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Characters: Yorda and You!
Date: Throughout March
Location: Various places in Keeliai and on the turtle
Situation: March Catch-all!
Warnings/Rating: None for the time being.
A - Sing Nonomori
Yorda had fallen in love with music. She had never known anything quite so wonderful in her life (though granted, you could fill an entire library of things normal teenage girls knew that Yorda had zero concept of), and every time there was a performer in the streets, she'd listen to their songs utterly enraptured.
1-She had soon learned that giving these performers money or food was customary, and she'd taken that to heart. She didn't need to eat. There had been no food in the castle - and certainly nothing as wonderful as pastries or bread or the strange wriggly things the food vendors sold (sea prunes had become her favourite dish). It made sense to Yorda that the performers would want something in return for their work, and so she set about trying to find as much money as she could.
The thing was, Yorda had a knack for finding things. She was better than a bloodhound in some respects - once she set her mind to something, there wasn't much use dissuading her. She could be found around the city, rummaging in drains, bins or various other locales for lost coins. More often than not, she was in the way. But she'd also acquired quite a tidy sum.
2-Yorda had grown so enamoured with music that she had wanted to try singing for herself. She found herself an empty alleyway that she could have all to herself to whittle away the hours practicing. She had a reedy, thin voice. It was the kind of voice that had never shouted or made any sound more impassioned than a small exclamation of surprise. As she tried to sound out the words, her voice cracked and broke like spun glass hitting concrete. Eventually she clamped her jaws shut, her brow knit in frustration.
She was doing something wrong, she knew. But what? How did the street singers make such melodious sounds when all Yorda could manage was something somewhat less awful than a cat sliding down a chalkboard?
B- The Root of all Evil
Yorda never had money before. She didn't even know what it was until she came to Keeliai.
Now she had a jingling bag of coins, and for the first time in her life, she was faced with a real conflict of interest.
The dress was a pale yellow and had a tasteful and subtle pattern of birds and flowers embroidered along the skirt and sleeves. Yorda's face was pressed against the glass. She knew the right thing to do was to give the money to the musicians. But she also wondered if she shouldn't save some of it for herself to buy something other than the thin white dress she'd arrived in.
It wasn't like she needed it, nor could she afford it at this second - but for the first time in her life, she wanted a possession to call her very own.
Eventually the store owner had to shoo her off, though she looked back longingly at the display, hugging her bag of juulan just a little tighter.
Date: Throughout March
Location: Various places in Keeliai and on the turtle
Situation: March Catch-all!
Warnings/Rating: None for the time being.
A - Sing Nonomori
Yorda had fallen in love with music. She had never known anything quite so wonderful in her life (though granted, you could fill an entire library of things normal teenage girls knew that Yorda had zero concept of), and every time there was a performer in the streets, she'd listen to their songs utterly enraptured.
1-She had soon learned that giving these performers money or food was customary, and she'd taken that to heart. She didn't need to eat. There had been no food in the castle - and certainly nothing as wonderful as pastries or bread or the strange wriggly things the food vendors sold (sea prunes had become her favourite dish). It made sense to Yorda that the performers would want something in return for their work, and so she set about trying to find as much money as she could.
The thing was, Yorda had a knack for finding things. She was better than a bloodhound in some respects - once she set her mind to something, there wasn't much use dissuading her. She could be found around the city, rummaging in drains, bins or various other locales for lost coins. More often than not, she was in the way. But she'd also acquired quite a tidy sum.
2-Yorda had grown so enamoured with music that she had wanted to try singing for herself. She found herself an empty alleyway that she could have all to herself to whittle away the hours practicing. She had a reedy, thin voice. It was the kind of voice that had never shouted or made any sound more impassioned than a small exclamation of surprise. As she tried to sound out the words, her voice cracked and broke like spun glass hitting concrete. Eventually she clamped her jaws shut, her brow knit in frustration.
She was doing something wrong, she knew. But what? How did the street singers make such melodious sounds when all Yorda could manage was something somewhat less awful than a cat sliding down a chalkboard?
B- The Root of all Evil
Yorda never had money before. She didn't even know what it was until she came to Keeliai.
Now she had a jingling bag of coins, and for the first time in her life, she was faced with a real conflict of interest.
The dress was a pale yellow and had a tasteful and subtle pattern of birds and flowers embroidered along the skirt and sleeves. Yorda's face was pressed against the glass. She knew the right thing to do was to give the money to the musicians. But she also wondered if she shouldn't save some of it for herself to buy something other than the thin white dress she'd arrived in.
It wasn't like she needed it, nor could she afford it at this second - but for the first time in her life, she wanted a possession to call her very own.
Eventually the store owner had to shoo her off, though she looked back longingly at the display, hugging her bag of juulan just a little tighter.
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Yorda's childish nature wasn't something that often seemed to arrive in Keeliai. She didn't seem like she should be that young -- indeed, she seems in her mid-teens -- but at the same time, her mannerisms struck him as more inexperienced than stunted.
"Where are you staying?"
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It was probably a miracle Yorda was as well-adjusted as she was, all things considered.
"I stay at the Midnight Hotel. Anton Shudder is very kind - he has allowed me to do chores." That may have been a sign Yorda was a bit eccentric - no self-respecting teenager could sound that enthusiastic about cleaning their own messes, let alone others'. "There is a man with hair like ravens who comes to cook food. He made the omelettes yesterday."
She studied Bakura for a moment. "Yours... it is more like doves."
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"Kind... I'm not sure that's the word I'd use to describe the djadjut, but I suppose if you're on his good side, he seems such."
The thief snorted a bit at the comparison. "Doves, that's a new one. Someone likes her bird analogies."
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That was about the most thrilling part of most of her days.
"What does iyad-" She paused, mouthing first what he said before. "...What does djadjut mean?"