Though he didn't mention it, Emerald was secretly glad she'd gone for the hug instead. He made sure not to squeeze or mush her, but... well, he couldn't help but make it firm enough to reassure himself that yes, he was not going mad and having a protracted fantasy conversation with a shop mannequin. (Why a flower shop would have mannequins was beyond him.)
"Nothing that's more important than this," he said, turning to quickly pay for the flowers he ruined, then trotting up to come in step with her. "I... I was just getting some flowers for bouquet practice. There's a language to them, you know. Ponies around here use them to express all kinds of things. Ah... but, excuse me, I don't mean to carry on about plants."
He smiled a bit, looking rather sheepish. Passions were passions, but that didn't mean he had to bore her with gabbing about them. They had a couple of lifetimes to catch up on, after all. As he looked out past the flower shop over the Canterlot spread before him, he couldn't help but feel it was a tint or two brighter.
"Is there anything in particular you'd, ah... like to talk about?"
Post by Topaz Dream on Feb 14, 2015 13:43:52 GMT -6
Topaz enjoyed the firm hug. It reminded her of the closeness the Crystal Ponies felt, even under Sombra. She closed her eyes and let out a light, happy sigh as he started speaking, talking about the flowers and how there was more to them than just a pretty scent.
"O-oh, don't worry~ I-if it makes you happy, t-talk to your hearts content!" She assured, smiling at him. She was never much of a conversationalist, so listening was what she was best at. "It s-sounds like flowers a-are more magical than t-they seem?" She mused. It may not be a magic like a unicorn casting a spell, but a deeper magic.
Her pace slowed to a stop as she stared into a store. A Light, melodic jazz was playing from inside. She gave Emerald a slight nudge to indicate that she had stopped, so he doesn't keep walking without her. "I b-bought something called a 'CD Player' a-about a week ago." She started, not sure how up-to-date Emerald was on the new technology around the world. A Thousand year lapse can do a lot to a mind. "It p-plays music from small, shiny d-disks." She said, gesturing for him to follow into the store. A store that, you guessed it, had plenty of shelves, all stocked full of music. Topaz seemed to almost dance about as she browsed the shelves. "I t-think I'm g-going to treat myself, a-and pick up some m-more~" She said, a happy look crossing her face.
"Magical, yes... perhaps not in the sense of a spell or a glow though," he admitted, keeping pace. "What I mean is that flowers can evoke subtlety of emotion you don't get from just a letter or a different gift. The magic is in that little nuance. It's the difference between merely saying 'I love you' and saying 'I love you passionately' or 'I always loved you'—if that makes sense...?" He scratched his shoulder, trying to drive the nervousness from his mind. He knew she was probably very curious to learn about him, but this was still a first impression—and maybe the most important in his life. The self-imposed pressure to not trip it up was nagging at him.
A nudge pulled him out of his thoughts, and he turned his gaze to follow hers. What was this? His ears perked up, turning forward to catch the soft tones of the music inside. Interesting... he was faintly aware that music had changed immensely since their time, but it hadn't captured his interest to seek out exactly how.
"A CD player," he repeated, following her into the shop and looking all over the strange objects. Big rectangles, little rectangles, discs, gramophones (he knew what those were!)—most of it was a bit foreign to him. "I've overheard a lot of different music in Canterlot. I can't really keep up with the terms for it yet, though... What sort are you getting? What's it like?"
Post by Topaz Dream on Apr 13, 2015 14:05:54 GMT -6
What kind was Topaz getting. She didn't know herself, but she still wiggled her way to a shelf toward the back, loaded full of CDs. "W-well, I never k-know what I'm g-getting when I come in h-here. I j-just come in, and find s-something that looks i-interesting~" She admitted, pulling a CD down and holding it up. A small group called 'AB-BAT'.
"L-like this one is v-very simple a-artwork. 'When I k-kissed the Teacher' 'D-Dancing Queen' 'W-Why did it h-have to be me'" She said, turning it around to show him the track listings. "T-these are the s-songs on this CD. I'll g-get this one, and..." She paused, noticing a somewhat large, brown-paper-wrapped thing on the counter. "It l-looks like they have a Grab B-bag, too~ They t-take a bunch o-of different CDs a-and put wrap them u-up, so you don't know w-what you're buying~" She said with a happy tone.
She then stopped, turned to Emerald with wide eyes as if she had realized something. "W-we should get y-you a portable CD P-player~!" She said, almost dragging him over to a shelf toward the front of the store, with a bunch of small, round plastic devices. "W-what kind should we g-get you~? Do y-you run a-around a lot? O-or just walk? You do f-flower arranging, so y-you may not n-need a sturdy b-built one..." She looked back at him with a Smile. "D-do you want one~?"
The song names Topaz showed to him were all unfamiliar, but he rather expected as much. Still—he read the whole thing, thought about it a bit. This was something important to her. If he wanted to get to know his sister properly... not from a distance, but really know her, she was all but handing him a branch with which to do so. He smiled and took the brown paper bag.
"Portable?" he repeated, following after her (willingly, though he felt that might not matter) to the store's front. The little devices didn't look much bigger than the "CD" devices themselves, but they did look like they'd easily fit into his saddlebag. He thought about the activities he usually did, and which ones would or wouldn't be suitable for hearing music with.
"I might prefer sturdy, actually... I do a lot of walking, a lot of running, sometimes in very dirty places or where it's easy to slip." He rubbed his chin, then smiled, turning to her. "I do believe I'll invest in one. They seem affordable, and it's high time I started catching up on things like this. Do you have any suggestions?"
Post by Topaz Dream on Apr 28, 2015 9:51:40 GMT -6
Topaz nodded to his suggestion of wanting a sturdier one. She spun back around looking toward the various ones and grabbed a green one and looking it over before turning back to him to show it to him. "T-this should do well f-for you. It's a S-sturdy case, and has a Clippy t-to hang it off of your s-saddlebag belt." She said with a smile, offering it to him for a lookover of his own.
She grabbed herself one of the paper bags of disks as well. She didn't mind if she had a few of the CDs already, she could always find someone who wanted them. She'd have to be careful carrying it in the same bag as her plant. HER PLANT! She almost forgot about it. She opened her bag and checked on it to make sure she didn't accidentally crush it with her excitement around the shop, and luckily it only seemed just a little squished. She'd have to be more careful until she got it home...
She looked back over to Emerald with a smile, pointing to a larger plastic box. Black with silver accents. "I'm S-saving up for t-that one. I've almost g-got enough. It c-can hold several CDs a-at a time, so you d-don't have to switch them out all t-the time. But f-for now, I have..." She pointed to another on the wall, much smaller with a few speakers.
He looked over the sturdy green player she offered. It did look nice and thick, and the belt clip was a good alternative to sticking it in his bag; the only trouble, he thought, was that it looked so... inelegant. Emerald liked to have a bit of a refined air going on, despite his decidedly unclean lines of work, and it felt like such a workhorse, even if it was a necessity for it to resist damage.
However; there was nothing to say he couldn't make it refined. He looked over it again, imagining painting a fine gold-dusted pattern over its green bulk, giving it a proper trim and a floral flourish. A smile broke over his face.
"It's perfect," he half-lied; it only wasn't perfect yet. "I believe I'll purchase it. Thank you, Topaz... this will make things much more interesting."
He followed the point of her hoof when she pointed out the bigger player. Now that was elegance; dark, brooding, square and Brutalist. But effective. Several discs without breaking a sweat. Oh, he understood her desire; compared to the little gray squat she said she already owned, that thing was the black tuxedo to her grey tweed.
"That one does look wonderful. I can see why you want it. But, it's the music that matters, though, isn't it?" he said, smiling a bit. "A good film is still a good film in any theatre."
However, he wasn't sure he wanted one of those things. His eyes kept drifting to the phonographs, those things that played the larger black discs. Big, and expensive, and a bit ostentatious, sure—but may Celestia's beard burn if they weren't beautiful.
Post by Topaz Dream on May 9, 2015 11:27:07 GMT -6
Topaz bought herself one of the Grabbags of music, and carefully put it in her bag next to her plant. Thanking the clerk, she let out a light giggle as he said she'd see her next week. IT wasn't a lie, she'd be in here again soon. She spent a lot of time here.
She paused, waiting for Emerald to catch up again, and smiled as he asked about the music being what mattered. "T-the music is wonderful. B-but It's n-not everything." She started, trying to think of a parallel. "It's l-like with a bouquet. Y-you can just get a h-handful of flowers, and t-that's just like h-having music. But w-with the proper care, l-like you were talking a-about. It becomes something m-more." She turned down a small street to a tall building, and opened the door, holding it open for Emerald before heading up the stairs to a door that read 2-B.
As she opened the door, Emerald would be hit with a glaringly simple apartment. White walls, a simple couch, a table with two chairs. A Kitchen was tucked away in one corner, and two doors were on the left side of the room. One leading to a spotless bedroom, the other to a restroom, almost glimmering in the limited light coming through the window. The only non-simple thing about the place was a shelf on one wall. The simple radio system Topaz had pointed out sitting on a small stand, with a /lot/ of CDs. Not nearly as many as the music store has, obviously, but still a sizable collection that shows Topaz had been visiting that store quite often.
She carefully set the plant on a counter in the kitchen where it could get some sun before making her way over to the radio and putting in a CD. A Simple cd from the Canterlot Fillyharmonic. She let it play for just a few moments before fiddling with something behind it. The sound seemed to change a little, now coming from speakers she had set up around the living room. Each playing its own notes. "S-see~? Acoustics are a m-must~" She said happily, gesturing toward the table and offering him a seat as she delicately started to open the brown paper package.
As they were leaving the store, Emerald made sure to maintain eye contact with the clerk just an extra moment. His chipper demeanor and sly little smile hadn't escaped notice—he didn't mean any implication by it. But the fellow knew now that his flirty tone with Topaz had not been unnoticed.
As they were on the way to her place, he thought over what she said, about flowers and music, the arrangements thereof. They were each more the sum of their parts; take the flowers from the pot, or the notes from the song, and all you're left with is a mutilated plant and a handful of tones. The beauty came from the choosing of these elements to represent something greater. Made sense.
Her apartment threw these thoughts into stark relief. She didn't have much, clearly, but what was there—and what wasn't—spoke. All very clean and orderly, nothing ornate or fancy or beyond her means, save for the music collection. A lady of simple tastes, fastidious and unassuming, but with a very particular passion. It was all parts that represented the whole; the whole of his sister.
It was a lot to take in. For a minute, he breathed slow, as if he was going to cry; but he didn't. Just got a little misty. He nudged the plant a bit closer to the sunlight, smiling at the entrance of music.
"You were right. Acoustics are a must," he repeated, walking in and taking the seat. "Thank you for inviting me in. Your home is quite telling, in the loveliest way." He watched her open up the brown package, craning his neck curiously. "What have you gotten, then? ... And what is this playing? I find it very charming. The high strings, in particular, have this nice refinement..."
Post by Topaz Dream on Jul 4, 2015 13:15:32 GMT -6
"This i-is the Canterlot Fillyharmonic. They perform at the Big b-building on M-main street~" She explained. "T-the deep, a-almost sad tones you're a-about to hear are from O-Octavia's Cello. P-probably my favorite out of a-all of them~" As she finished speaking, the sound of the Cello cut in, for the first few moments louder than the rest of the sounds before fading back into its place among the others.
"Hey! Y-you're in luck~" She said as she pulled the first disk out of the pack she got and offered it to him. "T-this is the same one I j-just put in~" She said with a little giggle. "That's one of the risks you take when getting t-the grab bags. T-though the others are n-new~ No n-names I recognize~!" She seemed really happy about not knowing the bands yet, obviously excited to discover something new.
Topaz smiled for a moment as Emerald appraised her apartment. "I g-got hired by a maid service t-that deals with a l-lot of wealthy ponies a-around Canterlot who are t-too busy to keep up-to-d-date on their cleaning. S-so, they h-hire someone else t-to do it. S-so, I make e-enough to afford the apartment and a little e-extra spending for my m-music. And o-of course, f-food and drink for m-myself." She said with a smile. Which turned to shock pretty quickly.
"I n-never offered you anything to d-drink! A-are you thirsty?" She asked, hopping up and scampering over to the kitchen and looking about. I h-have Water, and...." She paused, smiling back at him almost nervously. "Hotter Water." She said.
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