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reachforthesky) wrote2011-11-19 10:20 pm
reachforthesky) wrote2011-11-19 10:20 pm
[MEMORIES # 21, 22; SKILL # 5]
* The tiny apple dumpling. Setting out for the Palace to help Jon. (significant neutral, shareable)
"I've enough apples left for one more pie," said Jonathan. "I'm to deliver it, at ten o'clock, on the day the Emperor arrives. Let's hope the sun will shine for the Emperor."
The last apple pie was magnificent. Jonathan covered it carefully and then whisked back into the bakehouse and returned with a tiny apple dumpling.
"I made this for you, Timi," he said, "with the last apple of all. I'm late. I shall go straight down the hill and take the short cut to the Palace. Don't open the door to anyone."
Timi watched him as he zigzagged down the slope. The wind was still roaring overhead, the smoke from the village chimneys was all blowing one way, and on the opposite hill the Old Palace looked cold and unfriendly although all the flags were flying. Timi hurried in and locked the door. Ten minutes later there was a violent banging on the door. Timi dived under the table.
"Jonathan! Hey there, Jonathan!" shouted a voice. "A message from the Queen! The Emperor of China is bringing an honourable and highly respected friend with him. The Queen requests another small pie." In the silence that followed, Timi could hear the messenger muttering to himself.
SUMMARIZING THE REST: The messenger shoves a letter under the door and leaves. Timi debates for a minute, realizes there are no apples left to make another pie anyway, and puts the dumpling in the Queen's cup to carry to the Palace as a substitute.
At the Palace she sees the windblown branch and the wreckage of the stone eagle, around which a crowd has formed; she's not close enough to see Jon Dumpling lying stunned in the middle of the crowd. She stealths her way past the Palace wall by sneaking in the bushes and then climbing a hawthorn tree -- she scratches her paw badly on it. Then she goes in a door and follows the smell of roasting to the Palace kitchens. The memory cuts off as she enters.
+ IF A THING MUST BE DONE GET OUT AND DO IT HOWEVER YOU CAN :|b
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* Falling out of the nest when very young. Being retrieved by the Black Grandfather. (significant negative, shareable)
Her name was Timi. She was an orphan and smaller then the other Griffins. Once when she was very young, she had been pushed out of the great Griffin nest and had bounced down the forest slope, from rock to rock, until the Black Grandfather, the leader of all the Griffins, had swooped through the trees, caught her up in his strong claws, and carried her back to the nest.
+ Oh that's why I can't fly :( Mystery solved...
+ Bodylanguage-wise, she already goes around often with her wings as flat against her back as she can make them a lot; this will become a lot more pronounced.
+ Also no more of her (admittedly already rare) attempts to practice flying.
+ A definite problem with heights -- she climbs trees and cabins just fine, but something like the cliff is just terrifying.
+ Pretty flat avoidance of the topic: if anyone brings up her wings and if she can fly or not, expect to be gently rebuffed.
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* Dusting and cleaning.
And then Tiger's Eye was never dirty again.
"I've enough apples left for one more pie," said Jonathan. "I'm to deliver it, at ten o'clock, on the day the Emperor arrives. Let's hope the sun will shine for the Emperor."
The last apple pie was magnificent. Jonathan covered it carefully and then whisked back into the bakehouse and returned with a tiny apple dumpling.
"I made this for you, Timi," he said, "with the last apple of all. I'm late. I shall go straight down the hill and take the short cut to the Palace. Don't open the door to anyone."
Timi watched him as he zigzagged down the slope. The wind was still roaring overhead, the smoke from the village chimneys was all blowing one way, and on the opposite hill the Old Palace looked cold and unfriendly although all the flags were flying. Timi hurried in and locked the door. Ten minutes later there was a violent banging on the door. Timi dived under the table.
"Jonathan! Hey there, Jonathan!" shouted a voice. "A message from the Queen! The Emperor of China is bringing an honourable and highly respected friend with him. The Queen requests another small pie." In the silence that followed, Timi could hear the messenger muttering to himself.
SUMMARIZING THE REST: The messenger shoves a letter under the door and leaves. Timi debates for a minute, realizes there are no apples left to make another pie anyway, and puts the dumpling in the Queen's cup to carry to the Palace as a substitute.
At the Palace she sees the windblown branch and the wreckage of the stone eagle, around which a crowd has formed; she's not close enough to see Jon Dumpling lying stunned in the middle of the crowd. She stealths her way past the Palace wall by sneaking in the bushes and then climbing a hawthorn tree -- she scratches her paw badly on it. Then she goes in a door and follows the smell of roasting to the Palace kitchens. The memory cuts off as she enters.
+ IF A THING MUST BE DONE GET OUT AND DO IT HOWEVER YOU CAN :|b
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* Falling out of the nest when very young. Being retrieved by the Black Grandfather. (significant negative, shareable)
Her name was Timi. She was an orphan and smaller then the other Griffins. Once when she was very young, she had been pushed out of the great Griffin nest and had bounced down the forest slope, from rock to rock, until the Black Grandfather, the leader of all the Griffins, had swooped through the trees, caught her up in his strong claws, and carried her back to the nest.
+ Oh that's why I can't fly :( Mystery solved...
+ Bodylanguage-wise, she already goes around often with her wings as flat against her back as she can make them a lot; this will become a lot more pronounced.
+ Also no more of her (admittedly already rare) attempts to practice flying.
+ A definite problem with heights -- she climbs trees and cabins just fine, but something like the cliff is just terrifying.
+ Pretty flat avoidance of the topic: if anyone brings up her wings and if she can fly or not, expect to be gently rebuffed.
-
* Dusting and cleaning.
And then Tiger's Eye was never dirty again.