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Post by juliannawinslow on Dec 31, 2015 22:22:39 GMT -5
Julianna looked at Daakshi after she finished her story. "I think it has something to do how you express yourself with your hands. Or perhaps your unease with human interaction. Either way, you remind me of this woman."
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Post by juliannawinslow on Dec 31, 2015 22:24:09 GMT -5
The pale, archaically dressed woman on the couch stretches, clothes rustling, "I hear it is also said that a story contains as much of the author as it may the audience. A well told tale, Lady Julianna."
Stands, shaking her hair out of its loose braid, "If I may? For your book."
Takes the stub of a pencil from her pocket, sitting down on the floor and settling the book in her lap, writing quickly, with an impatience for letters, before returning it and speaking, "A short story, but I have found it to have truth..."
by Caepio
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Post by juliannawinslow on Dec 31, 2015 22:25:06 GMT -5
"Indeed a tale does, for to ring true with some power, there must be an element of truth within," Julianna smiled. "Even if the author has never experienced the events written, they must place themselves into the situation and ask 'How would I react to this, with the elements as they've been laid out?' Stories are powerful tools for trying to understand others and yourself."
Julianna stood away from the book, and let Caepio add her story. "Thank you for the story," she said. "I hope others will add to my book."
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Post by juliannawinslow on Dec 31, 2015 22:26:03 GMT -5
Peering over Caepio's shoulder, she shudders at the difference in tone. She pulls a handful of yellow paper from her pocket and begins to fold the pieces, interlocking them as she progressed. Once complete, she hands the yellow sphere to Julianna. "Thank you for your story. It is... Comforting to know that there are others like me."
She produces more paper from her pocket, violet this time. She fashions a small flower from it and places it on the floor next to Caepio.
by Daakshi
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Post by juliannawinslow on Dec 31, 2015 22:28:02 GMT -5
Julianna accepted the globe with a soft smile. "I am grateful that you found some comfort from my tale," she said. "How long have you been an origami artist?"
Julianna Winslow
"I've been folding paper since I was very young," she gazes at her hands, soil ingrained into the lines of her palms. "Being able to create beauty from something as unassuming as paper without the use of ink or paint... It is a gift, one that I want to share with others as much as I can."
Daakshi
"Thank you for giving me so much of your gift," Julianna said. "Do you have a favorite piece?"
Julianna Winslow
She looks confused. "Favorite? I never thought of them that way... I suppose my favorite would be the things I am trying to portray with my gift. The things that are truly alive. Sometimes I come close, but it is...challenging to copy life."
She gestures toward the yellow sphere she gave to Julianna. A soft glow emits from the folds of the paper creation. She pills out a red piece of paper and quickly folds a rose from it. She then plucks a rose from her tangled hair. She sniffs first the paper rose, then the real one,the offers them to Julianna.
"I can only manage a pale imitation most of the time," she says with a wan smile.
Daakshi
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Post by juliannawinslow on Dec 31, 2015 22:29:18 GMT -5
Listening politely at a table close by Mr. Card turns to Juliana and says "A piece of advice I've always lived by," he clears his throat. "Never play the ace when a two will do." Smiling politely he turns back to his drink.
Mr. Card
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Post by juliannawinslow on Dec 31, 2015 22:29:48 GMT -5
Julianna smiled at Mr. Card's advice. "Perhaps you should add it to my book," she suggests.
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