♥ Appointments Post ♥

[asobouyo]

This is a personal appointment post for anyone who wants to contact Elicia Hughes (asobouyo ) without going to the trouble of setting up a log/journal; as I'll say with all my characters, if you have any reason to contact her at all, go right ahead here! Voice, Video, Written, or Action is completely acceptable. Just keep in mind that she's at school at certain times on weekdays (it's sketchy enough to say 'after school' or before or what have you)!

Please put the the month and the type of communication—i.e. [March 29th][Action], or anything in that sort of way—in the subject line (putting why you're there is totally optional; I'm sure I'll figure it out through the character eventually. |D).

Comments

[asobouyo]

Panpipes? What're panpipes?

[imasapling.livejournal.com]

It plays music when you blow into them. It looks like... [thinking face 8|a] ...a bunch of little tubes all next to each other! Some are long and some are short so they sound different.

[asobouyo]

Oooh! Can you play them, too??

[imasapling]

Yeah! ...Well, a little... [ok, he can blow air through them and make noises that vaguely resemble notes. but. 8|a]

[asobouyo]

Woooow, lucky! I can't play anything like that... I don't think I'm very good at musical stuff...

[imasapling]

You can sing, can't you? [he bends down to scoop up some snow in his mittened little hands, poking at it and holding it close to look at the little flakes.]

[asobouyo]

Mmm... I can sing a little, but it's not as pretty as a grown-up can sing...

[imasapling]

I bet it's still pretty though... [whoo, throwing that snow up in the air..........oh wait, that was a terrible idea. Now it's all falling back down on his head sdhfjgyjgh shielding self with arms]

[asobouyo]

[Heeee... compliments, man.]

How about you? Can you sing nice?

[imasapling]

[shy shrug of shyness as he tries to brush snow out of his hair and fails miserably because globs of snow are stuck to his mittens too] I dunno....

[asobouyo]

Hee, then sing me a song! I'll tell you if it's good!

[imasapling]

Huh?! But...! [jsdhfdyuilsud he's never sung in front of anyone beside his sister @^@]

[asobouyo]

What, you don't like singing?

[imasapling]

No... I've just only ever singed for my sister.

[asobouyo]

Really? Just your sister...?

[imasapling]

Well, Mother too... [except he's pretty much learned to be as un-noisy as possible around her. 8|;;;;]

[asobouyo]

Oooh! I sing in front of my mama sometimes! She's got a pretty singing voice.

But you don't gotta worry about being shy around me, 'cause I'll like your singing no matter what!

[imasapling]

O-Okay...

[hold on, he needs to build himself up to this. He looks steadily up at the sky and starts singing. The words will be strange to Elicia - it's the Elven language. Even with Luceti's mysterious language conversion principle, some things just get lost in translation as far as music is concerned. But it's a peaceful, happy tune.]

[asobouyo]

...

Uwwwaaah... That's really nice! What kind of music was that?? I couldn't tell what the words were!

[imasapling]

[well he certainly looks pleased that she liked it]

It's an old Elven song! [yes, even old compared to his own ancient time. 8|]

[asobouyo]

Elven...? That sounds cool! [Well if we're gonna talk, might as well plop down somewhere nice to sit.] What do the words mean??

[imasapling]

[but snow is wet and cold...ah, well, he'll sit with his legs tucked under him]

It's about the giant Kharlan Tree, and how it gives life to everything in the world.

[asobouyo]

A tree gives you life? [hrmmmm] Does that mean...

It gets pregnant like mamas?

[what this totally seems sensible]

[imasapling]

Nu-uh, it doesn't work that way!

...I don't think...

[asobouyo]

OH!

...

Then how's a tree give people life?