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Post by Hawk on Feb 12, 2009 0:39:14 GMT -6
As the pixie sank to the floor, Mia rolled her eyes once again, not comprehending the idea of sitting down to pull on a pair of shoes. Was the girl unable to balance on one foot at any given time? Having no interest in watching Lia navigate the boots she had so graciously lent her, she opted for moving down the short hallway into her apartment.
It was as she was navigating her cluttered island, in search of a hair tie, that she heard Ophelia's question. Glancing over her shoulder, she met her curious eyes with a flat expression. "You have got to be kidding me..." she mumbled. Figuring not meeting her request would only prolong the wait, she stepped back into the entrance hallway once again, using a bit of energy to sense and summon the buried black binder to her hand.
Stopping in front of Lia, she made it a point to pull up her hair first. Only afterwards did she stooped down, looking over at her counterpart. "Okay, you put your feet through the obvious hole that they would be able to fit in." Reaching over, she flicked the top opening of the boots in example.
After a few moments of watching the pixie continue to struggle, she sank down to a sitting position as well. Stiletto heels were comfortable for a very short time when Mia wasn't moving, and she didn't like being uncofortable. Leaning against the wall, she couldn't resist asking, "Are you seriously saying you've never worn a regular pair of shoes? Not even once?"
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Post by Admin on Feb 14, 2009 1:26:40 GMT -6
Lia was fully expecting some kind of sarcastic response to her question. What she wasn’t expecting was help, and so suddenly as well. After Mia’s brief explanation, Lia’s curious expression turned rather flat.
“Yes, thank you oh so very much. I had that much figured out all on my own,” She said, her tone at its most sarcastic. “What I do not know is which of these boot thingies go on which foot. There is a right and a wrong one, I believe. And in answer to your question; no, I’ve never worn a pair of shoes before. I’ve never even held shoes before. For what purpose would I, anyway?”
Lia looked up, finally actually looking at Mia and cocked her head to the side a bit staring at the woman who sat on the floor of her own apartment just a couple of feet away from her. Ophelia was not an overly observant pixie but she did notice the little black binder the woman now held and she noticed the subtle ways pulling her hair up affected her appearance.
“Your hair looks rather nice like that…” Lia said softly. Mia’s looks were striking. Lia was surprised to find herself only just now noticing. “So, which shoe for which foot and what’s that black thingy for?” Lia cracked another smile. She wasn’t even entirely sure what the black thingy was. Pixies weren’t known for their modern conveniences and whatever it was, it looked rather modern.
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Post by Hawk on Feb 14, 2009 22:48:56 GMT -6
Elegantly raising an eyebrow, Mia smirked ever-so-slightly at the sarcasm she had finally annoyed out of the pixie. Thank God, she thought ironically. The flat cheer and naivite was beginning to grate on her nerves.
"In regards to the shoes, I'd suggest you try exercising some common sense." She flattened one of her feet against the ground, aiming the sole in Lia's direction. "There, I'll even give you a hint." She didn't mention it wasn't a very good hint, seeing as the heels misshaped much of the bottom, but it wasn't as if she particularly cared. She'd already done more than her part by supplying the footwear.
The next part of the question took her a minute to process, trying to figure out what the hell 'that black thingy' could be. Or more what it couldn't be, seeing as the girl had no practical knowledge about anything, apparently. Hoping it was the most obvious, she went with, "And this is, unsurprisingly, something that holds up hair. Who would have guessed?" Figuring some elaboration wouldn't kill her, she added, "Called a binder, FYI."
Deciding she had helped more than enough, she stood back up, checking her appearance in the hallway mirror quickly. As she adjusted her shirt, she pointed out, "And, by the way, compliments from you are kind of pointless. I know I look amazing. And you haven't known me long enough to really judge what looks are better or worse for me."
With that said, she stepped over Lia, and back into the doorway. "So, ready to go?" It was barely a question, tone framing it in a definitive way.
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Post by Admin on Feb 15, 2009 0:43:08 GMT -6
“My apologies, Mia. I won’t make the error of complimenting you again. I was under the impression that it was the polite thing to do when one appreciates the appearance of another though such compliments are unheard of in Pixie culture,” Lia said as she pulled the boots on the hopefully correct feet then stood up and walked toward the door in which Mia was standing. “Nor did I mean to imply that you looked better with your hair one way or another; merely that I am of the opinion that it looks rather nice pulled up like that.”
Not many pixies went to any kind of school, learning all they needed to know from their parents growing up. But as a child, Lia discovered books, which she enjoyed very much, and soon after this wonderful thing called a library which she would sneak into at night quite often to read anything that seemed interesting making her possibly one of the most educated pixies alive, not that this helped her much as a pixie. Among her own kind and even among others, Ophelia rarely ever showed off her extra knowledge for various reasons but now facing this strange woman who was less than friendly yet strangely tolerant Lia decided that it might be a good idea to stop pretending she was just another nature loving pixie who knows of nothing except growing things and defending her territory against faries and the like.
Lia’s anger at Mia’s attitude passed as quickly as it came, her expression taking a slightly troubled and frustrated appearance. “And for future reference, I don’t have common sense in the form of which you speak to exercise.” Lia let her annoyance at her ignorance go as there was not much she could do about it now, she’d find some books on it later, and allowed herself to smile a bit. “Provided there is nothing else you think I require to go wherever it is we’re going, then I am most certainly prepared to depart.”
Thinking that she’d probably proved her point by now, Lia let her seriousness go hoping she wouldn’t have to draw on her extended vocabulary again and skipped past Mia out the door and down the hallway in the direction from which they came, laughing.
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Post by Hawk on Feb 15, 2009 18:04:27 GMT -6
So, the girl had some intelligence to her after all. Cute, Mia thought amusedly. Not near enough to surprise her or, god forbid, make her feel put in her place, but at least something interesting. Not unique, per se, as she already knew others whose speech became more formal with anger, but brought the other back to a tolerable level again.
Watching the girl skip down the hall with marginal interest, she said, not really caring if the pixie heard or not, "Any other things you need, I can't provide. You'll just have to pass as is."
She let Lia get ahead of her in the hallway as she followed slowly behind, fiddling with her nails for a minute. If she was looking to lead blindly again, hey, why not let her make a fool of herself again. They got as far as the doorway before she was inclined to toss out, "Are you planning on leading us blocks out of our way again?"
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Post by Admin on Mar 7, 2009 1:25:56 GMT -6
Lia laughed a bit at Mia’s mildly phrased question. “Blocks out of our way, really? We haven’t even left the building yet. Besides, think of the adventures we could have on a detour. Wouldn’t it be fun to get lost!?” Lia knew Mia would respond to the idea less than enthusiastically. She got the feeling the woman really wanted to get to one of her “real parties”. Lia was rather eager to see what Mia considered a real party anyway so she hung back and allowed the older woman to catch her up and lead the way.
“What other things do you think I need that you can’t provide,” Lia asked, honestly curious. She always enjoyed learning new things about human social interaction and since they were going to what Lia assumed was a human party, she also assumed what Mia couldn’t provide her were various human social skills. There was a lot of assuming going on.
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