Do- A deer, a female deer
She awoke and kept very still, breathing very slow and steady. She would hear Juniper stirring and knew she had yet another nightmare. Juniper had hedged about what was wrong from prior nightmares but she knew it was about her concerns of falling from grace. No amount of assurances could convince her that Nebulun was abandoning her.
Re- A drop of golden sun
She yawned and would get up, humming softly to herself with a smile as she would set about the day orchestrating yet another masterpiece. The humming machines providing the perfect backdrop rhythm. No sound was ever in discord she would promise herself mentally as she began her typical day as a daughter to the Bottlesocket family.
"The Bottlesocket family established this place long before her time, about 150 years ago or so, and ever since the moment it opened its doors, the business has been expanding constantly. Not long after that grand opening they added a workshop and over the years several halls, turning the place into a little factory for simple automates, clockwork products and similar products. About five years ago she and her sister were adopted by the Bottlesockets for a reason she could only guess about. The idea was that their little slender fingers were particularly good at making the smaller and thus much more complicated clockworks." Pixel would learn from Juniper that she felt there was more to it than fingers but she would just smile and shrug, her slender body seeming to be always in motion of dancing to a song no one else could seem to hear.
Me- A name I call myself
"Here." She would raise her hand and roll her eyes when the teacher was not looking. School was the one place where she would not be so happy. The teachers constantly rapping the back of her head to pull her out of her orchestration. She sighed and went back to work on her project. The object being a square box with many ornate designs of flowers in a field under a silvery sunlit sky. when opened music would come forth from the small cylinder with many small bumps on it. as it rotated small keys would strike down and produce a sound. She was quite proud of the music box even though the teacher gave her an Failing mark for it.
Fa- A long long way to run
When Juniper got into the high house Pixel bit her lower lip and resigned herself into making the boring items the teachers demanded. She loved her sister and she was not going to stay where she was and so began the long chore. she left her song behind in order to buckle down and produce what they wanted. Such creations came easy to her however even if they lacked the creative juices she desired. At 13 and one half years she produced the automated sweeper and was admitted into the high house.
Hidden: show
On the very first day Pixel established herself as the one not to be trifled with. She was sitting at a lunch table that she had painstakingly spent ten minutes cleaning off the mud and muck from the accumulated soot, oil, and rain when a solid yank came from her ponytail. Her head whipped back and she yelped involuntarily. she looked back to see a group of boys snickering with the largest closest and the culprit to the attack. She stood calmly and turned to face the pack, her light brown eyes smoldering with anger and humiliation. She then quite calmly and with deliberation began to speak to the group in what could only be described as a sing song chant. As the bereavement continued the boys would slowly lower there gaze as if feeling a physical injury. It was only after the largest bully collapsed into the mud on the floor that she stopped her punishing words. After that all the boys kept as far away as possible. The girls however seemed drawn to her and her songs.
La, a note to follow So
Running............. she turned the corner in the stairwell and screamed as the slimy creature with 1000 grinding teeth focused its movable eyestalks upon her and then began its slow progress towards her. "GO AWAY!" She pokes at the gaint snail only to have the tip get stuck on its sticky slime covered skin. With a yank she pulls it free and lands on her bottom with a thud, the wind knocked out of her. She watched helplessly out of breath as the snails encroached closer and closer toward her.
"Please.... Please", she gasped as she caught her breath and stood on shaky legs to clamber up the last flight of stairs. When she reached the last floor she saw the open window and lunged towards it. At the window she looked down in sick horror to see the entire tower swarming with the vile slime covered monsters. Gulping air for courage she reached up to the eve of the roof and pulled herself up. She almost slipped but for the sharp edge of one of the tiles catching a hold of her dress and a large section of her skin, tearing both in a ragged 7 inch jagged line. She muttered a prayer and the bleeding stopped but it was unable to heal her completely.
Her vision grew narrow for precious moments as the pain throbbed on her thigh from the deep gash. Looking toward the roof edge an eyestalk arose and focused on the young girl. She pulled her sword and swiped and watched in sick morbid fascination as the eyestalk fell with a plop at her feet, a greenish ichor seeping from the damaged stalk. She whimpered in fear as more eyeslalks emerged from the roof edge. She shuffled back on her butt until she felt the edge of the lightning rod on the top of the roof. With a heave and a wince of pain she used the brace to stand, her weapon held up in a fighting stance. Her eyes dull and lifeless as the army of teeth slowly crawled towards her last stand.
Hidden: show
Tea, a drink with jam and bread
Initially he did not appear like the other boys. Sitting in the classroom alone Pixel felt somehow drawn to the younger boy.
That will lead us back to Do, oh, oh, oh