❀ [Voice] ❀

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I am the daughter of earth and water.
And the nursling of the sky.
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores.
I change but I cannot die.

[Sprite's voice is melodious and sweet. At the end of the second line, she even whispers like the wind.]

The season feels too late.
Should I have been awoken?

[OOC: After seeing this, I think Sprite does have a voice. Expect her to speak in riddles, though. She is one with nature and has no use for cities or technology.

Credit for the first part of this entry goes to Disney.]

Comments

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

What do you mean...awoken?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I was asleep.
I'm not anymore.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Why were you sleeping?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I slumber when ice covers the land.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

So...you hibernate in the winter? Why?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I am not needed.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

What do you do in the other seasons?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I watch others tend to my creations.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

Your creations?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I cover the land with color.
Green grass, golden flowers, blossoming trees...

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

You...make them?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I do.

[mynamenotwhoiam.livejournal.com]

That's...incredible...

[text; also, journal picture does not show Marluxia]

[11deadlypetals.livejournal.com]

A being of nature, who speaks of seasons... What are you, if I may ask?

[voice]

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I am she who brings forth life.

[11deadlypetals.livejournal.com]

What sort of life?

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

Growing, thriving life!
I cover the land in soft grass, blooming flowers and tall trees.

[11deadlypetals.livejournal.com]

Ah, a spirit of nature. How successful would you be in this world of stone and falsities, I wonder? I would be interested in seeing your work.

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

If there is soil, my creations will grow.

[11deadlypetals.livejournal.com]

You should find more than enough of that here. And if not, there are other worlds to do your work.

I would like to know when spring comes to this place. It has been far too long without.

[ttlynotblue.livejournal.com]

Whether you should have awoken here is the real question, dear.

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

Here is where?

[ttlynotblue.livejournal.com]

A place, I dare say, untouched by your lively spirit and all that follows in its wake.

... By the way, love the hair. Don't think I've ever had the chance to tell you that. Getting a hold of you is like trying to find the key to the Caramilk Secret. Do you have any idea how much chocolate I've eaten recently because of it? Too much.

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

I can change that.
There should be many colors.

[He confuses her, but she does hang onto what he's saying, more or less.]

I am formed out of earth and water.
Your compliments belong to them.

[ttlynotblue.livejournal.com]

I know you can but I don't know if you should. Things are different here. It's good to see you're still eager as always though. Don't know too many people who enjoy their job as much as you.

You're being modest. You wear the two well!

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

Should?
Why shouldn't I?
The land is parched.

[She gives an airy laugh.]

[ttlynotblue.livejournal.com]

This is not your land. Those it belongs to may not welcome change.

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

Do they have voices too?

[ttlynotblue.livejournal.com]

They do. They've shown protest to change.

[7thheavensmile.livejournal.com]

That has to be one of the most poetic introductions I've heard in this place.

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

Is that what you call it?
Poetic?

[7thheavensmile.livejournal.com]

Sure, it rhymed and everything.

Welcome to Paixao, you're new here, aren't you?

VOICE

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

[brief sniffles in the background]

You possess such a lovely singing voice. I could not play a tsungi horn with half the spirit you do.

VOICE

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

My voice is not my own.
It comes from those who gave birth to me.

VOICE

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

[mistakes exactly what she means by this]

I believe that goes without saying.

[voice]

[valiantdefender.livejournal.com]

That was absolutely gorgeous.

And I'm sorry, so sorry, but whoever or whatever brings people here tends to mess up your proper time and place in the process.

[voice]

[spring-sprite.livejournal.com]

So I have noticed.
Nothing feels the same.
The season is...Summer?