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fallen_star (fallen_star) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-31 16:48:00

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andy gallagher, ayla, complete, day 21, group activity, severus snape, yvaine

Day Twenty-One ; Group Activity
Who: Yvaine, Andy Gallagher, Ayla, and Severus Snape ((Posting Order))
When: Day 21 ; Early Morning
What: Group Activity ; Picking and Stomping Grapes
Where: First to the Winery, then to the grape fields, then back to the winery
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Yvaine had been trying to ease herself into a schedule that consisted of wakefulness in the day and sleeping at night because of her fear of that horrid vampire coming to claim her in the night once he healed. She had no idea how quickly vampires healed or how slowly, so she decided it would be best not to take her chances. She had gone to bed a little before sunset, and she had awoken a few hours before that time.

Afraid to leave her room, she simply waited until she thought the sun would rise, peeping out her door every so often to verify that the darkness had or had not lifted. The stars twinkled down from her ceiling almost mockingly. Yvaine knew it was all in her imagination, but she also knew that fear was driving her to purposefulness. What good was a star if not for twinkling in the evening? Her only comfort in this was that a star should be twinkling in the sky. While one was upon the earth, they were to survive as best they could.

A scuffling outside her door sent her heart to beat rapidly beneath her breast. Of course, she knew no one could come into her room unless she wanted them there, but the idea that Lestat might be scratching at her door, waiting for her to come out so he could exact his revenge remained unnerving.

When at last the sounds seemed to grow fainter, she calmed herself, and slowly cracked open the door. Clear blue eyes scanned over one side of the hall, then the other. She thought she saw the back of a golem moving down the stairs. A soft grey glow had begun to light the hallway. Daylight was coming soon. Her gaze was drawn toward a white envelope that had been stuck to her door. Written in an interesting hand was her name “Yvaine” on the front. Curiosity won over her, and peeled it from her door, taking it inside to read.

Instructions:
Go to the winery. You will be picking and stomping grapes. This is mandatory. If you do not go, a golem will find you and take you there. Do not leave until the activities are finished, or a golem will take you back.

It also told her the time she would need to be there, and it informed her that she would be among others. That time was quite soon. Yvaine was excited. She had seen this sort of thing before, and she had thought it looked like a lot of fun. A dress like hers wasn’t so great for stomping grapes, though, so she closed her eyes and asked aloud, “Um… I need clothing that would be acceptable for a day like this?” She waited a moment before opening her eyes, and there on the floor, folded neatly, were a pair of pants and a shirt. The pants only came to just below her knees where they tightened with the help of strings sewn into them. They were the colour of dry earth. The shirt was a dark blue-grey like a stormy sky, short sleeved and almost conforming to her figure. They were the sort of clothing items one wouldn’t mind soiling in grape juices.

She peaked out her door again. The sun was rising at a quick rate. She waited only a little longer in her room before the time arrived for her to go, and the sun was bright enough that she wasn’t afraid of vampires coming to hurt her.

Yvaine left her starry night sky room, soon leaving the building and heading toward the winery. When she entered the building, she saw a few steps leading up to a platform where what looked like large vats sat. At ground level sat four baskets with a large notice beside them where it could not be missed. “You will take these to the hills to pick the grapes for half an hour.” They were good sized baskets, and she chose one for herself, but the evening star thought she should wait for the company of others before setting out to collect the grapes.

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fallen_star
2008-11-06 08:20 pm UTC (link)

Yvaine straightened with her basket when she heard a tentative voice. She turned toward him, and smiled when she saw that he was not a pallid fiend with pointed teeth. “Hello.” The evening star said pleasantly, her glow not quite so obvious from the sun pouring in from the windows. “I’m assuming so. This is the winery. I am Yvaine.” She extended her hand toward him. She had seen a great many customs, but she recognized his language as English, and this was their custom as she remembered. That and curtseying, but she did not have a dress with which to properly curtsey, for she was wearing trousers like a man’s might be, though they fit her feminine figure well.

When another woman approached, the star woman beamed in both smile and shine. “Hello, Ayla. It is wonderful to see you again.” Yvaine had not seen the cave woman since she had come to her room after Tonks had completely healed her broken leg with magick. It was always a pleasure to see this woman, for she had been infinitely kind and patient, and she had even trusted the star woman enough to divulge some of what her life had been like before arriving here.

Yvaine had not thought to look for knives with which to cut the vines. They looked so heavy with fruit that they might simply fall into her basket. That was silly, of course, but it didn’t seem entirely implausible. “Thank you. I had not yet seen these.” The evening star said kindly to Ayla, for it was only the truth, and she took the knife from the younger woman.

Before she could voice concurrence with Ayla’s statement, the star woman’s eyes grew wide when she saw the crumpled heap the golems had drug forth to their party. This must be the final addition, or the golems would have brought more than just this slightly greasy looking man who looked to be in ill temper. Yvaine could not blame him, for she would not wish to be so rudely hauled here. She did not appreciate anyone forcing her to do anything that was not her own wish. Of course, the Planet’s wish was for them to gather together to pick grapes and squish them beneath their feet, but it had become desirable to the star woman. She enjoyed the company of others, and she loved to hear what they had to say and to view how they interacted with one another and their environments. So long as none were pasty blood-drinkers, she was content. Vampires no longer held a desirable interest in her mind.

The star woman’s glow faltered only slightly as she watched the man grab a knife, and it occurred to her it almost punctuated his words. “Well, it was no plot of ours, so whatever it is you wish to concoct would be best set again this rock upon which we stand rather than against any living upon it. A day of labour might do you well, anyway. It might do all of us well. We had best get to work. There are many grapes and limited basket space.” With that, she lifted the last basket and thrust it into the somber man’s arms before taking the lead and heading toward the vines, abundant with grapes.

As she had seen many a time in her life, she took the blade to a vine, and smiled as it easily sliced cleanly through the plant. She allowed the grapes to take their place in her basket. She was unused to the feeling of the sun shining down his warmth on her, for she was usually a nocturnal creature. It was not an altogether unpleasant feeling, but it was still morning. There was much of the day left to go, and the sun had only begun to heat the day.

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