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Post by Nari on Jul 18, 2007 20:36:52 GMT -5
Nari: Me and Yuliya headed to our first teacher to meet's office a bit late, after putting away and taking care of our horses.
ooc: this feels weird to write, putting away a living thing but I can't come up with a better word.
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Post by Yuliya on Jul 18, 2007 20:50:43 GMT -5
Ravute:
I was meditating on my pillow, letting my feelings, thoughts, and memories slip away so that my mind would finally be at peace.
"I wonder where his office is"
"Gosh I hate my mom"
"I need to go to the movies with him."
"I should have never became a teacher..."
I sighed, it wasn't working. The thoughts of everybody in the world were leaking in.
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Post by Nari on Jul 18, 2007 22:19:44 GMT -5
Nari: "I think this is it," I said pointing to a door that said Ravute on it.
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Post by Yuliya on Jul 18, 2007 23:29:15 GMT -5
Yuliya:
I catiously opened the door to see a man in his late forties, with dark tan skin, and slightly wavy black hair to his chin. He looked like he was tired in his room that reminded me of an Arabian palace. He looked Arabic too.
"Uh...hello, Mr. Casdral?"
Ravute:
"You may call me Ravute. And you two are?"
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Post by Nari on Jul 18, 2007 23:33:17 GMT -5
Nari: "I'm Nari Elliots, and this is Yuliya," I motioned to Yuliya. "We're new students."
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Post by Yuliya on Jul 18, 2007 23:36:17 GMT -5
Ravute:
“I’m here to teach you flying. Not flying like on a broomstick or carpet. True flying. The art itself. Flying is a wisdom only understood by the earth itself, breathing her knowledge only to the sky so that they could tease the world with their knowledge of the secret. It is the science of wind and water, the music of air, the melody of clouds. Although I’m certain that none of you will understand what I’m going to teach you, it is not uncommon. Barely anyone had managed to touch the outer skin. I myself have only scratched the top layer. But it is my job to teach you to the extent of what I know.”
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Post by Nari on Jul 18, 2007 23:37:59 GMT -5
Nari: This guy would make a good poet. And not one of those sappy guys with horrid poetry, but one whose poems I liked like Yuliya's.
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Post by Yuliya on Jul 18, 2007 23:40:39 GMT -5
Yuliya:
"Wow, sir, that was like a poem."
Ravute:
"Everything is a poem, you just have to find the words that make it. Those are not the words of Flying, English is too harsh a language for it, and Flying is too complicated. "
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Post by Nari on Jul 18, 2007 23:42:22 GMT -5
Nari: i could tell Yuliya liked the guy already. She called him sir.
"Ravute, how long have you been studying this subject? You seem really intune with it."
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Post by Yuliya on Jul 18, 2007 23:47:38 GMT -5
Ravute:
"My soul has been companions with it since the dawn of time, but in the recordings of humans I have been teaching it 27 years."
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Post by Nari on Jul 18, 2007 23:48:53 GMT -5
Nari:
"Amazing..." I looked at the man in awe. He seemed so relaxed, so calm, and the only time I ever felt that way was in the water.
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Post by Yuliya on Jul 18, 2007 23:52:45 GMT -5
Yuliya:
I was completely in...I don't know. Hypnotized was the closest thing to it. He remined me of...of...well...a golden eagle. One that would rise to the sun with golden feathers and sing out a song of glory and victory.
Ravute:
"Goodbye," I said shortly, feeling the voices return to my head.
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Post by Nari on Jul 18, 2007 23:53:57 GMT -5
Nari: Me and Yuliya walked quietly out of the room, already looking forward to flying.
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Post by Yuliya on Jul 18, 2007 23:56:55 GMT -5
Yuliya:
My eyes feeling hazy, I started humming a bit. I'd have to remember the tune so I could put lyrics to it...I wonder if Ravute was a good singer...oh well, to the dorm we go.
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