Nothing Inpaticular

[Byron]

Sylvester Sebastian had nothing paticular to do that day. Then again, he has nothing paticular to do anyday. It was lunch time, maybe a little later in the afternoon, and the blue wrapped figure had just eaten fresh fruit from, plus cheese and bread from a traveller that had unfortunatly happened to pass by at lunch time. His backpack now contained five bright red apples, a small amount of cheese and half a loaf of bread wrapped in cloth. Not a bad catch.

So now, with one leg hung over the branch swinging gently, back pressed up against the trunk and a few leaves ruffling in the small breeze there, was nothing possible to ruin the day he was having.
The sun was shining with few clouds in the sky, the air was warm with a small breeze that made it perfect for wandering about and being outside. Fields spread wide in almost every direction, the forest not to far away to his right. The tops of the trees and bushes were a fair distance, yet if need be, Sylvester could easily run there lickedy split. He was still on the edge of the forest. There were still a few trees in the distance, yet they were growing sparse, and things were dry even from here.

Birds twittered as they floated along, swooping away, then into a tree, singing gently before falling quiet. The road wasn't far off from where Sylvester was sitting up in his tree, and he was in plain sight... expecially being bound head to toe in dark blue-black clothing.
The tree wasn't really a tall one, just a few branches here and there, yet with a large strong one a few metres off the ground. There was a little bush and small tiny trees in a small cluster around him.

Sylvester stretched, not really caring. The day was to ... happy... to care about other people coming along or what to do next. He sat up, sitting on his heels and crawling forward like a cat across the branch before laying down, and arm drooping from the branch to swing back and forth with the breeze. He hummed a few notes to himself, head resting on the wood and watching the forest floor.

"There once was a fly on the wall,
I wonder why it didn't fall...
Because it's feet stuck?
Or was it just luck?
Or does gravity miss things so small?"

He wondered in rhyme outloud; staring at the ground in silence for a little while longer. Sylvester chuckled and half smiled to himself, thinking of another.

"There was a young man
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe!
He awoke in the night
In a terrible fright-
and found it was perfectly true!"

He laughed and rolled over carefully, laying on his back and folding his hands in behind his head for a pillow. He bent his left knee, keeping it on the branch, while taking his right ankle and placing it on his left knee. How comfortable. He closed his eyes and soaked in the warmth. 'Ahhh this feels good. This is the life.'

[Kiaraá]

<sub>mayflies live for a single day. that's it - one day. from an early age, kiaraa had adored them, watching their iridescent bodies from those secret places that only a child can find. her dreams were laced with neon green wings and the whisperings of her name in a language she couldn't understand. even then, in the naivety that she considered a luxury, she knew that her life and their's were parallel things - they would never touch, never graze. she would remain alive, untouched by time and it's feverish ticking - they would not. green was the color of jealously, but her jealously was a light blue. a lonely blue, a blue looking for company. the jealously of a child that sees a small toy in the shop window, but never has the money or patience to buy it. like the taunting whispers of stream-lined bodies slicing through damp air, she could not ignore the flutterings within herself - as much as she struggled not to think of him, she didn't struggle to forget.

kiaraa's bare feet made faint impressions in the half-baked soil, her chestnut hair bobbing just above the cane-like stalks of barley. the chorus of cicadas had paused as she had passed; now they rekindled their orchestra, bleating into the pleasant warmth that stifled the air. the sky was not cloudless, though it was an effortless blue, and just above the endless hills hovered a fat, pale-white moon. it grinned like a well-fed cat, sitting just out of reach for the shadows to play on its curved crescent. she tilted her head as she watched it, her hands sliding lazily over her swollen torso - one hand above her tummy, the other below in an affectionate cradle. her small -but not selfish- mouth had settled into a half-frown, the slightest piece of tooth, just the sharp, poking out from under a puffy lip. the last few months had slithered past easily, like satin against her bare skin. he was proof that oil and water could mix - grey blue eyes littered her thoughts, and her dreams were lonely without them. her hands fell to the sides of her deep-green dress, the half moon crescents from her fingernails slowly turning peach against her washed-out olive skin.

a finch had landed on the branch nearest her - bobbing up and down, its peaked features studying her with cautious curiosity. she flashed it a playful smile, offering a slim hand out as she breezed past. "You've been following me, have you? Hello there" the finch gave it her the equivalent of a bird-sneer, tottering down the branch with a wounded pride that would do a king justice. she tossed her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips. it's company - however pedicured - was a welcome relief to the tedious hills of agricultured fields. as she approached a small scattering of trees, her eyes grew wide. from all around, they rolled in, like the crashing of grey-green waves. in the vague distance, she could see the narrow, winding-path she had followed, and the forest of half-grown trees claustrophobically close. with a soft sigh, she pressed her back against the nearest tree, closing her eyes and waiting for the momentary nausea to pass.

OOC - sorry it's so rambly, ick! i'll do better next time, promise! : )
WORD COUNT - 537
MOOD - cheerful c:</sub>

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[Byron]

Sylvester Sebastian yawned lazily, when a small voice drifted to his sharp ears. A brow raised ever so slowly, hidden by the blue folds of the bandages over his face.
Following? Who had been following who?
Never moving his legs from their comfortable position, he opened his eyes and tilted his head forward, moving his arms to place his hands ontop of his head and lacing his fingers together.

Someone was getting closer, all the while he could not very clearly see who it was. This made him curious. Keeping absolutely still in his tree, he never moved an inch as the woman closened. He was taught to keep still, he could breath while still looking dead at the same time. He could flop and be loose and 'wriggly' as he so puts it while being fully capable of thinking three steps ahead of the situation. He was a thief, and a wicked good one at that.

Remaining in perfect balance, he watched the figure approach, absent mindedly not notice him, and lean against the tree for a breather. He would have been spotted in an instant if this person was hunting him, so obviously who ever she was, she meant no harm. At least.. right now...

He listened to the birds for a few moments, before slipping his straightened knee over the edge of the branch and letting it swing gently. The branch dipped slightly, making the leaves flutter with a rustle. Hopefully this wouldn't startle the person too badly... at least he prayed it didn't.

"A silly thought just came by me!" He exclaimed, hands snapping off his head and gripping the branch as he leaned closer to this new being for a closer look.

"As I sit here in this tree,
I had never expected to see,
Such a pretty lady,
Come to rest by the tree,
Where I sit so perfectly,
Up here in the leaves..."

((OOC: Yuck. Mine's bad. XD Word count=no clue. Mood: Happy! ))