illusorysavant (illusorysavant) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-12-26 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | aurora, illusion |
Who: Mya OTA
When: Dec. 26, day
Where: The front hall of Haven
What: Mya made a wish on her birthday (Christmas Day) that her friends Ben & Julio would come see her. Now she's waiting for the wish to come true.
Yesterday had been her birthday and while Mya had smiled and floated about quite happy with the goings on, underneath it all there was an awareness of something being off. She knew what it was, though she wasn't sure if she should say anything. Smiley faces were good faces. No need to make frowny faces of those she cared about.
Except the smiley faces she wanted to see weren't there.
Mya wanted the smiley faces of Julio and Ben. They were supposed to be there. It was her BIRTHDAY. Birthday people get what they wish for. Or at least so it was in the world of one Magdalena Yvonne Archer, a woman who at the age of 22 (or was it 23) couldn't even truly spell her own name without writing it down and whose concept of the movement of days was rather...tenuous. She knew the sun came up and went down, night came, day was over. Getting any more complicated than that was asking for a rather difficult discussion framed by lots of glassy stares and having to repeat ones' self in order to realize at the end, she still had no idea whatsoever what you were talking about. That was Mya.
Sitting on the front staircase, she kept staring at the door. The door was how people came in and out. She was waiting for Rictor and Shatterstar to come home. They really were supposed to do that. She'd wished for it. For them to come home and see her. She missed them. Birthday wishes came true. Blowing out the candles took the wishes up to the sky where they could be answered. They were supposed to. That's what all the fairy tales said.
Kitty was coming and going, sometimes popping up to sit on the carpeted stairs beside her, sometimes sitting on top of the banister. Other times he was just gone. Mya wasn't talking to him, just watching the door and waiting. They would come today. They had to come today. So she thought and so she kept right on wishing.