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In a rather lovely little town, was a rather lovely young girl. A lean figure of gleaming white and neon green stripes, a cheshire cat grin plastered on her face as she danced along the docks of the port town Emirillia. Whether or not it was, or even had been, her home, she didn't know. However, when her memory began, this was where she was and she liked it here. Nonetheless, she was currently waiting for the ship that would come and transport her to Terra, the elemental isle of earth. How nice, an elemental isle! She was known as Cheshire around this town, a nickname given to her by an odd woman she'd met on the docks quite a good many weeks ago. The woman had been almost as strange as Cheshire and was obviously just as foreign, but she merely smiled in a tranquil way and made polite conversaton with the memory-less teenager until her ship came for her. Now she was in nearly the same place, but with no odd woman to speak to her, and only sea roughened sailors to watch her dance against the cool spray of the sea. So far she had quite decided she was much more agreeable with land than sea, but to swim or ride on boats didn't make her nervous or sick so she was happy there too. It seemed an eternity to the child before the ship to Terra arrived, like a ghost from the evening mist came the lovely wooden ship, the activity on board noticable even from a distance and becoming more distinct with each passing moment until the ship was at the dock and she was caught in a flurry of movement. At the "All Aboard" command, Cheshire hurried up the plank and onto the ship, being given quite a many odd looks for she carried no luggage but the clothes on her back. Well, when her memory came into existance she hadn't had anything else either, so why accumulate more? And then the ship was off and moving, and Cheshire was alone below deck, humming and eating the strange meal the cook had left out. It was then that the chaos which usually followed at her heals found her again, though it a much subtler manner than you would imagine. It came in the form of an odd sea man; rough and tanned from years of living on a ship. He'd probably been on the sea so long that walking on land made him sea sick, a thought that Cheshire found so very amusing though it was very likely true. He was slow moving, and deliberate with his words as well as his actions. In this slow, deliberate manner he sat himself beside Shire with a dish of food for himself and began to eat, in the very same way. By now many would've gotten up and left, for Cheshire had finished her meal, but instead the strange femme sat still and continued to watch as if transfixed by the man, which she very much was. For a very long time nothing happened. Neither spoke, nor did Cheshire move. The man simply sat and ate. When finally he was done, he simply rose and rinsed his plate, however, instead of leaving he turned back to Cheshire. Without prompting, or prior conversation he now spoke. "Would you say," said the man in a low voice. "that you quite like dragons, lassy?" Cheshire watched the old sea man for a long time and then she grinned in her typical way and nodded her head. "Why," she said slowly, her smile never fading. "I would say I would." Now, to someone listening in the hall this would've been the strangest conversation one had ever heard, but to these two the conversation was as plain as day. So to Cheshire's answer the man continued in his very slow and deliberate manner. "Then, would you say, that you would like to find one of your own, child?" Cheshire gave another pause, and she pondered this in a manner that was slow and very deliberate, much the same as she knew he would if asked such a question. She could easily tell that he was not a man to make fibbs, especially one to trick young girls, and she could easily tell that he was the kind of man that always said what he meant, and always meant what he said. So when she spoke once more her grin was even wider. "Then, sir, I would say that indeed I would." The two looked at each other for a long moment and now the old sea man finally grinned back at the girl in a manner quite similar to the one with which the girl grinned, and then he said (very simply). "Then you shall." Just like that, and she was falling, falling falling... Down...Down...Down.... And it contined like this for a very long time and she knew she was not on the ship anymore but somewhere else all together. Not in the sea port, or the sea, or even anywhere on the young little planet Aesthrae. No, she was somewhere very different. And when all the falling darkness fell away, she was standing on a mountain top and staring at a very startled pair of dragons. This she did for a long time, before a small boy came up as well, and gave her a look that said, very clearly, that he did not believe she should be up there. So Cheshire gave a sheepish grin, and turned her neon eyes away from the dragons (and their eggs) to look at the boy. "I would say, boy...," She said in a smooth, happy voice. "I think I would like to bond with a dragon." The boy blinked and then nodded, beckoning her back into the mountain and so she followed. For of course you had to wait to bond with a dragon, becuase they had to come out of their eggs first. |