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Post by Elindë on Jan 27, 2012 18:15:36 GMT 7
They say good things come in small packages, which is certainly true of this terraced townhouse. The main sitting room, ‘snug’ and kitchen/dining room on the ground floor and the bedrooms and bathroom upstairs are a tad small but spacious enough, and Lovai’s decorating skills make them seem that bit bigger. Lovai spends most of his time at home so he's more often than not absent, but if he's in the front door will be open to you (though not literally; you do have to knock). Lovai bought a camera recently and his studio quality photos, dotted tastefully around the house, are what make this place unique. One hangs above the dining table, though because its colours – pastels and white – match those of the décor you may well not notice it immediately. It’s of Phoenix in modern clothes; shirt, trousers and dusky pink jacket. Lovai has it on show to remind the Sinda of when he lost a bet: this was the forfeit, though he's laughing so it couldn't have been too bad. But Lovai’s favourite picture, a group portrait, hangs in the living room and he’d be more than happy to explain it if you ask. No, there’s nothing in this house out to get you – though putting your head in the microwave isn’t advised –so sit back and relax. That said I’d treat the items occasionally thrown over the fence by the neighbours with suspicion… |
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Post by Basil on Jan 31, 2012 1:14:41 GMT 7
The sun had begun to set when a tiny visitor arrived. The lynx kitten sniffed the path leading to the house. There were no recognizable smells around. She sneezed and rubbed her nose with her paw. Her bright little eyes spotted the doorstep and she hurried over. She sat there and meowed. Not getting a response, she meowed even louder. She stood on her hindlegs and began clawing the front of the door, hoping to get someone’s attention sooner or later. This was the first time in a very long time, she found herself alone.
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Post by Elindë on Jan 31, 2012 1:21:52 GMT 7
Lovai was coming down the stairs when he heard scrabbling at the door. He thought nothing of it and continued what he was doing but then the scrabbling stopped and was replaced by meowing. He stopped halfway down the hall and listened. The sound was most definitely coming from his front door. Puzzled, he retraced his steps and leant on the post at the end of the banisters for a while, but even then the noise continued. And there was that scratching again. It really wasn't about to go away. So, with some trepidation, he got his keys out of the pocket of his coat which hung by the door, turned the key in the lock and opened the door ajar. He blinked at the small, slightly scared-looking lynx on his doorstep.
"Well," he said to it, "I'm not quite sure what I was expecting but I wasn't expecting this." Then, remembering where he was, he asked, "Do you talk?"
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Post by Basil on Jan 31, 2012 1:32:24 GMT 7
"Little."
The voice that said it was rough, sounding almost as though the owner hadn't used it in a long time. The kitten stared at the person standing the doorway. The light may be dimming outside, but her night vision was superior to that of her normal vision. The only drawback was that she can’t really see colors in the dark. She took in his overall appearance, noting that his ears weren’t quite human. But the muse’s hair amused her. It reminds her of clouds, but since it’s on his head, it had to be hair.
“Cloud?” She asked. “Cloud hair?”
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Post by Elindë on Jan 31, 2012 1:46:18 GMT 7
Lovai touched his hair and smiled, "An apt description." He considered the lynx; the cat may sound uncultured but that was no indecator of her personality - he thought it was a female - and she seemed nice despite her speech. So he stood aside and made a sweeping motion with his arm, "Come in, please. What's your name? Is there anyone with you?"
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Post by Basil on Jan 31, 2012 1:55:01 GMT 7
The kitten bounded in joyfully. She climbed up Lovai's shoe, blinking a little as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the change in lighting. Slowly she saw dark browns and blues. These then morphed into other colors. She gave a cat-like squeal at the joy of seeing colors again. Rixy rested her paw on Lovai's ankle as she tried to peer at his face. His eyes were interesting.
"Mrrrrrowl," she growled a little as the 'r' was caught in her throat. "Rrrrrrrrowl."
"Le lixy." She said.
"Lixy," the kitten repeated as she used her other paw to touch her chest to indicate who "Lixy" was.
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Post by Elindë on Jan 31, 2012 2:00:32 GMT 7
Lovai smiled and picked the kitten up and put it on his shoulder.
"Lixy." He repeated. "What a pretty name. I'm Lovai."
He closed and locked the door and stood in front of the full length mirror in the hall to see Rixy. "Well, would you like some food or drink? I think we have some beef in the fridge, and some milk."
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Post by Basil on Feb 2, 2012 2:25:41 GMT 7
"Milk?" Rixy asked as she continued sitting on Lovai's shoe. Her ears flickered as she heard someone singing.
"Toi plus moi plus eux plus tous ceux qui le veulent…”
The voice sounded female. And it was coming from the door. The lynx kitten peered curiously round the Elf. Her ears continued flicking occasionally. She certainly didn’t recognize who is at the door.
“Allez, venez et entrez dans la danse…” The singer continued.
“Lovai?”
Rixenda waited a little longer before heading towards the door. The song made her so happy. She can’t wait to see who it was.
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Post by Elindë on Feb 2, 2012 4:33:27 GMT 7
Sighing a little, though not bad naturedly, Lovai unlocked the door and blinked at who was there. He didn't recognise the song but was thankful of the smattering of French Louis had taught him over the phone: "Bonsoir, mademoiselle. J'vous connais?"
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Post by Basil on Feb 3, 2012 22:51:46 GMT 7
“Je sais, c'est vrai, ma chanson est naïve…”
September stopped in mid-song. A beam crossed her lips. With a flourish, the singer removed her workers cap and bowed. Her dark hair framed round her face. Hopefully this would be someone who would pay for a free meal.
“Good evening to you too,” she replied cheerfully in a sing-song manner.
“We have yet to meet, but I’m famished.”
Somehow French didn’t seem that important when one’s stomach is growling. She barely had time to decide if Lovai would take the hint when she felt something small bump into her ankles. Surprised, the muse bent down and scooped up the kitten. She kissed the tiny lynx on the nose. The little thing giggled and purred.
“Nice to see you Rixy.”
Remember her manners, September shushed the kitten, turned back to her host, and offer him her hand. “Sorry, I almost forgot. I’m September. Feel free to call me Kim or Ember.”
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Post by Elindë on Feb 11, 2012 0:28:54 GMT 7
Of course it's Rixy, Lovai thought as he stepped aside and gestured for Ember to come in. "Pleasure to meet you, Ember. I'm Lovai. Sorry for asking like that but it does seem odd for someone to visit someone else who they've never met. But no matter; come through!" He waved her through the hall and snug into the kitchen/diningroom beyond, "there's not much in stock at the moment but you're welcome to what there is."
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