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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 6, 2008 19:40:59 GMT -1
It was such a cold day, so why exactly had Esme found herself walking through the park? Don't ask. Somehow, though, the clear air seemed to help her think better. Everything made more sense, her mock trial case, her life, her powers, everything was as clear as the sky.
Truthfully, she really enjoyed how cool and crisp the air was as it blew around her. She enjoyed the sounds of the winter birds and the wind as it blew the remaining leaves across the ground. Esme could tell that snow was near, it was in the air. Her favorite season was quickly approaching.
She walked without a destination, but the greatest thing was that she could sense that something amazing would come from this walk. She didn't know why, it was kind of like one of the premonitions she sometimes got, but she definately couldn't wait for this good thing to come. What would it be?
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Post by Adah Jones on Dec 7, 2008 20:18:41 GMT -1
Adah marched with the unintentional aura of a goddess, drawing eyes and captivating the attention of those whose existence she did not acknowledge. It was not that she refused; the woman was simply unaware that there were others around her. Her thoughts were so caught up within themselves. Her chocolate colored eyes flickered absently across the path she tread, and her finger tapped continuously against the leather-bound black book she carried at her side.
"Perhaps it is a sign..." she muttered beneath her breath, as she so often did. Some things seemed to carry less meaning unless they were openly discussed with another person. If there were no people about, Adah resolved by informing the air. Oxygen always had time to listen.
Eyes widening abruptly in realization, Adah stopped mid stride to stare ahead of herself, seeing things no one else saw. The moment quickly passed, as her doubts washed whatever it was that had excited her so. Finally seeing for the first time, she noticed where she was. A moving woman headed her way. The words slipped from her mouth before she caught up to them.
"Tell me, good woman, what does Christmas mean to you?"
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 7, 2008 21:13:10 GMT -1
Esme was stuck in her own reverie when she was stopped by a woman, why would anyone stop Esme to ask a question as sudden as this woman had.
"Christmas?" Esme repeated her question's main point subconsciously, "Well, I haven't thought of it as much more than a chance to get presents," Esme admitted, "But it's also the birth of our Lord Jesus."
Esme was about to stop and lecture the woman on how bad of an idea it was to randomly stop people and ask them about a religious holiday, as far as she knew, Esme could have been Jewish. But Esme gave the lecture a second thought, instead she asked why this woman had asked her in the first place.
"Why exactly did you stop me with such a frivolous question? It's not as if it makes much of a difference for your life, or my own, if I don't believe in Christmas. It would just be yet another person, in the multitudes, that doesn't believe in that particular religion."
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Post by Adah Jones on Dec 14, 2008 0:22:07 GMT -1
A pleased expression crossed Adah's face as the women before her spoke, confessing her lack of concentration on the important things, and following with an accurate, if not vague, definition. Of course Adah didn't blame this woman before her; many didn't know the truth of the matter. Or those who did misinterpreted it most of the time. But that was why God blessed people like her, to spread the good news. That was definitely reason enough for her smile to grow.
The smile was quickly replaced by confusion. Had she know it was 'frivolous' to approach a passerby in a garden with a friendly question, she would not have done so, surely. But what of it? This woman had no reason to not wish to be confronted. None visible anyways. Maybe...maybe she was troubled. Yes, that had to be it. Well maybe Adah could help.
"Your belief in the holiday had not a thing to do with my inquiry. I simply sought to know the thought of a woman who looked as I did; a woman with something on her mind." Perhaps she came across as a bit affronted, but Adah spoke with a cool surety, inserting a supple amount of innocence which came from the heart. After a moment's considering pause, she added,
"That particular religion? Whichever do you mean?" |
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 15, 2008 1:37:57 GMT -1
Esme restrained herself as she felt as if she would roll her eyes, how was it she always ended up meeting either extremely supernaturally inclined people or crazy Jesus-freaks. The only normal person she met was Autumn.
"That particular religion is any denomination that calls themselves of the Christian decent. The ones that believe in Christ, remember: there are hundreds of religions in this world and Christianity is just one of the larger ones. There are just as many Buddists, Jews, Hindus and Muslims in this world as there are Christians. It would be best to realize that before you stop someone, you may have stopped a Muslim who believes that your savior is a mere prophet. Remember that next time, okay?"
Esme shook out her hair irritatedly, how was it that this person didn't realize it? That was the kind of closed mindedness that Esme hated. It was why she spent so little time with her overly Christian friends, because those were the people who saw they're way as the only true way to live one's life.
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Post by Adah Jones on Dec 15, 2008 1:46:01 GMT -1
Adah tapped her chin thoughtfully, completely unaware of this woman's temper.
"You think only Christians believe that Jesus is real?" She asked slowly. It was a simple question, really, nothing to be chewed over twice. After a moment she picked up on the impatience. A slight frown creased her forehead. "It doesn't matter who I stopped. I only asked what Christmas meant to you. No strings attached. Did I say I was a Christian? No. You don't even know if I am." Adah's shoulders shook with silent laughter, as her dark eyes glimmered with amusement.
"You seem awfully affronted. If I've offended you then I beg your forgiveness." Adah politely curtsied. "I suppose I'll be on my way." She moved around the woman, shaking her head with a sigh, and continued down the path.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 16, 2008 1:21:23 GMT -1
Esme was about to willingly let the woman walk away from her, but when the woman walked by she felt something odd about her. Not anything supernatural, she seemed so sickeningly human. But there was definately something else. It felt like she knew, like she had some ability.
Esme would have let her walk by, if it weren't for that sickening feeling in the pit of her stomache. The feeling that warned her that if she didn't stop the woman now, she would never be able to figure out what it about her that made Esme's blood run slowly.
She grabbed the sleve of the woman's coat and stopped her in her tracks. Esme moved back to the woman's side and whispered into her ear, "You know something, who are you?"
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