To Hunt for What is Already Your's (Blythe)

[Keyta]

14th Day of Spring It has been several days since Keyta has broken her bones, and it has been a long time to spend with Blythe. After realizing that she had forgotten her bag in the forest, Keyta started trying to time Blythe to see when she would be able to sneak out to find her possestions again. The little girl figured that when her family leaves to take a bath is when she would be taken out with them and the preperation before hand takes about an hour and a half. So Keyta tried to use the time that she was given to come up with a plan. She carefully thought about how she would sneak out with all of her family around and how she would get to her bag and back before Blythe found her missing first. It was easily mid-day and Keyta's eyes had finally adjusted allowing her to see most things in the sunlight, however it was still not as enjoyable as the night to her. The curtain on the window in the room she had been staying in had been tied up allowing the sunlight to fill the room. Everything seemed so much sharper, but yet, it was still just so bright. And on top of everything else, Keyta was having urges to change into her bat self and fly about, stretching her wings and enjoying the wind. But if Blythe ever found her out of her bed, she wasn't sure what would happen.

[Blythe]

Blythe was standing over her kitchen table. There were only a few things left there- a medium-sized wooden bowl, with a small pile of flour sitting in the bottom. There were a few circular, small red berries, a paint brush, small canvas, her waterskin, and a large wooden spoon. "Now we just have to be sure to get the right consistency," she mused as she scooped the berries into her hand and then tossed them in the bowl. She lifted the wooden spoon in her right hand, and grabbed the wooden bowl in her left. "You ok in there Keyta?" Blythe called. "The paint will be ready soon, and then I'll be back to keep you company if you'd like. Unless you're resting." As soon as the words had crossed her lips, Blythe regretted them. She always seemed to forget that Keyta was a mute. But, at least her words had reminded the girl of what she was doing. That she hadn't forgotten her. Blythe couldn't take the words back now anyway, so it was no use worrying about it. The wooden spoon had made its way into the bowl, and Blythe was delicately pressing it into the bottom. The berries popped beneath the spoon, and her added weight. Their dark red juices splashed around the bottom of the bowl, and seeped into the flour, causing it all to look like a thick, sickly blood. Blythe kept lightly pressing into the berries and the flour with her wooden spoon, causing the mixture to continue to darken. After a while, the mixture seemed a little less lumpy, although the occasional berry skin could still be seen floating along the top of the makeshift paint. Blythe sighed, she could pick them out later if it really started to bug her, she supposed. Blythe let go of the spoon, allowing it to sit in the bottom of the bowl, its handle artfully draped along the side. The Konti reached for her waterskin, with her right hand, and opened it with her left. She tilted the open waterskin over the mixture, and trickled a small portion of its contents into the bowl. When she thought she had enough, Blythe closed her waterskin, and put it back on the table. She placed her left hand back on the side of the bowl, and her right hand back on the wooden spoon. She began to stir the mixture counter-clockwise until it loosened up a bit, and everything was incorporated with the other parts of the mixture. When she thought she was done, Blythe lifted the spoon. A small portion of the paint stuck to the spoon, while the rest dripped down and back into the bowl; a blood rain. "Good enough," Blythe muttered as she put the spoon back down and headed to her room to check on Keyta. When she reached the familiar space, and once again had the young girl in sight, she asked, "are you awake? Do you need anything?" OOCIf Keyta is asleep, (or even faking it), Blythe will return to the kitchen to paint, so as not to bother the girl's slumber.

[Keyta]

Keyta quickly hid her face under the covers as the door began to open, and made sure not to move a single muscle, hoping that this could be her chance to venture out to fetch her bag once more. Not a sound was made, not a limb was moved, even Keyta's breaths were quiet and careful, slow and calm. When it seemed Blythe wasn't going to leave, Keyta began to feel anxious, worried that she was going to be caught and have to wait even more time before being allowed to find her bag with all of her clothes and mizas.

[Blythe]

Well Keyta doesn't seem to be moving much, if at all, Blythe thought, as she stared at the large lump beneath her covers; knowing that it was Keyta. She must be in a very deep and restful sleep, the Konti thought, as she flashed the slightest of smiles. "It is good that you have finally found rest," Blythe whispered, "for it will help you heal." There was a slight pause as Blythe simply stood, admiring the sight of the sleeping Kelvic; finding that her being at peace made Blythe feel at ease; and at peace herself. A few seconds later, she glanced over her shoulder, and towards the open window. A steady stream of golden colored sunlight kissed her forehead, and trickled down towards Blythe's eyes. She scrunched them shut for a moment, as they began to water from the stinging sensation the light had caused. A moment later, she had turned back to Keyta. "The sun is not to high in the sky yet," Blythe whispered, "which means that is still early. Why don't you rest a little longer Keyta, before you have your breakfast?" Why do you speak to one lost in Nysel's realm? Blythe asked herself, as she turned herself back around and walked out the door. It is not as though she could hear a thing you said. "No, but it is nice to think that she may have. After all, it is possible that Keyta heard the words as part of her dream, should she be dreaming. But then again, perhaps you are right, and she heard nothing at all. Either way, it matters not, it is simply the kind thing to do," Blythe whispered in response to her thoughts, feeling somewhat strange that she was doing so. A moment later, Blythe had re-entered the kitchen, pulled a seat at the table back, and sat down. She pulled her blank canvas a little closer to her, and then plucked the paintbrush up off the table in her right hand. She held it delicately between her pale fingertips, as one would a quill pen, although, she held the wooden frame a little higher up than one would hold a quill pen. Slowly, she raised her right hand, and moved it over towards the bowl of freshly-made red paint. Blythe then lowered her hand, and dipped the tip of the paint brush into the paint, until a thin sheet of red could be seen clinging to the bristles. As she raised her hand once more, she could see the excess dripping off the tip. Not wanting to leave a trail, Blythe moved the brush over to the side of the bowl, and allowed the bristles to press into it lightly. This freed some of the excess paint; Blythe could see it trickle down the side of the bowl. "Now to begin," Blythe whispered, as she lifted the paintbrush out of the bowl, and brought it towards her canvas. "But what to paint?"

[Keyta]

As Blythe left the room Keyta sighed a great sigh of relief. She was not caught and she was free to try and escape, but she knew her challenge wasn't over yet. The squeaking sound of a chair being dragged across the floor was easy to make out, which meant Blythe was not near the front door, and meant she left Keyta's door open. This means I won't be making too much noise as I leave and she wont even see me, the little Kelvic thought to herself. Keyta carefully but quickly moved the covers away from her face and then off of her body revealing the white robe this kind woman had given her and the small delicate feet with one wrapped in a cast. Keyta's right arm as well as her left leg were both still wrapped so that they were incredible difficult to move around, but she had no concern of that and only wished to get outside. Keyta's right leg was the first to reach the ground, the robe on her fell to her sides as she was stretched over the bed, and her nude skin almost lit up the room. As soon as Keyta managed to get her left leg down and balance mostly on her right, the robe fell back into place over her shoulders, and Keyta carefully began putting some weight on her left leg to see what it could take. Finding nothing more than simple discomfort by putting her weight onto her left leg, Keyta smiled and began to carefully make her way to the doorway in her room.

[Blythe]

Blythe lowered her hand, and pressed the tip of the paintbrush into the far left side of the canvas. Her brush fell just below the center of the canvas, her stroke, inching farther and farther below it, as she created a single straight, vertical line, about an inch long. Before she lifted her brush off the canvas to create the next stroke however, Blythe moved the brush back in the direction it had come, effectively darkening the line she had already made; making it thicker. "Well that is a bit better," Blythe thought, as she lifted her paint brush off the canvas, and then placed it on a point approximately four inches above the slender line she had just made. The point lined up with the line she had just made, "well here goes," Blythe whispered, as she moved her brush in a diagonal line, downwards and to the right, before lifting her brush off the canvas and then placing it back on the top of the diagonal line. At which point, she drew another diagonal line, but this one headed towards the left. It was the same length as the first diagonal line Blythe had made. "Alright, looking good," Blythe told herself as she lifted her brush off the canvas, before returning the tip of her brush to the place where her two diagonal lines met, at the top. She drew a slender line coming down from the center, until it met with the first straight line she had drawn, at which point, she inched the brush back up in the direction it had come. After which point, she pulled the brush off the canvas, and dipped it back in the paint. Blythe then lifted the brush over the bowl, and allowed the excess drip off before returning it to her canvas, at which point, she began to make more diagonal lines, coming out of the central line. Like tiny arrows, over and over again. She stopped making them when she reached the short, stubby line she had started with. After that, Blythe went back, and drew thin wispier lines between the ones she had already produced. When she was done, she dipped her paint brush back into the bowl of red paint, and then waited for the excess to drip off. It should look better once it is done, she told herself, as she returned the paintbrush to the canvas, and began to re-produce the shape she had just created, approximately half an inch to the right of the original. OOCSorry this post is probably a bit confusing. It should make more sense when Blythe finishes.

[Keyta]

Little Keyta watched as Blythe began to brush a vivid color of red on the wall, she sighed a quiet sigh of relief. This kept getting easier and easier, the front door was open, no one was to be found, and Blythe was too busy painting to notice Keyta was awake. If the Kelvic's leg wasn't in a cast, she would have quickly made it out of the house, but she had to take extra time to remain silent as she placed her left leg on the ground. Taking as wide of a stride as she could without making too much noise, Keyta tried to make her way out of the house before she was discovered. Finally reaching the door frame, Keyta reached out with her left arm, grabbed hold to the frame, and thrusted herself outside landing on her right leg and started to fall over; she quickly pushed her left arm back in front of her to catch herself. After returning to her feet, the Kelvic looked back inside to find Blythe still facing the wall. Keyta then turned to the forest and was blinded by the rising sunlight in front of her. Instinctively, Keyta grabbed the hood to the robe she was wearing and pulled it over her head. To her amazement, she could see straight though the hood's cloth and it blocked out a large amount of the sunlight that was hurting her. Feeling like she was on top of the world, Keyta took a happy stride with only a slight limp and headed back into the forest of Mura.

[Blythe]

When she had finished her next shape, Blythe dipped her paintbrush back in the bowl of paint, before allowing the excess to drip off. Now all we have to do is continue to reproduce these along the canvas, to the very end, she told herself, as she pressed the brush onto the canvas, a quarter of an inch to the right of her last attempt. Slowly, she brought the brush upwards, creating a simple vertical line, before bringing the brush back down, thickening the line she had already made. The brush moves so gracefully, Blythe thought, as she quickly finished the shape and moved onto the next one, and then the next. Only stopping to dip her brush back into the paint before continuing to the end of the canvas. Well, now that that is done, we should add in the rest of the tiny details, Blythe told herself as she dipped her brush into the paint again. Slowly, she raised the brush out of the paint, the bristles now clinging to each other, dripping with red. Blythe waited for a moment, for it all to go away before she moved the brush back over to the canvas. It lingered over the upper-right hand corner for a moment before she gently lowered the brush, allowing the bristles to fan out and press into the canvas; staining it a blood red. Slowly, she began to turn the brush in a counter-clockwise fashion, until it had formed a small circle, approximately two and a half inches high and another two and a half inches wide. The left side was the far less round of the two ends. Blythe pulled the brush away, why are circles always so difficult to draw evenly? she wondered with a shrug, as she dipped her brush back in the paint, and now for the finishing touches. OOCSorry this post sucks, I am trying to draw everything out as much as possible so Keyta has more time to retrieve her things. And I swear it will make sense at the end!

[Keyta]

Keyta spent a lot of time just simply trying to get use to the sunlight while on the move, even with so many trees the sun found its way down to her. The kelvic couldn't remember where she had left her bag but she did remember the pathway Blythe and that other man took to take her to the temple. Looking for a single pathway in the middle of a forest, Keyta thought to herself, Wonderful. With a quick roll of her eyes she did nothing but continue forward. At least a couple of hours past and the end of the forest was found, it was the beach the little girl had crashed into so long ago. A quick scan back and forth showed that Keyta had no idea where she was and no idea where she had been. Beginning to get frustrated, Keyta began to scratch at the cast on her arm and thought about how nice her life would still be if she hadn't crashed into this stupid beach.

[Blythe]

Blythe pulled the tip of her paintbrush out of the bowl of fresh red paint, and allowed the excess to drip off the slender black bristles before she moved her hand back towards the canvas. The brush dangled uselessly over a bed of uneven white, before she lowered the bristles onto the canvas. The bristles began to fan out around the brush, like the petals do around the calyx of a flower. They formed thin, wispy lines out of a single, central point. Well this is going to make a mess of everything, Blythe thought, as she began to drag the brush in a relatively straight, horizontal line from the left side to the right side of the canvas. When she reached the end, Blythe lifted the paint brush, and returned it to the left side, before dragging the brush across the canvas once more, towards the right. As she made these lines, she made sure to try and touch the tips of all the shapes she had made earlier; so they had something sturdy to stand upon. After which time, Blythe continued to fill in all the white space below the lines she had just filled in, casting the white canvas in a blanket of red. When she was done, Blythe placed the brush into the bowl of paint, making sure it leaned up against the side of the bowl, as opposed to falling in. When she was finished, she glanced down at her art, and realized that it looked as though several thin wispy blobs of red were resting upon an over-sized blob of red, and then there was a random red circle in the corner. Way too much red, Blythe thought, as she glanced at it. You can't even tell what it is... or was supposed to be. "You can't even tell that it's supposed to be the Silverwood during the daytime," Blythe whispered, an edge of sorrow in her voice as she glanced down at the canvas. "Oh well, one could always paint over it later..." Slowly, the woman pushed her feet into the floor, and forced her chair back. It scraped against the floor for a few seconds, before it had created a wide enough berth for her to get up, away from her table, away from her work. "Well that took awhile," Blythe whispered. "Perhaps Keyta will be up, and want something to eat. That poor girl always does seem hungry," she went on as she walked over to the counter, and glanced around for some fruit. It seemed to be all she could get the Kelvic to eat. OOCSorry for the delay.