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PostPosted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 3:52 pm    Post subject: Spring Cleaning Reply with quote

Amthy leaned out the window of her room at House Helston and admired the soon-to-be-waking apple tree outside of it. Spring was nearly upon her. It beat giddy within her heart and burst from her in gay anticipation. Small showers of golden motes sizzled on the air. Points of light that winked in and out of existence. The world would be new again and with it so would she.

Where “her” room—actually her sister Cayt's—was a landscape of crystal and lilac romance, the room at the House was complimentary in its contrast. Cold, sharp stones were replaced with swathes of velvet; the tufted dense pile delicious decadence upon the skin. This she took from Kitty for the Nymph dearly loved to roll around in the other Helston's room. The color, however, reflected her style and was a lively patterned pink, purple, and white. The pigments were echoed around the room and in the wall coverings.

Affectionately, Amthy drew her hand across an apple branch. Memories of Miles climbing in the window warmed her as she went back inside. It was only when she was inside that she truly felt the chill. She trembled and wrapped her arms around her. Soon, it would be warm, she reminded herself.

Amthy snagged a leftover piece of chocolate from her beside table and nibbled on the corner. Her closet was open and she was undertaking the arduous task of sorting her dresses for the season. She hadn't gotten very far. Though, she had managed to beat her record for the cup and ball game and that was something to be proud of.

Reflecting on her accomplishment the Nymph primped and preened. She fluffed her imaginary feathers and then went to molest some real ones, digging her fingers into a box that held a portion of her collection. Plucking a primary from its fellows—it was yellow edged in orange—Amthy tickled her cheek as she ate her chocolate.

She was just coming to peace with the idea that she would never actually clean her closet when an idea struck her. Brightening she straightened and wagged the feather excitedly about. “'ve got it!” She chirped. Who said she needed to sort it all? She'd just donate every third dress to the shelter. That would make room for her spring attire. Laughing happily, she pat her own back (awkwardly) with a chocolate-smeared grubby hand. Her task would be over lickity split!
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`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

-Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Lewis Carroll
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 3:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Amthy had made a grave error. Her floor was a sea of fabric with her bed sailing high above it. She sat cross legged on the edge and tried to make some sense of the polychromatic explosion of flounce and frill. When the first round of selection had produced too many garments she actually liked, she'd changed her mind and sorted them all by color. Surely some colors were more in season that others? It was sensible and she was proud (again) of her cleverness.

She found out a few things. One, she dearly loved pink, purple, blue, yellow, orange, and green. They complimented her coloring. She did not so much favor red, brown, black, and white. Rubbing her lip she decided what few garments she had in those colors were automatically culled. That left much more that weren't.

Determined, she consulted a torn out magazine page that she had liberated at the newsstand. The colors for the season were a lovely poppy red (out), nectarine (in!), lemony yellow (in!), spring yellow-green (maybe out?), linen (out), violet (in!), dull jade (maybe in?), dusky blue (maybe out?), a dark-ish blue (in?), vibrant orange (in!), and emerald (in!). Bright tsavorite-hued eyes looked from the page to the mounds of fabric on the floor. All she had to do was compare the dresses to the little color bubbles. Any garment that was more than one or two shade or tints from the sample would go. That should clear plenty of space for her spring attire. Amthy was revitalized. Once she was done (because she would succeed!) she'd go and find Kitty and kiss on her face to congratulate herself for her accomplishments.
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`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

-Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Lewis Carroll
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It was a tragedy. Pink was not among the colors of the upcoming season. Pink! How could it have been overlooked? It was darling and sweet. Sometimes sassy. It was a perfect color that went smashingly with green. Amthy frowned deeply as she looked at the sorted piles of dresses. All the others she had managed to squish into sacks, but the gigantic pile of pink; she couldn't bear to part with.

Why no pink?

She couldn't wrap her airy head around the idea. Her thoughts whirled around and around and came back to the same baffling conclusion. Someone—or many someones—had been woefully misled about what colors provoked the feeling of spring. What she needed to do was write a letter. Who would write it? Ardane was far away and only other body she'd spied—granted she wasn't searching very hard—was the Lecher (otherwise known as Trae's boyfriend) who was out working the grounds.

What was she going to do?

She hufflepuffed in annoyance, strands of gradient green fluttering away from her brow. Pulling open drawers Amthy went through her desk and found some pink construction paper and her crayons as well as several other crafty things. She went down into the House common area and with her brightest pink she drew a large heart in the center. The Fae gave it a critical eye and added several smaller ones around the sides. She found her glue, she tried to always have some handy, and her glitter.

It was art and it was pink. Most importantly, it would tell the realm (and the silly neglectful somebodies) how important pink was to spring.
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`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

-Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Lewis Carroll
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