One Unique Snowflake [Eshe]

Character sheet · by **Ollic Rimesage** on September 5th, 2013, 9:35 pm

At first, Ollic thought Eshe was ignoring him; the way she moved across the room, her back turned, grabbing her winter wear and hastily throwing it on. It was almost as if she either didn't know what to say or had been offended and was taking it rather harshly.

Ollic blinked his eyes, rapidly, ready to shout out a cry, 'wait', but he was interrupted by the girl's hand clasping tightly around his own wrist.

They trampled outside, barely closing the door behind them.

Eshe started to explain something about a snowball, but Ollic's mind was still in a term-oil. He wasn't good with how people displayed their emotions and what he thought was her angry departure had confused him when he learned out that he was indeed very wrong.

She wanted to play with him, and he didn't know how.

Snowball fight? He didn't like fighting and tried his best to work through arguments and conflictions using words and body language rather than with fists and physical conduct.

But Eshe continued with her whim, reaching into the white, wonderful snow, scooping up a mound full of the flakes. She then shaped it into a circular form and threw it at Ollic's face.

The impact was somewhat soft, but chilling and abrupt that it threw Ollic a little off balance, stumbling backward and nearly falling into the pile of snow behind him.

He thought the young girl was giving him a hand, her mittens tightly wrapped on the back of his collar, but when a frigid sensation slid down his spine, he knew that it wasn’t meant to be a friendly gesture.

“Why did you do that?” he cried. Suddenly Eshe’s face changed from happy and excited into a sad grimace. Her nostrils flared and she took a step back away from him in defense.

Ollic knew what he had done and instantly regretted it, apologizing as soon as his mouth would form the proper words.

“I’m sorry,” he said clearly, hanging his head in shame, “Perhaps snowball fights aren’t my thing. I don’t know how to play like you regular kids.”

Then, hating the pity he was bestowing upon himself, he changed the mood by suggesting a different game the two could play. He hoped that Eshe wasn’t still scared of him, or worse, he hoped she didn’t hate his guts.

by **Eshe Czardas** on September 15th, 2013, 4:16 pm

"Why did you do that!?"

Eshe's small features scrunched up, looking as if she was about to cry. She took a large step backwards, feeling some snow make its way up her trouser leg. The girl shook said leg vigorously, whimpering. It was all wet now! She might catch hipaterms! Hypaterm! Whatever it was called! Maybe hypothermia!

"I'm sorry. Perhaps snowball fights aren't my thing. I don't know how to play like you regular kids."

She looked up, the leg still poised for shaking. He wasn't looking at her, he was looking at the ground. Slowly the raised foot returned to the frozen crystals, and Eshe creeped over to Ollic. After a moment of scrutinizing his expression, an innocent, forgiving smile lit up her face.

"That's okay, Ollic! D'you want to make snow-people? It's fun! You just lay down and move your arms and legs. Like this!"

With that, the child flopped down on her back and did exactly as she described. It appeared as if there was a person in the snow, one about Eshe's height wearing wide-sleeved robes or a dress. She stood back up and gestured to the figure.

"See? Now you try!"

Character sheet · by **Ollic Rimesage** on October 18th, 2013, 9:17 pm

Eshe’s forgiving nature was proved by her lit smile and her twinkling eyes, as they pulled Ollic’s gaze away from the snowy ground.

She mentioned something about making snow people as an alternative since Ollic had no experience on how to have a snowball fight. He was always the kind of person who didn’t know what was going on at the imagination level. You could say that his childhood was broken by a past of logic and reason and he doubted whether or not that was a good thing or not.

He watched Eshe lay on the ground with her arms and legs sprawled out beside her. She then began to move her legs together and away, her arms following the same motion. She was making some sort of circular figure in the snow.

“Snow people?” Ollic asked through some wispy snowflakes.

He leant down and rested his head on a pile of white fluff, following Eshe’s form. He continued to watch his friend’s technique for a few moments more before trying it for himself. Sticking his arms out beside him and legs out as if he were walking, he began to create some sort of swimming motion.

His technique was all wrong although the final appearance was much the same as Eshe’s. He was always so hard on himself and he regretted not being able to escape his self-critiquing. Who needed a parent to teach you right from wrong and praise or scold you for doing so when he himself could very well do the same thing?

“Is that right?” He asked, standing up and jumping away as to not disturb his “master-piece.”

But today he wasn’t looking for praise from himself so much as he was from his new friend, her crystal blue eyes mesmerizing his own, which had now changed to a colour of rose.

He blushed for his strange actions. She was just a friend, however, she was the only one he had.

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by **Eshe Czardas** on October 20th, 2013, 2:41 pm

Eshe turned her pale-haired head to look at Ollic's snow-person. What even- What was he doing? His limbs were flopping about comically, but... The end result was more or less the same as hers. Obviously there were proportional differences, with his being taller and thinner, but it was definitely close.

"It looks perfect, Ollic!"

She stood to get a better look, further approving it. Her eyes flicked to his, which were now a pretty rose color. What did his eyes mean? And... was he blushing? He was! Eshe held her hands up to show him she wasn't holding snow, then moved and slipped her arms around him, squeezing gently. The little girl smiled and peered up at her friend, her face beginning to turn red. Unlike Ollic, however, hers was not from blushing. Rather, it was from the cold that had begun to seep into her tiny body and settle in her bones.

Now she was hugging for warmth as well. She was shivering by that point, the ice crystals melting from body heat and soaking through her many layers of clothing. Her teeth chattered as she spoke.

"Ollic? I-it's really c-cold out here, can we g-go ins-side?"

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Character sheet · by **Ollic Rimesage** on October 20th, 2013, 7:23 pm

Her praise was relieving as she told Ollic how well done his masterpiece was. He glanced down at his work with moderate ease as well, studying it and even critiquing it with a stern expression plastered on his face.

He was near close to changing an arm here and fixing the length of a leg here with his mittens when Eshe embraced him into a hug.

It was surprising at first. An unexpected action that Ollic would have retreated from if it weren’t for Eshe, being someone he knew all too well now.

He began to encompass his own arms around Eshe’s waist and smiled behind her head as his chin rested on her shoulder.

So this is what friendship felt like, he thought to himself as he breathed in her scent. She smells holy and pure and he liked that about her. Did all kids smell like this? Did he?

Suddenly, Eshe’s small voice piped up and into his ear canals, stunning the simplistic mood the two were occupying. She was asking to go inside. Of course she was cold! Ollic had been shivering slightly before now as well, and he could no longer say he was the only one.

“Please,” he told her as he struggled to allow himself out of the grasp, and waving toward the front door.

He wanted to continue to hug her, having been neglected true love from his parents ever since he was younger. In fact, he could hardly remember the last time he was hugged by his mother, much less his father who was always away on medical business trips around the world.

He couldn’t per say dislike his family, because deep down he loved them with all his heart, but sometimes the loneliness affected his judgment and cast a foul mood over his head, the dark clouds and rain striking down upon him like a gloomy cartoon character.

Ollic slowly led Eshe back to the house, opening the door for her and helping her undress the mounds of clothes her mother had made her wear.

“I’m not sure why,” he told her as he took her scarf away from her neck, “Vantha are prone to cold temperatures. Personally, I have never loved them, but I tolerate them. I suppose it’s because I wasn’t born in Avanthal and into a purely Vantha family.”

He wasn’t sure why, but his eyes turned to a dim blue, a mixture of purple hinting in the far corner of his irises. He was sad, hurting inside from what could have been. Perhaps he could have controlled how his family had turned out if he was stronger and smarter. But perhaps not, whether he tried his hardest or not.

“Would you like some cocoa? I haven’t made any for anyone before, but perhaps you could help me?” He asked her, grabbing her coat off of her bony shoulders.

by **Eshe Czardas** on October 21st, 2013, 12:44 am

Eshe lifted her tiny legs high above the snow and put them down decisively, taking each step slowly and carefully. It wouldn't do to trip now, oh no. The white powder clung to her skirts and coats, miniscule crystals landing on her eyelashes. As Ollic opened the door, she hopped into the (much warmer) room and allowed him to help pull off the many layers. The weight slid off her thin shoulders, and she began shivering less.

The child hustled over to the fire and crouched by it, holding her hands in front of the warmth. Her hair was damp, too, so she squeezed the majority of the water from it and shuffled closer to the flames. The chattering had stopped, and she was grateful.

"Would you like some cocoa? I haven't made any for anyone before, but perhaps you could help me?"

He had snagged the last coat from her slight frame at this point, and she felt exhausted. Turning to face him and noting the color of his eyes once more, she questioned him.

"What's cocoa? And why do your eyes change color? What do they mean?"

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Character sheet · by **Ollic Rimesage** on October 23rd, 2013, 7:58 pm

After watching Eshe walk over to the fireplace for warmth like a moth being drawn to a light bulb, Ollic traipsed over to the kitchen, all the while millions of thoughts running through his mind.

She didn't know what cocoa was? Where had she been all this while? Was there even someone who didn't know the taste of hot cocoa? Did he even know how to make cocoa without burning himself or making it taste like scat?

Opening a wooden cabinet, which hung from atop a counter, Ollic pulled down some cocoa mix. Turning to his family's preserving kit, he reached in a pulled out a glass bottle of cow's milk.

Suddenly, Eshe's silky voice stunned him from his determined and concentrated mood.

"Why do your eyes change colour? What do they mean?"

Why did his eyes change colour? Of course he knew why they did. They transformed with the shift of his moods, something of which came very easily to him, annoying him to no end. The one thing he didn't know, and wished to tell his friend, was the exact biology of the Vantha's shifting eye colours. He didn't know that for himself, but undergoing a series of unanswered questions pushed him to a new level of curiosity in figuring out why they did so.

"They change with my moods. They aren't something I can control very easily," he told her, refraining from mentioning that his rosy coloured irises defined as an emotion of love.

He had a friend and was having trouble controlling his love for his first friend. He was afraid she would leave him to be all alone with the many books that littered his bookshelves.

Sure, he could relate to the many characters in many books. Sure, he learned something new from each and every author that had written a fiction or non-fiction novel. But there was not one person who could communicate with him.

Eshe was different. She was real, alive; with a beating pulse and a warm heart, she was tangible and conversational to him and he liked that. But the thought of having her disappear from his life was more than he could bear to dwell on.

If she were to leave him behind…

Uncapping the lid to the cocoa, Ollic tried to remember what to do next. He had seen his mother make him hot cocoa only a few times before, so it was a blurry image that kept its position, lodged in the back of his mind.

“A glass!” Ollic accidentally said aloud. Blushing, he pulled down a glass from the cabinet to the right of the one that had held the jar of cocoa.

I think need to pour in the cocoa first. Or is it the milk first? Not one hundred percent certain on either ideas, he went with the former, remembering to always go with your first choice, as instructed from his father many years ago.

Tipping the jar of cocoa over the glass, his grip slipped, a ton of brown dust cascading into the glass and onto the counter, some falling like sand onto the floor.

“No!” Ollic shouted, his eyes turning to a deep set black, a frightening colour that wasn’t visible most of the time. As soon as they had shifted to a thunderstorm black, they had already turned to a deep blue, tears bleeding out of his eyes as he slumped to the hard wooden floor.

“I can’t do anything right,” he muttered as his sobs drowned the brown dust that had been scattered about the floor.

by **Eshe Czardas** on October 23rd, 2013, 11:42 pm

Eshe soaked up the knowledge of Vantha eyes. They change with his moods? She silently wished her eyes could do that. It was like a key to his emotions. His irises were a pretty pinkish-red, similar to a rose she once saw. The child looked at her tiny, pale hands and smooth flesh. Were there really tubes inside of her? She lifted a finger close to her face, examining it. If she looked hard enough, maybe she could see them...

Ollic's shout distracted her. Eshe's head whipped around, blonde strands fanning out and settling back to her shoulders, almost in slow motion. He had taken a glass from a cabinet, holding a jar of some kind of brown powder. She looked away, hand returning to its original position for more scrutiny. Hardly a chime passed before he cried out once more, this time in fury.

The child turned once more, a sudden fear overcoming her. His eyes had become a solid, angry black now, causing her to hunch her shoulders like a cornered animal. Despite the fact that he wasn't mad at her, it was still terrifying enough for tears to well up in Eshe's crystalline eyes. Ollic's own had shifted from onyx to the color of the deep oceans, the boy sitting on the floor with water making its way down his face.

The aspiring healer crept over the top of the couch and landed in a kneeling stance, sneaking forwards to her friend's side.

"Ollic? It's okay, Ollic. Don't worry! It must be your first time making cocoa. D'you want to talk about the card-o-vacular system again? Or some other thing about health?"

Her voice was soft and as soothing as she could make it. Eshe's little hands rested on Ollic's arm and the child sat back on her heels. Her friend looked hurt, and she wanted to help.

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Character sheet · by **Ollic Rimesage** on October 24th, 2013, 5:50 pm

Pulling his knees up to his chest, Ollic tried to sniffle his tears dry and prevent any more running mucus to fall down his nose and resting on his upper lip. He hated crying and usually never did, at least not in public. And now here he was, blubbering over a simple spill of which he could have prevented if he were more careful. What an infant he was being.

He wanted to act older, like one just passing puberty and now was aspiring into their adolescents. But no, he remained a child, secluded to himself with his knees as a barricade for oncoming intruders.

Eshe was one of those intruders as she hustled over to him and his pouting position. All the while she was trying to make him feel better. She put her arms around him and cooed him into realising that everything was alright. And why wasn’t it?

Why weren’t things alright? Why did he act so violently to such a simple spill? Was it truly and only because he wanted to be the best friend he could be to the only friend he ever had? Was it because he wanted to make a good impression so that she would never leave him?

“I-I’m s-sorry,” he heaved, stuttering as he forced the words out through his wet lips.

Suggesting a change of topic, Eshe asked him if he wanted to talk about something health related. What he really wanted to do was make some petching hot cocoa? But he had to fail at that task with mild ease. Everything was so complicated.

Ignoring her inquiry, Ollic shifted position so that he sat at an arm’s length distance from his friend. He stared into her eyes; like the ocean depths they gleamed back at him with concern. And fear? He hoped with all his heart that he hadn’t frightened her.

“All I wanted to do is make hot cocoa for you, Eshe. All I wanted to do was show you how nice of a friend I was. Your my friend, right? I can’t see you hate me. I can’t see you scared of who I am. Please, Eshe, teach me. Teach me… teach me…”

His voice trailed off, and although he had no entire clue what he was wanting to be taught, he had a tingling sensation in the deep of his gut that she had some sort of idea.

Teach me how to be normal. Teach me how to have fun. Teach me how to make hot cocoa the right way…

He dropped his head like a dog held his tail between his legs; like he was being punished, he did this. Self-punishment was a common thing with him. He could show you the scars and the burn marks and the scratches and the bruises. He could show you the tears and the quivering lip technique he had mastered throughout the years.

It was his fault he wasn’t good enough. It was no one else’s but his. It wasn’t his parents, it wasn’t his “friends” from when he was younger, it wasn’t Eshe. It was him, and he deserved the punishment for messing everything up. This is one of the reasons why he wanted to help people.

It was a war raging on inside him. He wanted to help people, when he couldn’t help himself as some sort of prosperous feeling of strength, but he knew that he would mess something up in the process. He knew he wasn’t good enough, but for some strange reason, that didn’t keep him from trying his best until he reached exhaustion. He was going to become someone no matter how many scars and burns he received in the process.

“Eshe, I need someone. I don’t know who I am or who I want to be. I lied and I want your help.”

by **Eshe Czardas** on October 24th, 2013, 10:10 pm

Eshe's small hands balled into fists and were placed on her hips. Still sitting back on her heels, the tiny child, probably half the size of Ollic, looked rather stern. It could almost be comical, the way she squinted her frosty eyes and furrowed her brow. Eshe's nose wrinkled, pale pink lips turning down in a frown.

"Listen here, Ollie! You're the bestest friend I could have! Don't go crying just 'cause you spilled something. You tried your best, right? Mommy always said that if you try your hardest, nothing else matters."

As her little mouth formed a pout at his mournful words, the seven year-old stood and brushed brown dust off of the knees of her leggings. She took hold of Ollic's arm once more, using all of her (meager) strength to pull him to his feet.

"You're Ollic, that's who you are. You're my bestest friend ever, and you won't let me down. I promise, 'kay? Mommy says we're still young, and we'll make a lot of mistakes growing up. Don't make me throw a snowball at you again! I will do it, you know!"

Her posture was the same as when she was kneeling, fists on hips and a scrunched-up face. He wasn't about to turn her away again, oh no! Not Ollic. Eshe was going to make her new friend happy, no matter the consequences.

OOCDo you realize how sad your post made me. You're a terrible person. :((

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