Fae smiled back and wondered which flowers she should buy for her friends at the hospital. She could also buy them some little trinkets from Mr. Ponticelli's shop.
Roleplay?
"You look nice today." He commented.
Fae fought back a blush, but it was no use. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she averted her eyes again, bashful. "Th-Thank you.", she stammered. "I–I'm not— it's not like I'm wearing any makeup— I–I just—" She gave up, tugging on the edge of her side-braid. What would her grandmother say?
He laughed a little, softly, finding her flustered response quite cute, "Or, you know, in Spain, a more appropriate adjective would be bonita, querida.." he listed smoothly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.
Fae blushed again, feeding little pieces of her baklava to Smudge, Grace, and Leum, who all licked it up greedily, Grace cleaning her paws daintily on a napkin. Was Cruz flirting with her? Impossible. He was way older! Maybe even in university! Nerves aflutter –just like her wings–, she tried to quip back. "I'm sure you're quite the ladies man at your school!", she remarked, attempting to cover her flustered demeanor with a cheeky joke. Grace nudged her meaningfully with her tiny elbow, winking suggestively and wiggling her eye ridges.
(Where's Kennedy? I'm dying to know more about her life!)
He sputtered a laugh at Fae's suggestive little dragon, "I'm homeschooled, actually. Meaning I go to school on a computer and not in a building," he commented back, "But.. I'm sure you'd be right," he smirked, trying to cast a bit of charm.
Fae grinned. Are you still in high school, technically?”, she inquired, finishing her lunch and setting her plate politely aside.
"Yeah. I'm a Senior," he explained, crumpling the paper that the muffin had been wrapped in. "And you?"
(Btw I said earlier that Fae is 13 turning 14, oops. Revise that to 14 turning 15.)
"I'm still a freshman.", she replied ruefully, scratching her nose. Leum yawned and shuffled over to Fae's plate, slurping up the extra syrup noisily. Fae giggled. Apparently still hungry, he licked his lips and stumped over to Cruz's plate, pawing the leftover crumbs into a small pile and beginning to eat them up. "I've never heard the name 'Cruz' before", she commented. "What does it mean?", she asked, curious.
(Sabine is just going to keep playing music until Fae and Cruz get back so don't mind her.)
(beautiful music yay)
(maybe start on her backstory a bit?)
(Maybe)
As Sabine played her music, she thought about everything that had changed. Her tow older brothers, Benjamin and Samuel were in the military now. Her dad lost his job in Ashfield Point, Florida, (Not a real place) and then got a job here. She thought about her grandfather's last moments, and how she had promised to be a good role model and to help her parents. She remembered saying goodbye to her friends, and remembered how her mother had been worried about continuing law school. She remembered seeing her mother cry. Her mother almost never cried. She remembered feeling so useless and helpless. She remembered watching her brothers leave. She wondered if she'd ever see then again.
(Ta-da!!)
(* cries *)
(and on that dreary note, I'm going to start)
Arilyn swung her legs, staring at the city, which she still got lost in even though they'd lived here for three years now. She'd finished her chores, but now had nothing to do. No, that wasn't true, she could add a couple more pages to her scrap book, or force Lorcan to stop swooning over his new girlfriend and play soccer with her, but, no, she'd lost the scrap book, and she didn't have the heart to (literally) drag her brother away from his first girlfriend. Arilyn sighed, and got off the swing in their backyard. She'd have to go into town. But first, she had to find her shoes.
(welcome! could you describe Arilyn to us please?)
As Arilyn searched, she wondered what she would do once in town. There was that little clay shop she'd passed the other day, maybe she could ask for lessons. Ah ha! She pulled her sneakers out from under Lorcan's bed-what where they doing there?- and grinned at the small yellow cat circling her feet. Arilyn always got a horrible creeping sensation that the cat thought she was a bird. This thought was not helped as the cat went low to the ground, then pounced on Arilyn's feet. She brushed off the cat and, with some difficulties, pulled of the shoes with out tying them. She grabbed the little purse that held her wallet, phone, and keys, stopped to make sure she didn't have any stains on her bright orange dress, and headed out into the street, making sure the door locked behind her.
(Sure! Arilyn is about 15 and has her hair bleached a white blonde cut around her shoulders. She has olive skin and lime green eyes. She likes to draw, paint, scrap book, and make things out of cardboard. She’s kinda shy, but even so she likes to wear bright colors, usually dresses and knee high socks, and finds it very hard not to burst out when someone says somethings she disagrees with, such as global warming. She’s an avian (a person with bird wings) and has blue jay wingsthat have just about stopped growing.)
(Sorry I didn't notice the post)
(i love all the arty people in this!)
(I'd say thank you, but that feels odd)
Im back! )
He smiled, "Cruz means 'cross' in Spanish," he explained, "My family's very catholic, so… religiously that'd stick to my name," he shrugged a little, bringing a finger to pet Leum's spine. "Isn't Fae a dutch name? Doesn't that mean 'fairy'?" He asked.
(@TopazWyrmlet~ yes I am very good at tragic and horrible backstories. And Sabine's is a lesser tragic. Just wait till you hear what happened to Dani's other siblings. Especially her twin sister. Muahahahahaha So yeah. I'd say I'm pretty evil.)
(niiiiiiice)
"Yeah, that's pretty much it.", she replied. "It was my grandmother's idea." She shifted in her chair. "My family's mostly British and Irish. Barely anyone Dutch, but my grandmother had fallen in love with a Dutch man before her parents had forbidden any contact with him. She used to tell me that he could speak to the faeries, when I was little." Passing Grace a napkin for her to clean her scales (again), Fae continued. "Are you Catholic, then?"
(what hours does Fae work, @Lil-Owl? I know she starts at 10 am, but what time does she leave? Also, when will she be working when school starts up again? Will she be coming in the afternoon and at Lunch?)
As Arilyn walked, she scanned the people, looking for any danger. No one in particular stood out, but still… She tucked her wings firmly into the indentations on her back, in an uncomfortable, but likely safer position, her wings being the easiest part to grab.
After a few minutes of regretting not riding her bike here, Arilyn spotted the clay shop, and was a little taken aback by the girl sitting out side, playing the guitar. She had warm brown hair with red streaks, in a french braid down her back. She had on a leather jacket with black pants, boots, and a red shirt and lopsided beanie. Arilyn smiled weakly at her as she entered the shop, but once inside, all she could do was stand there in awe. She was enthralled.
ADHD. The curse she probably had, even though she hadn't been tested. All thoughts of asking for lesson in sculpting drifted from her mind as she wandered through the shop, her wings drifting into their normal resting place.
Em, howabout she stops at around 3? August will probably decide her school hours when the time comes, after talking with her and such ))
"I claim so. But this habit seems to die pretty easily, I'm not the most devote Catholic," he shrugged a little, again, "I seem to get faster results when I take action versus praying," Cruz admitted.