Cordelia's notes

FOR SCIENCE!

[cordeliasnotes]

Her arms rose out of the way when the books plopped onto her lap. When she read the spines, her eyes widened. The books.

"You know there’s still one flower left, so I’ve heard." Pausing, she flipped through the books quickly. "Fire tribe. At the base of the volcano." 

Looking up from the books, her eyes watching the conjuring clouds, “I wonder why the one flower decided to bear the storm. It’s also a bit peculiar that the only area affected was of the location of those flowers..” 

Turning to look at him, “But enough of that. I’ve heard that there is a fire and grass tribe pair going to get the flower. What’re we going to do about that?”

Flipping her head back to the book, a large diagram took up the whole page of the flower, having every part labeled. Eyes scanning, flipping through pages feverishly. 

Whispering to herself, “We have to stop it. It’s…augh!” slamming the book shut, she put her hand on her forehead. other hand balled into a fist.

[juliusseatsar-blog]

Julius smiled widely, listening to her tale. His eyes widened as she mentioned the storm. Had she pieced the story together? Did she know he WAS the storm? She didn’t know. “Ssssshe. Hassss. It. I. Ssssaw. It. At. The. Festival.” He paused, forcing his eyes to meet hers, waiting for her to look up as if he could command her with his mind. In fact, he could have, but didn’t. 

"A. Bellosssssssom. In. Her. Hair." Grass tribe, surely she would have it re-planted again. His head filled with an image of the red flower growing wildly through the forests of the island and he growled.

"We? Dear. Cordelia. We. Have. To. Do. Nothing. I. Sssshall. Do. What. I Do. And. I. Expect. You. Will. Do. The. Ssssame."

Julius turned, irritated by the day and ready to return home.

[cordeliasnotes]

Vexed by the notion of the flower's existence still, getting up from her chair she took swift heavy steps back from her entrance to the beach, pushing through vines and other greenery in a not caring manner. "I guess there's not much I can do about that stupid plant. What ever. I'm going to go take a nap or something," she stated as she opened the door to her library. She skipped several steps on her way up, and flopped onto her bed belly side up.

Sighing, her bangs lifted and fell back onto her fore head. Watching the glass of water as the sweat beads fell down the side of the glass, "This is nice, a nap sounds really nice." she stated dreamily, her eye lids coming to a close.

[cordeliasnotes]

Huffing, her bangs swirled in a gentle motion. “What could I possibly have that you want is the real question.” Bringing her hand to her chin slowly, her right leg that was crossed on top of her left bobbed up in down in a even rhythm.

"Well, enough of that. What exactly is it that you’d like to exchange? You were awfully vague in the letter you sent me." Pushing the bridge of her glasses closer to her face, in a not so particular expression, feeling the warmth of the setting sun on her face.

[juliusseatsar-blog]

His pace quickened, throbbing through a thin vein in his neck. He swatted it as if bitten, and raised his eyes to the topmost point of her hat.

"Relax. Dear. Cordelia." He smiled, feeling the ugliness of it spread across his face. He dropped it quickly. "Thissss. Isss. A. Return."

He held both hands behind his back and conjured the items from his home. A dull blue fog swirled between his hands as they materialized.

He brought them around in front of him. “I. Believe. Thessse. Belong. In. Your. Library.”

Three books sat in his right hand, stacked with the largest on the bottom, but not neatly, each book was turned a different angle than the one below it.

Julius whispered a single word, unintelligible to most, causing the books to turn in his palm until the spines would all be visible to Cordelia. The smallest was unmarked, but bound in a dark and possibly decaying plant material. The second carried a single rune branded on the spine and then covered in red wax in an almost pristine condition. The third read, Island Fauna: Magical & Medicinal Usage, a red flower petal stuck out of the top, near the back of the book. In fact, all three books seemed to have pages marked with similar flower petals.

"Or. Perhapssssss." He drug the word out, playing up his lisp for effect. "I. Ssshould. Lock. Them. Away. For. Ten. More. Yearssssss?"

[cordeliasnotes]

Her arms rose out of the way when the books plopped onto her lap. When she read the spines, her eyes widened. The books.

"You know there's still one flower left, so I've heard." Pausing, she flipped through the books quickly. "Fire tribe. At the base of the volcano." 

Looking up from the books, her eyes watching the conjuring clouds, "I wonder why the one flower decided to bear the storm. It's also a bit peculiar that the only area affected was of the location of those flowers.." 

Turning to look at him, "But enough of that. I've heard that there is a fire and grass tribe pair going to get the flower. What're we going to do about that?"

Flipping her head back to the book, a large diagram took up the whole page of the flower, having every part labeled. Eyes scanning, flipping through pages feverishly. 

Whispering to herself, "We have to stop it. It's...augh!" slamming the book shut, she put her hand on her forehead. other hand balled into a fist.

[cordeliasnotes]

11 long years and the voice wasn’t too familiar, but enough for her eyes to crack wide open. The voice had always put her off, never quite settling well with her. Eyes prodding them selves to the far right corners, her peripherals displayed a strange looking chair sitting an odd looking man. She couldn’t decipher well. “So..You said you have something for me?” Her head turned around slightly to see him better. 

[juliusseatsar-blog]

Julius stood and walked to her side, letting her see him. “Right. To. Bussssinesssss?”

He kept his eyes on the sunset. “You’ve. Grown.” He paused, “Ssssso. Like. Her.”

He cleared his throat and moved on. “I. Don’t. Do. Giftssss.” Surely his reputation would have reached her, an exchange would be required, but what might he want from her that hadn’t already been taken from them both.

[cordeliasnotes]

Huffing, her bangs swirled in a gentle motion. "What could I possibly have that you want is the real question." Bringing her hand to her chin slowly, her right leg that was crossed on top of her left bobbed up in down in a even rhythm.

"Well, enough of that. What exactly is it that you'd like to exchange? You were awfully vague in the letter you sent me." Pushing the bridge of her glasses closer to her face, in a not so particular expression, feeling the warmth of the setting sun on her face.

[cordeliasnotes]

The sun was a deep blood orange. It was propped against the sea like it was a bath. Sighing, she looked back at her clock. “It’s almost 7, time to go take a walk I suppose." Grabbing her hat swiftly, she flipped the open sign to closed and shut the door behind her. Looking at the sky, she pushed her arm in front of the apparent light beaming towards her, whislt squinting her eyes. Breathing in, she stepped off of her front step and began to walk at a sober pace. Eyes beaming through the other side of her reading glasses she kept on, “Good, I have my notebook and pen. That’s all I need." She spoke, breathing lightly. Pausing as she left the path way to her house onto the main road, her hand was brought to her chin, forming a check mark. “Hmmm..No need for the forest pathway this time. I shall go the main route I trust." 

Her pace was of up most leisure. “Interesting, I wonder if he is giving me what I think he is giving me?" Flipping open the notebook, a bright orange drawing of a flower appeared. “The fire tribe flower..but why, him of all people, would want to give me this? And what for, he knows I never cared for him.." Stopping, the large hollow of shrubbery appeared. Pushing back stray branches, she crept through as best as she could to not ruin her appearance. Sunlight breached through the tunnel of growth. Coming out of the burrow, a fresh pocket of air wept gently against her skin in the now faint glow of the sun. Brushing her hair back, her eyes scanned the empty beach for a stray chair, when one appeared in it’s lonesome. Walking as steadily as she could in the soft sand, Cordelia sat down and breathed a heavy sigh. “It sure is beautiful this evening." Eyes carelessly bobbing with the ebb and flow of the waves, her eye lids began to feel heavy, a little too heavy. Her head began to bob forward, and she woke with a jolt. “I shall go to sleep soon I assume, after this meeting," Yawning, with one arm fully extended and the other bend inward.

[juliusseatsar-blog]

Julius entered the bay at one of the pair or panhandles that created the crescent shape of Na-au. He spoke aloud, summoning a blue fog that enveloped his tentacles and replaced them with a pair of thin, stringy muscled legs. He took a stroll along the beach, bathing in the setting sun. As the water dried on his skin he approached a beach chair with a body sitting in it.

He let his eyes rake over her, slower than he would have liked, memories flooding his brain. He hadn’t prepared himself for the resemblance. Eleven years had shaped Cordelia into a fine young woman.

He watched her breathe and dug his nails into his palms to avoid the water that threatened to come from within him.  He exhaled slowly, and conjured a chair for himself behind the girl and took a seat.

Watching the sunset silhouette her, he saw her jolt awake. She talked to herself too then, he smiled before masking his face with a scowl. As her arms formed an ‘h’ over her head he summoned his own voice.

"Sssoon. After. I. Sssssupposssse." His lisp was stronger than normal, he couldn’t hold it in check around this girl.

[cordeliasnotes]

11 long years and the voice wasn't too familiar, but enough for her eyes to crack wide open. The voice had always put her off, never quite settling well with her. Eyes prodding them selves to the far right corners, her peripherals displayed a strange looking chair sitting an odd looking man. She couldn't decipher well. "So..You said you have something for me?" Her head turned around slightly to see him better. 

[cordeliasnotes]

Cordelia hummed a euphoric tone, from some sort of composition she had read in her sheet music archives. Her eyes were glazed over, reflecting the vivid sunlight. The yellow was that of the flowers she planted outside, swaying in the breeze. Her fingers gently glided across the flowers’ petals, caressing them in a haze.

A note appeared in front of her, grasping her attention by the throat, firmly.  Eyes bulging from her head, they scanned the piece of paper thoroughly, and her arm gradually out stretched to meet the piece of paper. Still feeling warm, she let go of the paper and let it flutter to the floor completely. Looking at it from the corner of her eye, “I wonder.." Grasping the paper firmly now, eyes dancing across the few lines that the note bore.

"Meet? What.." Her gaze struck straight forward. “I know this man.." Cordelia said aloud in a almost whisper. A single tear escaped her glossy eyes, falling onto the note willingly.

Whipping the second tear, “No, not today. I will not feel such things at this moment." Her nose grew a slight shade of pink.

Standing up, she strode up to a definite place in her library. Pulling the book out, she wiped the cover kindly, and flipped it open to page 152. On the page, a piece of paper was beginning to burn, and showed another diagram of it appearing. She read the instructions carefully, and began to recreate the same spell.

On the paper, she wrote,

“ Dear Julius,

I suppose we shall meet at the Na-au Bay. It’s the only real place I can suspect would be relatively..quiet. I would have normally suggested the market in the center of the island, but that’s too busy. Too..crowded. I hope this suits you well. Does 7 pm sound like a decent time to meet?

      Cordelia"

Shifting out of her chair, the paper was in air, and she pushed both hands towards it, and blew out a slight breath of air towards it, and it went out of sight. Brushing her hands together, she sat back down at the table. Out of her throat the notes of the song fell out, “I’m sure this meet up will be..interesting." A smile crept from her blissfully. Looking out of the window, watching the sun set, the dark orange sun blazed against the soft orange sky. Birds silhouetted the sky line. A few stray clouds decorated the sky. A breeze picked up, and the nearby trees danced. “What a sunset today.." Cordelia breathed nostalgically.

[juliusseatsar-blog]

Julius was still pacing his cavern when the note appeared, the residual heat of the spell around the paper carving a shelf in the ice of the wall.

He scanned it quickly. Cordelia was still cautious in her dealings with him, he smiled, the inhabitants of Palekaiko Moku would do well to mimic her intelligence in dealing with him.

He had just returned to the north of the island from the bay so he knew he could make the trip easily, but he had no idea what the time currently was. He used his tentacles to propel himself out of his cavern and after navigating the maze of passageways out of the Ice Caverns he located the sun. He could make the Na-au by 7 easily. He raced back to his home and inked a one word message in large letters over the message Cordelia had sent.

"DONE."

He cast the spell to send the message back in his mind once again, watching it disappear.

"I. Sshall. Return. Sssssooon. Darwin." He rubbed the top of the short penguins head and submerged himself under water to begin the deep water trip to the bay.

[cordeliasnotes]

The sun was a deep blood orange. It was propped against the sea like it was a bath. Sighing, she looked back at her clock. "It's almost 7, time to go take a walk I suppose." Grabbing her hat swiftly, she flipped the open sign to closed and shut the door behind her. Looking at the sky, she pushed her arm in front of the apparent light beaming towards her, whislt squinting her eyes. Breathing in, she stepped off of her front step and began to walk at a sober pace. Eyes beaming through the other side of her reading glasses she kept on, "Good, I have my notebook and pen. That's all I need." She spoke, breathing lightly. Pausing as she left the path way to her house onto the main road, her hand was brought to her chin, forming a check mark. "Hmmm..No need for the forest pathway this time. I shall go the main route I trust." 

Her pace was of up most leisure. "Interesting, I wonder if he is giving me what I think he is giving me?" Flipping open the notebook, a bright orange drawing of a flower appeared. "The fire tribe flower..but why, him of all people, would want to give me this? And what for, he knows I never cared for him.." Stopping, the large hollow of shrubbery appeared. Pushing back stray branches, she crept through as best as she could to not ruin her appearance. Sunlight breached through the tunnel of growth. Coming out of the burrow, a fresh pocket of air wept gently against her skin in the now faint glow of the sun. Brushing her hair back, her eyes scanned the empty beach for a stray chair, when one appeared in it's lonesome. Walking as steadily as she could in the soft sand, Cordelia sat down and breathed a heavy sigh. "It sure is beautiful this evening." Eyes carelessly bobbing with the ebb and flow of the waves, her eye lids began to feel heavy, a little too heavy. Her head began to bob forward, and she woke with a jolt. "I shall go to sleep soon I assume, after this meeting," Yawning, with one arm fully extended and the other bend inward.

[juliusseatsar-blog]

Julius returned to his cavern in the ice after the events of the Lökahi Festival. He pictured the girl he had seen on the beach again. Her dress, her hair, those flowers, THAT FLOWER!

"That flower!" He bellowed into the depths of his own, listening to the sound echo and distort as it bounced off of the ice. He heard the response quickly, a cadence of quacks, also echoing, if softer, off of the rounded ice walls.

"Yess, Daddiesss. Home!" The flesh on his face contorted, covering his left eye and pulling the side of his mouth into a twisted grin. “Buti’mnonetoohappy!" He ran the words together quickly as he spat them across the room. Four of the penguins cowered, retreating to a corner, leaving one standing before Julius. 

"If. I. Noticed. The. Flower. Sshurely. SShh-FUCK! Cordelia. Sheee. Sssaw. Too."

He ripped a piece of burnt parchment from his stash and scrawled a quick note.

Dearest Cordelia,

I have something you want… Where to meet?

Julius

He watched the paper as the ink dried. “Like. Boiling. Water. Thisssssssssssss."

He whispered, crafting the spell with his mind more than his tongue lest his lisp destroy the magic. He watched the paper curl as a fog enveloped it and it was gone. Off to the desk of the librarian.

He paced for a few minutes, one of the penguins dodging his tentacles as he walked back and forth. “Darwin! Just! UGH!" Julius sat down in frustration.

[cordeliasnotes]

Cordelia hummed a euphoric tone, from some sort of composition she had read in her sheet music archives. Her eyes were glazed over, reflecting the vivid sunlight. The yellow was that of the flowers she planted outside, swaying in the breeze. Her fingers gently glided across the flowers' petals, caressing them in a haze.

A note appeared in front of her, grasping her attention by the throat, firmly.  Eyes bulging from her head, they scanned the piece of paper thoroughly, and her arm gradually out stretched to meet the piece of paper. Still feeling warm, she let go of the paper and let it flutter to the floor completely. Looking at it from the corner of her eye, "I wonder.." Grasping the paper firmly now, eyes dancing across the few lines that the note bore.

"Meet? What.." Her gaze struck straight forward. "I know this man.." Cordelia said aloud in a almost whisper. A single tear escaped her glossy eyes, falling onto the note willingly.

Whipping the second tear, "No, not today. I will not feel such things at this moment." Her nose grew a slight shade of pink.

Standing up, she strode up to a definite place in her library. Pulling the book out, she wiped the cover kindly, and flipped it open to page 152. On the page, a piece of paper was beginning to burn, and showed another diagram of it appearing. She read the instructions carefully, and began to recreate the same spell.

On the paper, she wrote,

" Dear Julius,

I suppose we shall meet at the Na-au Bay. It's the only real place I can suspect would be relatively..quiet. I would have normally suggested the market in the center of the island, but that's too busy. Too..crowded. I hope this suits you well. Does 7 pm sound like a decent time to meet?

      Cordelia"

Shifting out of her chair, the paper was in air, and she pushed both hands towards it, and blew out a slight breath of air towards it, and it went out of sight. Brushing her hands together, she sat back down at the table. Out of her throat the notes of the song fell out, "I'm sure this meet up will be..interesting." A smile crept from her blissfully. Looking out of the window, watching the sun set, the dark orange sun blazed against the soft orange sky. Birds silhouetted the sky line. A few stray clouds decorated the sky. A breeze picked up, and the nearby trees danced. "What a sunset today.." Cordelia breathed nostalgically.

[kolausbeach]

Searching for answers

ooc;; for Cordelia and Kolau only

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As Kolau walked away from the Electric chief, he was thoroughly confused. Why, out of all the generations of performances, did his symbol have to turn up a solid color? Glancing around, he saw other confused chiefs, and knew he wasn’t alone. “Why all of a sudden?" he thought to himself as he turned the rod this way and that, looking at the symbol in all different directions. He held it above his head, truly trying to find every angle to observe the symbol.

As he held the rod above his head, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cordelia. He snapped his head towards her. What luck! She was present! He jogged over. “Hey!" He called out, as he approached. He grinned at his good luck.

"Sorry to bother you," he said, scratching behind his head. “But, Uila advised me to seek you out." He held the glass rod up. “I believe," he told her. “That I may have something of interest." 

[cordeliasnotes]

Looking left and right, Cordelia gazed at the crowd of people behind her. “No sign, guess it’s safe to stay." Brushing her skirt, her hands passed by her notebook and pen. Pulling them out, she pulled over a stump that was fashioned into a chair and sat. “So, would you like to tell me more about the rod you have?" With legs crossed her eyes peered out from her light purple bangs in a messy fashion, with a glimmer of curiosity, her pen eager to glide across the page.

[kolausbeach]

Kolau brought a similar stump close to him, and sat apart from the librarian. He fidgeted a bit, his fingers tracing the spiral outline once more and his eyes not meeting her gaze for a moment. He took a deep breath, and then met her gaze. 

"Well," Kolau began, pausing a bit to gather his thoughts. “First off, it’s a colored symbol," he started. “And apparently that’s never happened before." His brow furrowed as he turned the rod around, his eyes tracing along the length of the spiral. “It’s a dark blue in color, sort of similar to the color of a blue hibiscus!" He held it out for her to see for herself. “The design itself is a spiral, with its center offset, and arrows along the border of the spiral," he told her. “And, as for choosing it, well… it seemed to call me. I didn’t have much input." He laughed a bit. “Crazy, right? I have no explanation for the color or design, but, perhaps you do?" he looked up from the rod hopefully.

[cordeliasnotes]

As she listened to the chief, her stare bored into the rod as she jotted down the design and noted the color. Cordelia gripped her fist that held her pen. "I can't seem to recall a blue hibiscus, or any significant reason it could be blue at the moment. I can say that from reading past books about this specific ceremony, that the particular pattern I have seen somewhat before, it's a mix of three. I think it means a unexpected, winding, road ahead of you. With easy paths and difficult ones. The color may or may not have meaning, but if you tell me about how you felt when choosing, I may be able to piece together something!" Smiling, her foot began to tap the sand over and over again.

[kolausbeach]

Searching for answers

ooc;; for Cordelia and Kolau only

-

As Kolau walked away from the Electric chief, he was thoroughly confused. Why, out of all the generations of performances, did his symbol have to turn up a solid color? Glancing around, he saw other confused chiefs, and knew he wasn’t alone. “Why all of a sudden?" he thought to himself as he turned the rod this way and that, looking at the symbol in all different directions. He held it above his head, truly trying to find every angle to observe the symbol.

As he held the rod above his head, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cordelia. He snapped his head towards her. What luck! She was present! He jogged over. “Hey!" He called out, as he approached. He grinned at his good luck.

"Sorry to bother you," he said, scratching behind his head. “But, Uila advised me to seek you out." He held the glass rod up. “I believe," he told her. “That I may have something of interest." 

[cordeliasnotes]

Looking left and right, Cordelia gazed at the crowd of people behind her. "No sign, guess it's safe to stay." Brushing her skirt, her hands passed by her notebook and pen. Pulling them out, she pulled over a stump that was fashioned into a chair and sat. "So, would you like to tell me more about the rod you have?" With legs crossed her eyes peered out from her light purple bangs in a messy fashion, with a glimmer of curiosity, her pen eager to glide across the page.

[o-o-uila]

Electric Tribe Chief Performance

[kolausbeach]

Kolau was completely taken aback. He took a step away from the chief from the sudden wave of disbelief and surprise that Uila suddenly felt. He dumbly looked at the symbol, not knowing what to say. 

"Did… did I do something wrong?" he asked, never seeing the chief so upset, at such a vibrant festival no less! He caught what the chief said, and asked gently, “Do you wonder, what?" He quickly shot up his arms in a passive display. “It could’ve been me, perhaps I didn’t choose in the right manner," he offered as an explanation. Inside, he felt turmoil over the discovery. If there was a fluke with his symbol, did all that he believe only turn out to be a lie? He held the glass tube away from him; he had no explanation for it. “I… just chose what felt right," he muttered to himself.

[o-o-uila]

Uila shook his head almost violently and took a deep breath. “Never child!" He tried to smile reassuringly.

"The symbol is correct, there is no right way to choose, the rods in fact choose the chief. I am sorry for my reaction. But with your’s being the first symbol to have color I have to wonder if the other symbols from my dance with the spirits have color as well, and what that portends for me…"

He sighed, “Perhaps since I don’t get a rod this is as much a message for me as it is for the other chiefs, if indeed the rest are colored." He straightened his shoulders. “You should seek out Cordelia. As the librarian for the Ghost Tribe, she might have more insight into the meaning of the color or even the symbol itself."

He paused as if listening to another voice, “In fact, I’d like to speak to her as well. But I will have to wait… Perhaps she is here in the bay. Speed of the spirits Kolau, and gods bless."

[cordeliasnotes]

Cordelia caught a glimpse through the crowd of the last part of the performance. It was a spectacular performance, and what peculiar rods that were around the stage. Pushing her way swiftly out of the crowd, she neared towards Kolau. Uila was just departing when she arrived in front of him.

[cordeliasnotes]

  "No, I have not…" Cordelia sat and contemplated for a moment, “Should I leave? Man, I can’t stay here any longer, if I can’t publicly watch the performances today, I might as well head home and wait for Gaia to return, so that I could ask her if I can not stay and watch. I don’t know why she’s so worred. It’s the festival, nothing ever happens." Standing up and brushing the sand off, she spoke, “I guess I can head over to watch." Cordelia thought, “Well, if I see her here, then I can just tell her that she doesn’t need to worry, and that I saw the guards and they were doing just fine."

"Can you show me to where they are held?" She chimed in a slightly brighter tone, smiling.

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"They’re held over there" She pointed towards the left “At the center of the beach."

[cordeliasnotes]

Cordelia stood, pondering for a minute, and then deciding to leave. "Thank you!" She slightly smiled towards her direction and briskly walked away.

[cordeliasnotes]

  Picking up her tea, taking a sip before speaking, she replied, “Well, I normally wouldn’t like to partake in this sort of thing, but I was hoping to over the course of this week fill up more information in some of the archives I have on the tribes people and other odd things."

Placing the tea beside her, she continued to eat the rest of the kebab that she had gotten earlier. “Maybe I should head off? I’m not entirely sure.."These were her thoughts while eating. She had really hoped to get home, but maybe staying awhile longer wouldn’t hurt.

[caxkkk-deactivated20131113]

"Well, if you are not busy with something I feel it should not be a problem to stay, and why waste an opportunity to acquire more information?"

For a brief moment her eyes glared in a different direction

"I don’t suppose you have ever seen the presentations from each tribe. That could possibly be something of use to you and your archives."

[cordeliasnotes]

"No, I have not..." Cordelia sat and contemplated for a moment, "Should I leave? Man, I can't stay here any longer, if I can't publicly watch the performances today, I might as well head home and wait for Gaia to return, so that I could ask her if I can not stay and watch. I don't know why she's so worred. It's the festival, nothing ever happens." Standing up and brushing the sand off, she spoke, "I guess I can head over to watch." Cordelia thought, "Well, if I see her here, then I can just tell her that she doesn't need to worry, and that I saw the guards and they were doing just fine."

"Can you show me to where they are held?" She chimed in a slightly brighter tone, smiling.

[cordeliasnotes]

This left Cordelia to ponder. Perfect. She sat there rummaging through her thoughts. If there were more…how long ago was that storm? If it was long, then it makes sense if the spell was created recently. Maybe that’s why I don’t remember what it does, or no one has found out. This is very interesting..

She scribbled down all of the thoughts she could gather. Closing the book closed, she decided to go get some more herbal tea to soothe her. Walking out from behind the rock, Cordelia looked around and searched the faces for Gaia. She mustn’t be near here. Perfect! She snuck towards the table and poured the tea as fast as she could, grabbed another kebab and raced towards the rock she came from and sat down.

Drinking the purple tea, Cordelia thought to herself, " I am itching to go back home and look at my books and reassure myself of all of this information. I might as well, I honestly I can come back again if Gaia isn’t back at her house." Stuffing the rest of the kebab down her throat, she washed it down with the delicious cold tea and placed the glass behind the rock. Pushing open the hole she made in the forest, she dove through and began to sprint home, ready to look through her books. But first, she had to check and see if Gaia was home. 

Running past her house, Cordelia could slowly hear her guard’ voices talking of gibberish. Ignoring, she popped out of the shrubbery and pressed her skirt neatly, fixing her hair and pulling various plants off of her.

"Is Gaia home? I was just checking to see." She tried her best not to sound conspicuous but she was doubting herself.

Pausing, thinking about the question, “Uhm, no she’s not. Still at the festival I assume Cordelia."

Great. It must be one of her personal guards. “Well alright. Thanks." She bowed, and pushed through the forest once more to get back to her house.

Popping out of the forest, Cordelia ran into her home and lit some lanterns. She wanted to at least looked like she was home the whole time if Gaia returned for some reason.

"Alrighty, let’s see, Archive, archives, archives….Aha!" Cordelia pulled out a fire tribe book. “Ok, I need a ghost tribe archive bo- There it is!" Slipping it gently out of it’s place, she put it on top of the previous book.

"History of the fire tribe…history…" To her discontent, she had to pull the moving ladder to find this one. Stepping up about halfway, she pushed herself to the end of the house and blew on the book, pulling it as fast as she could from it’s place, and slamming it on top of the stack of books she had. “Let’s see…Spell book…Fire spell book, there it is!" She exclaimed a loud. Pushing herself from the end to the beginning of the bookcase, she hopped off and began to walk up her spiraling stair case.

While doing so, she begun to open up the fire type spell book. Flipping through the pages, she sat at her desk and began to flip through the pages in a rush.

There! The bright red and black flower appeared. She quickly began to read, only to her disappointment, there was no known effect for the flower. Sighing, she slapped the book shut in dismay, and picked up the fire tribe book. She then opened up her notebook, and flipped to the page about Percival. He sure was an interesting character. Cordelia shoved the book in a drawer and closed it. Onto steve.

Opening the ghost tribe archives, she flipped to finally see two rotoms side by side. One was steve, the other his father. The next two pages were of a mismagius and a misdreavus, just as he had drawn. Still unsure of why he drew those, she placed the note book and archive on her desk and stood up. About to leave, Cordelia almost forget her notebook. She grabbed it, and shoved it into her pocket on the way down. Realizing she forgot to check the telescope, she ran up again and checked. Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary. She then raced down stairs once more, and turned off all but one lantern, leaving it slightly dimmed as if she was about to sleep. This’ll fool Gaia for sure.

Dusting off her hat, she raced outside into the woods again, and arrived at the very same rock. Seeing as she left her tea cup there, she sat and drank her tea. Still refreshing..

Her eyes drifted in and out. Maybe she should go back home..but there were so many interesting people to meet! Stories to learn. Despite how..bothersome they may be. They still have stories. Sighing, she set the cup beside of her and gazed at the moon.

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As Ixqa was sitting down and sipping on a mixed berry drink from the grass tribe she heard a sound coming from the bushes in the distance. She immediately moved her eyes in the direction of the sound and spotted Cordelia. Without outwardly appearing as if she had noticed something she continued to drink. As she pulled away the cup from her mouth a slightly sinister smirk could be seen on her face. Ixqa put down her cup and standed. She walked to the rock where Cordelia was sitting.

In a steady, yet somewhat devious tone she said "Well, well, well, if it isn’t Cordelia, the Librarian. My eyes must be deceiving me. Cordelia? at the festival? That’s practically unheard of. To be honest I’m quite surprised to see a bookworm out of it’s den. What of all things brings you here?"

[cordeliasnotes]

Picking up her tea, taking a sip before speaking, she replied, "Well, I normally wouldn't like to partake in this sort of thing, but I was hoping to over the course of this week fill up more information in some of the archives I have on the tribes people and other odd things."

Placing the tea beside her, she continued to eat the rest of the kebab that she had gotten earlier. "Maybe I should head off? I'm not entirely sure.."These were her thoughts while eating. She had really hoped to get home, but maybe staying awhile longer wouldn't hurt.

[cordeliasnotes]

ooc; sorry if some of my starting stuff is super long. Most of the time I'll be ending a thing and then starting it for open conversation. Well it applies to the last thing I posted heh..

[cordeliasnotes]

This left Cordelia to ponder. Perfect. She sat there rummaging through her thoughts. If there were more...how long ago was that storm? If it was long, then it makes sense if the spell was created recently. Maybe that's why I don't remember what it does, or no one has found out. This is very interesting..

She scribbled down all of the thoughts she could gather. Closing the book closed, she decided to go get some more herbal tea to soothe her. Walking out from behind the rock, Cordelia looked around and searched the faces for Gaia. She mustn't be near here. Perfect! She snuck towards the table and poured the tea as fast as she could, grabbed another kebab and raced towards the rock she came from and sat down.

Drinking the purple tea, Cordelia thought to herself, " I am itching to go back home and look at my books and reassure myself of all of this information. I might as well, I honestly I can come back again if Gaia isn't back at her house." Stuffing the rest of the kebab down her throat, she washed it down with the delicious cold tea and placed the glass behind the rock. Pushing open the hole she made in the forest, she dove through and began to sprint home, ready to look through her books. But first, she had to check and see if Gaia was home. 

Running past her house, Cordelia could slowly hear her guard' voices talking of gibberish. Ignoring, she popped out of the shrubbery and pressed her skirt neatly, fixing her hair and pulling various plants off of her.

"Is Gaia home? I was just checking to see." She tried her best not to sound conspicuous but she was doubting herself.

Pausing, thinking about the question, "Uhm, no she's not. Still at the festival I assume Cordelia."

Great. It must be one of her personal guards. "Well alright. Thanks." She bowed, and pushed through the forest once more to get back to her house.

Popping out of the forest, Cordelia ran into her home and lit some lanterns. She wanted to at least looked like she was home the whole time if Gaia returned for some reason.

"Alrighty, let's see, Archive, archives, archives....Aha!" Cordelia pulled out a fire tribe book. "Ok, I need a ghost tribe archive bo- There it is!" Slipping it gently out of it's place, she put it on top of the previous book.

"History of the fire tribe...history..." To her discontent, she had to pull the moving ladder to find this one. Stepping up about halfway, she pushed herself to the end of the house and blew on the book, pulling it as fast as she could from it's place, and slamming it on top of the stack of books she had. "Let's see...Spell book...Fire spell book, there it is!" She exclaimed a loud. Pushing herself from the end to the beginning of the bookcase, she hopped off and began to walk up her spiraling stair case.

While doing so, she begun to open up the fire type spell book. Flipping through the pages, she sat at her desk and began to flip through the pages in a rush.

There! The bright red and black flower appeared. She quickly began to read, only to her disappointment, there was no known effect for the flower. Sighing, she slapped the book shut in dismay, and picked up the fire tribe book. She then opened up her notebook, and flipped to the page about Percival. He sure was an interesting character. Cordelia shoved the book in a drawer and closed it. Onto steve.

Opening the ghost tribe archives, she flipped to finally see two rotoms side by side. One was steve, the other his father. The next two pages were of a mismagius and a misdreavus, just as he had drawn. Still unsure of why he drew those, she placed the note book and archive on her desk and stood up. About to leave, Cordelia almost forget her notebook. She grabbed it, and shoved it into her pocket on the way down. Realizing she forgot to check the telescope, she ran up again and checked. Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary. She then raced down stairs once more, and turned off all but one lantern, leaving it slightly dimmed as if she was about to sleep. This'll fool Gaia for sure.

Dusting off her hat, she raced outside into the woods again, and arrived at the very same rock. Seeing as she left her tea cup there, she sat and drank her tea. Still refreshing..

Her eyes drifted in and out. Maybe she should go back home..but there were so many interesting people to meet! Stories to learn. Despite how..bothersome they may be. They still have stories. Sighing, she set the cup beside of her and gazed at the moon.

[cordeliasnotes]

Cordelia huffed in reply. Didn’t really get a name of the flower, ah well. Narrowing it down to the last of it’s kind should help me find a book or two about it. 

In general Cordelia was honestly done with all of this talk about her. But she enjoyed the company. She decided it didn’t bother her enough and she’d just ignore it.

"Ah, I see." She quickly wrote down some sloppy words written ‘last of kind’ under it.

Snapping it shut, she placed it back in her pocket. Still feeling him holding her hand, she discontentedly said, “Is it really necessary for all of the stereo typical comments? You barely know me and we just met. It’s highly unlikely that you’d have enough information to make the assumption that I was as rare as said flower." She took the last bite of the kebab, finally feeling her food settle. 

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"It’s a very sad flower.  That’s for sure."

[Percy let go of Cordelia’s hand and stood up.  Percival sighed in disbelief and returned to meet Cordelia’s gaze.]

"Her name is Floran Flaman.  Deepest depths of the volcano.  It would be nice when there is no more flower to guard.  There are merely more important stakes at hand than a petty flower."

[Percival grabbed the remainder of Cordelia’s kebab and consumed it himself.]

These are definitely my favorite yes.

"The only reason why we keep it under protection is for the sake of our culture.  But being the literary type that you are, would you really destroy an entire culture for one lousy spell?"

[cordeliasnotes]

Let's see, let me think. What could the spell be? If this flower was that important, and the last, what could it do? Cordelia's thoughts raced, she hasn't been able to think straight since she arrived. All of her thoughts were scrambled, like she had forgotten everything.

Eternal...Eternal? Something or another. I'm not sure. 

"I'm not sure exactly on what kind of spell it produces, but it must be something if it uses that flower." She jotted down the name and then put the notebook back in her pocket.

"Well, it's obviously of no use for me to try to go after it, but I bet it's an interesting flower. The spell must do something amazing..or something terrible. I'm not sure." Tapping the pen to her lips, her mind still fuzzy.

"If this flower is guarded, it must do something that benefits the water tribe, no, it has to! It has to do something like that." She sat in the sand pondering even harder.  She felt quite embarrassed, looking so frazzled.

"I ah..I'm really sorry if I look or seem like a mess. I'm not really supposed to be here, and I definitely have a scrambled mind at the moment. It seems like I've forgotten a lot of things that I should know." With her knees bent up towards her face, she buried her face into her skirt, feeling quite clueless about everything it seemed. 

[cordeliasnotes]

Feeling irritated, Cordelia piped up, “There is no ‘particular way’, I was just wondering why I saw you so much up there." scoffing, she took another bite of food. Realizing this wasn’t the best of situations, she decided to be more intuitive of his tribe.

"So uh, you’re from the fire tribe? I almost lived there actually but my mom decided to move to the ghost tribe. Thought it would be a better fit I suppose." As she spoke, she swirled her drink.

A few seconds of drifting off into space, and an idea snapped in her brain, “Wait, don’t you have a certain type of flower that grows there? Augh! I can’t think of the name," she quickly got out a note pad and drew out a lily like flower under a few scribbles. “Does it look like this?"

I really need this flower to create an amazing spell. I have no idea what the spell of the flower could be, I really hope he knows the name or someone else does.

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[Percy took a good look at Cordelia’s drawing.  It was hurriedly drawn in orange ink,  He looked at Cordelia and smirked at her.]

"That flower is pretty much located in the deepest depths of our volcano.  But you would’ve already known if you had been in the flower tribe, my sweet."

[Percy took Cordelia by the hand and placed his other hand atop of it.]

"That flower Is the last flower of its kind.  The volcano protects it from anyone who would want to use it.  It is indeed a rare flower."

[Percy kissed Cordelia’s hand.]

"But not as rare as you."

[cordeliasnotes]

Cordelia huffed in reply. Didn't really get a name of the flower, ah well. Narrowing it down to the last of it's kind should help me find a book or two about it. 

In general Cordelia was honestly done with all of this talk about her. But she enjoyed the company. She decided it didn't bother her enough and she'd just ignore it.

"Ah, I see." She quickly wrote down some sloppy words written 'last of kind' under it.

Snapping it shut, she placed it back in her pocket. Still feeling him holding her hand, she discontentedly said, "Is it really necessary for all of the stereo typical comments? You barely know me and we just met. It's highly unlikely that you'd have enough information to make the assumption that I was as rare as said flower." She took the last bite of the kebab, finally feeling her food settle. 

[cordeliasnotes]

She wasn’t amused. Not one bit. Cordelia shifted, “You seem to think you are funny? It’s cute." She said blankly. Taping her pen on her mouth, “I seem to recall seeing you in the markets every now and again. Is there any particular reason why?"

She felt as if he wouldn’t go away, so she might as well be insightful enough to get some more information for the island records.

[volcanicinterruptions-deactivat]

"I guess to actually go and buy supplies for my tribe?"

[Percival lightly chuckled and gave a smile.]

"I didn’t know there was anything better to do at the marketplace.  How enlightening it is to now know better."

[Percy pouted, sarcastically making remarks in a childish voice.]

"How silly of me.  Teach me your ways."

[cordeliasnotes]

Feeling irritated, cordelia piped up, "There is no 'particular way', I was just wondering why I saw you so much up there." scoffing, she took another bite of food. Realizing this wasn't the best of situations, she decided to be more intuitive of his tribe.

"So uh, you're from the fire tribe? I almost lived there actually but my mom decided to move to the ghost tribe. Thought it would be a better fit I suppose." As she spoke, she swirled her drink.

A few seconds of drifting off into space, and an idea snapped in her brain, "Wait, don't you have a certain type of flower that grows there? Augh! I can't think of the name," she quickly got out a note pad and drew out a lily like flower under a few scribbles. "Does it look like this?"

I really need this flower to create an amazing spell. I have no idea what the spell of the flower could be, I really hope he knows the name or someone else does.