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test drive meme!
Here's how it works!
➊ wanna play a character but don't have the time? or maybe you just want to test them out?
➋ well go for it! post them here like they're already in the game (text, voice, video or action), and have them talk to characters already in the big gay Garden! Be sure to put their name and fandom in the subject line, for those of us who don't know it.
➌ then app them because you know you want to. 8|
Please spread the word about this meme, and happy Thursday!
Here's how it works!
➊ wanna play a character but don't have the time? or maybe you just want to test them out?
➋ well go for it! post them here like they're already in the game (text, voice, video or action), and have them talk to characters already in the big gay Garden! Be sure to put their name and fandom in the subject line, for those of us who don't know it.
➌ then app them because you know you want to. 8|
Please spread the word about this meme, and happy Thursday!
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It's not as if she cares that she'll fall, but she is interesting, and entertaining, for now.] From that height, you'll fall and hurt yourself. Don't you care?
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[She continues to climb, bit by bit, slipping here and there and feeling the bark cut into her skin. Everything would go easier if she would just drop the damn birdcage, but you might as well ask her to smile.]
I suppose it would be easier if I had wings, though.....
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What are you trying to do?
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What d'you think? I'm going to catch the bird.
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You won't catch it, holding that cage.
[And quite suddenly, she is on a tree branch a little above Eleanor, swinging her legs back and forth. A tilt of her head.] Would you like me to help?
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....I won't catch it without it.
[That's all right, she never expected friendly expressions of any sort. Hanging around nasty little girls like Diana and Meg teaches well how false smiles can be. A slow, ponderous shake of the head, and she wiggles up a little further. The next is said with the finality of a child's logic:]
One should catch their happiness themselves.
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I suppose that's true.
[She continues to watch this slow, careful struggle. She has little better to do than watch, and feed. It's a little fascinating, observing humans, even if she takes the same pleasure from it as one would watching the methodical work of trapped ants in a farm.
Her face lights up at Eleanor's words, and she claps her hands, seemingly delighted at this childlike insight.]
My, what a clever girl you are. That's absolutely right. There's little worth in the things that are simply handed to you. [She crosses her legs, rests her chin on her interlaced fingers. The branch barely shifts under her weight. Either she is exceptionally light, or something is off.] I do admire people who think like that.
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One can't expect anything else.
[She's beginning to breathe a little harder, pale cheeks taken on the slow flush of exertion, but there's not a whisper of complaint.]
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[And without waiting for confirmation or denial, she continues.] What will you do with that bird, once it's caught? If you catch it, that is. [polite clearing of her throat, and then she carries on.] A wild bird can't be caged.
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[That's all. She will keep it in her possession and wait for it to bring her that fabled thing known as happiness. But there's no point in saying that; other people would never understand.
A pause.]
Anything can be caged.
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[The next thing Eleanor says though, makes Riful's smile drop a bit.] Now, that isn't true. Anything powerful enough can break free.
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Only if the cage is weaker.
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Always.
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[she had been bound, in ways, to Dauf. And even that thing was held in Isley's possession, for a time.] You're a very bright little girl. What is your name?
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Countess Eleanor.
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Yes.
[then, in a pondering way]
Why the West?
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I rule the Western lands in my world, you see. [Or did, before her death. But details.]
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[climb, climb.]
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[It's odd, to be having a discussion with a human child about her lands, as if discussing the weather. But she is bored, in this garden prison, and the child's unnerving patience and calm reminds her of the silver-haired warriors. It's oddly nostalgic.]