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Post by wanderingmagus on May 16, 2014 18:13:57 GMT
Alfonso tilted his head, then grinned lopsidedly as he shrank down to the size of a pixie, flowers sprouting beneath his feet and bearing him like miniature steeds over to the changeling. "Art thou well?"
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Post by Teal Turken on May 16, 2014 18:28:38 GMT
He blinks his eyes after catching his breath and looks at Alfonso. He looks surprised and checks his surroundings to be sure of himself.
You're small too? he sits up. And the flowers are growing out of this seat...?
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 23, 2014 16:00:28 GMT
Alfonso chuckled. "'Tis an advantage of having green thumbs, it is. And thou dost forget, of blood half-fay am I. My height I may change, and appearance too, for glamour need not be merely magic skin-deep. And what of yourself, milad?"
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Post by Teal Turken on May 24, 2014 6:33:20 GMT
Hum...well..I'm just naturally like this. he says with a shy turn of his head. I don't actually know what I am.
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 28, 2014 1:58:01 GMT
The Wanderer smiled, with eyes that saw eternity and comprehended it. "You are yourself, my friend. A unique mind, a unique soul and spirit, with your own memories, and your own personality. What does it matter 'what' you are? The important question is 'who' you are, and that is an answer we are all in the process of discovering daily."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 28, 2014 4:53:43 GMT
The small pink eyed one looks up to the Wanderer to listen to what he has to say.
He looks touched at his words and smiles.
I guess maybe knowing what I am wouldn't change anything. I'd still be me.
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 28, 2014 4:59:02 GMT
Alfonso grinned. "And in the end, are we not all the same in many ways? We live, we think, we dream, have hopes and fears, joys and sorrows. We may wish that fate had dealt us a different hand, we may, but that is not for us to decide, I do not think. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 28, 2014 5:19:20 GMT
He puts on a laughable face towards Alfonso. I think I overheard somepony say that, they said it was cheesy.
He giggles like a child.
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 28, 2014 14:33:27 GMT
The fay boy grinned. "Aye, perhaps it be. But oft do time-worn sayings carry meaning still in changed world. 'Tis a saying among the Fair Folk, that the old wives' tales be tolk not for folly, but for remembering that which old wives were made to remember in importance, that their husbands might not forget."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 28, 2014 15:01:01 GMT
..it stays...um...important..by staying cheesy? he tilts his head. I guess it at least...sticks in everyone's minds. It is a pretty mind rattling statement. I've spent entire days eating and sleeping. Is that a waste of time?
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 28, 2014 18:56:43 GMT
The Wanderer smiled reassuringly. "If there is one thing I have learned, my friend, it is to never scorn or take for granted a life of peace and comfort. Many have toiled and given their lives so that you might experience that peace. I think they would have wished for you to enjoy that peace, in their stead."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 28, 2014 19:30:25 GMT
Thinking those statements over, he smiles with his conclusion.
Yeah, you're right. Those kinds of days are the best. I only hope that "they" had their share of relaxing days too.
Standing up, the small changeling starts to pace around on his seat. He looks a little antsy from the lack of physical activity.
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 28, 2014 19:47:46 GMT
The green-thumbed lad giggled, then jumped lightly onto the table some ways above. "Dost thou retain the ability to fly with those wings in this form, friend?"
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Post by Teal Turken on May 28, 2014 19:50:50 GMT
Of course I do. he nods. With a small hop he flies up to the table and lands beside the fay boy. Just don't ask me to carry you. he chuckles.
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Post by wanderingmagus on May 28, 2014 20:03:49 GMT
A sparkle of mischief appeared in the lad's eyes, and he snapped a finger. A small meadow suddenly appeared in what to the two of them was a wide circle, and Alfonso lept onto a flower petal, wiggling his fingers to create a miniature obstacle course of grass and flowers.
"A friendly challenge, then? A race! I cannot fly, but I can run and leap quite far, and many a human has blinked and seen me not, save that what they held was there, and then was not! Shall we?"
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