First Glimpse Open. Xanth, maybe? :D
Posted 18 May 2008 - 09:58 AM
William had always had the brains of the family. He was full of knowledge and interesting comments, and although Sabs was quite an intelligent girl, she was always in the shadow of the middle brother in terms of intellect. Sure, she didn't mind, but it meant that she needed to make a phone call to him. The Casius family had always known Will would make it somewhere on his own, and indeed he was in university in England at the moment. Cambrige, they called it, supposedly very, very fussy with its applicants. Sabrina didn't see the difference in going to a normal university, as opposed to going to 'Cambridge'. But it mattered to Will, she guessed. William was quiet and studious, hard-working and intelligent, and he'd make a great scientist; he was studying Forensic Science.
Just call him Miss Marple.
Stan had always teased Will for his intelligence - was there one person Stan didn't tease? - and his fetish for watching murder mysteries on the television with Sabrina. And this was thus how he obtained the nickname 'Miss Marple'. Sabs wondered if he'd prefer being called Sherlock Holmes instead, and she could be Watson. She'd never really understood the murder mysteries, whereas about 95% of the time Will had suspected the right person to be the murderer. She didn't get how the cops, or Miss Marple, could figure out who did it. She tried. But that was a telltale that she wasn't as renowned for her brains as her brother. But back to the present.
With a phone call to her brother William, who had cheerfully answered the phone and informed her he was doing extremely well over there in England, Sabrina had learned a lot of things about Elysia. Xanth was a deity, a goddess, and she was the creator of Elysia. She had lots of different powers and she could kill in the blink of an eye - "I always was a good girl anyway," Sabrina had commented innocently - and supposedly had some henchman (if you will) called Aides. And then a quarter of an hour later, Sabrina had known the basics of the different races, the distinctive features to tell them apart. Except 'shifters, Will had said Sabs would never know they were 'shifters unless something out of the ordinary happened like random morphing limbs or something.
All in all, Sabrina was a good two steps further in her knowledge of this other dimension, a little more informed. The call had lasted for a good hour, and after that Will had had to go to class or something. Sabs had set out in a red elbow-length top and a white cotton skirt to allow the breeze around her thighs, a small red bow perched atop her jet black hair and flip-flops on her feet, the type you take to a beach in California to prevent your feet from frazzling on the tarmac of the promenade. Just call her Snow White, with her ivory skin and her ebony hair, and her cryptic disability to go out into the sun and obtain a nice brown tan. Sure, make fun of Miss Vampire.
It hadn't taken long to reach the Statue, and Sabrina secretly thanked Xanth for that; the sun seemed to be blazing down on her fair skin even though it was only Spring in the underground. Sabs wondered if vampires had skin problems because of not being able to get any Vitamin D. Or if vampires actually burned in the sun. Stan had always said that crispified, like what your take-away fried chicken does when you forget to eat it and you put it in the microwave. Crispify. Sabs wondered if going out into the sun had the same effect on vampires as the microwave did on last night's fried chicken.
Gently dangling from her hand, Sabrina held a bracelet that had been passed down for four generations in her family, which held no use but sentimentally. It was silver, with six little charms hanging from it; a delicate Nymph with a seductive smile, a vampire who bared his fangs, a beast dragon with his maw open, as if to let out a jet of flame, a small figure with bat wings and small horns, an anyelos with angelic wings, and a humanoid creature who seemed to be half wolf, half man; a shifter seemingly halfway through shifting. It was a beautiful little piece of craftsmanship, but Sabs supposed she should make an impression on her goddess. After all, she didn't want to be killed in the blink of an eye.
Sabrina looked around at her surroundings, admiring the beautifully cultivated Quadrangle with its rhythmatically swaying flowers and its trimmed green verge. She touched one of the flowers, a purple pansy, it looked like to her, awed by how pretty the whole area was. Sabs turned around and took tentative steps to the statue, keeping eye contact with the towering purple statue. It might've been just her, but it seemed as if Xanth was just about to leap up into the air from her plateau and begin throwing lightning bolts at the nymph girl. But that was just paranoia wearing in. She knelt down and placed the silver bracelet into the bowl nearest to her, head bowed. Respect had to be the key.
Posted 22 May 2008 - 06:12 PM
Because the girl then snatched Sabrina’s offering for the bowl, with an emotion that was blatant delight, and proceeded to put the bracelet on. Now Sabrina had never been used to things like this, and her face was one of surprise mixed with slight anguish. Despair at the slight anger that rushed through her, but never enough to blame the child’s own curiosity. Despair that she was non-violent, and more despair that even she was free to use violence she wouldn’t use it anyway. And yet even more despair that her good intentions had been thwarted by the intrigue of a child.
Frustration when the pretty little girl used the nymph’s name. And dismissal at the irrelevant thought, deciding she maybe had the ability to read minds.
"Aren’t you going to put that back? That’s for Xanth, you know," Sabrina asked gently, chewing her bottom lip until the beginning of her smooth pale skin was slightly raw and pink. "I’m sure she wouldn’t be very happy that someone had taken her offerings." Bite the bullet, Sabs, a mental voice suggested. No, because the expression of pure euphoria on the small girl’s face was making Sabs’ heart melt. Worry that her old habit of discussing the things on her mind with herself had arisen again. Old habits should die hard, if you asked the poor black-haired girl.
All in all, Sabrina had felt a lot of emotions in a very short space of time, and grimaced inwardly at this. Elysia was, to say in the least, an interesting place. The small fact that she was a stranger to it made everything a little better, it was like abnormality was attracted to Elysia. Sabs ought to be getting used to it, and she should be pitying the girl. Or at least, that was conscience’s opinion. "Hey, why don’t you keep that? I’m sure Xanth won’t mind, and I guess that I don’t either."
Posted 31 May 2008 - 12:05 PM
The childish judgement of right and wrong was not accurate, a child could be mistaken and have no-one to teach him or her how the world really worked. Sabrina's judgemental behaviour for this could be seen as only slightly more mature, a little bit less innocent. She thought that justice could come easily to those who needed it, and by positive thoughts and feelings, everything would be better. Genorisity was one of her more stronger attributes, and she had no idea whether it would get her anywhere... or not.
"Thank you, Sabrina." Sabrina quietly looked up and returned the child's smile, her own expression near mirroring the small girl's. The pleasure of someone else was reward enough for her, especially if they were a child. "I hope you like it. It looks so pretty on your ankle." Her pleasant smile extended into a grin, happily radiating her pleasure for the child's gratitude. Of course, she was very unsuspecting as to who this adorable little girl, with her pretty blonde hair, was.
Her last words created confusion in the Nymph, and, giving her a quizzical look, she watched the small form run away with the innocence of a child. Sabrina was utterly confused by how she ended up being the child, and shook her head as she rose to her feet. Nevermind. Brief suspicion had crossed her face, but she couldn't be bothered to put two and two together. Being a detective was Will's job. On her way out of the Quadrangle, Sabrina paused next to a tree, and placed a hand on it. Life seemed to flow within it, she could faintly feel it. A smile on her face at the beautifully cultivated garden, Sabs left. Back to civillisation.