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Post by Estella Cijan on Feb 5, 2009 15:19:59 GMT
Estella glanced around her, watching and listening to the occassional person that she passed. She had woken up early, and after sitting in silence on her bed, she decided to get up and go for a jog. She hadn't been running in a while, but she used to always do it when she was younger.
She heard the mental thoughts of a few people who were up, but she was mainly trying to block them out, or ignore them.
Looking around her, making sure that no-one was watching her, she quickly turned invisble, and then started to jog faster.
She felt better being invisible and she always knew if people knew that she was invisible, since she could read their thoughts.
She headed towards the gardens, since she always felt comfortable there, between the flowers, where no-one could see her, invisible or not.
For a while, she knew that no-one was near her, since all their thoughts where quite quiet. This gave her the peace that she seeked.
She felt like this for a few minutes, that was until, suddenly she realised that someone else was there. Unfortunatly, this was too late, and she ended to crashing into a girl who seemed to have also been in the garden.
Estella jumped up, becoming visible again, and bent over to make sure the girl was okay.
"Sorry! Desculpe! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asked frantically, trying to listen to the girl's thoughts to make sure she was okay. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to run into you, it was an accident!" She kept repeating, worried incase she had broken the girl's arm, or her leg.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 5, 2009 15:33:29 GMT
Really. Isolde had to pay attention to where she was walking more often instead of just going off into her thoughts and not caring for anything else.
Now she was on the ground along with another girl who was worrying frantically over her. Isolde had come out here for a dander. She always woke around half 6, 7 o'clock each morning and usually she would just get washed and dressed and sit in the common room drawing her heart out. But today she hadn't felt in a very creative mood.
So she had come out and gone for a dander in the forest and now the gardens. But how could she crash into someone? She hadn't seen anyone here....
"I'm fine, really. Are you ok?" she asked trying to soothe the frantic girl.
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Post by Estella Cijan on Feb 5, 2009 15:42:46 GMT
"Me? No, I'm fine, I'm used to falling down, I do gymnastics..." she said, laughing nervously. She ran through her thoughts, trying to see if she had listened to the girl before, but she didn't recognise her. "So, are you sure you're okay? Because if you're not, then we can go the hospitial wing in a few minutes, have the nurse look you over..." Estella kept looking over her, making sure she was fine. If only her sister was there, she could heal anything that was wrong with her.
"I'm Estella, by the way. Are you sure you are alright?" She asked, standing up again.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 5, 2009 16:02:03 GMT
"Honestly, there's no need to fuss, I'm absolutely fine. I'm Isolde, nice to meet you Estella," she shook the girls hand, "No need for any nurse,"
Standing up she brushed herself of and then looked at the girl porperly. She had seen her about in the corridors, not often but she had. Not in her classes though.
"I like your name, and your hair. It's quite a nice morning, isn't it?"
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Post by Estella Cijan on Feb 5, 2009 16:17:12 GMT
"Thanks.." Estella said, running her fingers through her hair, without realising. "Yes, it's very pretty now. I don't usually get up this early, but I decided to just go out and go for a run." She said, smiling. "There's a chill though.." She said, looking up to the sky. Even though the sun was shining, there was still the normal winter chill. "I don't really mind it, even though I love the sunshine, it's nice coming out in the cold. What brings you out this early?" She asked, starting to walk again. She looked down at the little winter flowers that were starting to open up , as they passed, the back up to Isolde.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 6, 2009 13:05:35 GMT
"I always get up around half 6 or 7 o'clock. It's been that way since I was 7 or 8 and it's only because of the Irish Dancing. Never been able to get out of the habit." smiling she walked along beside Estella who was looking at the winter flowers.
"They're beautiful aren't they?" she bent down and picked one and smelt it, "Love it's smell don't you?"
She held it out for Estella to smell it. Nature had always been a big part in Isolde's life. She loved everything to do with it and she took part in many events to help protect it.
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Post by Estella Cijan on Feb 6, 2009 14:08:11 GMT
Estella leaned over to smell the flower and smiled. "It's beautiful." She said, inhaling the smell. The smell made her think about when she was younger, back in Portugal, with her sister, Lena. She remembered being in the garden together, when they would play games with Estella's powers, like becoming invisible and having her sister try to find her. She sighed, thinking about this, missing those days.
"I like nature too.." She answered Isolde's thoughts, without realising. She then caught herself on, "It just seemes that you would like nature..." she said, trying to retrace her words. She didn't like people finding out about her being able to hear people's thoughts, they usually felt like she was invading their privacy.
"So, Irish Dancing...I've never done that. Is it fun?" She asked, leaning over to pick up some flowers.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Jun 8, 2009 19:32:42 GMT
"Is it fun?" Estella picked some flowers.
"It's alright, I guess." she paused, "It's quite hard and you have to have very good balance but yeah, it's fun. Hard work." she smiled at Estella and let the breeze swirl around her while also scattering a few leaves about them.
"It look like they're playing chasies. Doesn't it?" she asked quietly. Isolde loved nature. That's why she drew so many flowers, trees, animals and anything to do with nature...she just had to concentrate enough because she found out if she over concentrated she would bring her drawings to life.
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