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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 20:26:35 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 12, 2007 20:26:35 GMT -5
I poked at my macaroni. The color was good, the cheese wasn't American, and it smelled delicious, but I wasn't hungry. I reached for my heavy bag, pulling out my sketchbook and pastels. A kestrel soared by one of the dining hall's large windows. Fixing the image in my mind, I started drawing the delicate curve of its beak, the determined glint in its eye. As was my habit, I wiped my hands on what I thought was a paper towel. It was a cloth napkin. "Shoot!" I dipped my napkin into my glass of water, trying to clean off the stain, but it only dripped onto my pants. Lovely. Dirt, horse hair, and oil pastels.
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 20:33:15 GMT -5
Post by Yuliya on Nov 12, 2007 20:33:15 GMT -5
Yuliya:
I walked in, hungry. I hadn't eaten much all day. in fact, the only thing I remembered was some bread and cheese. Good bread, and good cheese, but still not very filling. my hungry eyes searched for something, well, something that looked good. It landed on the cottage cheese.
"Cottage cheese!" I screamed. I sprinted towards it and held the carton to my chest.
"I don't care that some people think you look like vomit, you are a most delectable treat." I brought my cottage cheese over to an empty table where a girl was having some problems with paint.
"Want some blue paint?" I asked as I heaped an enormous pile of cheese into my bowl.
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 20:36:20 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 12, 2007 20:36:20 GMT -5
A tall girl with long black hair skipped toward my table. "Want some blue paint?" she said, heaping an enormous amount of cottage cheese into her bowl. I couldn't help staring. "No...I mean...they're, um, pastels." I quickly tried to hide my kestrel drawing. I couldn't tell if I could trust her. I let my hair fall into my face again. If I couldn't trust her, she wasn't going to see my drawings.
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 20:45:08 GMT -5
Post by Yuliya on Nov 12, 2007 20:45:08 GMT -5
OOC: Blonde hair, blonde hair.
Yuliya:
"No, to cover up the paint you spilled on your pants," I laughed.
"I'm Yuliya Dukhkin' of course, what's the name that was bestowed on you?"
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 20:49:30 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 12, 2007 20:49:30 GMT -5
It hit me. Yuliya, the girl who I'd met in the courtyard! The one who I'd fainted in front of! My cheeks flushed. She probably had my sketchbook. I wanted to shrink up and disappear. Instead I muttered, "I'm...uh...Anna. Lana Arson. I mean, um, Anna Larson. I...uh...have you seen my sketchbook...?" I'd never felt stupider. There went one potential friend.
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 20:55:14 GMT -5
Post by Yuliya on Nov 12, 2007 20:55:14 GMT -5
Yuliya:
"Ah yes, this one," I said, pulling one from the inner depths of my cloak. "I didn't look, I know of the need for privacy for one's journals." I pulled out MY journal, which was covered in handmade pale green paper. I opened it up to one of my old pages to inspect a poem. Reading it and sthingying up some cottage cheese, I asked,
"You fond of writing?"
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 20:59:46 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 12, 2007 20:59:46 GMT -5
I was startled by her reaction. "Um...thank you." I watched her eyes flick over her page. "Yes, I love to write." For some reason, I found myself pulling my notebooks from my backpack. "This is my journal, and I have my writing notebook, and my sketchbooks--one for birds and one for everything else. I love to draw birds." I realized two things: that this was the first time I'd shown my books to anyone but Katie, and that I hadn't stumbled over my words.
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 21:04:15 GMT -5
Post by Yuliya on Nov 12, 2007 21:04:15 GMT -5
Yuliya:
"Cool, I can't draw for my life, except dresses, and I can't even do them very well. And I mean ONLY the dress, not the person to go with it. I have journals for poems, everyday randomness, and quotes." I leaned back in my chair and sighed. Cottage cheese was good, very good.
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 21:09:10 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 12, 2007 21:09:10 GMT -5
"Oh. Okay." This girl could talk up a storm. "Can I ask you about something?"
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 21:24:52 GMT -5
Post by Yuliya on Nov 12, 2007 21:24:52 GMT -5
Yuliya:
"Sure, why not!" I saih cheerily.
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 21:32:04 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 12, 2007 21:32:04 GMT -5
I swallowed convulsively, pushing back the urge to barf. "Um...what do they do if you turn out not to be an elemental? They told me that I was...that they thought I was...and Earth, but what if I'm not?" I drew my breath in sharply, hot tears stinging my eyes. "What happens then?"
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 21:34:09 GMT -5
Post by Yuliya on Nov 12, 2007 21:34:09 GMT -5
Yuliya:
"Oh, you stay here and learn magic anyway. Elementals are rare, so it doesn't matter if you aren't one," I stopped her to grin my big famous grin, "I'm an elemental, and air one." I raised a hand to summon a gust of wind, then, sculpting it in my hand, I created the shape of a horse. I sent it cantering arounf the table, pleased with my craft.
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 21:38:22 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 12, 2007 21:38:22 GMT -5
I stared after the shifting shape. "Weird," I said, feeling both relief and disappointment wash over me. "How can you tell if you're an elemental?"
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 21:41:02 GMT -5
Post by Yuliya on Nov 12, 2007 21:41:02 GMT -5
Yuliya:
"You find out in Natural Magics. You just say some words and poof, if you are, you are, and id not...well, I don't know yet. It's really cool."
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Dinner
Nov 12, 2007 21:45:13 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 12, 2007 21:45:13 GMT -5
I couldn't wait to find out. I knew that I wouldn't be an elemental, but I wanted to see what kind of talent I had. "Will you help me find the Natural Magics teacher, like, now? I really want to find out what I am." I knew it was a ridiculous request, but I felt like if I turned out to be an elemental, I might be able to make friends with Yuliya. Long shot, I knew, but maybe worth it. "You don't have to," I added hastily, "but you could bring the cheese...?"
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