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Post by Zirin on May 29, 2012 9:11:14 GMT -4
He could picture bridges he had seen before, but his mind just wasn’t able to merge two memories together in the necessary way to build the bridge like he was supposed to. Feeling rather disappointed that he couldn’t do it, and afraid that he would be called on it, he sheepishly watched M’sa work on his end.
After a while it started to take shape and U’wa found his hands moving the sand around to mirror the older man’s work. Despite his inability to simply let his mind imagine the outcome, U’wa did have a knack for spacial learning and was able to copy M’sa’s side of the bridge with relative ease. At least, the positioning of the supports were in the same place, if a bit sloppier due to his inexperience working with sand.
He still didn’t quite understand how to connect it to the Hold. He tried but it looked terribly awkward and he wasn’t exactly happy with it. “It doesn’t look right…” He finally pouted at the sandcastle, not even realizing that he was complaining about something out loud for once. His own dragon rarely heard him make any spoken complaints, so the words caused the green to look at him in surprise.
I think Mine broke! He never complains! Why is he broken?! In her moment of panic, she accidentally bumped U’wa and sent him flying forward, his flailing hand taking out a section of M’sa’s castle on the way. “S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sorrrry!!!” He exclaimed.
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Post by Elessar on May 29, 2012 9:21:56 GMT -4
WELL HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE [/COLOR]  SOMEWHERE TOO FAR FOR US TO FIND[/FONT] - - - - - - - - [/B]
M'sa was oblivious to the other man's lack of work. He was mildly contemplating how to make the river work when U'wa finally began to build his end, the bridge slowly taking shape. U'wa's end of the bridge was a bit sloppier, so M'sa unconciously fixed it as they worked.
He didn't look at U'wa as he spoke. "It looks fine to me," he commented, shrugging. He had no idea the implications of what "home" meant to the other man, or why a random bridge would make it look awkward, or even wrong.
When Peniath panicked, sending U'wa flailing, Lazarinizulisicath jumped up, springing backwards to avoid the green's movements. Why is Yours broken?!
[/color] She asked. As U'wa's hand took out a chunk of M'sa's castle, he was strangely calm about it, though U'wa was stuttering like mad. "I'll just rebuild it. The ocean takes it away anyway," he said, gently moving U'wa's hand out of the way so he could start rebuilding. "Why don't you work on the river?" He asked, hoping to get U'wa excited about playing again. [/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - [/B] KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE GROUNDWHEN YOUR HEAD IS IN THE CLOUDS[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by Zirin on May 29, 2012 9:37:39 GMT -4
He never complains out loud. Never ever! I’ve never heard him say anything out loud like that, not since I picked him on the sands! NEVER! There was pride in the greens voice, happiness at finally feeling him let loose a little bit, but at the same time it was so different from normal that the only logical explanation (in the silly green’s mind) was that there was something wrong!
U’wa gave a sheepish nod, glad he wasn’t in trouble for wrecking the other man’s castle. “I… I can help rebuild it…” He finally said, “I remember what it looked like.” He may not have had any imagination, but the curly haired youth did have a rather spectacular memory, built from Turns of being beaten for not remembering things.
He went about digging a channel for the river as he spoke, feeling upset with himself for having destroyed such a wonderful sand sculpture. “Do you ever get sad when the ocean takes it away?” He once again found his thoughts drifting to his family, or what was left of it anyways.
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Post by Elessar on May 29, 2012 18:57:07 GMT -4
WELL HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE [/COLOR] SOMEWHERE TOO FAR FOR US TO FIND[/FONT] - - - - - - - - [/B]
Lazarinizulisicath chuckled lightly, laying down again and re-crossing her paws. That does not mean he is broken, GreenOne. Perhaps he is simply... changing. Growing.
[/color] The brown looked over at the two men, happy to see they were still getting along. M'sa glanced up. "You remember?" The section of castle that had been taken out was one of the imagined parts. "Have you ever been there?" The man didn't seem to understand that U'wa remembered what the castle looked like from M'sa's creation of it, not from having been there. After all, the castle was only in his head. As the river was being constructed, U'wa asked another question. This boy seemed to be full of questions! M'sa wondered if he ever got tired of asking them, but did not ask his own question out loud. Instead, hands resculpting the crumbled part of his castle, he answered. "No. The ocean takes the sand, and puts it back fresh, giving a clean slate. Clean slate, remember? "And the sand belongs to the ocean as the dragons belong to the sky. It would be strange to get sad when the ocean takes it away." [/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE] - - - - - - - - [/B] KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE GROUNDWHEN YOUR HEAD IS IN THE CLOUDS[/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] |
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Post by Zirin on May 30, 2012 6:25:53 GMT -4
Peniath’s tail twitched and she cocked her head, regarding her rider with curiosity. He had changed since she had first met him, of course, but it had taken a lot of time. Perhaps M’sa would simply help hurry the process? It certainly couldn’t end badly right? U’wa seemed to understand that his questions would not bring trouble here, unlike at camp.
“N-no… I just.. I remember what it looked like… from before I broke it…” He said sheepishly, not quite sure why M’sa was asking him something so silly. The brownrider had only recently explained the place didn’t exist! Well, it seemed the boy was content to rebuild the castle without help, so U’wa continued working away at the river, not sure how deep he was supposed to make the channel.
Much like his dragon, U’wa cocked his head as he listened to his new friend. The man sure had some strange ideas… but they made sense, in a way. “I like you,” U’wa said after a moment, smiling to himself and paying more attention to the river than anything else now. “You’re not like the rebels at camp.” No, with this brownrider, U’wa felt more free than he had in a long time. Yours’ patience reminds Mine of his sister. Peniath speculated, though she didn’t see the connection. U’wa’s sister was vastly different from this brownrider, though she supposed there was something in common about the way they accepted Hers.
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