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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 14:48:05 GMT -6
{I can walk on this now...} When he considered earth, Flare thought of plants and dirt. But it was more then that. Stone. sand. gravel. perhaps clay? Mud was just wet soil. {Look fish. Solid.} Gesturing down from how he was carrying the fish, tapping his wooden limb on the sandstone. Tap tap. Carefully, he took another step on the sand, keeping the thought in his mind of walking on solid ground. For each step, he found sandstone, until the path became actual cobblestones. Footsteps became more solid as fish and elemental looked back. The patches of sandstone seemed to crumble after a time. How curious. With the barrier of water between them and the bag, the fish's sense of magic filtered to near nothing. They couldn't really care right now. Because they were hungry again. But soemthing brown caught their eye. Swimming in circles, the fish tried to get the red one's attention. july 8 12.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 15:00:58 GMT -6
Beside the cobblestone path had a miniature tidepool, dug out of the rocks that scattered about. Nothing seemed to be there, the clear water barely enough to be a puddle. As he turned away, Flare noticed something brown at his feet. Oh? It was a shell. He stooped and picked it up with a free hand. A little brown shell, its edges curled inwards to form what appeared to be teeth over the opening. Now he'd never been to the ocean, however the traders occasionally brought oceanic wears on their carts to the city. Branches of bright colors made of what could be called pebbled stone, shells, occasionally fish. Even big leafy plants in tall jars that waved in the water against the current. The light reflected off the shell's body, dark brown lightening up to shine. It was very pretty. {Would you like a shell?} Carefully, Flare had to balance the bag while opening it to deposit the shell into the bag alongside the fish. july 9 13.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 15:52:32 GMT -6
As the shell rolled to the bottom of the bag, the fish fry darted to the top of the bag to greet the food of shredded leaves and stems of the plant in his hand. Food! om nom nom nom! Food and watching had been all there was. Then the shell rolled down to the bottom of the bag, the movement of the barrier bag around it having it roll a bit and catch color. The fry looked down, but that is hard being round, so it involved more of a swimming tilt downwards. A shell? A gift? The fish had never been gifted something before. Just given food. Good human! Nice human! The big man with a big mouth and a bigger song had only fed the fry and kept it hidden under a fog to watch the foolish humans come and play a game that they could not, probably would not win. Why was that bag getting closer to the water?! wait.. wait! july 10 14.20 2/11
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 16:05:04 GMT -6
With the water in the bag, he figured the fish should have some cleaner water to swim around in. It did look a bit murky in there. But as he undid the bag and started pouring, the amount of water he could see didn't seem to match what was coming out. The fish splashed out of the bag without warning, along with the shell, which hit the water and rolled to the floor of the little pool. Floundering briefly, the fish looked up at him, upside down. {Nothing should stay in a bag forever.} he told the fish, taking one of the remaining sunny yellow blossoms and floating it upon the water. Like water lilies. It might've been the light reflecting off the pool, but the little fry's eyes were shining... and it started blowing bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles. How many bubbles were generating! Flare had to step back, the bag dissipating in his hand now that the water was empty from it. july 11 15.20
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Post by Nadia on Jul 3, 2020 17:22:49 GMT -6
The wind whips up around you. A fierce gale - it is impossible to detect from whence it came, but with it comes sand. For those precious moments, it is impossible to see more than a foot in front of your face as the sand rushes around your body. The storm stops as suddenly as it began, leaving you coated and smelling like the seaside. Bleugh.
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Post by Flare on Jul 3, 2020 22:05:45 GMT -6
Bubbles just kept coming, like watching a pot boil. But the boiling is thicker, foamier. And so thick that he can't see into the puddle anymore. What... what had he done?! Crouching down, he reached into the pool, and touched something slick, and a bit sleek. Fish don't turn into foam when touching the water...? Something gripped his fingers while in the midst of the foam, a gentle clamping drape of something cool. If he wasn't going crazy, it seemed to be... reassuring him. Something was in that pool, beside his fish. Moving the foam about a bit, and then scooping it aside. Something with a big brownish gray eye stared back at him through the scooped hole in the foam. It gave a wink, then vanished. The gripping loosens up and he pulls a very foamy arm back out. What did he just see? Hee hee... oh he's so surprised! july 12 16.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 4, 2020 22:55:35 GMT -6
Surprised rather then afraid, the elemental sat back on the shore, mostly on his tail, his legs out in front of him, partially coated in sand. The wind started to pick up gradually, then more fiercely. A gale of sort. But it wasn't just blowing around sand and grit, the boiling foaming bubbles were being blown towards him. Barely a foot in front of his face? Try becoming a bubble monster, physically. A very sandy, bubble covered monster. To avoid losing an eye to a piece of grit, the tumaian closed his eyes and waited it out. He coudl hear the whistling of the wind around him, and something splashing about in front of him. Please don't let his fish be blown away. As sudden as it came, the wind finally peetered out. Well, he wanted to go to the beach, and that included being sprayed in wet sand. july 13 17.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 11, 2020 20:27:26 GMT -6
He'd experienced sandstorms. Gales of gritty sand blowing across the desert and chipping away at whatever stood in their way. The taught idea of surviving a sandstorm and not ending up a skinless mess was to burrow in and take shelter. Under a tarp preferrably, but Flare hadn't had a tarp when he got caught in one on his journey away from Tumai. Unlike his scales, the sand stuck somewhat now to his skin, like a gritty paste. Sandstorms clogged the lungs and in young and old and the sick. would often try to kill them. An assault of gritty fine particles. Taking a deep breath once the sandstorm died down, Flare exhaled softly. The sand just... fell right off him, dry as could be. Huh. The bubbles were heavily impacted by the sand blowing on them. No longer nearly as thick, whatever was causing the bubbles seemed to be doing less. Was it alive in there? july 14 18.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 11, 2020 20:33:16 GMT -6
The splashing about has paused somewhat. Flare watches the bubble frosted pool for a few moments before starting to brush the bubbles away. The water seemed to be a bit higher up then when he'd first deposited his fish inside of it. As he brushed, the tumaian's hand brushed against something sleek feeling. Was that the shell? His fingers reached to brush it again... no, not the shell. Shells aren't sleek, they are... smooth and sometimes a bit pebbly. {Are you still alive, little fish?} he asked the pool. No answer, but something seemed to still be inside it. The sleek feeling ran itself alongside the back of his hand, where the pale skin was smoother then his rough palms. Something seemed to be petting him? But it pulled away, and then something smooth got pressed into his palm. It wasn't a shell though, as flare thought when he pulled his hand out of the water. It was a smooth rock. eroded by sand and salt and quite smooth to the touch. july 15 3/13 19.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 11, 2020 20:41:47 GMT -6
the little sea rock glistened in his fingers as Flare examined the object. It was smooth and ovalish, and surprisingly flat. Almost like a skipping stone. {Thank you.} he told the water. Or whatever was in the water. {This is a beautiful rock.} Just a little token, but a gift all the same, it seemed. Something stirred in the bubbles and raised itself out of the water somewhat. This... wasn't his fish.
A much larger...fish thing bobbled among the bubbles, blinking big brownish gray eyes at him. Instead of brown, it had rich yellow orange scales, accented here and there with patches of white. In its mouth was a small curled shell. the same shell he'd given his brown fish. They looked at each other for a few minutes, not seeming to do anything else. {Did you see my fish? It is small, and brown} stupidly, he asked the bigger fish. Its eyes seem to crinkle like it could laugh, and ducked its face into the water, blowing a few bubbles before coming up to the surface again. Silly! july 16 20.20 lv 77
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Post by Flare on Jul 11, 2020 22:42:04 GMT -6
He didn't understand fish. Nor of a fish that seemed to be playing a game of peekaboo. The fish's long sleek body undulated forward, towards the shore of the puddle, and put the shell down before him. Nosing it a bit like a dolphin would. A bit confused, the humanish picked up the shell, and examined it. It was the same shell that he'd given the small brown goldfish. The same smooth texture. He placed it back down on the shore. {I gave this shell to my little brown fish...} he murmured, absently trying to brush the bubbles away from the surface of the water. Was the brown fish still hiding? That didn't make sense, as the puddle was empty when he put the fish in... The sleek finned fish gave a clumsy looking twisting roll, like that of a shrug. The movement of the water cleared more of the frosty surface. Sure enough... no brown fish... july 17 1.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 11, 2020 22:47:11 GMT -6
If the sandstorm had blown the fish out of the pool, he would've probably seen something flopping about in the sand, desperate to find its way back to water. Fish don't live outside water. Frowning, Flare tore a few pieces of leaf off the weeds, scattering them on the surface. The fish's reaction was quite fast, zooming upwards to snatch the leaf off the surface of the water, and fall back with a splash. Water flowed over the bank, dampening his toes. Each piece of leaf disappeared as fast as the first. {You are a hungry fish...} he noted, tossing a few more leaf shreds and stems on the water. {About as hungry as my brown fish.} Put it together! Now fish don't talk, and the white and orange fish had no way of communicating with the human (with a tail of all things). But shouldn't it be quite obvious when this fish was the only one in the pond? Maybe? july 18 2.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 12, 2020 18:44:20 GMT -6
The much bigger goldfish tried to act like it had when as a tiny round fry. A bit of a roll, eating lots of greens, and when Flare put the shell back in the water to coax 'his fish' to come to the surface, hid behind much longer fins in embarassment. And frustration. This continued for nearly an hour. "I've had it!" To their right, nestled between the dunes, something got up, brushed itself off and ambled over with urgency over to the humanish. "Dude, get some eyes in your head. THAT. IS. YOUR. FISH." they jab at the water puddle, at the sleek and glossy white and orange fish. "No, my fish is small and brown." The thing's hand/limb struck out and caught Flare by the poncho and pulled him closer. "Its a little magic thing called expansion by space. Your fishy got a bigger place to live, and boom. bigger." july 19 3.20
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Post by Flare on Jul 12, 2020 18:49:36 GMT -6
"How is that possible." Flare tried to lean away from the stranger. Like some sort of unambiable beech goer. In a floral shirt and shorts, wearing no shoes and a big hat that covered most of its head. It angled a bit and stared right at the fish. It ducked beneath the foamy surface, suddenly shy. "Seryn grow to their surroundings. Yes, thats what this goldfish is specifically called. And by the looks of it, she'd been ready to pop for months." The words were lost on the confused youth. "...Pop?" "Grow. Get bigger, move from the bag. Y'know." No, he didn't know. A groan. "Why are all humans as thick-headed as you?!" Flare frowned a bit. "Take care of that fishy, kid. She'll be good to you if you're good to her." The stranger released Flare, and walked away, over the dunes, and out of sight. But there were no footprints. He didn't respond while rearranging his clothing, then turned around. The fish was... floating. july 20 4/15 4.20
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Post by Nadia on Jul 14, 2020 16:12:25 GMT -6
A necklace shimmers in a pool of water.
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