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Private An Angel By Any Other Name

Discussion in 'The Lake' started by GrimRPer, May 8, 2019.

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    A girl with wings non-different from that of an angel, hair that carried golden purity, eyes more blue than and brighter than the skies above, dress as white as the robes of a goddess, stood atop the mountains, looking towards the sea for a moment, before turning to the lake afoot the mountain. In her hand she grasped a leather pouch, gently. Another hand, bearing a bracelet, folded over the pouch and in a silent prayer she went, eyes closed.

    The words following the prayer, a faint mist clouding her sight from tears she refused to shed, expressed her purpose: "Mom, dad, this will be the end of our journey. While in life such thing could never happen, for she perished before conceiving me, and he has fallen into the eternal slumber, this child of their love has achieved it in their behalf. From now on, watch me from the heavens, I owe more than I could hope to convey with words, for here my growth is to continue from where it once halted. Farewell, Selena Seirín. Farewell, Steil Sirín."

    Reaching into the pouch, she pulled the final handful of ashes, the one she had intentionally saved for Manta Carlos, and cast it to the winds. "We have now ventured the entire world."

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    Today

    It had been how long? Days? Weeks? ... Months? Ília barely remembered, but anyone who would have seen her back then maybe would. This time, she stood in silent prayer in front of the lake, a prayer for gratitude to many Gods she heard of in her journey, her wings concealed as part of her human disguise. The sky was far from clear, clouds hid the sun every now and then, if not most of the time, but that never bothered her. There was nothing between her and this rite of gratitude.

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    With an annoyed sigh, Edwin walked quietly and dejectedly through the forest towards the lake. He was not quite happy with anything he saw today. Nothing had really caught his eye. In fact, everything seemed sort of lifeless and mundane if he thought about it - or at least that´s what his muse thought when he looked at the world around him.

    Sadly, not even spring had fueled his inspiration and this was bothering him. Edwin was normally inspired by things like the first blooms of a tree, the earthworm crawling to the surface at a rain, the chirps of birds migrating back to the island after a long winter.
     
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    Her prayer done, Ília extended her hands to the skies, giving a good stretch as her wings grew out of her back, each feather shedding a heavenly light. In this land, she could be herself more, the need to hide her not being human diminished. Even then, she was too passionate of her identity as one of them to cast it away, her glamour was the last gift her mother gave her before she could even be born...

    And when she turned around, her eyes met with the figure of Edwin drawing closer to the lake through the forest. "Why, mister, is it that seems trouble clouds your thoughts?", step by step she would head to a rock and seat there, one wing half closed, the other more open than the former, unintentionally posing for him like a Siren who would sing for a sailor. Although her presence... Was something unique overall.
     
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    Edwin frowned a little in quiet surprise when he heard a voice addressing him. He had quite frankly been lost in thought and not paying attention to his surroundings.

    "Nothing troubles me, madam. I'm just fine," he answered in a rather surly way as he eyed with open suspicion the angel like creature in front of him. Edwin didn't like the idea that others could read him like an open book. Too many on the island could do just that, and too many were just snoopy busybodies in his opinion.
     
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    "Ah, apologies for my intrusion. Tis' just... I have seen that look before. Pray tell, have we been previously acquainted?", Ília couldn't help but wonder, if in her decades of venturing through the world she has met Edwin, even if by a passing glance. And by turning to face the lake again, she hugged her knees and closed her wings, her mind was briefly wandering through memories of herself, people she had met, artists who wanted to paint of photograph her when the era of photography has begun, people who mistook her for a divinity of sorts, but she was just a Greek passing through, one people seen and have forgotten of..
     
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    Edwin peered at the angel with some interest when she asked him about having met previously, and then shrugged. "It is possible, we've met," he conceded just a bit, She looked familiar, however... "This island is full of beautiful creatures. It´s kinda unnatural almost," he remarked, his muse and artistic eye having a hard time lately with the concept of beauty. If everything was perfect, flawless, where was the interest, the thing that made something special?

    "Forgive me, but I'm just tired of perfection. Things, when they are flawed, are much more interesting than just beautiful perfection," he told her very truthfully.
     
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    It was a possibility she couldn't deny, someone who wandered the entire world would surely have crossed paths with at least one person in this island. "Certainly is as I heard from scouts in the last decades of our journey.", a home for so many unique creatures, was it perfect or... No, there's no way for it to be perfect. Nothing can ever be truly perfect, no matter however one tries.

    But did that bother her? "It is understandable, mister. I too care not for perfection. Having been to many places, the idea of variety makes it all more interesting. Many religions, beliefs, songs, poems, paintings, sculptures... Nothing is the same, and yet... Everything feels more lively.", it was then when Ília caught onto something.

    "Say, you are a man of art, is this assumption correct? Those words are so similar to theirs."
     
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    Edwin almost snorted out loud when asked if he was a man of art. He had been a master painter, versed in all art styles, able to copy the masters faithfully. He had been one of the best artists alive during his human youth - now he was just somebody who dabbled in art - or that was what everyone assumed. His old master's curse had made sure of that.

    "Who knows, maybe?" he shrugged again at her question, "I enjoy painting, drawing clouds and vases of flowers, and maybe the odd bowl of fruit," he stated almost sarcastically. Knowing she'd probably not get the budding artist joke, but not too worried about it.
     
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    "I couldn't get into art, our journey didn't let me. But I cannot deny having major interest into it. Every so often an artist in Athens would pawn off their pieces at Steil Seírin's Pawn Shop, they weren't very wealthy, nor skilled in anything other than painting, even then he couldn't make his name known. For him, art was his life and blood.", getting onto her feet and walking over to him, Ília saw him eye-to-eye.

    One couldn't fear her, she never meant harm. For one to fear her they would need to believe she had any potential to actually harm. "Mister, would you take me, Ília Seírin, as your apprentice in the ways of art?", her tone in a faint plea for a knowledge she could not have had back then.
     
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    Edwin watched somewhat suspiciously as the lovely angel made her way gracefully over to him. Her story was not too unfamiliar, he had known many artists with dreams of becoming famous, and in the end, having to pawn or sell their works or art to survive.

    "You want to be my apprentice?" Edwin gaped in surprise at her. "Are you serious?" he stammered. Nobody had ever asked him that. He could not even imagine having or taking on an apprentice, the idea was almost ridiculous, and yet..
     


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