Puppy Love

Puppy Love
Date of Scene:	24 November 2012
Location:	Fluorgis - Shard Seekers HQ - Garden
Synopsis:	Reize decided to relax in the garden, thinking about the villagers from his home. As Sassaral joins with the boy, moments are shared in this bonding...
Cast of Characters:	Reize Seatlan, Sassaral

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Reize Seatlan has posed:
It's a nice day in the garden. Once upon a time, this place was left untended, allowing the weeds to grow in place and the fountain had been entangled with vines. However, in its revitalization thanks to the efforts of Lily, Ivo, and a couple of others, the garden is flourishing. Flowers of all kinds are planted and even the weeds have a home(yeah, Lily is the odd one). The patio offers those wired-framed chairs to give a view of the small garden.

Reize is inside of the garden, but he decided to step out into the area with the flowers to get a better look. He rummages along his pockets, looking for some seeds that he found. He cups them in his hand, but he decides against planting them without letting Lily know.

She is the gardener, after all.

Reize looks up to the sky, "...Home." He becomes thoughtful, but he shakes his head. "...I hope father and the others are still alive..." He can't help but think to his small village. The numbers were small, but everyone knew each other. It was a family itself.

Sassaral has posed:
The boy in the long yellow scarf isn't quite alone here in this garden, it seems. For there is a wolf in this garden, but she is hardly of the threatening ilk. Far from it, really. She has been here for rouuuundabouts an hour, thus far. With plenty of food for thought.

Sassaral has taken to these gardens more often than not, whenever she has needed to 'cool her jets' in the past. There's a plethora of scents here... natural, beautiful blossoms. Aesthetic perfumes drive the little wolf mad, but something as perfect as this... can one blame her for immersing herself in this garden? A place where so much effort has culminated into a place of beauty..?

That, and it reminds the girl of home.

Sassaral, too, has traipsed into the garden as opposed to sitting in one of the chairs, and undoubtedly she is in proximity to the contemplative Reize. Clad in a second-hand ivory gown that is a couple of sizes too big, with her hair left long and loose and cinched off with a pale ribbon, one would be hard-pressed to every think the girl to be a /werewolf/. She looks every bit the doll... whooda thunk it?! She can hear Reize thinking out loud, and instinctively draws closer... but, hush! Be polite..!

Sure-footed and silent, Sassaral peruses the flowers, and upon leaning in to give one reddish flower a deep whiff.... turns out the pollen is a bit 'peppery' by werewolf standards---

The girl, trying to be inconspicuous, breaks into a staccato of sneezes. :x

Reize Seatlan has posed:
Reize tends to be lost in his own thoughts, thinking back to the small village where he knew everyone. Without any sort of civilization miles away from their curren location, it's no wonder why.

However, those thoughts do tend to come to an end. As he kneels along towards one of the lillies, he reflects back. Tilting his head over to the patch of flowers, he chuckles. "...You were the one I saw when Lily got her name." It was him who named the girl, wasn't he? It is something to think back on.

Nevertheles, Reize's thoughts end when sneezes stir. He quickly turns to see the culprit, finding it to be the young woman. Greeting her with a smile, the boy waves a hand her way, "Ooooiii! Sassral!"

Sassaral has posed:
Why, oh WHY did she have to pick that flower---

'A--ah.. ACHOO'---

There she went, bulldozing into Reize's moment! She could have been privy to more of the boy's life. She--

'ACHOO... ACHOO!!'

Pinching her nostrils, Sassaral stumbles back from the potent wildflower and tries to bite back another sneeze. Lest she blast her brains out she quickly unpinches her nose and in the process, releases a most unflattering snort! Augh!! Cupping her palms in front of her mouth and nose, the girl tries to rub the pollen off of her skin. She is still aware of what the boy nearby is saying to himself, but she is now busily trying to wipe away the pollen /and/ sneak away, lest she cause more of a ruckus! And then---

.. Reize calls to her! Sassaral freezes, skirts swishing at her calves as she glances over a small shoulder. She goes on holding the bottom part of her face, as if embarrassed. "Ah.. oh! Hello Reize!" Sassaral manages in a nervous warble, pivoting again to face the boy. She makes to pad over toward him, but pauses. "I'm sorry for interrupting... I really am.." She says, voice muffled by her hands. Agggh her nose will be ALL RED..

Reize Seatlan has posed:
Only laughter coms out of Reize as Sassaral reveals that she is a bit more out of it. Her embarassed look is interesting! "Oh, don't worry. I was just thinking to myself. Nothing important!" He then looks closer at her, starting to move her way. What was the faint bit of amusement is now turning to a little more worry for her health.

"Ooi, are you alright?" He moves closer to her, then he moves to start dusting her off, "Maybe if we get some of that pollen off of you!"

Sassaral has posed:
"I'm okay, and, oh---" She swipes at her nose again. Reize has by now moved closer and Sassaral is so flustered by her own folly that she makes to reach out to coax the boy back. "Hold on, this stuff is strong.. I don't want you to have a reaction--"

Oop... she just nooooow revealed her face. The tip and bottom of her nose... along with her upper lip.. is /stained/ a sort of orangey-red color, from the pollen! Doesn't that just looks /cute/... XD;;;

"Oh... huh..." Sassaral feels the air upon her face now, nostrils flaring once as she tests the air and finally admits defeat. "I'll be okay.. don't worry about it." She urges Reize, her cheekbones red but not quite as garish as the pollen staining her face. "I wouldn't call that unimportant, Reize," Sassaral says as she looks down at her dress, pondering the usage of some of the fabric for wiping her mouth and nose.

"I mean.. home.. and your father. I really hope you find what you're looking for.." Sassaral says softly.. ruefully, as well. She DID overhear something private..!

Reize Seatlan has posed:
And of course, Sassaral is still flustered by everything. As she tries to coax him back, Reize sees the tip of her nose and the lip being stained with the orangey-red color. A laugh is given at Sassaral. There is the faint urge to pet her.

...In fact, Reize can't resist.

As his hand rests on her head, he gently pats her with a brighten smile "Hee... it's alright!" Then, she responds to his tale. For the bolster, adventurous nature, he never talks about himself regarding his parents and what not.

So, she did overhear his comments. His smile grows, "... Thanks. I am just a bit worried about them. But, if my father is there, he is likely protecting the villagers. He's still prety strong!"

Sassaral has posed:
As she resigns herself to her fate, Sassaral slowly calms down.. and then Reize has to go and pet her! :x

The moment the boy's palm pats the girl's mahogany tresses, Sassaral blushes anew and manages another quick laugh. "I really went and did it.. really, it'll be okay... just messy---" Pause, quick inhale! One more quick little sneeze against the back of a small hand. B'uh...

Golden eyes flit up to look at Reize as he smiles, and something in that expression manages to calm the werewolf's nerves a bit. "Understandable.." She says gently, and kneels so that she may pick up the hem of her skirt and unabashedly wipe at the bottom of her face. Luckily, the dress is so long and oversized that the girl's modesty isn't betrayed... though the small digits of her bare toes can be discerned. "I bet he is strong.. he brought a very brave boy into this work," Sassaral offers kindly, looking down at the stain in the fabric.

With some relief found in washing her face, the girl stands slowly to look at Reize. "What was your dad's name? Wanna tell me a bit more about him?" She asks, out of honest curiousity. Her tail sways slowly beneath the long skirtpiece.... Sassaral rather enjoys stories.

Reize Seatlan has posed:
There is something about seeing the wolf blush that puts a smile on Reize's face. It's like dealing with Lily in some ways. At least, this one doesn't seem to have an out-of-control type of power that Lily does.

Her compliment, however, earns flushed cheeks. "...Thank you." A question is brought up about his father.

"My father..." He wanders over towards the patch of flowers, kneeling beside it while observing them. His attention draws back towards the young lady.

"His name is Luan. Long ago, he used to be an adventurer." His eyes fall shut, "He was raised in a landlocked village. It was smaller than the village that I was in. No one knew where it was. However, he too heard stories from other adventurers from other parts of the land."

He turns to lay his head on the grass, his eyes gazing towards the sky.

"When he turned sixteen, he set out on his journey. ...He learned the ways of war from his first journey. He was a quick learner, learning to adapt in combat, which he never experiened until then."

"Not many people believed in the stranger. However, his actions slowly brought faith in him. In his journey, many started to learn of his deeds. Stories spread. People admired him. He helped those who were unable to defend themselves."

Sassaral has posed:
'Out of control' power... mmm.. mayhaps in another way. Sassaral feels decidedly self-conscious about that which rests within her soul. She hopes that she doesn't have to reveal that side of herself anytime soon.. =.=a

But that's another story.

THe small girl glances sideward at Reize again as the boy, also, takes on a flush to his features. Sassaral's lips curl up slightly at their corners but she doesn't press the matter. Instead she smoothes down the wrinkled folds of her dress and laments the stain that she just smeared into the delicate fabric. It is then that Reize decides to share some of his tale, and all concerns about sneezing and pollen go right out the window. Still a bit red as a result of a blush this time, Sassaral pads barefoot in Reize's wake as the boy moves closer to the flowers and kneels. He may observe the blossoms for a time but the werewolf in-turn watches him, with an attentiveness that is almost... canine. ~__~;

Sassaral lowers herself down to sit, knees pulled to her chest, while Reize reclines and closes his eyes in recollection. Pulling her heavy length of hair over one shoulder, Sassaral knits her fingers into the tresses and looks down at the young adventure as he describes the one known as Luan. His dad. Softness imbues the werewolf's features as she listens, and the ghost of a smile from before stretches into a larger, albeit shy version. "A brave adventurer...." A pause, and she glances skyward. "I bet that's how he captured your mother's heart, huh? I can tell that he's your hero.."

Reize Seatlan has posed:
As the small girl pads over towards him, Reize tilts his head over at her attentive nature. A smile grows as she kneels beside him. His eyes drift over towards her, tilting his head at her with curiosity. A grin forms, feeling his spirits lift as he describes his father, "...Father was a great man. He experienced a lot, but he always continued to travel by himself, seeing other places that no one had seen."

However, a dischord in that pleasure strikes when Sassaral brings forth memories of another individual.

'Your mother...'

There are thoughts slowly entering his head.

~ There he is, trapped inside of a dark place. It feels similar to the plane he was at when the heart was dived into, but this place feels more restrictive. It is a narrow tunnel. There is Reize, no older than 7 years old, trying to run through that tunnel. It gradually grows older until he is fourteen, reaching a hand out towards a shadow in the midst of it. ~

~ In the sidelines.. Riku, Faruja, Ivo, Skoll, Mercade on one side; Avira, Lily, Sassaral, Shiki, and Lenn on the other side. They all laugh. And that laugh echoes. The echoing laugh digs into the boy's mind as he reaches out towards that unattainable silhoutte. ~

~ Soon, that boy drops to his knees, the age regressing back to when he was 7. He sniffles, holding onto his tarot cards.

"..." A smile grows fainter, trying to mask that darkened feelings. The woman whose face he never met. "... Yeah. She fell for him."

Sassaral has posed:
One thing Sassaral is gifted with... is both intuition and perception. Call it that inner predator; the ability to REALLY watch physical/visual cues to determine the state of prey. Granted, Reize is not to be considered such.. but how this translates in the small hume girl alongside the boy is a defined ability to really /see/ him.

Long story short, Sassaral is /wholly/ aware of the faint change in Reize's features. How the ebullience in his face, brought for by memories of a brave father, becomes.. lessened, somehow. All due to the mentioning of his mother.

Naturally, Sassaral feels her heart quicken. Shifting her hindquarters so that she may lean back just a bit more, she begins to move the tip of her tail nervously without really knowing that she's doing it. She's /so/ gripped by Reize's words and the change in his demeanor that she... doesn't notice that the tip of said tail has peeked out from the froth of her skirts.

Reize may become aware of something furry brushing against his upper arm. To look... is to see the tip of a lupine tail peeking out of the girl's dress.. the soft tip swaying against his limb. c.c;

"I--I see... well, no wonder. Your father does sound wonderful. I do wonder if he is out there somewhere, in this world..." Sassaral says gently, trying to swing the conversation back toward the venerable Luan.

Reize Seatlan has posed:
A faint smile is given, looking over towards Sassaral. Those moments and thoughts linger. He offers her a fant smile, just lifting his head up to the clouds passing by. What snaps him out of those lingering dark feelings is the revelaion of her tail swaying against his upper arm.

"...!!!"

His eyes furrow, then he laughs sheepishly. He only glances over to her with a faint smile, his hands unconsciously moving along her hair, not realizing that he's petting her. In a way, it is relieving.

"...I'll find her. I'll be able to find h--...."

Then, he realizes that he's petting her.

"Uhhh..." His cheeks are now beet red.

Sassaral has posed:
Turning her head slightly, Sassaral meets Reize's gaze as he looks over at her as well. She also echoes that faint smile, her golden eyes soft as she attempts to inject some measure of hopefulness into her expression. A hope for things to someday be 'okay' and to turn out for the best. The little wolf has little faith in her own family ever being found -- that's just not possible -- so why not hope for others to find better luck?

Especially this kind, helpful young adventurer.

Canting her chin so that she may also observe the heavens, Sassaral goes on to just be a comforting presence alongside Reize as he reclines. She sees no need to fill any poignant silences with jibberish; there is only her breath, and the gauziness of her attire as she moves on occasion, ruffling the fabric. Ponderously, the werewolf sways her t----

o hai wait.... something---someone is... oh..

Glance sideward to see Reize petting the fluff of her tail, and subsequently.. his /very/ red face! Sassaral blinks once, twice---

.. and very, VERY efficiently, she matches the very hue that Reize's skin sports! Blush-for-blush! Sassaral does not pull her tail back but slowly, unless Reize doesn't let it go, curls it back under the fabric. "S--sorry...! I had no idea---!" The girl inhales sharply.. and hey, there's some pollen left! Cue the sneeze-fit.. round two!

Reize Seatlan has posed:
Through the blushing nervousness over actually petting her tail and realizing his situation, the fact that she is rather nervous as well is a bit helpful.

However, as she starts going into a sneezing fit, Reize is laughing.

It is a healthy laugh. His worries about his mother are tossed away. Only living the moment with his newfound friend is the most important thing.

It is a good day, indeed.