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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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Nonetheless, he answered her question. "I am unfamiliar with the way you speak of dates, but I think they are like courtships in my village. Is that correct?" He watched the woman intently, his jaw still set as he controlled his frustration at being here. "Courting is a thing that adults do when they are interested in marriage. Do you intend to make us marry each other?" he asked, keeping his voice even, though his gaze belied its intensity.
The boy knew there were women who had an interest in marriage; the village wives used to gather while working and talk about who had an interest in who or what, when they thought no one else was listening. How trivial, Ico had thought, never questioning why it was so fascinating to them. At the time, he had other concerns on his mind, like avoiding the group of children that liked to gang up on him. But could it be that this Urd, for all her beauty, was like one of those old wives, trying to match-make when they saw a girl and a boy together? Would the old wives have gossiped about them if they had known?
The thought made him more than a little uneasy... and not just because of Urd's scrutiny. Yorda was a girl, yes, but she wasn't like any of the other girls he'd known in the village. She wasn't like anyone he had ever met in his entire life. And now this woman was trying to get them together like they were just some ... toys, that she could play dress-up with. At this thought, Ico bleakly turned his gaze away from both Urd and Yorda, choosing instead to focus on two of the blonde citizens, merchants having a business transaction while showing off their wares. An easier thing to think of, he decided, than the thought of love.