The New Girl in Town- Moon/Tinything

[FoxWriter]

It was another peaceful day in the suburbs of the city. The perfect houses lined up in neat little symmetrical rows, with the grass perfectly trimmed and the hedges all lined up straight and even. It was like a little paradise of blue skies and beautiful gardens, all trying to outshine one another. It was a typical neighborhood, and as such, they tended to gossip. A lot. And most of the gossip was centered around the old house that had sat empty for over fifty years. For the last two months, a team of workers had been fixing the place up to the normal standards of a suburb. They worked tirelessly, practically around the clock to instal proper electricity and plumbing, fixing the framework and the siding and the roof as well as all the interior. The house had been there, and empty, for so long that most of the people there figured the house to be haunted. The kids even dared each other to run up to the house and touch the doorbell... which was less a doorbell and more a large brass bell on a rope. But they had been gossiping about that ever since the men started working. There was new gossip now.

A young woman, was apparently moving into the refurbished house. There was a large hauling truck in front of the house now, and furniture was being loaded into the now pretty house. White and blue, with pretty wild flowers all along the edges. It had really been made over, and from the looks of the furniture going in, the woman, and it had to be a woman. Who else would have such pretty furniture? Was rich. The furniture was all hand carved out of beautiful red woods, and the bed itself was so thick it looked almost like a cloud. Even more, the owner herself had yet to arrive, which meant she could afford to have the men move in for her. Not to mention what it must have cost to fix up the house in the first place! So of course all the neighbors where whispering their rumors. Some where rather possible, others where simply outlandish. 'she's a princess from another country' to 'she's an alien here to steal our children and use us in experiments'. Some even contemplated the idea of her being a drug dealer, to a necromancer able to control the spirits inside of the house, to being a ghost herself. Clearly the neighborhood had too much time on it's hands and wild imaginations where taking root.

Finally a small, pretty powder blue car drove up and parked in front of the garage and all the eyes in the neighborhood watched as the owner stepped out. She looked in her early twenties, and had hip length long blood red hair that seamed to get darker in the sunlight. She had pale creamy skin that looked like it took a lot of work to maintain, and soft pouty lips that where just made for kissing and... other things, as many of the single men and teenagers where fantasizing. Especially given that she was wearing incredibly little, and most of what she was wearing was leather and buckles. She turned to examine the neighborhood with eyes that where as red as roses and a small amused little smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. She was beautiful, confident, and clearly rich. Several neighbors where already whispering about how she was a high end whore. One who would only suck you off if you had five hundred dollars. Others thought she was a Brothel owner. Some thought she was a mistress of some sort. She raised a hand and waved at the people spying on her so brashly, before turning in her high healed leather boots, and went inside to examine her new property, looking ever so amused at the neighborhood she had moved to. A lot of men would be sleeping on the couch tonight, that was for sure.

 

[TinyThings]

As always a headset was mashing away at full volume, filling the moderately large room with subtle, melodic, metal tunes. The room was rather well kept, considering the stereo type who lived in it. Black bed, black furniture and white walls and floor. Near one of the walls stood a drum set, and a guitar hanging behind it. It was far from dusty, clearly quite often used, the owner of the room clearly musical in some way. And with the music playing through the headset of the owner, it was also seemingly clear what type of music was played. But even with this heavily melodic music playing, the owner seemed oblivious to her surroundings. A clear case of boredom. A few strains of her blonde hair, flowed down over to cover her eyes, creating no reaction from the young woman. Her dark, almost purple-ish eyes just gazed emptily at the screen, playing an introductory video to the song she was hearing. A short sigh exclaimed from her lips, her head tilting lightly, headset now resting upon her arm, folded together with the other on the desk bellow her chin. A few of the red strains among the blond in her hair, now covered her face completely, as she closed her eyes and hummed along with the song.

Just in that second, another young woman stormed through the door, clearly excited above belief. The newcomer was a lot more neutrally clothed then the owner of the room, wearing just a white dress, and a pair of black stockings.
“Miriam! Miriam! Guess who's just arrived!” The newcomer cheered delightfully. Miriam sighed slightly, and hid her face against her arms.
“Anita.. Please. I don't do guessing games.. You know that. Especially not when I'm tired...” Miriam grumbled lowly, shifting in her chair. Anita grinned lightly, tilting her head to the side with a nod.
“Not my fault you decided to sit up all night, playing... But seriously. Your new neighbor has finally arrived!” she chirped, heading to the window, above Miriam's bed, gazing out at the red haired woman. Miriam rolled her eyes, moving her chair and head just lightly, so she was able to gaze back at Anita from where she sat.
“Yaaay.. Do you feel my excitement? It's the rest of you lot who was freakishly excited about that person, not me...” Miriam complained, causing Anita to gaze back.
“She's a beautiful woman?” Anita added.
“So is Tiff from school. I am not about to shoot out of my socks for her...” Miriam complained.
“Aand, shee's a red heead...” Anita continued to lure, now causing Miriam to sit up slightly, with a soft sigh.
“Come on... Ever since I've mentioned my sexual preference, you've tried to set me up, come on. Please.... Stop.” Miriam complained again, shaking her head a few times. She'd admitted that she always found women more attractive then men. And Anita already knew, before that, that Miriam had a thing for red hair.
“And she's wearing leatheeer...” Anita finally mentioned, now causing Miriam's brows to raise quite high, sitting up a bit more in her chair. She fought her curiosity, before finally getting on her feet, tripping over to the bed, next to Anita, pushing the other girl gently to the side.
“Leather? Really?” She'd said as she approached, now laying on her stomach, looking out on the newcomer, her eyes opening widely. “Oh.. God... I want her hair. And her clothes. How... How's that color even possible?! It doesn't even look fake in the slightest!” She complained, moving a bit from side to side in the bed. She nibbled her lower lip, colored dark red with lipstick, before looking over at Anita. “I'm going to go welcome her to town...” She said, quickly leaping off the bed, Anita widening her eyes, gasping lightly.
“Your gonna what!? So soon?” She questioned, sitting up in the bed, Miriam nodding as she jumped to her closet, quickly slipping into a pair of knee lengthed black boots, now covering her left knee lengthed sock, but not the right stocking, reaching up bellow her red skirt.
“Yeah.. I am. You afraid I'll be eaten by this 'fiendish Necromancer'?” Miriam grinned, both giggling as she ran out the door.
“Your parents will be pissed!” Anita shouted after the eager girl, before shaking her head, looking back out the window.

Miriam eagerly walked over to her new neighbor, several people gazing at her with wide eyes, but none of them truly surprised. The young, rebellious child of the Abitsons, would obviously be the first to visit this strange newcomer. Hated by the parents, as a bad influence to their children, but loved by the young people in town, as a funny trouble maker, and gleeful alternative young woman. The school headmaster glared at her, as she passed him, also out to gaze at the newcomer, but the young girl just smiled back at him, giving him a battered eyebrow behind black mascara. He shook his head a few times, and went on his way, as did most of the other people around, as she made it to the newcomers door, eagerly ringing the bell, as she'd been dared to do so many times before, and had done without fear. Once again, doing the same.

 

[FoxWriter]

the new girl was completely unaware of the conversation happening from the house right in front of her own. she was too busy to care too. she was rearranging her beautiful furniture. almost all of it was natural in some way, from the hand carved red oak table set, to the cherry wood bed frame. everything was wood and some of it was stone. there was no metal, no wire, no fake wood or particle board. there was no carpet, nothing. it was like stepping into a tree. she smiled as she looked around, walking barefoot along the wood flooring as she examined her house. even her kitchen was free of 'unnaturalness'. her counters where wood, and her sink was made of stone, not porcelain. you almost more expected to step out of her backyard into the wild prairie in the fifteen hundreds... and yet... it was tasteful and modern somehow. clearly this woman knew interior decorating. she paused as she heard the brass bell ring and grinned. she was glad she had kept the ancient doorbell, it was a lot more pleasing to the ears than those annoying shrilling buzzers that huma...er, people, preferred. she hummed as she made her way to the front door and opened it, blinking at the girl, her head cocked to the side. her leather corset was still in place, as where her leather pants, she'd only removed her shoes.

"Good morning!" she chirped suddenly, a coy smile spreading across her lips. "i'm Liliya Asimov. it's a pleasure to meet you." she chirped, her voice foreign, exotic, sexy. clearly she hadn't originated in America, or one of her parent's hadn't anyway. it was a low, lilting, almost whimsical accent, not at all what you'd imagine a Russian accent to sound like. "You can call my Lil if you want to." she offered with a smile. "would you like to come in? i was just mixing up some tea for the workers. you'd be more than welcome to a glass for yourself if you'd like some?" she offered, giving Miriam a coy smile as she turned on her heal and walked back inside, humming as she swayed her hips, her nice ass swinging from side to side in a way that made most of the men stop and stare before shaking themselves out of it and returning to work. as promised iced tea was handed out, and there was even one for Miriam. "so i heard that this was a haunted house?" Liliya asked, smiling a little as she sat down on the front porch swing, offering Miriam the seat next to her. "how exciting! i didn't know it was haunted when i bought it. i wonder if i'll be attacked tonight! wouldn't that be fun?" she mused, smiling. this girl was weird, but kind of in a fun way. as if she just coasted through life, thinking about odd and far out there things. "are you still in school?" she asked Miriam curiously, wondering how old this girl was, and why her parents weren't freaking out yet.

 

[TinyThings]

Miriam had been tilting back and forth from her heel, to her toes, as she awaited an answer from the other side of the door. Her parents hadn't reacted yet, due to the fact that they where both busy. Both being businessmen, they often worked in their offices. They'd probably not even noticed Liliya had arrived. Too busy with their work. This was also why, Miriam was often so free to do as she pleased. As opposed to other youngsters in town, who had to abide to their parents rules. Miriam had rules. But no one kept an eye out on her, to make sure she kept to them.
So a free spirit, she was now the first to meet the newcomer to town, and welcome her. In reality, she'd probably be the only one to dare, for quite some time yet.

And as the door opened, Miriam smiled widely, and welcoming, nodding slightly as the other woman introduced herself. The woman instantly came off as kind and gentle, her warm smile and lovely accent making it even better. The first few seconds, Miriam was once again at awe by the view of Liliya's hair. But she quickly picked herself up again, and was able to speak.
”Hey Lil. My names Miriam Moon Abitson. But everyone calls me Miry, or Moon. Just noticed you arriving, and thought I'd welcome you to town.” She introduced, and nodded a few times again, her hands relaxed down by her sides, as she gazed over her shoulder, pointing one hand in the direction behind her, towards the few people still around.
”I must apologize the ogling. My fellow inhabitants can't handle anything even slightly above averagely interesting.. It insults their highly pampered intellect.” Miriam snickered, looking back to Liliya, nodding with a wide smile and following the woman close by.

Miriam's dark eyes gazed around the rooms they passed by, her lips wide open, taking in the sights as she walked. The beauty and charm of it all, was absolutely enthralling. It matched perfectly with the woman's clothes. But fit no where inside a modern house. This was far too interesting. And what Miriam knew of modern, it was usually simple, and square. But this was different in so many pleasing ways.

Miriam turned her attention back to Liliya, as she was offered tea, smiling and nodding as she gladly accepted. She snickered as Liliya mentioned the 'haunting', shaking her head a few times as she sat down where she was offered a seat. She pressed her legs together, keeping her feet still neatly apart on the ground, observing the interesting woman, before replying.
”Well. You know. Towns talk. And I'd like to believe the rumors, but I haven't seen anything haunting about it, the few times me and my friend broke in throuooh shit... Uhm. Eh.” She took a short pause, making a lightly crooked expression.
”Ehm. Yeah, I broke in a few times, back when it was still vacant. Before you bought it, I promise. And. Just did it to scare some of the kids, when they did the 'Ring the doorbell' dare. Scared the hell out of a few of my friends.. Heh. Sorry about breaking in, though. Didn't think the house would ever be sold, with the reputation it had. And didn't destroy anything to get in, I just picked the lock.” She explained herself, turning the tea cup in her hand in circles a few times, before looking back up to Liliya.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya grinned a little. "Moon it is then! always loved the moon." she admitted with a grin. "thanks so much for the welcome! the way i was being stared at, i was afraid i had destroyed the delicate sensibilities of... well, everyone! it's like they've never seen a girl with big boobs before!" she complained, rolling her eyes as she watched several men practically drooling as they watched her. she laughed as Moon apologized about the ogling and she shook her head a little.

"honestly, i can't say i'm surprised. even for an American i'm a bit odd." she admitted with a grin as she led the way inside. "oh! Thompson, that goes in the sitting room!" she corrected one of the workers, who was carrying an instrument case. from the brief glance, it almost looked like a small guitar case, but Guitars didn't come that small... well adult guitars didn't come that small. "and be careful with it!" she ordered before grinning as she paused to examine a plant that was sitting in the hallway. "hmm... i don't think this one is going to make it..." she muttered, her head tilted a little before shrugging and moving into the kitchen.

"hmm, i guess Rumors are to be expected." she mused with a small chuckle, tucking her hair behind her ears before she laughed at the woman's awkwardness about breaking into the house. "oh don't worry about it!" she teased with a grin. "like you said, it was Vacant. and haunted. of course kids are going to break in here and explore. i have a very unique alarm system anyway." she admitted with a grin. "if anyone tries it again, they'll get a REAL scare. won't they Tim Tim?" she asked, smirking as a tiny black kitten popped it's head out the door. "Tim Tim loves to dive bomb people in doorways." Liliya admitted with a snicker as the adorable little booty kitten hopped into Miriam's lap and made itself at home.

"Timothy Timony Asimov." she admitted with a grin as she scratched the kitten under the chin, making it purr like a motor. "he likes you." she admitted with a grin. "don't be surprised if you find him in your house from time to time, it's nearly impossible to control him. the rotten thing. he goes where he wants, and he doesn't care how he does it. somehow locks and door handles don't give him the trouble their supposed to." she complained with a roll of her eyes before she paused as the sound of something shattering, and then loud cursing filled the air and she sighed. "...that's the fourth time they've dropped my piano..." she complained, pinching the bridge of her nose. "i am quite certain it's never going to work again..."

 

[TinyThings]

Miriam smiled as Liliya took her middle name to her immediately. She'd always liked her middle name, and being called by it. Though it'd made her react in strange ways in the past, which she'd never really been able to explain. Ben all squirmish and tingly at the use of the name, whenever one of the girls did it. But she'd always shrugged it off, and gotten right back to being her usual self. And she hadn't reacted just that way right now, but still felt the warm feeling at the use of the name.
As Liliya mentioned the staring, Miriam grinned widely at the last comments, snickering a few times, as she battered her eyebrows lightly towards the doorway, and the people they'd left.
"Trust me, they have. Though their fragile minds prefers them packaged and tugged neatly away, and hidden from sight. Don't pay them no mind. I can promise you, if your grounded as an outsider here, it's preferable to the other. This town can get awfully dull at times." She grinned and observed as Liliya directed the workers, tilting her head as she gazed at the small instrument case. Her eyes widened a bit with interest, but she saved her question for later, for now just following again. "Odd is a good thing. In a field of pretty red roses, the black one is the most interesting one." She smiled, following Liliya onto the porch.

Miriam smiled as she was comforted, and told not to worry about the breakins. There was no way she'd admit breaking in, some time before the workers had started working here, just to check the furniture that had been brought there first. She raised her tea, and nodded thankfully a single time, listening as the alarm system was explained, tilting her head a bit again. She was wondering why she was needing so much security. These parts weren't known for robberies and such, she must've heard that. But she thought little of it, when the kitten jumped upon her lap, and her lips spread wide again.
"Oooh, goodness, it's a black cat.. You, sir, are going to be all the fuss around here, among the superstitious fools in this town." Miriam grinned, leading one hand to gently scratch the kitten between it's ears. She listened to Liliya, grinning at the mention of a visit, tilting her head from side to side a few times. "My mom'd have a fit, if she found a single cat hair in the house... But. I'd just find that funny, so TT is more then welcome." Miriam snickered again, tilting her head a bit to the other side. "And I like him. Always wanted a black pet. But Mom wouldn't had it. It's fur wouldn't mingle with the furniture..." She rolled her eyes, just seconds before she heard the crashing behind her, causing her to spin her head around. She made a pained expression at the thought, looking back to Liliya.
" Geez. That sucks. Those things are expensive as hell, aren't they?" She questioned, feeling the pain of losing an instrument, as if it'd been herself that'd lost her guitar. "Not to mention the lack of artistic gratefication it would bring to the house. Did you play the piano, yourself?" She asked with a soft smile, taking another sip of her tea, as she led her hand stroll down Tim Tim's back.

 

[FoxWriter]

she chuckled a little and nodded. "yes, most men have such fragile little brains." she muttered, winking at the men, snickering as they where all chased away from the house by the other women in the neighborhood. "in any case, i didn't come here to be freinds with boring people." Liliya admitted with a snicker. "and i have a feeling that most of the people around here are as dull as dull can be." she admitted with a small chuckle. "i'll spice things up in no time!" she admitted with a grin. "soon all the neighborhood kids will have piercings and tattoos. they'll wear leather and rock out in the middle of the street! Corruption one little suburbia at a time!" she cackled dramatically and then giggled before blinking at Moon, her head cocked to the side.

"oh. Black roses. yes your right. the world would be so incredibly boring without a few oddities here and there." she admitted with a smile. "they might not like me, but i'm certainly not going to change for them." she admitted with a shake of her head. "people will adjust to me. eventually, and soon i'll just be another face in the crowd to them." she admitted with a small grin. "i don't much care about them anyway. after all, if i cared about what people thought, then i would never dress like this." she admitted with a grin. "and then what would life be like?" she mused, snickering a little.

"Tim Tim loves to cause fusses. he's what i like to call, an attention whore. so long as people are paying attention to him, he's happy. and he loves to scare the blazes out of people." she admitted with a laugh as Tim Tim relaxed on Moon's lap. "well, Tim Tim will be very careful not to leave Cat Hair in your house then." she promised with a small chuckle. "i could always shave Tim Tim bald and let you take him home. ow! Tim don't bite!" Liliya complained. it was as if Tim Tim had understood every word Liliya said and had punished her for threatening to shave him. but that was silly.

"i don't care about the expense." Liliya admitted with a sigh. "this was a one of a kind Piano with a very unique sound. i'll have to pay to have the person who made it come down to fix it." Liliya admitted with a shake of her head. "and i do play the Piano. and the Violin too. do you play?" she asked, her head tilted a little. "do you play anyth..." she was cut off by another sound of something shattering, this time glass and Liliya's eye twitched. "excuse me for a second." with that she stood up and walked into the house. there was a long silence and then yelling, a lot of yelling, a lot of female yelling. Liliya was angry. very angry, and after a few moments the big husky men where racing out of the house, looking appropriately terrified as Liliya chased them out with a broom. "AND DON'T COME BACK YOU BIG NEANDERTHALS!" Liliya screamed at them before shaking her head. "that was my mothers vase! damn them anyway..." she grumbled, glaring as the men raced off. at least the moving van was empty already, the men weren't needed anymore anyway.

 

[TinyThings]

Miriam grinned with an eye towards the other young men around the house, who was being waved off by their wives, girlfriends or just friends. A few of the boys from school remained a little longer though, staring towards the two of them. She only widened her grin lightly at the sight of them, chalengingly nodding in their direction. But instead of accepting the challenge to come greet the newcomer, they got on their bikes, and raced of. She shook her head a few times with a grunt, before looking back on Liliya. She smiled with Liliya's remarks, tilting her head a bit to the side, lowering her gaze to the floor beneath her feet.
"Well. Not all of us are dull." She smiled with a small giggle, leading to a more thorough chuckle at the ladies remark about corrupting the street, nodding several times. "Please.. Please do. Bring some culture to this place, that isn't just black and white. Some color, would do nicely." She snickered, gazing back down to Tim Tim, letting two fingers methodicly stroke down from the top of its head, to the middle of it's back, scratching lightly on the head when they where there. "It'll take them a long time. Took them five years to get used to my outfit. To my new way of behaving since my real mom left." She smiled a bit moody, before looking up again, clearly pushing some lightly heavier thoughts away, her smile turning brightly energetic again.

She looked back down to the cat, chuckling as it bit her finger, whilst shaking her head a few times. "No, no.. Never mind that. It'd be good for my mother to get her heartbeat raised a few times, once in a while. If she didn't, I'm sure she'd drop dead during her work." She giggled, scratching Tim Tim gently behind the ear. "And it would be a shame to shave such a beautiful, cute little kitty. Then it's okay to bite, if the mean old Lady dared try." She praised and playfully giggled, scratching the ear a bit longer, before playfully cupping her hand over it's head, shaking it gently. She didn't think too heavily about the reaction of the cat, as if it had known what was being said. Other then making fun of it, as if it'd only been a coincidence. Which it obviously had to be.

As she explained the Piano, Miriam gazed up to her with interested eyes, her head still lightly tilted, some of her hair tingling just above Tim Tim's head, due to it's length. She'd finished her tea and put it down by her side. She smiled as she was asked about her own playing, and was just about to answer, when the crash sounded in the room. She pinched one eye and made an almost hurtful expression. She nodded as Liliya excused herself, looking after her for a moment, before looking back down to the cat, scratching each side of it's jaw gently with each of her hands.
"It seems you'll start off losing a few things, in your new house, the two of you." She snickered softly, before lowering her head as she heard Liliya's screams, looking towards the door, with a nibble at her lower lip. She frowned softly as Liliya mentioned it being her mothers vase, clearly feeling with the woman, as she looked down towards her own chest.
"Sorry about your mom's vase. I know how it feels to have something important to you broken. Memorabilias." She said, looking back up to Liliya with an attempt at a comforting smile. "Was it.. With.. Your mothers ashes? If. You don't mind me asking, of course." She asked, clearly just trying to help.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya smiled a little as the last of the boys raced off. "man, i almost feel cursed." Lilya admitted with a smirk. "it could be kind of fun though, having everyone be afraid of me." she admitted with a snicker before blinking at Miriam. "oh? you want some color?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "i still have some paint left, some blue, and a little bit of brown stain left. we could paint the people's faces." she offered. "that would bring more color up." she admitted with a grin.

"besides there's a difference between you and me." she admitted with a smug little smirk. "i am a lady of high social standing and money!" she admitted with a sniff. "these backwards idiots will accept me, simply because i'm richer than they are. it's pathetic really, but that's the way it is." Liliya admitted with a snicker. "in their eyes your just a kid going through a phase." she winked at Moon. "now i know better of course. there's no way you would dress any way but to please yourself, but since when do people listen to such common sense?"

she snickered a little and shook her head. "walking corpse is she?" Liliya asked with a smile. "well your more than welcome to come over anytime to play with Tim Tim." she promised with a happy little smile before sighing. "oh don't say things like that! you'll only encourage him." she complained with a small pout at her. "now he'll bite me anytime i say anything other than 'pet', 'brush', and 'food'... the lazy little blighter." she complained affectionately. the cat looked up at her with pretty purple eyes and mewed before leaping down to chase the fleeing men as Liliya huffed.

"huh? oh. no, i scattered her ashes." Liliya admitted. "it was what my mother wanted, after all. my father complained, but i never bothered to listen to him. it's not like he was ever there for me or her anyway." Liliya admitted. "she wanted to be spread over the ocean, so i did." she admitted, shaking her head. "no this was a family vase. my mother gave it to me when i turned eighteen. and her mother gave it to her when she turned eighteen. and her mother, and her mother... you get the picture." Liliya admitted with a sigh. "that's alright. it was really old.. and i'm sure it's been broken before... i'll try and glue it back together..." Liliya muttered. "it was pretty ugly anyway..." it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of that. "anyway, i think i might start dinner... would you like to join me?" she offered, giving Moon a small smile. "it's no fun eating all alone."

 

[TinyThings]

Miriam smiled and laughed with Liliya's suggestions, nodding several times as she looked towards a man passing by, seemingly just out to walk his dog. He, as well as everyone else, also gazed curiously up towards the two. But he just seemed to smile and nod a single time, before continuing on his way.
"Well. They're not all bad. Take Mister Jamesson, for an example. Just a regular guy, with a regular life. Doesn't take part in all the horrible gossip, floating around here. Just. Lives his life as he likes it, with his big, happy dog. He wouldn't deserve a makeover. But. Your two neighbors, certainly does. Especially old Lady Esmeralda to the other side. She can be a real prude." Miriam rolled her eyes, at the mere mention of her, looking back down to Tim Tim, before he'd chased off her lap.
As she mentioned the difference between the two, she nodded her head a bit from side to side, looking up to Liliya as she noddingly agreed. "It's. Kinda sad, but true. When ever a kid my age try to express themselves, it instantly gets seen as rebellious and childish. And trying to stop it as such, often turns it into such. Certainly made me do it." She huffed lightly a single time, with her head tilted.

Miriam lowered her head a bit playfully as Liliya referred to herself as a walking corpse, and she tilted her head a bit from side to side. "Well... Not exactly. Not quite that old. But, age often grants wisdom. Wish I was 'older'. Might make people loosen up their attitude towards my choices." She chuckled lightly, never really pulling her tease back, playfully leaving it out there instead. Miriam snickered as she looked down at Tim Tim, and nodded a few times. "You have my permission to nibble, when ever she mentions 'scissor' or 'shaver'" She snickered happily as the cat chased off after the movers. She shook her head a few times and let it rest to the side as she gazed back to listen to Liliya as she explained the vase.
"Well. It still had a pleasant memory to it. Something hard to miss. I felt devastated when the necklace my real mom gave me broke, a few days after she'd disappeared." She mumbled lightly, more or less to herself, as she gazed down towards her chest where her necklace was concealed behind the cloth of her clothes.

With the offer of food she gazed back towards Liliya, gently smiling as she rose from her seat. She was just about to speak, when a woman in her fourties stepped in sight from them, gazing over the thick shrubbery between the two gardens.
"Miriam? Dinner's ready. Come on home." The old Lady smiled, but it was clear the smile was a charity of courtesy. She hadn't liked Miriam being here, and Miriam knew it. Miriam sighed, and nodded towards her step mother.
"Yeah, mom. I'm coming!" She shouted gently, no real displeasure in her voice, except for the light sighing tone of it. "Thanks for the offer miss Liliya. But it's 'Planning Day' today, where we plan out next week. Being home alone, n' all that. But. I'll take you up on the offer tomorrow, maybe?" She suggested with a smile, slowly starting to back towards the shrubbery fence, but not going anywhere before Liliya replied.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya smiled a little. "well of course, in every village, no matter how terrible, there is always someone who us good." she admitted with a small chuckle. "hopefully Tim Tim behaves himself. he loves to terrorize dogs..." here Liliya paused. "well, actually, he loves to terrorize anyone and anything." she admitted with a snicker. "in any case, they'll just have to get used to me, because i'm not about to change for the likes of them." she admitted with a grin.

"Adults just don't understand the true nature of children because they forget what they where like as kids. they forget how hard it was to grow up in the situations we grow up in. even the happiest family in the world has their issues that they have to work through, Adults tend to ignore the problems that cause kids to act out." she scoffed. "they should be praising the fact that you dress strangely, instead of stealing cigarettes and alcohol. or worse." she admitted with a nod. "but since when does adults have any common sense?"

Liliya smirked at Moon. "Ah Moon. your ancient, don't you know?" she asked with a smirk on her lips. "and i doubt they would lighten up. people like them, love to judge people. especially people like us, who simply don't want to fit in with people like them." Tim Tim mrowed when he was told he could bite his owner anytime and butted her chin with his head, wanting more attention. Liliya paused as she blinked at Moon, her head tilted looking surprised. "Vanished?" she asked softly. most people said died, or murdered, or killed... but vanished? did that mean Moon didn't know what had happened to her mother?

"oh." she muttered, blinking at the woman before smiling brightly at the 'mother' of Moon. "it's no problem at all Moon." she promised, shaking the girl's hand. "it was a great pleasure meeting you. i'll certainly see you tomorrow." she promised, offering her a wink before she whistled. "Tim Tim!" and just like a dog, the Cat raced back into the yard and into Liliya's arms. "have a good night Miss Moon!" Liliya chirped, watching Moon head back home before heading inside herself, frowning a little. something was... different about Moon, and not just the way she dressed. Moon 'Felt' different than the other humans... what could that mean? "Tim Tim? i want you to keep an eye on her. alright? Go swiftly, and stay unseen." Tim Tim nodded and without another sound, the cat simply blinked out of existence, and made it's way to Liliya, where it would watch, completely invisible, to make sure Moon wasn't being hurt or targeted in any way.

 

[TinyThings]

With her experience, she could only so very much agree with Liliya's words. People tend to judge, when there was something they didn't understand. She smiled down to Tim Tim when Liliya spoke of him, continuesly petting the little attention seeker, as she listened to Liliya. Some strains of her hair was covering her eyes lightly, as she turned her gaze back towards Liliya, when she mentioned stealing, and she snickered lightly.
"Yeah, I guess they should. I tried both, I must admit. Don't tell them, though. I didn't steal any of it either, some of the other kids did." She explained, smiling. She wasn't awkward or careful about this, easily and quickly admitting to the fact. "Didn't like the taste of tobacco, and never really felt the need for alcohol, to enjoy a party. So I never started drinking or smoking any of it, like some of the other kids do at parties and in secret." She shrugged her shoulders a bit, smiling back up to Liliya.
As Tim Tim butted it's head against her chin, she giggled lightly and granted him the attention he craved, gently scratching his chest, as she stroked her cheek against the side of his head. "Well. They don't have to understand. As long as they learn to allow, and respect it. Which they do with time. They don't try to scold me as much anymore." She smiled, wiggling her nose against Tim Tim's.

When questioned about her mother, she gazed up wtih a light smile, making it clear she didn't mind the question. And she had already been prepared to answer, just when they where interrupted. Miriam shook Liliya's hand, and lead Tim Tim off her lap, just as he himself leaped off to Liliya. She nodded and smiled with the offering to come by the day after. "Thanks, I'll look forward to it. I'll tell you about my mom tomorrow, alright? Oh, and thanks for the tea." She thanked, waving lightly before turning around on her heels, heading towards the shrubbery. But on her way she paused, her mother already making her way inside. Miriam turned around to gaze back towards Liliya, with a gentle smile. "Oh yeah, by the way! Love your hair. It's beautiful." She called just loud enough to make sure she'd hear it, before turning around, leaping over the rather tall shrubbery, her hands holding her up from the branches, avoiding any damage to her clothes.


And as Miriam had told, it happened. It was just a simple evening, where the little family; Miriam, her father Jake, her step-mother Angelia and step-brother Sack, sat and talked about the week to come. Miriam was the youngest of the two children in the family, being in her late 17, nearing her 18th year. Her brother was 19, and was working on getting a place to live, so he could move out. Miriam was scolded, just a little, for leaping over to Liliya the way that she did. She wasn't told to stay away, but told it wasn't wise to talk to stranger. The usual thing. Miriam shrugged it off, but still accepted the advice. She explained she wouldn't have done it, if she actually felt any sort of threat from the stranger. But she explained Liliya as a beautiful, intelligent and nice Lady. And that they shouldn't judge her on the way she dressed, and brand her a bad influence that way. Her parents agreed, but it was clear they where still skeptical.

After dinner, it had been planned that Sack and Miriam could, for the first time, handle themselves for the next week, their parents both going on business trips two days later. Miriam had been gleeful that she'd been allowed to take care of herself this time, actually feeling trusted, for once. And Miriam head off to her room, where she jammed a bit on her acoustic guitar, then incorporating a bit of that to her electric guitar, recording it, and then started playing with some sampling on her laptop, while watching videos on her stationary. General teenage time wasting, before it was time for bed. She went to bed neither late, nor early. She didn't have to go to school, nor did she so often stay up all night. As much as she dressed rebeliously, she was a sensible, smart girl. She tended to her body, to her sleep and school.

When she went to bed, she sat down on the edge of it for a while, wearing a dark red night gown, pulling her necklace off her neck. The necklace wore an emblem, made of a circle, a half heart inside of it, and a set of wings behind it. The half heart, hadn't always been half. But almost as if it was meant to be broken off, half of the heart had broken off, a few days after her real mother had left. She reached for the upper drawer of her bed stand, picking up the small piece that'd broken off. She didn't frown while gazing at the emblem, but instead smiled lightly. She missed her mother, but she'd gotten over her sorrow, realizing there was probably a reason to her disappearance. Miriam proceeded to sigh, and moved under her blanket to let herself flow of to sleep.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya chuckled a little as she nodded. "i am actually a very good drinker." she admitted with a grin. "can't live in Russia if you can't hold your Vodka." she admitted with a chuckle. "i could probobly drink the entire city under the table and still be fine to walk home on my own." that wasn't quite true. human Alcohol just didn't pack enough of a punch to sway her too much. it would take three entire bottles of the strongest moonshine available to even get her tipsy. her kind of alcohol was strong enough to make an alcoholic drunk with just a single glass. and it tasted better too. "ah, but they still try to scold you." she teased with a grin, shaking her head a little. "they'll get over it eventually i'm sure." she admitted with a nod. she paused, looking shocked as Moon commented on her hair and she blinked a little before holding up a strange to examine it for herself. "she likes my hair?" she asked, blinking a little before smiling a little at Tim Tim. "well what do you think? do you like my hair?" Tim Tim just rolled his eyes and she snickered a little. "i'll take that as a yes mister Timothy Timony." she teased the cat.

Tim Tim watched her all night until she went to sleep and then, just to be annoying, left black cat hair all over her desk, just so that she knew he was there before he trotted over to Liliya's house again, jumping up onto the kitchen table. Liliya wasn't asleep yet, she was trying to paste together a very old clay pot, which was rather elegant and beautiful. "It's as she said Lil. no abuse of any kind. not even Neglect, save for attention. the Girl is a bit lonely, but not being hurt in anyway." Tim Tim spoke, his voice rich and deep, a sexy sort of voice... save for the fact that it was coming out of a CAT!!! "The Vase seams to be coming together well." Liliya nodded. "i think it will be alright, it didn't break too badly." Liliya agreed. "you go on to bed." she ordered, Tim Tim purring before trotting off.

in the morning, Liliya headed over to Moon's house and knocked on the door, smiling brightly at Moon's stepmother. "hi there! i'm Liliya Asimov, it's a pleasure to meet you! i just wanted to thank you for sending Moon over to great me to the neighborhood." she chirped, offering Angelina a cake pan. "i hope you don't mind me being so forward. oh! this is Baba Romovaya... it's a kind of cake from Russia." she explained with a smile. "i hope you enjoy it!" she chirped before beaming at Angelina and walking off. she was even wearing mostly proper clothing this time. still in leather, but it was a soft, tan leather instead of bondage kink leather. her shirt was made of the same material, but it was more of a breast band with straps rather than a real shirt. she headed inside her own house to finish the vase, which seamed to be looking very good, despite the fact that it had been broken into more than a dozen pieces. there where chips missing, but the shape and elegance was still there.

 

[TinyThings]

The next day, Miriam decided to stay in bed a bit longer, just listening to some music, watching some videos online. Her parents had already been up for a while when she woke, her mother, by chance, being close to the door, when Liliya stopped by. When she opened the door, she smiled and was about to greet her, until realizing who she was. This led into some confusion and surprise, standing there gasping a bit, before snapping out of it, gulping and shaping a gentle, but still surprised smile.
"Uhm.. Uh.. Thanks.. Miss Asimov. Your.. Very welcome.. Ehm.. Although. We didn't send her. Miriam is a very free spirited girl, and she.. Came through her own devices, pretty much. heh. But. I'm glad that she greeted you.. Properly, and.. Thanks.. Thanks, for the cake." She thanked, gulping again, blinking a few times as Liliya wandered off again. "Oh, and have a.. Good day, Miss Asmiov." Angelia waved lightly, before walking back inside the house, chuckling lightly. Angelia wasn't a bad person, at all. And Miriam really didn't mind her, being her step-mother. She's glad her dad found someone to be happy with. But she wasn't her real mother. She was still missing that brick.
"Was that Liliya!?" Miriam shouted from the upstairs, having run out of her room, into the hallway and now gazing down the stairs leading to the door. She'd coinsidentally overheard the conversation in between two songs, Angelia looking up to her.
"Uhm, yeah.. Kinda.. A nice lady. She thanked you for coming over yesterday. Although you should't have, before talking with us. There was no way to know, that she wasn't dangerous." She scolded, Miriam rolling her eyes lightly, before rushing down the stairs.
"She brought cake!?" She chirped happily, Angelia rolling her eyes with a slight giggle herself, as Miriam almost instantly made it down, reaching for the cake. Angelia quickly pushed her hand away, with a huff.
"Oy. Let me cut you off a piece, before you start gobbling it up.. You little beast." Angelia and Miriam both giggled, leading off to the kitchen to taste the cake. They both reveled in it's taste, being quite different then what they where used to.
But Miriam only had a single piece, before leaping off her chair, heading for the door. "Hey! Where do you think your going?" Angelia called, Miriam turning around in the doorway.
"Uuuhm.. Well. I was considering visiting Liliya. No point in lying about it, you'd have probably guessed that." She smiled with a small grin.
"Yeah, and it's not like I'll be able to stop yah?" They both grinned lightly, before Angelia nodded. "Thanks for being honest, at least. And, could you please put something else on, that meager dress looks like a Night gown..." She complained with a roll of her eyes. Miriam wore a red dress, reaching just half way down her thighs, and to her knees. She wore a set of black leggings with several rips and gauges on the way down her paleish legs. She wore a pair of black boots, and had her hair up in a horse tail on the right side of her head, by a pink red ribbon.
"Uuuhm, nope." She replied, snickering as she ran out the house, heading towards Liliya's.

Once there, she gently knocked the door, smiling as she patiently waited, tilting back and forth from toes to heel, her head tilting from side to side, clearly being quite gleeful today, even more so then the day earlier.

 

[FoxWriter]

Lilya smiled at Angelina. "oh i see. yes i did get the distinct impression that she was about as easy to control as a cat." she teased, winking at Angelina. "you must have your hands full, but Moon is a sweetie, i can't imagine her doing anything really dangerous." she admitted with a nod. "my mother was a lot like her." Liliya admitted with a small laugh. "as curious as a puppy! every little thing had to be explored, it was horrible shopping with her." Lilya admitted with a light giggle before skipping off. "you have a good day too Mrs. Abitson!" she chirped happily before heading off to smirk at Tim Tim. "well that went very well. i don't sense anything from the house, so it's just Moon that feels different than the rest of the humans. i'm relieved, i had been a bit worried that she was being stalked by something bad or something." she admitted, pondering.

"still... her mother just vanished? i wonder what's up with that... could she have preternatural powers of some sort?" she mused, Tim Tim scratching his ears. "Many humans who undergo traumatic experiences with Death gain preternatural abilities. she may simply have an ability that she isn't yet aware of. perhapse she can see ghosts? not much of a chance for that sort of thing around here, eh?" Tim Tim asked, looking amused. "she has a lovely body too." "Tim!" Liliya gasped before grinning. "she does at that, and i just love her hair. such a beautiful blond color." "You always did have a weakness for Blondes. but don't forget your... addition. not to mention the fact that she's just a kid. i doubt you'll stay out of trouble if you try to seduce her." "pshh. i'm not afraid of human laws." Liliya stated with a roll of her eyes.

they both paused as the knock sounded on the door and Tim Tim smirked, as much as a cat can smirk anyway. he licked a paw as Liliya yelled that she was coming and headed tot he door, beaming at Moon. "Moon! Come on in! i just came back from your house! did you get a piece of cake?" she asked with a smile. "i love to bake, so you'll probobly get a lot of desserts and other various delights." she admitted with a happy little chuckle. Tim Tim immidiatly stalked over to Moon and started rubbing against her legs, mewling loudly in a demand for attention and Liliya barley restrained the desire to roll her eyes at her cat. if you could call that thing a cat anyway. normal cat's couldn't talk after all, and normal cat's didn't take their time to look up underneath that pretty red dress to see what kind of panties Moon was wearing.

"Careful, if your wearing Lace panties, he'll try to play with them." Liliya warned, well aware that this wasn't true, but she didn't want Tim Tim getting any ideas of his own, the little sneak. "come on in! i just finished gluing my vase back together, and i was going to practice my Violin." she admitted with a smile. "i have some lunch ready if your hungry. it's just soup and sandwiches, but i think they taste alright." she admitted with a beaming smile. she set out three bowls. two normal sized ones and an itty bitty one which was apparently for Tim Tim as he hopped up onto the table in front of it and sat there, waiting patiently. "so you never got a chance to answer yesterday. if you played any instruments." Liliya admitted, blinking at Moon. she wanted to ask about the girls mother of course, but figured it would be better for Moon to bring up that topic herself.

 

[TinyThings]

Angelina had agreed, grinned and laughed along with Liliya's words, but said little else to form a conversation. But she was most certainly right. Miriam was fleeting and quite hard to control, when something specific caught her attention. But somehow, she'd always stayed out of trouble. Never stole anything, or at least not been caught in doing so. Never came home with bruises, except some she'd caused to herself when she'd been trying out skateboarding and when she tripped when breaking into Liliya's house, when still vacant. And she almost always told the truth. She never tried to hide what she did, never seeming ashamed by these acts. She just took it as it came, expecting and hoping her parents would understand her needs to express, and challenge herself. Neither had she ever come home, to say she'd had her first experiences with sex. Because she never did. The parents suspected that she had, but that never happened. Miriam had, at a very early age opposed to most other girls like her, realized she wasn't into men. But that she was into the feminine curves of a woman. Her, Anita and another girl from her school; Laura, had experimented a little. But nothing big enough, that she should have told her parents anything about it. All in all, Miriam was a wonder child. And if she didn't have the urge to behave, and look different then others, and had a fetish for women and that same looking different, she'd be the perfect little girl. She just had those few quirks, that could make a parent worry.

Miriam smiled right back at Liliya, as the woman answered the door, and beamed at her. The instant surge of energy, was easily returned by the same amounts, as she accepted and took a few steps inside the beautiful house. She nodded eagerly when she was asked about the cake, smiling down to Tim Tim as he curled against her legs.
"Yeah, I had a slice, and a few bites, just before I came over here. It was really great. Quite different then the usual chocolate and marzipan cakes we get here. But I generally have a sweet tooth, so think I'd probably love anything you'd offer over." She smile, crouching down over Tim Tim, to playfully and teasingly shake it's head. "And guess what I found on my desk..." She stated, gently trying to push over Tim Tim, to try and tickle him on the stomach playfully. [/b]"The nasty little critter already paid me a visit, he did. And didn't even wake me up, to say hey."[/b] She made an over dramatized frown, before giggling lightly as she tried to push him around a bit on the ground. It was clear she didn't mind, and seemingly just wanted to've been accidentally woken up by him, so she could've said hey. With Liliya's reply she rose a brows a bit, and gently tapped Tim Tim's nose a few times. "You would never... Would you? Your a respectable kitty, I'm sure... You didn't even look up, when curling around down there, did you?" She grinned, before raising and following Liliya. She wore a very simple, and discreet pair of panties. Nothing flashy, nor something uncomfortable to wear. She had fancier clothes, which she wore for bigger events, and she did indeed have some lace panties to chose from, to match those outfits. Although she'd rarely gotten to show that off, to anyone but her friends at sleepovers. She thought she was speaking to a cat, and even still so acted as if it was a sentient being, as a part of a playful game.

When seeing the vase, Miriam smiled gently, with her head lightly tilted, and a thoughtful expression. "It actually gives it character. The cuts and scrapes. Makes it loo worn, and appreciated. I think your mom would be happy to know, how much you cared for the things she left behind." She smiled up to Liliya, as she was offered a lunch, nodding thankfully a few times as she followed on towards the table. "Oh thanks a lot. I could take a bit of soup. Didn't really eat any breakfast, except for that slice of cake." She thankfully accepted, before looking down to Tim Tim as he jumped up. She giggled lightly, laying a playful finger over one edge of his bowl, slowly pulling it towards her. "Does naughty burglar kittens get soup as well, TT?" She teased, before letting go of the bowl, before he could disagree, not really meaning to take it. "I'll have to leave a treat laying around, just so I know when you've been over to visit." She smiled, looking back up to Liliya, as she was reminded of a earlier question, and she smiled widely and nodded.
"That's right. And yeah, I do. I play the Guitar, drums and.. I have a little training on Piano and Keyboard, but nowhere near as much as with the others. Haven't got anything to train with at home, so I can only train with what I can lend at the school, when ever I'm there and get the chance." She answered, folding her hands between her thighs, rocking slightly back and forth. "Just recorded something last night, actually. I've got soundproof walls, to hinder the amount I annoy my parents. They where quite happy to build that for me, when I got the hobby of playing music. So that I could: 'Express myself through the music I play'. As my psychologist said back then." She explained, still smiling at before, occasionally gazing down to Tim Tim, leaning a finger over to give him the attention she knew he craved. "I would love to hear you play the violin, by the way. Could I be here while you practice?" She asked with a hopeful smile, and a pair of 'begging' eyes, hardly possible to resist. She knew damn well she was doing it. She never truly did it on purpose. She just knew how it often worked wonders, to get her way. So she partially abused her innocent face.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya chuckled a little and smiled happily. "well i'm glad you'll like my desserts then!" she chirped happily. "i can't eat them all myself, so i usually share them with the neighbors... i tried to give some cake to the bitter old biddy next door, but she told me to put clothes on, called me a whore and slammed the door in my face!... it was traumatic!" she complained with laughter in her voice. "i'll have to make you some more desserts then. cream puffs and pies, maybe some Leftsa and other good things to eat! it would be fun to spread my heritage around a little!" she admitted with a smile. "and you found cat hair all over your desk, right? he's so bad for that. but he knows better than to wake up sleeping women. i may have accidentally thrown him across the room the only few times he's done that..." she admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. Tim Tim clearly loved anything that Moon did to him, because he just flopped about and let her push him around all she wanted. "oh, he SO would!" Liliya complained. "he ruined three of my favorite pairs of panties! while they where still on me!" she complained, shaking her head. "i had cat scratches in some very hard to explain places..." she complained with a shake of her head.

"oh! you shouldn't skip meals!" she stated firmly, pretending to scold Moon. "your so thin a strong breeze would puff you away! you'll have to have seconds!" she decided, winking at the woman before dishing up a soup full of lentils, and noodles, and chopped vegetables and what looked like rice, but was really barley. Tim Tim mewled as if in agreement and blinked at her as she touched his bowl, his head cocked to the side as if yo ask 'where's the food?'. he perked up a great deal at the word 'Treat' and mewed eagerly. "oh your so talented! not many people can play so many diverse instruments. i only know how to play the Violin and the Piano." she admitted with a smile. "and you can always come over and play my Piano anytime tou want to. i could give you a few lessons if you like." she offered with a smile as she finished dishing up the soup. Tim Tim was already lapping at the broth in his own bowl, and Liliya chuckled as she blew on hers with a thick peice of dark bread that was still steaming from the oven. "here, try it with some bread. i baked it myself!" Liliya admitted happily. "and it's always best to get your emotions out in music. it's cathartic isn't it? letting it all out in a way that people can enjoy."

she smiled at the other girl. "and of course you can listen! i'd love to show off my Violin." she admitted happily. "now eat your soup and stop that. that look won't work on me in the least because mine is better." she teased with a grin as she sipped at her soup. she made light conversation about favorite foods... Liliya's was a good plate of perfectly prepared Spaghetti. Favorite colors: Liliya's was a pale, pale purple. favorite animals, Cat's of Course! and soon the soup was gone, the bread almost so and Tim Tim was chasing about the last bits of his own Barley. "well come into the living room, i'll play a more... hip, song for you instead of boring classical." she promised with a smile as she moved into the tasteful room where a massive Grand Piano took up an entire corner. it was made of a rich reddish wood and the keys weren't made of the normal plastic stuff you found in most stores. and the strings inside didn't seam to be made up of the normal stuff either. it looked almost more like spun gold was inside of the Piano. she skipped over it completely and took out a stand and looked for the right bit of music before settling that onto the stand and set the height before getting her Violin. it was black, not tan the way most violins where. as black as coal save for the pure white designs of roses and vines tastefully all over it. the Bow was white too.

she ran a cloth along the violin, tending to the pre playing necessities before she set it to her chin, closed her eyes and then started to play. the Violin was rich, well tuned and clearly very well taken care of. and it was a rather 'in' song that she was playing.

(if you want to hear the song, this is it Here. i don't know the name of it ^^

 

[TinyThings]

Miriam smiled and listened happily to every word Liliya spoke, clearly always paying attention to the ones speaking. Or at least to her. "Oh I should love to taste them, Lily! And pay old Esmeralda no mind. She's old fashioned, without doubt. And 'old', as in the boring old days. Not like the days with fancy dress' n' such. No the days where women only worked in the kitchen, and wore maid clothes. And.. Not. The exciting kind of Maid costumes... Which while being exciting, is quite far from real maid dressing." Realizing she started blabering she silence, and smiled to listen once again. With the mention of each dish, one could see the excitement and glee in the girls eyes, as her smile only grew. It was clear, that she found a good costumer in her. She giggled as she mentioned throwing Tim Tim, smiling down to the little kitten, reaching down to pet his head. "I could never be mad, having a royal visitor such as you. You could come sleep under my blanket, anytime." She snickered lightly, playing a bit with Tim Tim's ear, looking up to Liliya as she mentioned her panties, making a slight grimace, before looking back down to Tim Tim, point at him. "Don't dare trying that on me. I only have s many decent panties. And, with my luck, you'd end up really hurting me. You little nasty. Hurting your Lady like that." She smiled, clearly not scolding the thing, knowing it wouldn't really work on a cat. If.. It even was a cat. Which she obviously believed it be.

When at the table, she chuckled lightly with a sigh, rolling her eyes a bit. "Yes, mom..." She started by teasing, with a narrowed expression and a grin, once again teasing Liliya with her age. "And I know. People keep telling me that. But sometimes it's just hard to get out of bed in the morning, and before I know it, it's lunch time, rather then breakfast time." She explained with a tilt of her head, not really telling the truth. It wasn't hard waking up. She just never really cared for getting up. Instead just laying in bed, she could spend hours doing. Tending to her hair, pleasures, or just enjoying some silent music. "And hey! I'm not that skinny..." She pouted, giggling lightly as she gazed down herself. "I, happen to think, I am quite lady-likely shaped." She huffed with a confident nod, followed by a gentle smile and a few snickers, as se began her soup.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, when her talent was mentioned. It had been complimented before, having been quite a sudden talent, with all of those instruments. As if she'd been meant to play, or as if she already knew how to, deep inside. "Thanks. I do enjoy music. And I'd love to come borrow your Piano.. As.. Soon as you get it fixed, of course. Heh." She smiled,continuing her soup, clearly enjoying it as well as her cake, sipping at is, as they continued their conversation, accepting a piece of bread as well.

And as they chitter-chattered about preferences, she as well revealed hers. Her favorite food, was without a doubt Lasagna. Something she didn't have too often, but something she always loved to have. That, or a good piece of meat. Steak or beef, no real preference there. Favorite color, she admitted was red. Also explaining it was why she loved Liliya's hair so. And her favorite animal, she had to admit being the Raven, apologizing to Tim Tim, telling him he was still a lovely creature, and that she still loved him, although she liked the Raven so much.

Then as they finished, Miriam joined her in the living room, once again gazing around the features of the house, with the same loving eyes as before. "Your place is really beautiful, Lily. I just love your style. Both in interior, and your clothes. Which reminded me, I wanted to ask you where you buy your clothes? Stuff like that, is extremely hard to come by!" She smiled, dropping down in a comfortable chair, leaning back and resting her hands in her lap, letting Liliya prepare her instrument. "And don't dodge classical music, for my sake. Classic music was the build up, to most of the music I mainly listen to. If not for Classic, none of it would exist. Which by that I mean I like Classical too." She smiled, before letting her play. Miriam listened carefully, swaying lightly into the music, her fingers tingling slightly, as if she was playing a set of strings, whilst she played the Violin. In her mind, she imagined how she'd join in on the music. How her guitar, would mingle with the tunes of her violin. The gentle parts, and then the more exiting ones. But acoustic and electrical rifts, was mingled with the song, and she sighed softly as it finished.
"Your really good with that. Ever taught? Because I'd love to learn to play the Violin, one day. There is so many genres, where a Violin would mingle so well." She smiled.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya laughed at Moon's excitement and she nodded. "i'll make you plenty of things then!" she promised, winking at the girl. "and make sure you share!" she teased, wagging her finger at the girl before she sighed. "well i won't be going over there again, that's for sure." she grumbled with a shake of her head. "actually, my Piano wasn't damaged much. one of the legs broke, but that was easy to fix on my own." she admitted with a smile. "all the important parts are still perfectly fine. even the special strings inside." she admitted with a nod. "they resonate differently than normal Piano strings do, giving it a unique sound." she admitted looking delighted. "i have no idea what their made of, but i have to specially fly in the person who made it anytime it goes out of tune." she admitted. "it's a pain, but well worth it." she admitted with a smile. "i'll give you Piano lessons anytime you want." she promised with a nod. "we'll have to play together sometime!" she chirped with a smile.

"thanks! i worked hard on my style." Liliya admitted happily. "i had to find most of these pieces separately. it took years." she admitted with a nod. "i actually special order my clothes." she admitted with a grin. "this is real leather. like what the Pilgrims wore." she admitted. "i'm allergic to cotton, so i can't wear most store brands.." she admitted. "and i have to special order upholstery and bedding too." she admitted. "it's a pain in the ass, but it's better than being itchy with Hives all the time." she admitted with a grin. "i'll get you the catalog." she promised before grinning at the other girl. "Classical was just MADE for the Violin! some of those pieces are a real challenge, i love playing them and succeeding in the trickiest parts!" she admitted happily lowering her Bow. "hmm.. well no, i've never taught how to play the Violin." she admitted. "but we can try." she admitted, flipping through her music to find something a little less complicated. one with long flowing notes so that Moon could watch how the bow slid across the strings. "watch the Bow very closely, and my fingers. the fingering shouldn't bee too different from a guitar. but the Bow is really tricky. your going to get a lot of screeching at first. ready?" she asked before she started again, moving her Bow so that Moon could watch every single movement.

Link for the song! because it's beautiful! lol

 

[TinyThings]

Miriam giggled softly as she was promised more things, winking back as she tilt her head from side to side. ”Well. Depends how good the desert... She snickered deviously. Miriam had always had a sweet tooth. It was amazing she managed to keep a figure like the one she had, enjoying night-time snacks, almost on a daily basis. Then again, she did also exercise a lot. Keeping herself healthy. And, her step-mother was a health freak. Healthy dinner, was every dinner.
When explaining the Piano, Miriam was all ears, jaw excitedly dropped, as she tip-toed a bit. And as she was offered Piano lessons, it was amazing her head managed to stay on, with the eager nodding it was thrown through.
”I would love that! I always enjoy learning new instruments. And playing a Piano can be so soothing. I always feel so happy when listening to Piano pieces.” She smiled, as the two head for the living room.

Miriam listened intently as Liliya explained, clearly showing great interest in the clothes she wore. She knew her step-mother would absolutely hate, if she started wearing things like that. But she, herself, was sure she'd love it. And to her, that's all that mattered. And with time, Angelina would probably understand. Hopefully. Because Miriam wasn't aiming to change her ways, any time soon. Especially not now, when she'd seen a grown-up wear it as well. Then as she mentioned her allergy, Miriam nodded her head a few times from side to side.
”Gives you even more reason to wear such interesting attire, other then the fact that it's h.. Uhm.. Beautiful...” She corrected herself, before she managed to say it, hoping Liliya wouldn't have noticed, or just wouldn't guess what she was about to say, giggling a few times as she continued listening. Then as she was offered to get a catalogue, she nodded eagerly again, smiling like a little girl, who got a piece of candy. ”I would love that, Lily. Thanks. She smiled.

Listening to Liliya about the violin, she nodded again. ”I agree. But Violins is beautiful, no mater where their put. I listen to some folk metal, where they utilize violins, so bloody well. I love it. Another reason why I really wanna learn.” She explained with a giggle. Then as Liliya started skipping through music, Miriam hopped over by her side. She watched the song that she was going to try, tilting her head a bit to the side, taking in every note, almost instantly learning the song by heart, before gazing to the Violin. She observed closely, her eyes shifting with the bows movement. The way she gazed at it, she seemed so calculative. Almost as if she was reading something mathematical. She listened to the song, as Liliya played it, nodding a few times as she smiled up to Liliya's eyes.
”Can I.. Try. Your Violin? It's.. Very beautiful, and... Also looks really expensive. Heh. I could just borrow a Violin at the school on Monday, and use that, if you want?” She smiled. But clearly, her fingers where itching for this Violin.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya blinked at Moon and then a sly grin curled her lips. this girl was flirting with her! delightful! she had to laugh at Moon's utter delight at being taught new instruments. it was so refreshing to find someone who loved instruments as much as she did. she herself knew more than just the Piano and the Violin, but she was only halfway decent at the Flute, and her harp was mediocre at best. "i love playing the Piano as well. we'll have to start teaching you something simple, so you can learn how to place your fingers properly. i actually learned by color coding the keys." she admitted with a grin. "we'll have to start you with the really boring stuff though. your arpeggios." everyone hated arpeggios, but it was necessary for the 'finger' memory. just like in typing class, repeating the same letters over and over and over again in order to memories where your fingers needed to sit, the same thing happened with learning instruments. playing an Arpeggio would help a person memorize certain keys.

"yes it's a good reason." she admitted with a laugh before smirking at Moon. "you think i'm beautiful?" she asked, her head tilted, wondering if the other girl would blush or not. "your beautiful too you know." she admitted with a happy smile. "i have the catalog in my living room, i'll grab it for you before you go home." she promised with a small chuckle as she set up her Violin. "the Violin is really an overlooked instrument in this day and age." she admitted. "people seam to think it's only good for classical music. but in truth, it has been used in rock bands, rap songs, and even hard rock has utilized the Violin from time to time." she admitted with a smirk, watching Moon look at the Violin she felt the conformation she needed. Moon wasn't any normal human. Liliya could almost feel it, the girl had a memory gift of some sort and a gift for instruments. a lot of the supernatural, the mythical and the fairy tale had such gifts. she had to wonder if Miriam was a human genius, or if she was something much, much more.

"mmm it was expensive." she admitted sitting it down on the chair. "wait here." she ordered with a smile as she headed out. when she returned a few minutes later she was carrying a very old violin case, so old it had cracks and tears in the leather. "this was my very first Violin." she admitted, setting it down. "we'll start with a practical lesson. Violin care." she ordered, pulling out another box, this one was full of oil, Rosin, soft clothes and polish. "a Violin is one of the most fragile instruments. you must always care for it, or it will be ruined completely. even though i don't use this one anymore, i still polish and harmonize it everyday." she admitted. "you must always, every day, tend to your Violin. even if you don't play it everyday." she ran through the fine points of Violin care, how to use to polish, the Violin Humidifier, how to store it and told her to always, ALWAYS loosen the strings before storing it, or she would ruin the bridge and thus the Violin. then she ran through Rosin, what it was and why they needed it.

"Rosin is what makes the hairs of the Bow sticky." she explained, showing her the old Bow. "it is what makes the sound. you must ALWAYS wipe all the rosin off both bow and Violin because it can ruin the finish and warp the strings if not wiped off after playing." Liliya warned before showing her how to put the Rosin on and off before handing her the Violin. it was perfect for Miriam really. it was a beautiful reddish color, and there was a pure white crescent moon decoration on it. "now. let's see how you handle her. tune her first." she instructed, showing her how to tune the Violin slowly so that the old would wouldn't be strained. it had been a long time since she'd played this one, and the strings hadn't been tuned in quite a while. so they had to be very careful not to put too much strain on only one string. "there. now.. play." Liliya ordered, backing away and giving Moon space. she gave no instructions on how to place the Violin, how to hold the bow, or where to put her fingers. she wanted to see how Moon did, just from the memory of watching Liliya play. it would prove, or dis-prove Liliya's theory.

 

[TinyThings]

Miriam noticed the sly grin on Liliya's lips, causing her cheeks to flush a gentle red, as she looked a bit down, a finger paying around a bit with the tip of her locks. She wondered if Liliya had mistaken it as a flirt? Good. Miriam hadn't really intended this. She imagined no chance with Liliya. She was older, and far more experienced, with just about everything. Therefor, she hadn't tried. She hadn't really ever tried, so she'd be extremely rusty at that.
With the first mention of arpeggios, Miriam's head shook several times and she giggle. ”Oh no, please no... Already done those. I have tried a little keyboard, and I've done enough arpeggios... I wanna try something a little more testing, and interesting.. I've already got the keys in order. It's the flow of the melody, I'm still not all that familiar with.” She explained. She'd done those damn arpeggios both with the Piano, and singing. She'd been in, and won a few of them, song contests. Even her voice seemed pristine, in most eyes.

Her question caused Miriam's eyes to widen slightly, realizing that's what she'd been hinting towards. She gulped lightly with a gentle giggle, her cheeks surely flushing more brightly now, as if her cheeks radiated. She smiled sweetly, clearing her throat as she was complimented too, clearly not all that used to it. Well, she'd certainly been told before. And she wasn't unpopular, boys had made moves before. But she'd never cared back, the way she did about Liliya. And it was causing her to squirm like a little school girl, without even noticing it. Granted, she wasn't much more then a little school girl, but she wasn't the kind that acted like this so often.
”U.. Uhm.. Thanks.. Lilya. Heh. And.. Well. Yes, I think you are. But.. I think just about everyone thinks the same there. Other.. Women. Is probably too jealous to admit it, and men too scared to get in trouble. Heh.” She giggled a bit shyly, stroking her hands against each other, between her thighs.

She'd nodded when told to wait, looking down at the Violin as she did. Her head tilted lightly, as a finger reached out to gently stroke the wood of the Violin. She was careful not to touch the Violin's strings. And as Liliya returned, she smiled excitedly, looking down to the old, veteran case. She giggled lightly at it's beat-up state, looking back up to Liliya as she mentioned the first lesson. Miriam observed as Liliya taught, nodding up to the woman when ever she needed to make sure Miriam was listening. Again, her eyes observed, learned and calculated. In almost everything she was shown and taught, she acted like this. She loved to learn. Loved to be taught. Loved to be trained. And that was in almost anything. Even things she wasn't all that interested in. When they'd been taught some different Olympic sports, back when there was a gentle tournament between her town's school and the neighbor town's. Even then she'd observed, and learnt. Even though she had very little interest in sports. But she'd quickly become one of the best in her generation, even beating a few of the older classes. But now, with instruments, she listened with even more intense care.

And as she was finally handed the Violin, she carefully accepted with a slight kneel in her knees, before looking down the instrument. Again, her eyes drove up and down the strings, as she put the Violin in place, carefully and generously tuning the instrument, after having been shown. Then, she rose the bow above the Violin, at first hovering it less then an inch above the strings, back and forth a few times. And finally, she let the two touch, sending a soft and gentle tune through the air. And then, she started playing. She didn't look down on the pages, just focusing her eyes at the Violin. The first many tunes where slightly distorted, a few mishaps and a few gentle screeches. But she kept going. And after about a minute of gentle mistakes, Miriam closed her eyes, her fingers and the bow hovering over the strings for a few seconds, before starting from the top of the song she'd been told to play. Now, nearly flawless. Letting herself live with the song, her body swayed slightly, in accordance to the melody. And suddenly, the song shifted tune, Miriam's eyes stirring lightly, as a few mistakes where made again. But again, less then a minute after, she played a more gentle version, of the more complicated melody, that Liliya had played before. It was made much less complicated, and more new-user friendly, but it had most of the melody with it. It was nowhere as impressive as Liliya's version of it, but it was a floating start, to someone who'd only tried it once or twice before today. There was clearly something special, about her talent.
And soon, Miriam stopped, exhaling softly, as her soft purpleish eyes gazed towards Liliya, with a gentle smile.
”How.. How did I do?” She asked, smiling sweetly, resting her chin a bit, letting her arm relax down her side again, still holding the Violin in place.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya chuckled a little. "sorry kiddo but until you can do it blindfolded, i'm not convinced!" she admitted with a smirk, though it was a lie. she'd do to Moon what she was doing with the Violin. "oh your so cute when you blush!" she teased with a smile. "i bet the boys just love you." she stated happily. "and i doubt women are jealous of me." she stated with a ponder. "i've never gotten glares or into cat fights or anything like that." she mused, shrugging a little. "i don't think it matters anyhow, don't like men much." she admitted simply, shaking her head as she continued to walk about. she grinned at how closely Miriam was paying attention, and Tim Tim was watching too, lounging on the piano. Liliya finished the lesson by drawing the Bow along the Rosin, the dusty sticky stuff was always messy, but the hairs where smooth and the coating was even and now the Violin could be played. she stepped back and sat down in a chair to watch Moon focus herself and she flashed a smirk at Tim Tim who yawned. he hated it when Liliya was right about something.

Liliya sighed as she listened to the notes, her eyes picking out every little flaw.... there where a remarkable few. "i knew it." she muttered to herself, opening her eyes, which where now glowing a deep purple as she studied Moon intently and nodded. it was easy now, to see. the purple faded back to the normal red and she smirked a little to herself. "you have a very rare gift Moon." Liliya stated suddenly as she motioned the girl to hand over her violin. "usually. the only thing a beginner can pull out of a violin is horrid screeches." she admitted with a shake of her head. "you not only made real music, but you where able to create an actual melody. while i would have preferred you to read the music..." she flashed a teasing smile at Moon. "sheet music does tend to get in the way of your particular gift. you have 'Musical Memory'. people call it being a 'musical genius.' but that's not quite right. you have the ability to over analyze and then break down specific components of actions. like my moving the Bow across the strings, and apply it to your own body. i would imagine you can do this with anything physical. but with a pure inner ear like yours... meaning you can hear how a note is supposed to sound, i have no doubts most of your talent is in analyzing music... you need to be properly trained to access the full function of your capabilities, but lucky for you, i know exactly how to go about that." she admitted with a smile.

"now. this is how you clean a Violin, and store it." she stated, taking out the cleaning kit again. "by the time i'm done with you Moon, your going to be making headlines." Liliya chirped, her eyes gleaming with amusement and delight. "now then, this is yours." she stated as she put the Violin in it's case with it's humidifier and strapped the bow to the top and wiped her hands free of the dusty sticky Rosin. "we need to change clothes and take a shower. come on, i'll let you borrow some of my clothes and take a shower before i feed you again." she chirped with a grin. "and then we'll move on tot he Piano, see how well your music memory is on that." she mused, tapping her lips thoughtfully as she led Moon up the stairs and into a large bedroom where a hand carved bed sat amidst other hand carved things. even the bathroom was mostly stone and wood. Liliya handed Moon extra clothes and sent her into the shower to get cleaned up. when Moon came out, Liliya went in and showered herself giving Moon the chance to be nosy if she wanted. there where Photos to be looked at, knickknacks to examine, and even odd books to peruse, though Moon wouldn't be able to read any of them.

 

[TinyThings]

She pouted a frown, that wasn't really all that genuine. She wasn't all that displeased with doing the key-stroke training again, so didn't really complaint. It was the next thing she said, that caught most of her interest, causing her eyes to widen a bit, before she looked down and gently nibbled at her lower lip. When she mentioned boys, she cleared her throat, her shoulders getting a tick.
”Mmrh.. Your only making it worse.. My cheeks'll overheat..” She complained a bit, the slightly shy, somewhat playful smile showing Liliya, that she didn't really mind. In fact, she was quite enjoying herself. Speaking of jealousy, she could only really disagree. She knew, she was. And mentioning not liking boys, her purple eyes looked up, now full of interest. But they where soon, quickly lowered, not wanting Liliya to notice. But she might have, not really haven been all that careful with that surprised, curious look. And she'd left it at that. Stayed silent. It was getting a little bit too.. Good. And Miriam wasn't really so sure about her feelings yet. But she sure as hell knew her curiosity was still there.

Miriam hadn't really noticed Liliya's change of iris color. She'd been observing her fingers, as they danced around a bit on the strings. She then looked to Liliya as she stood up, smiling curiously, when Liliya mentioned this gift. Her head tilted, clearly a little confused. But as Liliya continued to explain, Miriam taking in every word once again. The more it was explained, the more some things made sense. She could mimic a song she hears, after hearing it twice, and trying for a few minutes, on instruments she already knew well. And when ever she was learning a new instrument, she did what she'd done with the Violin. And as Liliya finished, Miriam nodded a few times, looking down to the Violin.
”That.. Would.. Make sense. Actually. I have been quite quick to learn new instruments. And I can quite quickly mimic a song, when I've heard it a few times.” Tilting her head from one side to the other, a small grin spread on her lips, as she looked back up to Liliya. ”I quite like that talent.. She giggled a bit, before looking to the cleaning kit. She watched, and mimiced what Liliya do, gentle and careful hands cleaning the Violin she'd borrowed, while watching Liliya clean her own. Again, she did it almost to perfection, clearly being more careful then properly necessary. She didn't want to break anything. Loosening the strings, she gave it back to Liliya, looking down at her own hands, and then at her dress, giggling lightly. Now she saw the side effects of working, and cleaning a bow. The sticky Rosin had gone everywhere, and she almost coughed as she tried to dust her hands clean. When mentioned she could borrow some of her clothes, Miriam's eyes blew wide open, her jaw dropping in excitement. Quickly she followed her up the stairs, watching as Liliya picked something out for her. Eagerly she leaped into the bathroom, careful not to get any Rosin on the new clothes.

The bath was fairly swift, not really bothering with a thorough cleaning. Just the worst affected areas. And after her bath, she quickly dried herself up, and got the outfit on she'd been offered. The top was almost identical to the one Liliya'd been wearing the day before. Except the strings where placed on the back, rather then the front. Liliya had probably thought the other idea, would've made her step-mother faint. In adition to the top, there was a skirt, having probably been quite short and challenging on Liliya's longer legs, but a bit more conservative on Miriam. Though still shorter then Angelina would've liked. She wore her own panties, and a pair of simple socks, stuffed in the boot. But she was having trouble. She couldn't quite tie the strings on her back, fumbling with it for a while, before sighing as she gave up. She decided to ask Liliya for help, stepping out in the hallway, still practically holding the corset on her body.
”Could you help me? I always seem to have trouble with this... Heh.” She blushed lightly, turning around if Liliya offered to help. The corset was a little bit too big around her chest, so the strings had to be tightened a bit more then usual. ”It looks.. Really beautiful, Lily. Really happy that I can borrow this.” She admitted, looking back at Liliya with a gentle smile.

Then when Liliya went to the bath, the curious girl immediately started letting her eyes travel around the rooms in her near vicinity. She was clearly over curious, touching almost anything she could come in contact with. But she was careful. Not a single thing was pushed or knocked over. Everything stayed, right where it was. She didn't even pick anything up. She just, looked around. Taking in everything. Until she reached the room Tim Tim was in, looking down to him with a smile.
”You two, have a really beautiful house.. It is me a surprise, that she's never worried you'll knock any of these fine things over, and break something.” She giggled lightly, crouching down so she could reach him, gently stroking his head, before playful trying to tumble him. ”But you'd never, would you? Noo, your a good little boy, Timothy.” She mused with a gentle giggle, tilting her head slightly.

 

[FoxWriter]

Liliya laughed at poor Moon's comment and peered down at the girls red cheeks. "yes! very cute!" she teased playfully. she was delighted to have found such a pure talent... but how was this possible? she had never met a human with the mental capabilities of this. they didn't use enough of their brains. she had met others with this talent, but they had all been... well that wasn't important, every moment Moon got more and more interesting. Liliya was certain that this girl was no more human than she was, but how could that be? while it was possible to repress or 'lock' a creature out of it's creature and render it completely human... Moon was far too old for it to still be effective... long term 'seals' like that normally only lasted seventeen to eighteen years, and couldn't be reapplied until after the first one fully wore off. either Moon was younger than she looked, or the seal had been placed on her after her first months of life, very dangerous. one could not seal away such things if a person was older than six months or so, it would lead to immediate death. she thought about all of this while Liliya was in the shower, and finally decided that Moon was probobly part Fey, or part Griffin or something. it would be a very small amount to only have simple characteristics, and no physical manifestations, but it was entirely possible.

she paused and looked up at the other girl and then laughed a little at the issues the poor thing was having. "sure. just tell me when it's tight enough for you." she ordered, swiftly lacing, and then tightening, waiting for the other to call 'uncle' as the saying went... at least, she thought that was the right saying... maybe not. in any case she tightened until Moon said it was enough and then tied it in place with a flourish. "there you go!" she chirped with a grin. "and if your mother raises a fit, tell her i don't have 'normal' clothes." she ordered with a wink. "and if you.. i don't know, 'forget' to bring them back over, i certainly wouldn't mind too much." she promised with a grin. effectively telling Moon that she could keep the outfit. she headed into the shower for her own bath and chuckled as she heard Moon moving about the room. she didn't mind, nothing in there was too dangerous. there where glass figurines, and ceramic animals, and photos of a younger Liliya with a laughing woman who looked exactly like her. there was a picture of Liliya in a furious screaming match with a boy, and a picture of Liliya sulking at the camera in front of a stone cottage, clearly petulant and unhappy about something.

Tim Tim mewled and batted at her hair as she rolled him about and Liliya chuckled as she came out, fully dressed and rubbing her hair dry. "he really is a good boy. he doesn't have any interest in the nicknacks though, thank goodness." she admitted with a smile. "he's extraordinarily well behaved." she admitted as Tim Tim purred loudly at the 'abuse' that he was suffering. "well, what would you like to do now? Piano, food, watch a movie?" she asked curiously, wondering if it would be alright to ask the other girl about her mother? "...Moon? yesterday... you said something about your mother?" she asked softly. "how she... disappeared... how old where you then?"