. He opened the book to the marked page and reread the small section on scrying. ...Users can focus on other people with which they have a strong emotional connection, the book read. This had to be the part he was missing. He'd thought he could somehow get around it, but apparently that was the only way the spell worked at all. What if we don't have a strong connection with anyone? he wondered and skimmed the page quickly. Finding no answer, he closed it and set it aside."Wanna watch?" he asked Alexander, knowing full well the boy would definitely want to watch.
Leaning over the puddle, there was only one person he could possibly try to scry. Her name was Analorah MacKately, and she was the closest thing he'd ever had to a mother. He hadn't seen her in nearly three years, and Nite had never found out what happened to her. Now's a good time to find out. He'd never cried for her or missed her when he'd left the mission; she wasn't his mother, and he wouldn't act like she was. When he'd left the rainy coast he hadn't looked back once. Now that the chance arose, though, a faint tingle of curiousity rose in his chest.
He remembered her sitting with him when he was sick. She'd hold his feverish hand and read to him. When he was really sick, the words would seem to come to life in the room around him, knights and legends duking it out in the dimly-lit sick room. He supposed she'd also been the one to change his diapers and rock him to sleep when he was a baby.
Nite leaned closer to the water and whispered, "Vlépo."
It wasn't at all what he'd been expecting, but the change was almost instantaneous. Instead of a face in the puddle, a shadow covered the surface of the water until the puddle was entirely black. Nite held his breath, waiting for it to change, but the water stayed black for a long moment and then returned to a normal, dirty pool of water. The dark-haired boy stood, his face drawn into a scowl. He didn't need to book to tell him what it meant. Analorah was dead.
"Maybe I'll take that tea after all," he muttered quietly, still staring down at the water below.[/style]
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Post by Alexander Lionheart on May 3, 2013 18:47:42 GMT -8
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The other boy still sounded closed off—all of his answers were clipped, and to the point. Maybe he thought that Alexander would get in the way of his magic practice. The younger boy didn’t want to seem like a bother, but he was determined to get him to open up. Alexander raised an eyebrow when Nite asked such a strange question. Richard? The name sounded so foreign that it didn’t even sound like a name. The boy couldn’t help but giggle over it. “Nope! I don’t think I’ve met a Richard…” He was sure he wouldn’t forget it—he almost hoped that he would meet one of those someday.
Fifteen. So he was older than Alexander, only by a year. That came as a reassurance to the boy, who thought the boy might have been even older than that. He could hardly contain his glee over the matter, but a part of him new he couldn’t be too friendly with Nite. He was technically his elder, after all, though not in the same way that the new steward Tom was his elder. (He didn’t need to guess how old he was—old enough that he already commanded the respect of many of the residents.) Besides all that, Nite had already gotten Alexander’s respect by being able to practice magic and read so quickly. His eyes scanned the page in front of him at a lightning pace. It was nothing short of incredible; the golden-haired boy felt his cheeks go red when he realized he had been staring. Oops.
Nite snatched his attention again when he asked if Alexander wanted to watch him practice magic—at least, that’s what he thought he heard. Nevertheless, did Nite really have to ask? Alexander was already so curious that he was sure he would have stuck around, even if Nite had insisted on shooing him away. “Yes!” His eyes lit up and he eagerly crouched down next to the dark-haired scout and observed him with wide eyes. What was scrying, anyway? That’s what he’d said he was practicing, but Alexander was completely unfamiliar with the term. He supposed he would find out when Nite cast the spell.
After the scout murmured what sounded like a magic word, Alexander watched as the puddle shifted and molded—he could hardly believe one small word had the power to do such a thing. He sighed in awe, but said nothing. However, when the puddle went black, and he saw the stern look on Nite’s face, the gardener knew something was up. He didn’t turn to look at the other boy for fear that he might be embarrassed, but he didn’t stay silent. “Wow,” he breathed. Though it might not have worked, Alexander couldn’t help but praise him. Then Nite asked for the tea, and that’s when he knew that the spell hadn’t gone exactly how he wanted.
Nevertheless, Nite had asked for tea, and in a moment, Alexander bounded off to fetch it. He had slowly been learning the names and qualities in the plants he sometimes worked with, but he at least knew how to make tea taste all right. Sure, he wasn’t as good as Thalo yet, but he hoped that he would get there someday. He nearly burned himself on the kettle because he was rushing, but after only a few minutes, he successfully concocted a cup of tea. He scrambled out to the garden, hoping that Nite hadn’t already left.
“I got it!” he called. Then he spilled some over the side, but only a little. “Ow…!” He carefully handed the cup to Nite and tried a smile to get him to cheer up. “Not my best batch, but I was in a hurry,” he explained. Then he crouched down next to the other boy again. “That was great, Nite! I’ve never seen someone scry before!” He couldn’t hide his question any longer—he just had to know. “Um… What is scrying?”
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Post by Nite Lively on May 7, 2013 19:55:08 GMT -8
[style=color:#202020; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]this is how an angel dies;[/style] [style=color:#202020; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]I BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE I BLAME IT ON MY ADD BABY[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][style=border:1px dotted #472e36; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; padding:5px; text-align:justify; width:300px; height:350px; overflow:auto;] Nite had entirely forgotten his goal of tricking Alexander. He stared intently down at the puddle at his feet, the book hanging loosely in his hand. He barely noticed the other boy dart off for tea.
He didn't understand why the news of his guardian's death bothered him so much. He didn't feel like crying, so he guessed it wasn't sadness he was feeling at all. Instead, he felt a sense of bewilderment. The pale boy knew part of it stemmed from the new knowledge that scrying could tell when a person was dead. He was a little surprised it had worked at all. But he was aware he was feeling more than just surprise. She's the only person I could have scryed. Only a few moments ago, it hadn't bothered him at all that he didn't know the names of hardly anyone at the Base. For the most part, he left the other Residents alone, and they returned the favor. Up until now, that had been perfectly preferrable. At that moment, though, it filled Nite with a sudden sense of fear. If I died right now, no one at all would care.
"I got it!" Alexander was returning with a steaming cup. Still distracted, Nite took the cup from him, not caring when it burned his fingers. He held it close to his lips, staring down into the liquid. He was surprised to find it didn't smell entirely terrible. The boy took a sip and burned his tongue, but didn't really care about that either. "Thanks," he said quietly, surprising even himself. One death, and you go all soft! he chided himself silently.
Alexander was crouching over the puddle again. "What is scrying?" the younger boy asked, and a smug smirk instantly slid over Nite's face. He instantly felt as if he had regained some power over him. He crouched back down, setting the cup down by his foot. He opened the book still held in his other hand. It didn't have any pictures, and he wasn't really certain Alexander knew how to read. "Scrying is..." He paused, seeking the right words. "It's summoning a vision of a specific person. You focus on someone, say the word, and the water will show you them. Or at least it should," he added in a low mutter.
He liked knowing more than Alexander (even if it wasn't much), so he continued. He flipped through the book to a page at towards the back. It showed a picture of a man, then an arrow to a dog. "This book says it's possible to use magic to turn into an animal." His dark eyes seemed to glow at the idea. The idea was very appealing to him. He often wanted to change his weak, thin body into something stronger and more useful. Maybe he could learn to turn himself into something like a tiger, with claws and fangs. "I'd probably turn into a hawk. Then I could see everything that happened from the sky." A small smile crept onto his face. He wondered if he could learn to turn into multiple kinds of animals.[/style]
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Post by Alexander Lionheart on May 8, 2013 12:30:34 GMT -8
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The more Nite talked about magic, the more he sounded like a teacher. Well, perhaps not the same kind of teacher that Alexander thought David might have been, but at least someone who knew a lot about books. He felt his eyes go wide as he listened to Nite talk about the magic he had performed. (Or maybe attempted was a better word—the way he talked about it made it seem like he wasn’t so successful just then.) “A vision?” he clarified, still in awe at the idea of it. “Magic is incredible…” He was thankful for the other boy’s explanation, because Alexander wasn’t quick at reading yet. Oh, but how he wished that Nite could teach him more about scrying! The younger boy wondered if he could even scry and see someone who existed only in his memories… Can you see anyone, when you scry? Alexander wondered mentally. Can they see you? Could you talk to them? Even if they’re dead? He had so many questions! And Nite was just the resident to answer them—perhaps when he was practicing scrying again. He was the only one besides David who had showed interest at all in studying in the library.
Alexander moved a little closer to the other boy so that he could see the pages in the book. He nodded his head to show that he was listening, but his attention was completely on the picture. Could a man really become a dog if he practiced magic enough? The idea was so silly, but Alexander was honestly curious. It seemed like it would hurt, but it could be useful if one wanted to go hunting without weapons, or if you were searching for someone by scent. He turned to Nite again when he suggested what kind of animal he might become, and he beamed when he caught the boy smiling. “A hawk!” said Alexander brightly. “Of course!” He could certainly imagine the boy’s raven hair and lean body transfiguring well into the winged creature, but more than that, he pictured the boy’s clever eyes becoming those of the bird’s. “The other hawks should be lucky, with you among their ranks.” After a moment of resting his chin in his hands, he giggled. “I would like to be something much stronger than me, like a bear, or a lion,” he explained casually. “Everyone says that I’m so small…”
Suddenly, he had a thought, and he couldn’t wait any longer to propose it. “Nite, when you learn the spell, could you turn me into a great, big animal? Or perhaps scry someone for me?” he asked with a big grin on his face, but after a moment he realized how one-sided his offer was. What could he possibly offer to Nite in exchange for such a thing? Alexander took only a moment to think of something. “I’m not so good at magic… but I could help you find books! Or help you around the Base so you have more time to study!”
His blue eyes flickered toward the tea at Nite’s feet, and he giggled nervously. “I’ll even work on brewing some better tea,” he said with a chuckle.
NOTES. asjdfklsajfkals these boys
WORDS. 530
LYRICS. "don't rain on my parade" by barbra streisand
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Post by Nite Lively on May 13, 2013 20:51:10 GMT -8
[style=color:#202020; font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]this is how an angel dies;[/style] [style=color:#202020; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #A8A8A8 1px 1px 1px]I BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE I BLAME IT ON MY ADD BABY[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][style=border:1px dotted #472e36; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; padding:5px; text-align:justify; width:300px; height:350px; overflow:auto;] Nite thought it must be exhausting to be so thoroughly doe-eyed and excited about everything all the time. He couldn't deny he liked the air of respect the other boy gave him, but just the thought of being enthusiastic and polite towards other people made want to roll his eyes. He contained himself, though, and instead stared down at the page. Influence over others was one thing, but this was real power. To be able to change himself into something greater, more powerful... It was more than he'd ever dreamed, and he swore to himself he'd learn all of it.
"I would like to be something much stronger than me, like a bear, or a lion," Alexander exclaimed. Nite sympathized with him; everyone was always disrespecting him because he was small and his body weak. He would prove to anyone who doubted him that he didn't need muscles to be strong. Alexander, though, didn't seem to see the possibility in the magic book; the tone in his voice seemed to Nite only imaginative. This wasn't just some fairytale myth they were talking about. If Nite could scry and make sparks with his fingers, he could certainly learn to turn his body into that of an animal. And, if he could, he had no doubt that, with the same diligence, anyone else could too.
He couldn't stop himself from laughing at Alexander's excited request. "And why on earth would I do that when you could just do it yourself?" He set the open book in the light-haired boy's hands. His expression sobered though. "There's nothing in any of the books I've read about changing someone else." Nite glanced down at the picture of the man and the dog. "It's all stuff about what you can do to yourself." He frowned faintly, puzzling over it. Seems like a major gap to have, he thought to himself. If it's possible to do so much to yourself and your surroundings, why shouldn't you be able to do them to someone else? He decided he needed to read more to sort out that problem.
The dark-haired boy raised his eyes back to Alexander. "Knowledge is far more useful than a cup of tea." He smirked and added, "I'll be there's books that can teach you how to make better tea."[/style]
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Post by Alexander Lionheart on May 23, 2013 8:27:29 GMT -8
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Nite laughed, and Alexander couldn’t tell if he was laughing at him or not. It didn’t particularly matter. Nite’s laughing only made Alexander smile wider. He held the tome in his hands, scanning the pages with vigor. Was it really possible? Would it be possible for him to learn a spell by merely reading the pages? Nite seemed to have done it, but he seemed far better at reading than anyone else Alexander had met. Perhaps with practice, the fair-haired boy thought with a nod. With careful hands, he leafed through some of the pages, trying to pick out any familiar words. It proved to be a little more difficult than he originally thought.
Knowledge is far more useful than a cup of tea, said the other boy. Alexander, without hesitation, nodded his head in agreement. It was true. He would have to learn some of these spells properly if he wanted to impress his new friend. Alexander grinned when the boy suggested seeking out books on tea, and he met his eyes again. “Do you think we have those here?” he chirped. Suddenly, he wondered if a book about tea might even smell like tea. How wonderful that would be! “The Base seems to have books on everything, doesn’t it?”
His expression fell somewhat at the thought. All those books at his disposal… but he couldn’t quite read fast enough yet. Alexander had tried to find time to practice reading in the library, but sometimes he became so tired that he simply couldn’t try anymore. His pronunciation was still dreadful (he could tell because other readers still giggled or snorted when he read quietly aloud to himself), and he still stumbled over words. The boy rested his chin in his hand. “To be honest… I’m not so skilled at reading,” admitted Alexander. He looked down at the pages again. “I only learned a little. And practicing is very difficult for me.”
The fair-haired boy looked at Nite again, a little embarrassed after having admitted that. Even still, he wanted to make a joke of it. “I read a book about Wales. The place, y’know,” the boy began, smiling. “But I kept calling it Way-lees.” Even now he couldn’t help chuckling over his silly mistake. “I have a lot to learn, I think.”
Alexander looked upward when he saw the sun peek out from behind a cloud for a moment. A grin burst onto his face and he shut the book in his hands, leaning over to grab Nite’s attention. “Nite, look!” he gasped. “A rainbow!” He gazed at it intently. It looked like it hadn’t decided if it wanted to stay in the sky or not, and it faded in and out of sight. “My mother used to say that rainbows mean good luck,” the boy said proudly. He knew it had to be true—after all, here he was, a boy who couldn’t do magic and could barely read, and he managed to stumble upon Nite. Besides, he thought any day was lucky if he met a new friend.
NOTES. DOUBLE RAINBOW ALL THE WAY
WORDS. 511
LYRICS. "don't rain on my parade" by barbra streisand
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