An Unlikely Bond
After two years of being in Neopia, Lexa has asked me to
do some research on her pet's histories. Since it would be the easiest, I decided
to start with my two big sisters' story of how they met. If this ever makes it,
I plan to tell the tale of my other big sister, Windellaiani. If you enjoy reading
this one, that's what's coming up next.
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An undersized green baby Ixi was weeping, salty
tears pooling around her glossy ebony hooves. Not because she was saddened,
but because it was vital to get herself damp. And tears were soothing water.
Soothing, soothing water, washing away the heat and comforting her chapped skin.
In actual reality, she was a tiny bit sad, but not nearly in the least a sufficient
amount to make her cry.
She was lying in the dappled shade beneath the
Money Tree, trying to descend into the inky depths of sleep in the cool grass.
She was in a distant land, an impossible seeming distance from her home, and
a rather skittish in this new, landlocked region. Her mother had been lost at
sea while captive on a pirate ship. She had been kidnapped by some of Neopia's
most feared pirates, though luckily, the petite baby Ixi was ignored and forgotten.
She had dived in the sea to try to follow, but
had been caught in a tremendous storm, which had swept her to her present location.
She just prayed her mother was out of harm's way. Her unfamiliar father, well,
there was no reaching him at this point. Her brothers and sisters, if they were
more than mere figments of her imagination, would be with her father, far away.
A blue Aisha plushie landed with a sigh of fabric
in the thick grass at her feet, the only visible donation within reach. That
was strange; most Money Tree donations were snatched within milliseconds. Still,
a companion was a companion, no matter how small or insignificant. As she reached
for the tiny plushie, she heard a frantic voice, "No, please don't take that!"
To this day, years later, the Ixi still doesn't
know why she halted. But she did halt, and the plushie was deftly scooped up
by the filthiest blue baby Uni the Ixi had ever seen. When you think of how
fresh and tidy your average Uni is, this wasn't all that dirty. The plushie
was carefully placed in a bag on the Uni's back, like it was riches from a palace
treasury, or a relic of miraculous power.
"Thank you so much, I was sure you were going
to take it," the Uni gushed, "and I really woul-what exactly are you?"
With some pride, the Ixi announced, chest puffed
out, "I am an Ixi from Meridell."
"Meridell, you mean that boring little kingdom
I see from the sky?"
"Meridell is not - okay, maybe it is a bit boring,"
the Ixi admitted grudgingly, with a scowl.
The Uni continued, without pause, "I've never
been to Meridell, it's not really my kind of place, too down-to-earth, not to
mention woodsy. You can barely see the ground from the sky, and therefore could
barely see the sky from the ground. I hate the ground. I like the air a lot
better. I was born on a cloud after all. I like open air places like this. Beaches
are nice too. Someday I would like to live by the sea. Like Tawnia. I want to
be an island Uni like her someday. And gather seashells. And frolic in the foam
and spray. Roo Island would be nice. It's small and not too crowded. I would
have plenty of room to run. And I'm sure there are seashells there. And King
Roo is awful nice. He's never mean or unhappy. Not since that Dice-A-Roo came
to be. I wonder if I'll ever discover the mysteries behind Count Von Roo. He
seems to be hiding something. I wonder what. It would be a grand adventure.
Why are you crying?" the Uni finally ceased her chatter to question.
"To get myself wet," responded the Ixi, indignantly.
"Why do you want to be wet, and why are you crying
instead of going to a fountain or a stream? And how did you get here from Meridell?
"ENOUGH WITH THE QUESTIONS ALREADY!!!!!"
The Uni was effectively silenced for perhaps
half a minute.
"Okay, I got here because I swam. I'm crying
because I want saltwater. And I want to be wet because my father was a sea Ixi.
AND NO MORE QUESTIONS. I at least get to ask some of my own."
"Firstly, why aren't you spotless? All of the
Unis I've ever seen were like that. Second, why are you so obsessive about that
plushie? And third..." The Ixi paused before sheepishly muttering, "You wouldn't
happen to have anything to eat, would you?"
The Uni snickered and pulled a Tchea fruit out
of a bag slung over her back. She dangled it in front of the Ixi's face, grinning
at the Ixi's tortured expression, until the Ixi speared it with one of her horns,
dripping mouth-watering juice all over her face. The Uni sighed dramatically
at the Ixi's lack of common sense and used her elongated horn to remove the
fruit from the Ixi's stocky one. Not caring what it was, the Ixi ate. As she
did, the Uni replied to her questions. "I'm not spotless because I don't want
to be. And if you were wondering, the flowers and seaweed in my mane are from
Mystery Island. I was collecting seashells with Tawnia. The dust on my face
is from Faerieland. It's faerie dust. And the sand on my hooves is from the
Lost Desert. I was visiting the shrine. King Coltzan gave me that fruit. I obsess
about the plushie because it is my only possession."
"Lost Desert, Faerieland?"
"No one knows about the Lost Desert. It can only
be seen from the sky, and Faerieland is where faeries live. It's also where
I'm from. I fled from there. I hate large families. I have at least six sisters
and eight brothers."
The Ixi slurped up the last of the messy, juicy
fruit. She then inquired with a grin, "I've heard Unis are pretty fast; care
for a race?"
The Uni met her dangerous gaze with an outlandish
light in her eyes. "You. Are. On."
"From here to the Soup Faerie," declared the
Ixi. "On three. One, two, and, THREE!"
The two were off like pet rocks on Opposite Day.
Some pets and their owners paused in their activities to watch the two burn
past them. No pets have ever been that swift. They were just about neck and
neck, when directly in front of them loomed a outsized ridge in the earth. The
Ixi laughed. "There's absolutely no way a Uni can jump that high. You'll have
to go around."
The Ixi leaped, but was amazed to see the Uni
leaping too. Each was straining to reach the crest... The Ixi barely made it,
hooves clattering on the peak, skidding across, halting just at the edge. The
Soup Faerie was dead ahead, nearly close enough to touch it seemed. She could
make it with one proper spring. Effortless. A silhouette passed over her, scaring
the daylights out of her. She peered up. To her utter amazement, the Uni was
high above her, and not landing. 'She's flying!' thought the Ixi.
Before she could even jump down, the Uni was
gracefully landing at the finish line. With a smug expression on her face, the
Uni glided to the stunned Ixi, and alit just next to her. She carefully folded
her wings away. "Okay, you got lucky this time. Now as your reward, I will tell
you my name. It's Aroriani, but please call me Rory."
"If you call me Rose. My full name is Rosieallaba."
"Gotcha, Rosie," smirked Aroriani.
"Of course, Rina," grinned Rosieallaba.
The two laughed, and jumped down. Inside the
Soup Faerie's home, the Soup Faerie smiled. "Hello, Rose. You made a friend,
Rosieallaba piped up, "Yes, I-"
She was interrupted rather rudely by Aroriani.
"She's not my friend. I'm just waiting for the opportunity to beat her."
"You meanie, I beat you fair and square!"
"I would have beaten you if you hadn't flown!"
As the two squabbled, the Soup Faerie smiled,
"Well then, Rory, I suppose some soup might strengthen you."
Disclosing no more, and only smiling at Aroriani's
query, she ladled two bowls of soup for them. They both lapped it up noisily.
As they ate, the Soup Faerie pulled out a brush and began to untangle their
fur. Rosieallaba's was especially difficult. As she finished with the brush
on Aroriani, she noticed, "You have a few black and red streaks, is your mother
a fire Ixi?"
Aroriani nodded, and continued eating.
"Who is your father?"
"A sea Ixi. My mother said he is very kind and
misses us very much. Someday, I will find a way to go down there and find him."
The Soup Faerie smiled, and set a hand on each
of Aroriani's horns. Aroriani felt a weird tingle pass through her body, and
for an instant she knew something, but then it faded away, like a forgotten
memory, a butterfly, forever being chased on a summer's day. Aroriani looked
confusedly at the Soup Faerie, who turned away. From a small box, she drew a
bead, which she placed in another box. Rosieallaba piped up, "Miss Soup Faerie,
could you continue reading that story? Please?"
"Of course, Rose." She beckoned the two into
a back room, which was extraordinarily clean and had a rug, a bed, a chest of
drawers, a lamp, and a bookshelf. From this, she took a small peacock book,
and, sitting down, began to read. To an audience of snores. She set aside the
book, and gently carried the two small pets outside and laid them gently under
a tree where they slept. This was how my owner found them. She first took Rosieallaba
home, and then as soon as possible came back for Aroriani. And that was how
a Uni from Faerieland and an Ixi from Meridell and Maraqua became friends. To
this day, Rosieallaba strives for an Island Paint Brush. And Aroriani is ever
searching for the pieces of the secret lab map to give her excellent stats to
defeat Rosieallaba and to one day awaken her sea blood and give her the chance
to search for her father and for her brothers and sisters that she never knew.
One can never discern what lurks beneath the waters of Neopia.