002 = Comment Log =

[ruethepollywog]

[After spending a few days resting from his arrival, Rue finally decides to explore the boat. Opening the door to his room, on deck 6; the doll looks around.]

Wow... This can't be a ship. It has to be an magician's atelier.

[The previous ateliers Rue was inside always had some monsters. He couldn't help but to be cautious, even though the information he received over the relic -- well communicator. The doll decided to transform in to a Pollywog (which is a giant yellow tadpole with a purple tail fin) to float about the ground and wiggle around the boat.]

Comments

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Hello there...

[Ama keeps her voice soft and crouches to get a better look at the creature. It's not... quite a tadpole, the colours are off, it's to big, and...

Magic. The thing has magic, is covered in it, so this... must be a passenger? She smiles reassuringly, wanting to seem welcoming.]

Are you a passenger?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[Oh that's good. She's not afraid of him. The Pollywog gives a small nod.]

Yes, I am. I'm not normally like this, I apologize.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

No need to apologize, it's ok; I've seen stranger things then you.

[The faerie smiles again, returning the nod.]

I'm Amaria. D'you have a name?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

You have?

[In an instant, Rue shifts from his Pollywog form to his normal self.]

Its nice to meet you Miss Amaria. I'm Rue.

[He offers a hand to her to shake.]

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you to, Rue, but just Amaria is fine.

[Ah, so he's a shape shifter of sorts; makes a bit more sense then just a talking tadpole. Ama accepts his hand and shakes, grinning a little wrly.]

Mhm, I've seen things much stranger, Rue. I'm not exactly 'normal' myself.

[She wiggles her ears just a little to get her point across. ]

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

If you are sure Mi-- Amaria.

[Sorry, it was a bit of a habit to call people by Sir or Miss. Realizing that he still had his hand out, he pulled it back to his side.]

What do you mean?

[She wasn't a doll of another Aeon, was she?]

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[She giggles a little at the slip; the kid was cute in an awkward sort of way.]

I'm a faerie, though I'm not sure if my kind exists where you come from or not. Suffice it to say I'm a magic user. How about you?

[The faerie shifts a bit, legs stiffened from being crouched for so long. She grins a little again.]

If you're not comfortable with saying, don't worry about it; I'm a bit to curious for my own good sometimes.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

No, I haven't heard of such speices; although, Klaus might know or Mint. She can use magic too.

[He lowered his head before looking back up.]

I'm not human, I'm a doll that was created to resurrect an Aeon known as Valen.

[He didn't want to go in to further details about it. It could be seen from his expression that something horrible happened.

...Claire.]

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[She knows the feeling all to well, Rue.]

We all have a purpose, though it may not be the one we are told of by others.

[That's enough philosophy for today. Ama pushes herself up, brushed off her legs, and smiles a bit again.]

Have you been here very long, Rue? Have you explored yet?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[He gave a nod to the comment of philosophy. Orders and will.]

No, I just arrived a few days ago. I was recovering inside my room.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Mm. Well, I'm just wandering around, if you'd like to join me. I've been, ah... a bit under the weather lately, but I should remember enough to show you where some things are, if you wanted.

[Did under the weather really include an apparent month-long-nap? Ah well, close enough.]

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

You should rest, have some warm liquids to drink and soup if you're still 'under the weather' --

[Rue realize that was he acting a bit to concerned even if he didn't understand what 'under the weather' meant.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

You apologize to much, Rue, relax; you weren't being rude.

[Hee, he reminded her of herself a few months back, really; apologizing for everything when it wasn't his fault or he'd done nothing...]

I'm alright now, so I don't need to rest; being up and about is what I need right now. Besides, good company is said to make a person feel better!

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[He blinked, a bit surprised.]

I have never heard of that before. Are you sure you want me to come along?

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[A giggle; he's so cute!]

I'd like if you did, Rue; wandering is more fun with company. But it's up to you, I'm not going to force you.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I would like that. You know more about this place than I do.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear it. Now...

[The faerie begins to walk, slowly though, not wanting to seem like she's in a hurry. Because she's definately not in a hurry; the last thing she wants to do is go back to her room...]

What would you like to see Rue? There's a forest... a swimming pool, a couple of cafes... the deck with all the suitcases...

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

A swimming pool? Cafes? Suitcases? What are those?

[Such strange things, but Rue was curious none of the less.]

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[Hmmm, how to explain...]

A swimming pool is like... a mini, man-made lake of sorts. A cafe is a place to get food, usually of the dessert variety. And suitcases... well, they're things to carry clothes in when you travel, I think...

[Go not being from this world either, yay!]

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

How interesting.

[He paused and scratched the back of his head before checking his pouches.]

Ah, excuse me. Could you direct me to somewhere to eat?

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[This time she smiles fully.]

D'you like sweet things, Rue, or would you rather more 'normal' food? There's a couple of places I can take you.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Either is fine. Please, lead the way.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Alrighty, follow me.

[You're in for a treat, Rue, no standard elegante food for you! The faerie heads for the stairs, knowing exactly where she's going.]

I'll bring you to the cafe I've been running with a couple of my friends; there's cakes and cookies and a whole bunch of sweet stuff, I think you'll like it.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[The doll follows along, intreged.]

I don't think Claire prepared those before -- Ah, she's a good friend of mine.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Different people prepare different food, the same can be said for different cultures. I didn't know what most of the things I make now were when I first came here.

[She leads him along quietly, humming a little. It's not till they reach the cafe that she pauses, flicking on the light switch of the little stand and disappearing behind the counter.]

Be out in a sec, Rue! Have a seat.

[The faeries not sure what they have in stock, so she's just going through the pre-made cakes for him; poor thing's likely starving.]