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Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner ([personal profile] mogget_cat) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-06-01 09:20 pm

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*There is an albino young man wearing white on the sofa, catnapping.*

[identity profile] of-all-blood.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
There was a young man with a lion nearby him, watching curiously. His mother had silvery hair. But that was a bit further than silver.

[identity profile] of-all-blood.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Hello," he answered. Very polite, well-bred it would seem, even for all of his barbaric gold. "Pardon my staring."

[identity profile] of-all-blood.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
The movement was familiar and was almost, for just a moment, greeted with a smile. "I am called Cynric," he answered, leaving out his title, his lineage. Here, he didn't want to be Firstborn or Prince. He merely wanted to be a youth of his true age. "My lir is Lorrin."

[identity profile] of-all-blood.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"And what is it I should call you?" he asked as Lorrin watched the man curiously from his place.

He didn't move from his lir's side, but he did contemplate the stranger with yellow eyes. You speak the language of beasts - or some beasts, he said - both in cat, for Yrael, and over the lir-link, for Cynric.

It drew Cynric's attention quite quickly. "Lorrin? Your meaning?"

[identity profile] of-all-blood.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
My kind is unknown in all the lands, said Lorrin. Odd that you would yet know the language.

"Indeed odd," murmured Cynric. But he shook his head. "But then, not all here come from our lands. A scant few - but not all."

[identity profile] of-all-blood.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Homana, Solinde, Atvia, and Erinn," he answered quietly. Clankeep and Valgaard, he was child of them all. "There, lions are creatures of legend."

[identity profile] of-all-blood.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Cynric nodded. "A pleasure to meet you as well."

And he turned his attention elsewhere, taking no offense at the man taking his leave.

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Mary had a little..."damn." lamb, little "DAMN." There is a vague, unmusical noise comming from a chair nearby.

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." she says cutely. "sorry."

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Iris grins slyly and thinks for a moment. She puts the book down carefully and tries to remember something. There is the faint sound of a vibraphone in a odd tune. Iris begins to sing softly, but with perfect pitch.

I need some sleep.
You can’t go on like this.
I try counting sheep,
But there’s one I always miss.

Everyone says, "I’m getting down too low"
Everyone says, "You just gotta let it go"
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go

I need some sleep
time to put the old horse down
I’m in too deep
and the wheels keep spinning round

Everyone says, "I’m getting down too low"
Everyone says, "You just gotta let it go"
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Iris decides to annoy him a bit longer with some more music that she memorized. She focuses and several violins, cellos, and a string bass begin to play "Air on a G String" perfectly balanced. Iris closes her eyes to concentrate on lining all the pitches up perfectly. Her hand sweeps in tiny motions above her lap, as if she were conducting.

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Iris grins, hops out of her chair, and flops down beside the sleeping not'cat on the sofa. "Sometimes?" she asks, grinning at him.

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
A black kitten pounces on Yrael's stomach and hops up to bat Yrael's hat. Iris' invisible hand tugs his hat up to uncover one eye. "Sleep can't be that much fun..." she says playfully.

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Iris makes a cute moue. "I sleep." she replies, mock-defensively. "I never remember anything, so I do not think it's that much fun." she adds.

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Iris sticks her tongue out at the hat and crinkles her nose at him. She gets up an flops back into her chair.

[identity profile] iris-attitude.livejournal.com 2005-06-02 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Iris nods and begins playing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" again, with reckless abandon.