Post by Alysia Weaver on Sept 28, 2015 23:38:33 GMT -5
Alysia smiled to herself, slowly pulling the full bobbin from her Saxony style, single treadle spinning wheel. She gently set the full bobbin upon a shelf beside several others and smiled at the collection of thread she had crafted. She was certain she had enough now to make a new dress for Mama Stilia with a little left over for a pair of pants for Papa Richard. Now all she had to do was go gather a few things from the forest to by dyes out of to color her thread to complete the dress. She wanted to make Mama's dress green, silver and blue. Silver was the hard part, and she wondered if there was even a way to make it out of natural things she could gather from the forests. She had a feeling it was not likely, which left her with just blue and green. Those however where really easy and common, and Atalina's garden would probably have some if not all of what she needed.
Long spider legs pushed upwards, and Alysia's abdomen lifted off the ground. Turning around, she carefully moved out of her rooming making sure not to knock her spinning wheel over or anything off the walls. Moving down the corridor she hummed softly, she went to find Sissy to ask if she might have the plants she would need, and to find Mama Stilia. She wanted to let her know that she could not come in her room the next few days while she made her new project. After all, it was going to be a surprise for Mama. That was the whole point of surprise birthday parties was it not? To surprise the individual with presents and a large party!
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Oct 8, 2015 14:52:03 GMT -5
Stilia was feeling very strange, sitting inside that house. Her house, or, at least, partially hers. Should she call it a home? Did she dare call it a home? The last home Stilia had had was living with her people, in a network of caves lit by fires. They had still had homes, but it was caverns. Her favourite cavern was were they stored all the books they had acquired. Some of the more powerful gorgons would change shape and go out into the world to collect things for their community. Although Stilia could now change shape, at the time she couldn’t, and it was due to her curiosity that she was taken from her home.
She’d never returned, and had never had a home since. This was due to never having a place of her own. Now that she did, she was stuck in this dilemma.
Although she had not yet made her decision, she did like this house. They had a library, so Stilia could finally keep books. Although she usually carried a book around, she would donate it to the local library, as she couldn’t carry all that weight with her. Now, they had a collection. Stilia even had a favourite chair, placed in their little library. It wasn’t much of a chair, but rather a large basket with cushions and blankets in it. She’d snuggle up in that basket, as it could fit her large snake tail.
She was sitting in the said basket, reading a book about Russian serfdom, when Alysia entered. The spider girl was barely younger than Stilia, but she seemed much younger. Stilia had begun to see herself as a guardian since they had taken the Nysan natives back to their world. Stilia would gently set down her book and greet the Weaver.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Oct 8, 2015 19:53:58 GMT -5
Her six long legs carried her swiftly but fairly quietly, as the six points of contact dispersed her weight evenly across the floor. She figured where Mama Stilia would be easily, the gorgoness who had saved herself and her chlorai sibling from Nysa enjoyed reading and would almost always be found in the library where she would be reading some book or another. She paused at the wooden door, admiring her sister's ability to create such an amazing thing from living wood. It was really a work of art, and from somebody so young it was truly awe inspiring and she hoped that one day she could do something like that. Her weaving was nothing compared to this magnificent masterpiece of wooden life.
She gently rapped her thin knuckles upon the door, then opened it softly and peered around the door and smiled seeing Mama Stilia setting her book down. Alysia's small fangs gave her an almost silly, comical smile upon her face but she did not mind it. They where not so large that they interfered with her speech such as some other creature's did. Entering the room, she smiled. "Hey Mama Stilia, how are you today? I was wondering if you had seen Atalina yet? I also wanted to let you know I was going to make some dyes today, if Ati will let me harvest some plants from her garden and that you can not come in my room. There is a surprise in there and I do not want you to see it until it is finish."
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Oct 9, 2015 13:36:35 GMT -5
The young Weaver knocked lightly before entering. Stilia briefly wondered if knocking was also a Nysan tradition, or if Alysia had picked it up by watching Richard and herself. She spoke, a slight accent to her voice. She had picked up English quite well, but realizing she had the capacity to understand all languages had certainly helped Stilia teach her.
“I am well, thank you. How are you Alysia?” She asked, smiling lightly at the giant spider in her library. Somehow, it was more cute than scary. Stilia felt nice at being called ‘Mama’, but also quite strange. It was like the word ‘home’.
“No, I haven’t seen her. But I will make sure to keep out of your room.” The Gorgon crossed her heart as if to emphasize her point. Although she was naturally a curious being, this was a child’s secret, and sacred. Stilia would not even feel the urge to betray her word.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Oct 9, 2015 14:18:03 GMT -5
Alysia smiled warmly, nodding. She enjoyed reading as much as Mama Stilia, getting to know her new home better. Earth was very strange to her still, and she was fairly new here. Apparently she was picking up some of the languages pretty well, but nothing perfectly. She was also trying to learn about the geography, so she would know about the places she was might go as well just things in general. She was also attempting to learn about plants and animals, things she should avoid and things she would be alright with approaching. Back in Nysa, she knew all these things but here, on Earth as Mama Stilia called it, she was completely lost really as to what was safe and what was not. She also really enjoyed reading about everything to do with sewing. Needle point, crotchet, different styles of sewing itself as well as reading about different designs of clothing. Her most current topic of fascination in clothing styles was old Victorian style dresses.
"I am doing good, Mama," she said, accidentally using good instead of well. "I am trying to learn as much as I can about Earth, while working on new designs of clothing which is what the secret is in my room." She blushed, still pretty shy about her natural talent of making clothing. She enjoyed it very much, and was glad that Mama Stilia was helping her learn so quickly about all this stuff. Another reason she wanted to surprise her with the best gift she could give her.
"Thank you, it should not be to long I promise. Also did not want you surprise if I accidentally stink the kitchen up again. I know that really bothered your senses last time and I just wanted to warn you before you thought something was dying in there again." She giggled at that, thinking of the last time she had made dyes and messed up.
Post by Atalina Chlorai on Nov 11, 2015 15:04:39 GMT -5
The young Chlorai contently waited in the branches of the young Oak tree outside her bedroom window, the remnants of the morning showers glistening on the leaves.
Atalina continued to read her copy of Percy Jackson; throughly enjoying the modern times mixed with her favorite myths. Every few pages she'd look up to see if Papa was walking down the road towards there humble home. It'd been two weeks since he'd set out on his adventure, so Atalina was hoping he'd be back soon. The process of reading and looking continued for another twenty minutes until a few drops of water fell onto her glasses, forcing her to stop and clean them.
Mama's birthday was coming soon if Ata remembered right, granted she'd only been alive for one, the date was hard to forget. She was sure her crazy sister had something planned for a surprise; the thought of the horrid stench from her making dyes still made Atalina want to puke.
Putting her glasses back on Atalina looked back to the road, trying to be patient waiting for her Papa.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Nov 18, 2015 16:39:31 GMT -5
Alysia skittered along the hallway, moving around the corridors with ease. They where still moving, still rearranging things and the hallways where pack with stuff sometimes. However that did not bother the Weaver girl as she simply scaled along the walls then, or up on to the ceiling. She giggled and poked her head out the front door, hanging upside down with her long hair cascading around her head. She spotted Ata finally, and crawled out of the doorway closing it with her rear leg.
She crawled up and over to Atalina, her sister in everything except truth, and settled her body beside the female and smiled. She waited a few moments, enjoying the beautiful view about them before she finally broke the still morning air with her vocals.
"Good morning sister dear, I hope this magnificent morning finds you well. Although the sun hurts my eyes so, it is truly a blessing to behold with you."
Alysia covered her eyes, squinting against the brightening sun. She had forgot her sunglasses, for a Weaver's eyes where not accustomed genetically to the sunlight and anything to bright blinded them. Even with the dappled shades, this was bordering on to bright for herself and she would need to retreat inside to acquire her visionary protectors.
"As you know dearest sister, Mother Stilia's birthday is coming soon. I was wondering if you could provide me with some plants to create colors from to dye her present I am making her."
Post by Atalina Chlorai on Nov 23, 2015 20:14:34 GMT -5
The click of the door shutting alerted Atalina that someone had come outside, and judging by the light footfalls on the tree trunk it was her loving sister Alysia. *Well the silence was bond to be broken at some point* she thought, yet still not moving her gaze from her cycle of dirt road and book.
With a small thud Alysia sat next to her and to Ata's surprise she said nothing. They both remained quite Alysia looking at who knows what and her at the dirt road waiting for PaPa.*5 , 4 , 3, 2, 1......* Atalina thought and as if on que l.
"Good morning sister dear, I hope this magnificent morning finds you well. Although the sun hurts my eyes so, it is truly a blessing to behold with you." Her sister said cheerily; however Ata continued reading her book savoring the last couple sentences of the page.
"As you know dearest sister, Mother Stilia's birthday is coming soon. I was wondering if you could provide me with some plants to create colors from to dye her present I am making her." Alysia asked. Atalina let out a small groan and closed her book " The last time you attempted to make dye: you turned our home into a giant stink bomb. Atalina gagged at the thought of the putrid smell.
Finally turning to he sister Ata could see that her words had hurt her. She didn't know why she'd been so annoyed with Alysia, but she felt bad about it now and to think she was the younger of the two of them. "Come one let's get your glasses be for you burn your eye balls out" Ata said taking Lysia's hand. "I'll give you what you need as long as you make your dye out back; I like the way my sheets and blankets smell right now" she smiled at her sister
Post by Alysia Weaver on Nov 25, 2015 2:27:26 GMT -5
Alysia waited patiently for her sister, knowing Ata was not ignoring her in favor of her book. They where just like that, patient and knowing when it was time and when it was not time to do such things. So she waited for her to finish her book, but when her sister groaned and replied, Alysia frowned deeply and looked at her sister. She was slightly hurt a little by her words, after all all she was trying to do was the family out. She could sew, but with out dyes her cloths where rather dull. They all turned out silvery and lacked any interesting colors unless they where colored. So Ata's words slightly hurt Alysia and she had to fight back the tears in her eyes.
However she was the good sister, and took her beloved Atalina's hand when offered and went back inside. It was true, her eyes where really starting to hurt, and she was developing a small headache from the pain. She would follow Ata back inside in to the blessed darker interior and smiled. They would grab her glasses, then go to Ata's wonderful garden to pick some things to make dyes out of. "Do not worry, sister dear. I learned from my last experience, I will not scorch the ingredients and try to mix them together. That is why it got so bad. I have learned a lot about how to dye the cloths now, and I should be able to do it alright."
Post by Atalina Chlorai on Jan 10, 2016 23:19:19 GMT -5
After a brief trip through the house to retrieve Alysia's glasses Ata found herself in her favorite part of their new home: her green house. It was quite large compared to the gardens that adorned the backyards of neighboring houses, and contained many species of plants from various locations around the world. Ata's natural affinity with plants made it easy to cultivate any crop that they needed. Being roughly twenty feet wide and forty feet long it almost larger than some of the smaller homes in the area;a small potion of the back sheltered in the shade of the jungle. The frame and foundation made of Koa wood; then adorned with tempered glass to let in the beautiful sunlight. PaPa had spent countless hours working on it for her whenever he was at home for an extended amount of time.
Ata picked up a small basket off her work bench as they stepped through the door. If Lysia was going to make dyes she need a plethora of various berries to mix and match colors; Ata began her dance from aisle to aisle searching for anything her sister would need. The sinking feeling in her stomach told her that she may regret giving these to Lysia, but she had already agreed to help. " Hmmmmm lets see, black berries for violet, raspberries for reds and pinks, blue berries for blue, banana root for yellow, and carrots for orange..." she said inspecting everything withing the basket. With a little mixing and matching Lysia should be able to make any color that suited her.
"Here sister; this should be everything that you need. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going back to wait for PaPa in the front yard." she said handing her sister the basket "And please don't burn any of it this time"
Post by Alysia Weaver on Feb 18, 2016 21:13:51 GMT -5
Alysia followed her sister out to the garden, and watched her sister pick plants, fruits, and herbs. She loved watching her sister in the her garden. Ata seemed so at home here, and she seemed so peaceful and happy. Alysia wondered why she stayed here, and did not try to treturn home to Nysa where she would have a been more at ease and even more importantly, with her people. Alysia was use to being alone, not only from her start but she knew that her people usually tended to be alone as well for the majority of their lives. However her sister should have other people, friends and people like herself that she could get to know and spend time with. Alysia had contemplated this several times, but then Ata always seemed to happy as well. She didn't want to loose her sister, but she didn't want to see her sister unhappy either.
Moving up beside her sister, Alysia stood there watching her work amongst the plants. "Ata, have you ever missed Nysa? Do you not wish to be with some of your own people?" She asked, wanting to know how her sister felt about these things. Alysia was her 'sister's' protector after all. What sort of protector would she be if she did not watch out for her little sister's well being as well as her physical being.