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paixaorpg2009-06-10 05:59 pm
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Entry tags:
- ico,
- jogo da crianca,
- urd,
- week 7,
- yorda
What is Love? [Active]
Character(s): Urd, Yorda and Ico
Content: Urd introduces the concept of a date to Yorda.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Afternoon, Week 7
Warnings: Yorda being Yorda. :|
To say that Yorda frustrated Urd would be putting it mildly. The girl asked too many questions, most of which were about trivial matters and completely boring to the goddess, who'd never been the most patient of types to begin with. When she'd written the journal entry about love, Urd had hoped for questions, but the chain of annoyance the girl posted that followed was enough to give her a headache.
Yet, the seemingly innocent questioning was as endearing as it was annoying. And the way she talked about "the boy," the unflinching and genuine admittance of her feelings...well, that was enough to get the self-proclaimed Goddess of Love interested.
So Urd sat on edge of one of the stone fountains in Jogo da Crianca, long legs crossed, enjoying the mild weather of the afternoon as she waited for Yorda and her boy to appear. Chuckling, she closed her eyes and lost herself to the memories of her own dates, some of which were wonderful and many of which were best forgotten. What must it be like, she wondered, approaching romance with such innocence and purity?
Content: Urd introduces the concept of a date to Yorda.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Afternoon, Week 7
Warnings: Yorda being Yorda. :|
To say that Yorda frustrated Urd would be putting it mildly. The girl asked too many questions, most of which were about trivial matters and completely boring to the goddess, who'd never been the most patient of types to begin with. When she'd written the journal entry about love, Urd had hoped for questions, but the chain of annoyance the girl posted that followed was enough to give her a headache.
Yet, the seemingly innocent questioning was as endearing as it was annoying. And the way she talked about "the boy," the unflinching and genuine admittance of her feelings...well, that was enough to get the self-proclaimed Goddess of Love interested.
So Urd sat on edge of one of the stone fountains in Jogo da Crianca, long legs crossed, enjoying the mild weather of the afternoon as she waited for Yorda and her boy to appear. Chuckling, she closed her eyes and lost herself to the memories of her own dates, some of which were wonderful and many of which were best forgotten. What must it be like, she wondered, approaching romance with such innocence and purity?
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The girl turned with Urd, her eyes on her curiously. She didn't know how old Ico was. She didn't even know her own age, really. It didn't bother her, of course, but she wouldn't mind finding out (not that she knew how to keep track of the years as they went by, and the only way she knew to measure time was by how long her shadow grew or how the moon hung in the sky).