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 Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 8:35 am
-It had all seemed like a whirlwind, how quickly Novemeber and half of December had passed. Strange holidays of stuffing yourself at a table full of strangers that the teen had never experienced before. Unexplained stretches of no school and everyone bustling around at high gear. Friends busy with holiday obligations and plans and hard to get in contact with. The mystical wonderfulness of white snow falling from the sky.
When Christmas break had arrived, giving the green haired teen a few moments of peace and thought, Aitana had realized exactly how much time had passed since she had found Small Lady. And how long ago she'd made that promise in Chronos' room to reunite them all. Had she taken a moment to think about it she might have felt bad about such a failure, but instead she'd jumped into action dialing a hoard of numbers, digging through a handful of schedules to try and find a day and time in which everyone could come over.
She had been tightlipped on the reason for the meeting, which probably made it all the more odd to her fellow Quartet members, as Aitana had yet to prove herself to be a social butterfly. Perhaps they thought she'd called them in about the whole wrestling thing, it wasn't much of a secret around school that she had been one of the masked challengers in the final round. Maybe they simply thought it was to be an exchange of Christmas gifts?
Each girl was met at the door of Aitana's foster home with the familiar Christmas greeting "Feliz Natal!" and shuffled through hallways of shimmering decoration to a room in the back. One they would find that she clearly hadn't bothered worrying about cleaning, clothing and sports equipment strewn here and there. The bed, unmade, provided a soft seat for anyone who would have wanted, along with a swiveling computer chair. She didn't leave them much time to dally however, clearing her throat ceremoniously once they'd all found themselves behind closed doors.-
"I have a present for everyone. The best present in fact!" -The throat clearing had been the end of the theatrics and ceremony, for as soon as she'd made her statement, she slipped through the door, half pulling half pushing the last of the guests through the door and to the center of the room. Her grin was wide and pleased as the circled the young lady with cotton candy buns and pigtails, stopping after a full revolution to make giddy introductions, fingers pointing to each person as she spoke their names.- "Small Lady, this is Ceres, Vesta, and Pallas."
-Little else needed to be said, atleast by her.-
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 6:37 pm
Carolina was conflicted. Though she’d integrated well into American society, reigning over the Gardening Club and crawling the mall like a professional, she hadn’t yet accomplished the goal that had brought her to Destiny City in the first place. Sure, she’d located the other Quartet members. That had been easy. The girls were so much like they had been in their other lives, but also so, so different. So was she, she supposed. She was a normal teenaged girl, easily distracted by things like boys and, almost more importantly, Christmas.
The snow was unbelievable. It was so amazingly beautiful. There was nothing Carolina enjoyed more than a fresh blanket of snow. It was so pure and fresh. But also sort of lonely. There was no greenery, no beautiful flowers. There was just the quiet emptiness of snow. The purity of the snow often brought to mind Small Lady and, though it was sad to think that her efforts had been futile thus far, Carolina was able to draw renewed strength from the sparkling frost.
The arrival of Christmas proved to be an effective distraction for Carolina. Of course she had to find the perfect Christmas dress for the occasion, as well as the shoes, earrings, necklace, bracelets, purse, and hairstyle to go with it. She was a little surprised that Aitana, of all people, would be the one to initiate the Christmas gathering of the Quartet, but Carolina wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to dress to impress.
She arrived at Aitana’s foster home, stamped the snow from her shoes, and adjusted the sparkling barrette in her hair before knocking at the door. The house was beautifully decorated. Carolina grasped Aitana’s hand when she answered the door and warmly returned the season’s greeting. She followed the green-haired girl through the house and sniffed a little at the sports equipment cluttering the otherwise charming home. She’d heard, of course, about the wrestling incident. What an embarrassment.
Given the option between the dishevelled bed and the computer chair, Carolina chose the chair. She settled herself in and crossed her leg delicately over her knee, waiting patiently for the others to arrive. Soon enough they were all settled in and Carolina grew impatient to hear the news that Aitana felt she had to share. The theatrics were almost too much until Aitana cleared her throat and pushed her into the room.
The words "Small Lady, this is Ceres, Vesta, and Pallas,” echoed in Carolina’s ears.
There was a sudden swirl of pink pigtails and skirts. Carolina’s heart skipped a beat.
Small Lady. She’d found Small Lady. She’d been preparing for this moment for so long.
And she didn’t know what to say.
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