BigglyWiggly
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- Posted: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 02:08:01 +0000
This shop is closed, there will be no new Anima or growths.


For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.
-William Cowper
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.
-William Cowper
We see in dreams the shadows of the Ancient world, that died before the people of the Earth had drawn even a single breath. They spill, sometimes, into the waking world, roaming as phantom beings of no real substance. And they take in those moments and feelings which are strongest, and make them their own to carry for eternity.

Taped to the door is a notice messily scrawled in purple ink:
Read Me!
Welcome to Anima Gardens.
Please make sure not to step on the butterflies or knock over the lanterns. If you have an appointment with me, feel free to go inside. Down the corridor and second door to the left.
-Owner
There is a dim light flickering inside, and the girl can see it vaguely through the traditional-Japanese paper doors. There is a bench on the porch like the sign said, highly polished and looking antique, with deep purple cushions on either side.

The house, on a whole, looks very traditional and slightly intimidating in its mystery... she wonders what drew her to this place, and takes a seat on the bench, noticing the dim flicker of what looks like fireflies in the garden.
The night is cool and lively with the chirping of crickets in the bushes around the house, and a light breeze plays with the girl's hair. The light coming from inside the house casts shapeless shadows at her feet, and she shivers involuntarily, pulling her legs up onto the bench.
She sits there for what seems like hours, simply staring at the light of the firefly-things in the garden, and so the sliding of the door is sudden in the accustomed stillness of the night. A girl much younger than the blonde stands in the doorway, eyes glinting claret in the light illuminating her from behind.
"Oh.... did I Call you here?", the girl asks, looking a bit surprised.
The blonde on the bench looks lost for a moment before replying, "No, I don't think so. I don't think you ever called me at all." There is a pause, and then she supplies helpfully: "My phone service isn't working very well, lately."
"Oh," the girl in the doorway says, not seeing how this has anything to do with Calling. "Okay."
"I'm Cerena," the sitting girl says, dangling her legs off the bench and giving an experimental swing.
"I think I knew that," the claret-eyed girl replies thoughtfully. "But I'm not sure. Would you like to come inside?"
Cerena seems to consider this for a moment. "Okay," she says, and jumps off the bench, following the other girl through the door. "What's your name?"
"I'm don't really know. I think it was Chai, once," Chai says, closing the Japanese screen door behind them. "It's not important. Would you like some tea?"
Cerena wonders why this girl doesn't remember her own name, but thinks maybe she's suffering from amnesia. Instead, the blonde replies, "Yes, please."
They drink the tea in relative silence at the kitchen counter. After they're done and the cups are sitting clean in the sink, Chai asks Cerena if she knows what an Anima is.
"No, I don't think so," Cerena answers her politely. "Isn't it the feminine inner personality of a male, according to Jungian psychology?" She hasn't taken classes in a long time, and hopes her memory serves her correct.
Chai seems to ponder this. "Maybe," the young girl says. "I had an Anima once, though, and I'm not a male. Maybe we're thinking of different things."
"It's very possible," Cerena acknowledges, and offers to help Chai find out for sure.

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