Ayita Bly
April 08, 2012 11:56 PM
Am I your hero? by Ayita Bly
The Labyrinth Gardens; funny, how she always ended up here. It was easy to get lost, which was probably why Ayita enjoyed it so much. She could get lost in her own thoughts and her own questions, pondering them over and over, though the answers never came. In a way, the gardens were the opposite of her former home. Where she had dwelled, royal blood praised, she was guarded and too safe. Now she could lose herself if she so chose because she had the freedom.It felt rather nice to call it her former home. The place had been so wrong, programmed and working like clockwork but with as much personality as one would expect from the cogs. At one point the previous summer, she had dared venture down. With a cloak over her head so she could be unanimous, she ducked down the entrance into their secret world and crept up where she could spy on her father.
There had been a small child with him, a boy. They had gotten what they had wanted since she left. She had been replaced as she had not returned. Without regrets, she exited. That was in the past. Her new home was much more exciting.
Her new home was Sonora, was Pecari, was the Labyrinth Gardens. In the summer times, she only waited in whatever place the wagon she had boarded left her, depending on kindness of strangers. It was a fascinating experience, and the wild she had sometimes slipped into was much like the gardens.
And so she wandered the gardens now. The brown-haired fourth year wondered if she would ever completely map them out in her mind, but she was quite doubtful. As she wandered, she happened across a stranger standing in one place. She could not read the facial expression, but she worried if the person felt distressed. “Are you lost?” she inquired, her English as crisp and purposeful as ever. “I can help you out, if you would like. It would be no trouble.”
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Waverly Canterbury
April 10, 2012 11:04 AM
You certainly could be! by Waverly Canterbury
Waverly had decided wandering in the gardens was a perfect way to relax after classes. She had walked over, wondering exactly how deep she could go into the gardens before coming out on the other side, if there was an other side. She had only been in these gardens a couple times before as a first-year. She had been so bogged down with homework and classes that she hardly found time for any exploring. It was kind of sad, and she didn't see any more time to explore this year either.So today was one of those days where she tossed everything to the wind and did what she wanted. Waverly had grown up being very relaxed about a lot of things. Her mom had been a hippie as a teenager back when she was 15 or something, and from what Waverly knew of hippies, they were relaxed. Her mom owned her own bakery, and even though it was small, it was definitely home and definitely free. Her dad, on the other hand, was an engineer. Sometimes her parents told her that it was Dad that got Mom's life on track. And he helped her open her bakery. Waverly's head whirled when she thought of her parents' love story.
She was getting deeper and deeper into the gardens and, without a map, she was starting to lose her way. Her green eyes, eyes that matched the green grass, were now lost and confused as she began to walk slower and then stopped. She looked around and scratched her head. She wondered how in the world she was going to get out of here and the second-year tried not to panic when a voice asked, "Are you lost?"
Waverly felt indignant. She didn't want to admit she was lost yet, so she said, "No, I'm not lost." Getting lost was for kids in huge malls. Twelve-year-olds didn't get lost. But it was probably going to be hard getting out of here without help. She just couldn't admit it yet. "But do you want company?" She smiled. "I'm Waverly Canterbury," she added.
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Ayita
April 18, 2012 9:59 PM
*Cue heroic music* by Ayita
Ayita sighed with relief as the girl confessed that she was not lost. That was very good. Being lost was not very much fun, so she was glad no one was in that situation. She herself had once been lost in the Gardens, and that sensation was not one she particularly enjoyed. In fact, it had happened more than once and in more than one way.Previously, she had been lost in life. The brunette was proud of where she came from, but she was much happier where she was now. Ayita liked her new world, the magic-filled one. She liked her summers spent on the streets of kind communities. She liked who she got to be, the freedom she experienced.
Girls her age were often married by this point. She was fairly sure her mother hadn’t been terribly older—if any older—than she was now. In this world, she was free from that pressure, plus the pressure she was intended to take on when her father gave her the authority. Now she wouldn’t get it, which was really kind of what she wanted. She didn’t exist to her father or the Kingdom anymore.
Now the Pecari fourth year only existed at Sonora, in the here and now. “I am definitely open to company,” she smiled. “It is nice to meet you, Waverly. I am Ayita Bly.” The gardens felt empty except for the two of them, but she didn’t mind. It felt open, but private. She liked it.
She took to walking, her feet pacing through a casual stroll. She motioned for Waverly to sander beside her. “So, what year are you in?” inquired the grey-eyed girl. She wanted to get to know the other girl, since they would now be at least wandering together.
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Waverly
April 20, 2012 5:27 PM
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Waverly was relieved when Ayita didn't ask why she wanted to join her. It was really embarrassing to admit that she was lost, especially because she was a second-year. Because of that, she smiled at her new companion. "It's nice to meet you too!" Waverly liked meeting new people, especially ones who were older than her because they were full of "wisdom" about the school and life and magic. Being a muggle-born, she didn't have to upper-hand that her classmates did, so she gained it from her older friends. Besides, they were fun to hang out with.She joined Ayita in her aimless walk and Waverly let her hand drift out to touch the green hedges as they walked. When Ayita asked her a question, Waverly turned her head, her vibrant green eyes as green as the grass they walked on. "I'm a second-year," she told her. She smiled. "My first-year was pretty great, except I found out that I'm pretty bad at Potions." She shrugged and her attention went back to her trailing hand. "I guess I can't be good at everything."
Waverly grinned suddenly and turned back to Ayita, hedge forgotten momentarily. "I'm starting a baking club though, if you're interested at all! It's going to be super cool and we're going to bake brownies and cookies and stuff like that. I mean, if you want to learn how to bake, that is." She smiled, abashed. "What year are you?"
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