Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
The age difference didn’t reach Polinya’s mind. Instead, she tried to pat Alma on the head. “Friends is good. Too short to be Alma’s mommy. When I grow taller, maybe. Tall, like Werni!” Polinya hummed, rocking on her heels, patting her own head once her hijab was on. Though, she squealed when Fiddles said she could kiss it better. But, getting hurt was not a good idea either. “Okay,” Polinya whined. “As long as I get to wear it later,” the girl humpfed, digging her toe into a corner of the long fabric.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 16, 2017 21:04:24 GMT
"Yes, you can wear it later." The redhead nodded, checking once again that Polinya's scarf wasn't going to fall off, and then starting to fold the fabric on the oversized dress and mark it with pins - first the sleeves, and then the hem. "Wern, do you think Ms. Alisa would be willing to give pointers on how to properly wrap this scarf later as well? So that the other kids can help with it if something happens again."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Startled by the mention of his name, Wern came to attention, scooting a little closer as if to hear the request. Once it was processed in his mind, the larger man nodded. “O-Oh, um, I think she could do that. I-I can ask her to stop by one day, after her shift at Leland manor ends,” Wern fidgeted, really unsure of how to help or to respond. Alisa was always busy, it seemed. He tried to take over from the chores, but well, hopefully both of them would be more free after the whole council incident was over. “I-I think she would be happy to meet you, since, um, Polinya talks so much about you.” “Werni talks too! About Fiddles and Tall man!” Polinya spoke from within the folds, making Wern blush. "N-not really."
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 16, 2017 22:05:21 GMT
"Oh, really? He does?" Edelweiss asked with a soft chuckle, momentarily moving her gaze away from the fabric to look at the little girl who wore it. She supposed the 'tall man' was probably Amon, considering what the redhead had witnessed of Polinya acting like around him, but either way it was intriguing...
"What does he say about us?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
“Ah, don’t mind her, Edelweiss—“ Wern cut in, fidgeting— his cheeks a deep red. Meanwhile, Polinya, ignorant of her Wernpi’s distress continued in a loud voice. “Well, he says that you’re really pretty and strong and does a bunch of work yet your really nice and are in love with Tall man, who is really scary but cool and tall. He mentions when you do cool stuff, like host things or when Tall man makes stuff, and he gets really happy and glittery eyed and then Goya tends to bump into something and make comments and its really funny and momma laughs,” Polinya blurted out, taking a deep breath before she continued. “It’s really really, funny!” But now it wasn’t, Wern thought shyly to himself as he buried his face into his hands. Cogs, he was doomed. Everything was doomed. “I-I don’t say anything bad! I talk about work, and sometimes our works collide and I like to talk about, well, your theater and how pretty it is, and you like to dance— and so does Poli—“ “I love to dance!” “— and of course Amon always makes things and I mean, I enjoy tinkering as well so I like to admire his work, and then Polinya asks about you, and so it goes on a long story and it’s nothing bad, I swear,” Wern nearly wimpered, fumbling with his hands.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 19, 2017 3:25:37 GMT
Edelweiss was at first mildly surprised at Polinya's chipper rambling, but as she went on and on and with how embarrassed Wern seemed to become at it (even though he didn't have a reason to), the redhead couldn't help but chuckle at it. It was a light, genuine relieving sound; she'd been really needing that. Besides, much of Polinya's choice of words were outright funny, and even Almandine seemed to have decided she liked the little girl.
"Oh, really? Thank you." She asked rethorically and then thanked the child at the compliments of her being 'really pretty and strong', an amused smile still lingering on her lips as she turned her attention back to Wern. "Wern, relax. I didn't think you'd say anything bad. Doesn't sound something you'd do to someone without reason, anyway."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Polinya liked to be thanked. People should thank her more often. “Yep yep yep!” she chirped back, poking her fingers out from the now somewhat shorter sleeves. Fiddles had tucked them back, allowing her little fingers to squirm out from the fabric. Wern, although attempted to be calmed, was not calming. Instead he tucked his chin against his chest, rubbing his hand against it as if to cover the rest that remained seen. “I-I don’t think I can say anything bad about you, M-miss Edelweiss. A-amon, maybe, but nothing bad bad. Just, that he’s scary, and well, we had this conversation before and yeah. S-sorry,” Wern squirmed.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 20, 2017 14:20:52 GMT
Oh well, it seemed like being fussy and nervous was just the normal state of a Wern in his natural habitat. So Edelweiss wouldn't insist further on having him calm down.
Just had to finish placing the pins in Polinya's still oversized dress, and then take it to be adjusted so that she could start coming for her classes soon.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Once all the accommodations were met, and Polinya got her dress, School for Polinya would begin. Though, getting Polinya to school was more of challenge than Wern thought. “What do you mean I can’t take a nap? But I’m tiredddd,” Polinya whined, holding onto Wern’s hand as they walked to Aunt Fiddle’s big place. “This is school, Polinya, and not home. Okay? No naps.” “But I’m tireddddd,” “Well, don’t stay up so late next time.” Wern had caught her more than once playing with Chakaia— and although he liked that the two had a good relationship, the little girl did need to sleep. Though, even tired, Polinya still found herself skipping a bit, showing off her new dress. It was the best dress she had, and her hijab looked pretty against it and she looked pretty against it and her momma had laughed and hugged her. She even cried too, and Wernpi had cried because momma was crying. Her going to school was important, Polinya knew that. It made momma happy, and so Polinya would do good in school. But, no naps? This was going to be hard.
Picking Polinya up, Wern navigated through puddles and the like as he entered the CAEsAL premises. There he put the little squirming girl down, but not even a moment passed before Polinya ran up to the entrance, about to storm through, until she stopped. Turning, she fidgeted, a little bit shy. “In here? Do I go in here?” she questioned and Wern frowned. Oh. Well, huh. He wasn’t exactly sure either. Oh Cogs. “M-maybe?” He did not remember Edelweiss mentioning a different entrance, but it was rather quiet. Or maybe it was just a lull in an uproar? Stepping forward, he knocked on the door, where quickly Polinya ran to hide behind his leg, clinging onto it. The loss of her zeal made Wern lose his own, and steadily, he began to fidget with his hands. Oh dear. Hopefully he wouldn't ruin Polinya's first day of school.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 20, 2017 16:43:34 GMT
Consider it's a Tuesday now
"POLI!" A small voice squeaked, and suddenly there was a child just a bit taller than Polinya running towards them. Amber's uniform dress was black instead of red, but the design and golden accents were the same as the littlest girl's. "Polipolipolipolipoliiiiiiiiii~" Glomp-hug-bounce-bounce-huuuuuuuuuuuug!... Ok, she's done now. The tiny friend has been properly greeted.
After a full affectionate minute, Amber randomly proceeded to tug both Polinya AND Wern by the hands inside the building like the little guide they never asked for. "You came right on time, the bell will ring in 5. Think we'll be in the same class? You're little and I'm little and we're both little and Wern is fluffy so you must, right? First class is with Edel today. She teaches philosophy, logistics and artcrafts (and the whole bunch of things on Saturdays). Then Ms. Willows teaches Literature and History and the other things with letters, and Mr. Gregor teaches the things with numbers like math and such. He's oooold, so you gotta repeat what you say sometimes for him to hear you, but you get used to it."
There were only two classrooms, one with children up to 13 years old and one with teenagers. Teachers were mostly volunteers, and students were graded based on their individual progress to allow the mixed ages within the very class. Inside the younger children's classroom there was the expected blackboard with a wall clock just above it, a science skeleton in a glass case on the nearest corner to the blackboard, and then a few bookshelves and art supplies against the walls, complimenting the rows of rectangular tables with 4 chairs each, side by side. Most chairs were already occupied, but there were a few empty seats here and there, and Amber hurried to a table where there were two. The tables seemed to be a tad too tall for Polinya still, but until they find an actual cushion to rise her chair Wern could be the cushion. "Wanna sit with us?"
Someone was screaming her name and Polinya, afraid, clung behind Wern’s pants, only to see a pretty girl run to her, hug her, and cuddle her. Except, Poli couldn’t remember who the girl was so she froze, but Wernpi let the girl take her hand— and take his hand too. Was it safe? Wernpi looked confused, but tried to smile. Polinya wouldn’t do that. Instead she pulled up her hijab a bit more, covering her face as she kept silent, unsure of what to do. Though, as the strange girl talked more, Polinya let her hijab return to its normal place as she, too, perked up. “Wernpi is really fluffy. I call him fluffles sometime,” Polinya squeaked, but the girl drowned her out a bit as she continued with words Polinya didn’t really understand. Was it bad she didn’t understand? Again, the hijab was pulled up as she shakily nodded, following the girl. Yet, if Polinya was having a hard time following what was happening, so was Wern. “I-I’m not fluffy, P-polinya. I-I’m just a little bigger than most,” Wern whimpered, trying to defend himself but his woes were lost on both the children. He too, tried to listen to Amber— that was her name right? After a while, it was hard to distinguish between all the children— not because they all looked the same or were much alike, but well, he only met a few of them all at once and hadn’t seen them much since. So, it was hard to tell who was who. Though, maybe with Polinya in school, that would change. Wait, what was he doing in the classroom? Frowning, he looked around. W-was he supposed to be in the class too? It seemed like it, with Amber’s question. “M-me?” Wern squeaked. “I-is that okay? Looking down, he saw that Polinya was clinging onto his leg, pulling on his sleeve. It seemed that she wanted him to stay. She was also being rather quiet too, which, would have concerned him if he had thought about it. Right then, though, he didn’t have much time to think about anything. “Um, I-I guess I’ll sit down then. C-can she sit on my lap?” Polinya didn’t give him much of a chance to receive an answer. By the time that he sat down (rather carefully) onto the smaller chair, Polinya had half climbed half held up her arms for him to pick her up. Once in his lap, she adjusted herself so she sat sideways— easily able to hide her face into Wernpi’s chest if she needed to. And right then, she needed to. There was a scary monster in the corner, and strangers all around her and they were her size and not tall and it was scary and she didn’t like it, but she couldn’t tell Werni that. Werni would be upset and momma would be upset and— Curling up more, she tried to become small in Wern’s arms. Wern noticed, and rocked her gently, unsure, really, what to do. “Um- I- um.” Wern stuttered, really wondering if maybe they had tried this too soon— but the sooner the better, right? Or maybe not. Oh cogs, he had no clue.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 21, 2017 15:06:12 GMT
"Yeah, she has to see above the table. We need a cushion for her." Amber chipped with a nod as Wern asked if Polinya could sit on his lap. "Don't worry, you'll be a great cushion!" She added in what she hoped was a comforting tone and hanging her bag on the back of her chair, already fetching a case of colored pencils and papers and setting them on the tabletop in front of herself.
The table Wern and Polinya sat at had two more children besides Amber, one boy and another girl. The girl had brown hair tied in twin braids and green eyes, was dressed in red like Polinya, and seemed to be close to the age limit for that classroom, eyeing the newcomers with a curious look as she tried to understand why Wern was rocking on his seat and the little scarfed girl seemed to be trying to disappear within her own clothes. The boy was closer to Polinya's age although still a bit older, dark hair with light streaks here and there and pale purplish blue eyes. A black fabric version of those masks some people wore when they had a cold hid his face from nose and down, but he waved a timid 'hi' and seemed to offer a smile with how his eyes slightly squinted pressed up by the puffed cheeks under them.
A bell did ring a couple minutes later, about the same time Edelweiss crossed the entrance door and placed her own things on the front desk. "Good morning." "MORNIIIING~" The kids chimed in quickly between their own chattering to each other, and in a few extra seconds the room quieted down. "We have a couple new faces today, so while I call your names make sure to introduce yourselves, ok? First... Amber Griggs." The kids were called in alphabetical order and there were around two dozens of them in the classroom, so attendance would take a few minutes, added to the fact they were taking longer to talk a little about themselves; usually it was something short like a greeting plus what name or nick they went by, a couple things they liked and maybe one or two extra things - Amber's introdution was "Hi, I'm Amber, I like sweets and ballet and splashing puddles!" and the other girl on their table went with "I'm Jade Harvard, but just 'Jade' is fine. I like pottery and baking, so if you want snacks just tell.", while a boy on the table in front of them (Neah Prior) opted for a quick "I'm Nephrite, I enjoy drawing and flying, and am allergic to cinnamon. Nice to meet you."
Some kids stood from their seats to introduce themselves, others just raised their hands. A few didn't have surnames either, but the vast majority did. And so the names list slowly advanced, though since Polinya's name started with a P, hers wasn't called yet. That was the case for the boy next to her as well, and a couple others on the front tables.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The thought of being a cushion didn’t make Wern feel any better. He knew he was big— Polinya pointed it out all the time, but well, being referred to as a cushion was not always a nice thing. Amber of course, meant well. It was in her tone, but well, words can still hurt, regardless of tone. Wern nodded, though, trying to give a smile but it came out weak. This—this was going to be a long day. Polinya, meanwhile, was in fact trying to disappear under her clothes. Her hijab, slightly undone, was proving to help that a little bit. She had removed it from its tucked position around her neck, but it still hid her hair. It just, also hid her face as well, and hid more as the little boy waved at her. Wern tried to wave as well but most of his focus was supporting Polinya as she squirmed and making sure not to break the chair he sat on. Already, he was sweating a great deal. He didn’t feel like he belonged there, and was more than relieved when Edelweiss walked in. M-maybe she would help him? “M-morning,” Wern stuttered after everyone had already spoken, though, he clammed up as Edelweiss spoke. And then, the kids. There were a lot of kids. Oh cogs. Some, Wern recognized, but there were so many— and so many named after gems. Goodness. Many of their introductions made Wern smile, and bit by bit, Polinya peaked her face out from the coils to see what was going on. Would she have to speak as well? She didn’t want to speak. She wanted to hide, and Wern, too, wondered if he was going to have to introduce himself as well.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 8, 2017 0:25:18 GMT
Spinel just watched the girl, sitting in silence on his own seat as she seemingly tried to disappear within the loops of fabric worn on her head. Why was she wearing a scarf wrapped like that? Was there something wrong with her hair, or with the top of her head? Maybe she was hurt? The young boy instantly felt a pang of self-conscious kinship at that thought, and his hand raised to touch the black surgeon-like mask that hid his mouth from view with his fingertips.
Something that must not be seen.
Maybe she was like him? And if that is so, he decided, he would protect this tiny person. No matter what might be hidden under the scarf. Actually, the head scarf made her look like one of those cute russian dolls that come one inside the other inside the other inside the other - a living matrioska sitting next to him, the littlest one within all the others.
"P. Nelson Soles." Attendance called, and he quietly rose from his seat. "Hm, hi, I'm Spinel. I was in the infirmary for a while so today is my first day, but I like artcrafts and little things. Like this little person. Can I hug you?" "Ask her that after class ends, Nel." Edelweiss chuckled. "Polinya... Can you introduce yourself to the class?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Well goodness gracious. If Polinya was not going to be blushing, Wern would make up for it. W-was this how people normally interacted in school? Cogs, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing he hadn’t gone all through school. While Wern blushed though, Polinya poked her head out from her bundled mess in Wernpi’s grasp. She was little and she liked hugs and she liked artcrafts when they didn’t break and the boy who was talking was short and wore something kind of like a hijab but for his mouth. His name would be Scari-spi. His real name had begun with a spi, hadn’t it? Polinya couldn’t remember. Though, when Aunt Fiddles called out to her, Polinya nearly climbed up ontop of Wernpi to get a better view. Submitting to her demands, (although not allowing her to climb him like some sort of human ladder) Wernpi merely held her out a bit so she was standing a bit taller as she proclaimed: “Hiya! My name is Poli and I like hugs and talking and crafts and Werni and food and mama and Aunt Fiddles and ice cream. Nice to meet you. Also hugs are nice. Poli likes hugs.” As if to reinforce the hug part, Polinya held out her arms as if to “hug” Scarf-Spi, but Wern merely squeaked, “not now Poli,” before he brought the jittery mass back to sit on his lap. Her shyness had only lasted a little bit, it seemed, for now she beamed, sitting up a little straighter as she sat more into her Wern pillow, tapping her hands against her knees as she waited for more stuff to happen.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
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