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Post by Veronique Poulain on Mar 30, 2009 18:50:43 GMT -5
This apartment is rather large, with two small bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchenette, and virtually everything else needed for a person to sustain themselves quite easily.
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Korlian
Kitty Kat
Academy Freshman: Bound Fae
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams... Only then can you belong to me...
Posts: 942
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Post by Korlian on Mar 8, 2010 1:22:49 GMT -5
Korlian held the gift tucked under his arm, trying desperately not to yawn. He'd tried to go to sleep early but he hadn't been able to, and it was early. Professor Harrows was probably awake, so that meant he needed to hurry. The other riddle sat in his pocket, probably getting really wrinkled. But it was too early for him to care.
The only reason he was doing this was the promise of a song for him, about what he could find of him and remember. Okay, not the ONLY reason. He liked Professor Harrows, even if he didn't know her very well, and he knew that Ariel approved of Professor Harrows and her father being together, and he thought they were good together.
Besides, this promised to be at least fun at this part. He set the package down so that it would be easily seen from the door, then looked around for the bell he'd been told was here. Ah ha, button. He pressed it and was surprised to hear a slight jingle, then realized what that meant and bolted. There was somewhere he was supposed to be and he didn't want to get caught away from there.
He might not get his song that way.
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Diana Hawk
Ireth
Ass't Principal; Head of Shapeshifters
You told I had the eyes of a wolf; search them and find the beauty of the beast.
Posts: 262
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Post by Diana Hawk on Mar 8, 2010 1:51:55 GMT -5
Diana looked up from her coffee cup at a flash of light from nearby, frowning as she realized what it meant. Someone was at her door. Who could it be?
Setting down her coffee, she stood and hurried toward the door, pulling it open and seeing... no one. Only a box wrapped in sparkly dark blue paper, with a tag that read To Diana: Happy birthday, with love from Vincent.
Smiling in curiosity as well as gratitude, Diana picked up the box and took it into her kitchen to unwrap it at the table. Her smile widened to a grin as she opened the box, pulling out a beautiful dress, the same color as the wrapping paper on the box itself. Something fell from a fold in the dress and fluttered to the floor unnoticed.
Diana hurried to change into the dress, finding with delight that it fit her perfectly. She came back into the kitchen to clean up the box and paper, and spotted something on the floor that had not been there before: a folded piece of paper. Even more curious now, she unfolded it and read the few lines written there:
Death and rebirth commence here at your hands, Where sometimes you kneel and sometimes you stand. Seek out the child with a past that he hides: Son of the Summer and Ireland’s pride.
Diana's eyebrows rose as she read the note again, then a third time. It was some sort of riddle, in Vincent's handwriting. What, though, was the point of it? This was going to need some puzzling out. She sipped slowly from her coffee as she pored over the riddle. She took it a couple of lines at a time, working over it carefully. Death and rebirth... somewhere she both knelt and stood... It was certainly tricky.
She glanced idly out of her kitchen window, catching sight of the flowers in the shallow box on the sill. They would need watering, unlike the ones in the garden, which would be nourished enough by snowmelt.
Her gardens... Diana smiled as part of the riddle suddenly became clear. She both stood and knelt in her gardens when tending her flowers, and sowing seeds was rather symbolic of death and rebirth. But that was only half the puzzle. She still needed to know whom she was supposed to seek. Someone with an Irish background, obviously, and with a mysterious past.
She knew of a few students of Irish descent, whose pasts she knew nothing about. The "son of the Summer" phrase was evidently the most important. Could it mean someone born in the summertime, or someone whose mother was named Summer, or... someone of the Summer Court? Korlian claimed to be a Fae, and he certainly acted like one of the kinder Seelie.
Diana smiled, pleased at having solved the puzzle, though she was extremely curious as to why Vincent would want her to visit with Korlian in her gardens. Well, there was only one way to find out. She left the empty box where it was -- it would keep -- and quickly finished the last of her coffee before grabbing a light jacket and heading outside.
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