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To A Silver Bow || Open
Arista rolled her eyes as she realized the âdoll faceâ was directed at her, but pasted a grin on her face before turning to the voice. âIâm practicing my lines for a play.â
âOooooh. What play?â
âA Midsummerâs Night Dream. The community theater is doing it. And Shakespeare is a bit hard to get down. Thus, the practicing.â
To A Silver Bow || Open
âYeah. Its not âtil next month. But its real nerve wrecking for some reason. I can get up and dance or play in front of a crowd. But saying my lines in front of even the rest of the cast makes nervous.â She rubbed at the back of her neck awkwardly as she shrugged.
âMaybe itâs because you have actual lines to speak,â she offered almost lamely. âIâm sure youâll get it though. Itâs just a matter of exposure, Iâm sure.â
âWho knows.â Arista sighed. âIâll just practice them and practice them. Thatâs all i can do, really.â
To A Silver Bow || Open
âFour days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, likeâŚlike. Like what? Goddammit.â
âNo clue doll face. Trying to write a poem or something?â
Arista rolled her eyes as she realized the âdoll faceâ was directed at her, but pasted a grin on her face before turning to the voice. âIâm practicing my lines for a play.â
To A Silver Bow || Open
Arista turned to Amelia in an instant, grin huge. âThatâs it! Like to a silver bow / New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night / Of our solemnities. Youâre brilliant, yâknow.â
Amelia tried not to let her face light up the way Aristaâs had. Really, she tried. âI know,â she quipped back with a shrug, âbut please, do tell me more about how brilliant I am.â
Arista laughed lightly and leaned onto the table in front of Amelia, her chin resting on her hand. âSo, so, so brilliant. More brilliant than the stars as they shine down from the heavens.â She grinned for a second before dissovling into laughs again.
To A Silver Bow || Open
Arista turned to the man beside her and laughed a bit, biting her lip to keep it silent. âThat would be Shakespeare. Not a curse. Though I wouldnât be surprised if he was a magick, honestly.â
Barrell was confused a good majority of the time and now was no exception. âShakespeare? Isnât he that old writer guy, right?â In reality, Barrell had no clue if he was right. âSo wait, the old writing guy was magick?â
âYes. The old writing guy.â She rolled her eyes a bit. Did this kid really not know? âFamous poet and play write of the late sixteenth century. And he wasnât a known magick, no. But we dont know much bout him at all, sadly.âÂ
To A Silver Bow || Open
âOh. Sorry. Iâm just trying to remember my lines. Iâm in the play, see, and I canât even remember my first bloody line right.â
âA Mid Summerâs Night Dream, right? Iâm sure youâll get them though. Thereâs still a good bit before the play, right?â
âYeah. Its not âtil next month. But its real nerve wrecking for some reason. I can get up and dance or play in front of a crowd. But saying my lines in front of even the rest of the cast makes nervous.â She rubbed at the back of her neck awkwardly as she shrugged.
To A Silver Bow || Open
The deep voice finishing the line for her brought her to a sudden stop. She turned and immeadiately recognized only the most powerful man in town. Her cheeks filled with a blush and stammered out a thank you.
Taka could only offer a grin as the girl stammered out her thanks, her cheeks a nice rosy red. She was a pretty little thing and it seemed knew exactly who he was. He did like that. âPracticing for the play?â
âOh- um, yes. Iâm Hippolyta.â She said stupidly. If he knew the line, he of course knew the character that said it. But the man just exuded power and it was a bit intimidating to say the least.
Out and About || Open
Arista froze as soon as Ameliaâs hand was on her knee, her heart gaining speed the longer it sat there. Sheâs touching me sheâs touching me sheâs touching me was repeating in her mind, each word a beat of her racing heart. Her wide eyes met Ameliaâs and she was sure she would melt on the spot. But she didnât. And Amelia removed her hand, much to Aristaâs sadness.
Arista tired to focus on Ameliaâs words, her mind wandering to the feel her hand had left on her knee and her eyes falling to the lips forming the words. Her mind was not far enough away, however, not to hear the dreaded word fall from those perfect pink lips. Mermaid. Arista froze again, her mind putting back together the words that had flown into her mind but had truly not been heard. âUnicorns- uh. Unicorns I donât really know about. If they exist, theyâre for sure rare. Mermaids though-â Her mouth dried just saying the word and she stopped to swallow- and to come up with a good lie. âThey exist for sure. But I donât know much about them aside from the whole- yâknow- fistale thing. And they live in the ocean.â She gave a slightly nervous laugh and hoped it didnât sound that way.
The idea of magic had quite the affect on Amelia, so it seemed. She was so wrapped up in her own mind that she didnât notice the uncomfortable air that suddenly surrounded her new friend.
âHoly fuck, my dad wasnât lying?â It was a rhetorical question that she muttered mostly to herself, before looking over. Amelia did notice the face Arista was making though, which was surely because she had no idea what Amelia was muttering about. She must look like a psycho.
âMy dad taught me how to sail,â she began, shrugging with a small smile. âIâve always loved the sea, he says I was born with saltwater in my veins.â Amelia laughed, nervously tugging at the hem of her sleeve. âWhen I was young I always wanted to watch the water over the side of the boat, but my dad would tell me that krakens and mermaids would drag me under if I got too close.â
She laughed some more. If mermaids were actually real, like all of these other creatures, then they couldnât be evil, right? Surely mermaids werenât the terrifying things her father had claimed would eat her, were they? âI meanâŚâ She spoke slowly now, her brow furrowed, âThey donât really eat people⌠Right?
Aristaâs mind caught the words and strung them together. Her father. Taught her to sail. Krakens. Mermaids. Drag me under. Her heart was dropping by the minute. She could never tell her the truth. Not that she ever would. But still. She barely caught the question at the end of Ameliaâs excitement. Now was the moment to choose. To lie to this girl beside her and hope she never learned the truth? Or to tell her the truth and risk the other truth and have her be afraid of her forever?
âI- well. I d-donât know much about them really.â Her hands wrung together as her mind ran through all the factst that she did know and all the things she couldnât  actually tell her. âI think thereâs some stories of people getting eaten. But I donât really know.â She laughed nervously and stirred her tea, focusing on that instead of Amelia.
To A Silver Bow || Open
âFour days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, likeâŚlike. Like what? Goddammit.â
âAnd then the moon, like to a silver bow, new bent in heaven, shall behold the night. Of our solemnities.â
The deep voice finishing the line for her brought her to a sudden stop. She turned and immeadiately recognized only the most powerful man in town. Her cheeks filled with a blush and stammered out a thank you.
To A Silver Bow || Open
âFour days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, likeâŚlike. Like what? Goddammit.â
âIâm sorry, what?â
âOh. Sorry. Iâm just trying to remember my lines. Iâm in the play, see, and I canât even remember my first bloody line right.â
To A Silver Bow || Open
âFour days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, likeâŚlike. Like what? Goddammit.â
Marie raised her eyebrows and briefly glanced up at the girl in front of her. âAnd then the moon, like to a silver bow.â she quoted, eyes returning to her nails. She frowned at the ones on her left hand and ran the nail file under the edges of them. Her mother believed that a proper young lady was well rounded and well read. Knowing the great plays was a way to achieve both of those goals. And A Midsummer Nightâs Dream had always been her favorite.Â
It took a moment to realize that she had been overheard and the girl was correcting her and finishing the line she had forgotten- her first line, of course. âI- yeah. Thanks. I totally knew that.â She didnât. At all.
To A Silver Bow || Open
âFour days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, likeâŚlike. Like what? Goddammit.â
âIs this some kind of ritual that youâre preforming on me? I know that this town is all for magicks and shit but Iâd prefer if I could not be cursed right now, thank you.â
Arista turned to the man beside her and laughed a bit, biting her lip to keep it silent. âThat would be Shakespeare. Not a curse. Though I wouldnât be surprised if he was a magick, honestly.â
To A Silver Bow || Open
âFour days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, likeâŚlike. Like what? Goddammit.â
âMmm,â Amelia mumbled around the spoonful of ice cream sheâd plopped into her mouth. âSomething about a bow, a bent silver bow I think.â
Arista turned to Amelia in an instant, grin huge. âThatâs it! Like to a silver bow / New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night / Of our solemnities. Youâre brilliant, yâknow.â
To A Silver Bow || Open
âFour days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like...like. Like what? Goddammit.â
Measuring Up || Open
Arista made her way through the door, looking around. She had definitely found the right place. She slipped the paper which had the location scribbled in pink pen into her pocket and gave the woman a smile. âYep. Iâm gonna be Hippolyta.â She then proceeded to stand there, unsure what to do next.
âOh, our Athenian queen!â Anita said brightly. Her smileâwhich had simply been polite beforeânow grew, stretched over her cheeks and showed her teeth. âYes, come right over here, and Iâll just take your measurementsâitâll be quick I promise!âÂ
She moved a mannequin, which sheâd been fiddling with a piece of fabric on, then threw her measuring tape over her neck so it draped over her, much like a feather boa.Â
Arista took a further step in with a smile and dropped her bag on a chair right beside the door. She stopped in front of the woman and gave a little smile. âAlright, now what?â She laughed a bit. She had never been measured like this before so she was quite lost as what to do as she began unconsiously fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
Measuring Up || Open
âOh hello!â said Anita as she turned around, hearing someone at the door. âAre you here to get your measurements taken for the play?âÂ
Arista made her way through the door, looking around. She had definitely found the right place. She slipped the paper which had the location scribbled in pink pen into her pocket and gave the woman a smile. âYep. Iâm gonna be Hippolyta.â She then proceeded to stand there, unsure what to do next.
mermaid hunt||open
Summertime was obviously Mabelâs favorite time of the year, but without her brother by her side, Mabel was a bit depressed. She was out adventuring by herself today. She had her exploration journal in her hand, as well as an extra set of clothes, food, water and other necessities in her backpack. Todayâs mission: find a mermaid.
Sheâd been reading up about them, and glued in her journal, she had resources she had found online. They were highlighted in pretty colors, in a color-code that looked completely random probably to strangers. Sheâd read up on the different mermaid species, with most of her information coming from a blogger named Milo Thatch. She also had a few clippings from Wikipedia and such.Â
Once she had reached her destination, she pulled off her clothes to reveal a bedazzled purple two-piece swimsuit. Mabel grabbed the goggles she had put in her bag, and pulled them over her eyes. She set her stuff neatly to the side of the lake, and she put her feet in the water. It was a bit cold, but Mabel wasnât going to let it bother her. She pushed herself a bit deeper into the water, and sat down in the water. She was fully underwater now, and she was looking for a mermaid. So far: Nothing.
She pulled her head back up for air, and she was surprised to see someone watching her. She smiled. âWere you looking for mermaids as well?â
Summer time meant lots of family time in the Triton household. Artista and Aquata more or less moved back home for the couple months, Attina, Adrina and Adella coming home for dinner frequently around their âadulting.â And most importanly, perhaps, went swimming in the lake at least once a week all together. Getting in the bathtub and rehydrating yourself that way was a bit of a pain in the neck, even if the tub was super sized for that exact reason. It would be a lie for Arista to say that she didnât make her way the short distance from her families home to the lake nearly everyday though- with or without any sisters.
The sisterâs were not joining Arista today and she was more than happy to lay on the sand and soak up some sun before hopping in the water for a nice, long, relaxing, quiet swim. A bit of a wrench was thrown in her plans as she heard the magic word from a excited voice by the water. She shot up in time to see and awkward teen boy look at the goggle bespeckled girl sitting in the shallows like she was crazy and walk away. This girl was looking for mermaids. Her breath was stuck in her throat. Her mind immeadiately went back to the weeks of waiting for her mother to return. And her fatherâs panicked trip to the tribe her family had come from. And lastly, Attina holding her father as he cried, the news never needing to be said fully out loud- their mother had been killed, poached. People held an obsession with mermaids for one reason or another, Arista didnât know them all, just had learned to fear the ones that did.
But this girl in her purple bedazzles suit and bright, huge goggles covering half her face and the smile covering the other half... Arista got up and waded into the water beside her. âYouâre looking for mermaids? Thatâs really cool.â She said and sat down, a small sigh escaping her as her skin absorbed the water.
