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Post by mei on Oct 30, 2011 21:15:16 GMT -5
It was rather bothersome being cooped up in a dorm sometimes. Mei did study a lot, both for school and to better learn English. She would ask Bang Bang to help her but…well, it wasn’t that she didn’t trust her she just wondered if it would be a good idea or not. She had a rather colorful vocabulary after all. Sometimes she said things and Mei had no idea what they meant. This both intrigued and terrified her, but nonetheless she just needed to be outside sometimes. She was a farm girl after all, fresh air was essential to her survival. Sure that there had to be a park somewhere within the confines of Death City, Mei had gone wandering and sure enough, she’d found one eventually. Currently walking along the pathways glancing about, she was surprised that there weren’t more people out and about. It was a lovely day. A bit cloudy perhaps, but Mei couldn’t spot any signs of rain. She’d lived on a farm planting crops and the like; she had learned to read the weather rather early on. A small group of children ran by her and she smiled. She wondered how her own sister was doing. Nuo was far more confident and independent than she had ever been. Mei had always been shy and rather nervous around people while Nuo had always been extroverted to an extreme and never really afraid of anything. The two sisters were like night and day when it came to their personalities. Still, Mei hoped she was doing alright. She knew that her aunt and cousins would take good care of her baby sister. She would also likely get a call from home sometime during the week. It was rare that the two didn’t speak over the phone at some point during the course of the month. No call meant that Mei would worry even more than usual. Thinking of the shenanigans her sister must be getting up to without Mei’s vigilance upon her made the Chinese girl smile to herself. Comparing Nuo to a firework would be accurate. Feeling in higher spirits with that thought, Mei began singing softly to herself.What Mei didn’t notice was that the small group of children was now watching her singing. First a little girl began walking behind her, humming along as best she could. Then a little boy, then the next child, then the next until she had a line of five back up hummers following her. Hearing them finally, Mei turned and turned a bit red. She knew she was a good singer, but children made her somewhat nervous in their innocence. Kneeling down to their level, she smiled at the little girl, “W-would you a-and y-your friends l-like to learn?”The children nodded and Mei clapped her hands together, ”P-please, r-repeat the w-words if y-you can.”Within minutes, the children were clapping their hands and singing along with Mei off to the side of the little playground. A few of the parents had wandered over to watch and were smiling. Mei was too, which was rather uncharacteristic of her. The music was what was making her more comfortable though.
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Post by wesley on Oct 31, 2011 1:44:37 GMT -5
Wesley had skipped lunch to do things. He had been purposefully vague to his mother, who had raised an eyebrow but asked no further. The truth was, Wesley hadn't had a solid plan. He simply wanted some time alone. Usually, he was a social guy, but sometimes you need a break. Instead of joining the family for quality time, Wesley had grabbed an apple and headed outside into the cold(ish) Nevada fall.
As he ate, Wesley sort of sauntered around, glancing at the sky. It didn't quite look like rain, but there was the very small hint of moisture in the air and some suspicious clouds about. Taking another bite of the apple and wondering if it would turn into a thunderstorm, he strolled down the street. His wandering took him past the park - not unexpected, but he hadn't realized that he'd walked so far. He paused, noticing a girl surrounded a bunch of children.
Generally, this wouldn't stop Wesley. He'd keep walking and not bother. What made him interested was the fact that they were singing and that it didn't seem to be in English. Coming to a stop on the sidewalk, Wesley continued eating his apple as he watched (and listened) to the younger kids repeating and singing and giggling, shoving each other bashfully. Wesley didn't know the song - it was, after all, in a language he couldn't pick out - but it was nice. Well, as nice as it could get from a group of little kids. Wesley had no idea if they were off-key.
It wasn't until the patient parents collected their children and waved, walking off, that Wesley walked up to the woman who had been teaching them. As he neared, he noticed that she was younger than he had thought - around his age, from the look of it.
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Post by mei on Oct 31, 2011 17:44:32 GMT -5
The children had done much better with the song than Mei had expected them to. Then again, she supposed children had a better ear for tone of voice than adults. Chinese was easy if one had an ear for music after all. Being able to recognize the four different tones of voice used was half the challenge, really. Waving to the kids as their parents collected them and wandered off, Mei stood up and smiled. It was proving to be a good day. Any day could be made better with the right music, though. She hoped it hadn’t been too much trouble for the parents to have her singing with their children. Mei would have hated to hold them up if they had previously made plans after all.
Mei still hummed the tune softly to herself. She turned to start walking down the path once more when she spotted a young man around her age. Perhaps he’d heard the music and paused to listen. This didn’t stop Mei from being the awkward moron she always was around boys. For a moment she simply stared at the blonde before turning slightly red and averting her gaze. This was highly improper. By her family traditions a boy and girl should never be in the same vicinity unsupervised. Ever. Mei fidgeted and pushed her glasses further up on her nose despite that they weren’t even slightly crooked. A nervous habit.
Oh, but it was rude to just stand there awkwardly. She should at least say hello, shouldn’t she? Mei couldn’t decide. On the one hand it was polite, and on the other her aunt would have a stroke. In Mei’s mind her aunt had a sixth sense when it came to this sort of thing. She just knew it. Glancing up at the boy in question rather nervously, Mei decided manners were to override tradition in this scenario. The Chinese girl bowed awkwardly,
“H-hello.”
Straightening back up, she hoped that she wasn’t appearing too strange to the newcomer. Mei knew she was awkward and that she stuttered, and that she would likely lapse into Chinese without really realizing eventually but she could hope that things wouldn’t be too terribly odd.
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Post by wesley on Nov 5, 2011 1:54:20 GMT -5
Unsure why Mei was bowing, Wesley bowed back at her with a slightly bemused look on his face. It was obvious that English was a second language - the way she said "hello" had told him that much. He noted she had a bit of a stutter, which instantly put him at ease. Wesley didn't often meet others with speech impediments. This was probably why he was so enthusiastic about greeting the poor girl.
"H-hey!" He beamed. "My nuh-nuh-nuh-name is Wesley. Wesley Lincoln. Everyone ca-calls me Wes. Or Luh-luh-lee." He winced at his stuttering, his grin sliding into a more sheepish smile. "S-s-orry about my stutter. I can't h-h-help it."
Embarrassed, he took another bite of apple and kicked the dirt at his feet. He began to say something, but his mouth was full. Chewing quickly and holding his hand over his mouth (turning a bit red in the process because nothing says "classy man" like spitting out apple bits at a cutie), he swallowed as quickly as he could and coughed out, "Are you attending Shi-shibusen?" Wesley cleared his throat and continued. "I, uh. Lots of p-p-p-people go there," he said. Thinking of something else, his face lit up and he added, "I heard yuh-yuh-you singing. Kind of. What suh-song was th-that?"
Realizing he hadn't given the girl much space to talk, he now stopped, continuing to eat his apple. Now that he got a good look at her, she was really pretty adorable. She had these braids - years of teasing his younger sister gave him the strange desire to pull on them, but he immediately felt guilty for thinking of it.
His mind was brimming with questions for her - where was she from? Was she a Weapon? Is that accent real? Did she live here in Nevada? Did she move from somewhere else? Did she play a crazy instrument? Did she even play an instrument?
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Post by mei on Nov 5, 2011 15:35:32 GMT -5
Hearing the boy now known as Wesley stutter made Mei relax just alittle buit. She was still a bit nervous though, as she usually was around boys. Fidgetting, the Chinese girl took a great interest in her feet before realizing that she hadn’t really introduced herself. She’d merely greeted him to avoid an awkward staring contest or something else equally distressing. Bowing once again she remembered to actually say her name this time around,
“M-my name i-is Yin Mei Fu. I-i-it is n-nice to m-meet you, W-Wesley!”
Straightening up, Mei fiddled with her glasses and pushed them up higher on the bridge of her nose once again,
“P-please, d-do not a-apologize, i-it’s a-alright t-to..er.m..s-stutter.”
Mei tried her best to look the young man in the eye. Eye contact was polite and generally entailed confidence. But her nerves failed her and she wound up looking back down at her shoes. How long had those scuffs been there? Mei heard him try to say something and looked up only to see him half choke on a bite of apple. She held a hand over her mouth and giggled some at the sight. It was rather endearing. Hearing his question about Shibusen Mei wondered if this Wesley character was a Meister or a Weapon like herself. She had yet to find a Meister and it would be rather fortuitous should he happen to be one,
“Y-yes. Wo, er, I-I am a-a student a-at Shibusen. A-a Weapon t-to be e-exact. Do y-you g-go there a-a-also?”
Wesley then mentioned her singing. Mei blushed. She did singing public often if she went out. She couldn’t help it, she had music in her soul and it was something she was quite good at. Giving him a shy smile, she answered his question,
“B-Beijing Huanying Ni. Erm, E-English t-translation is B-Beijing W-Welcomes You. I-It w-was the s-song f-for the B-Beijing O-Olympics.”
Meeting his gaze just long enough to see he was staring at her, Mei once again blushed and made her eyes look elsewhere. There was a bird perched on one of the nearby swings. She wondered if she’d seen the children playing and wished to mimic them.
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Post by wesley on Nov 5, 2011 18:42:27 GMT -5
"Nice ta meecha, too, Y-Yin," Wesley replied politely, completely misunderstanding how Chinese names worked. "I guess it's all right tuh-tuh-to stutter, but I stil feel buh-buh-bad." He flushed. "It can be h-h-hard to understand suh-sometimes."
He lapsed into silence, lost in his own thoughts. Sudden memories of teasing from grade school came back. "Oh, hey, it's Wuh-wuh-wesley!" It didn't so much upset Wesley anymore as annoy him, and even then it was just teasing. He had shrugged it off easily back then, and still did. Someday, though, he'd get rid of this stupid stutter for good-
She had said something. Wesley stared at her blankly as he filtered her words though his brain again, brightening up when he heard she was a Weapon. "That's excellent! I'm a Meister." Trying to be aloof, he casually took a bite of apple and leaned against the fence to their right. "So, uh, d-d-do you have a partner?" He buffed his nails on his shirt and tried not to look over-interested. "I don't h-h-h-have a Weapon p-p-p-partner yet. If you'd wanna, uh, t-t-t-t-team up?" Wesley gave her what he hoped was his Charming Smile, but was probably a great deal goofier than his imagination portrayed.
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Post by mei on Nov 5, 2011 19:41:19 GMT -5
Oh, oops. Mei continually forgot that in America you were supposed to say your first name and then your last name, not the other way around. Turning slightly redder than she already was, she quickly tried to correct her mistake,
“Erm, M-Mei is m-my first n-name. Y-Yin is s-s-surname. I-I a-apologize, m-my E-English still n-needs p-practice.”
This was so embarrassing. Mei couldn’t believe she’d forgotten that. It was one of the first things she’d learned, but she still couldn’t seem to get it through her head how English grammar worked sometimes. Looking at the ground, she placed one of her hands on her face in an attempt to hide how red she was turning.
Wesley seemed to become more cheerful the instant she said she was a Weapon. Mei found out why when the blonde stated that he was a Meister. Mei instantly felt an overwhelming sense of hope. Did he have a partner yet? Why would be bother stating he was a Meister if he didn’t already have a partner? Oh wait, she’d asked him. Mei resisted the urge to conk herself on the head for her foolishness. She needed to quit being so forgetful, it really was a terrible trait to exhibit.
Mei blinked a bit in confusion at his next question. He wanted to team up with her? Really? Her of all people? He didn’t even know what her Weapon form was yet. Wait, what was she saying? An opportunity this good was highly unlikely to present itself a second time! Seeing him smile, Mei did as well and nodded,
”Of course! I-I would b-be honored!”
This was fantastic! Only a few days in Death City and she’d already found a partner. Mei could scarcely contain her excitement. But then of course her low self esteem saw that she was brimming with joy and decided that simply wouldn’t do. What if once he found out she was a Jian he changed his mind? Maybe Wesley couldn’t handle swords. Wonderful, now she was nervous. Mei fiddled with the end of one of her braids and bit her lip. Well, she may as well ask,
”Erm, m-my Weapon f-form is a-a Jian. W-would you like t-to see?”
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Post by wesley on Nov 5, 2011 20:52:41 GMT -5
"No woh-woh-worries," Wesley said, feeling slightly bad. "It's not y-y-y-your f-f-f-f-fault! It's muh-muh-muh-my b-b-b-bad." He flushed. She looked so embarrassed! She was struggling with English and here he was, not making it any easier.
Speaking of which. Did she just say jeans...? Her accent was a bit thick. Wesley suddenly regretted not knowing her weapon form before asking. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with the idea of a girl turning into pants he'd have to wear - and how would that even work? Not wanting to be rude, he flashed another smile at her. It could just be a translation error, after all.
"Sure, I'd luh-love to see your Weapon f-f-f-f-f-form."
Although, as his teenage brain filtered that idea, that would pretty sweet - but then there were problems that Wesley didn't really want to think about, out of embarrassment, that had nothing to do with Kishin Eggs. And Mei was cute, but if she was a pair of Demon Jeans, Wesley felt that they had to know each other for a bit longer before he would try any human-pants on. And what if they didn't fit? He didn't want to have to be pulling them up because they were sagging down to his butt - or worse, fighting in jeans so small they were glorified tights. He was sure that Mei would understand.
So Edwin just sort of waited to see what would happen, turning over all these possibilities in his mind. After all, he thought, who else could say that they couldn't partner up because the weapon didn't fit right and chafed? It was an amusing thought.
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Post by mei on Nov 6, 2011 17:36:39 GMT -5
Mei felt slightly guilty now. Now they were both embarrassed because of her mistake, Wesley even seemed to stutter a bit more. She hoped she hadn’t upset him too much. Biting her lip, Mei looked at her shoes again. She really needed to stop looking at her feet, there weren’t all that interesting. Neither were her shoes, really, she’d had them for maybe three years now. Looking back up at him, though, he did smile at her. Perhaps she was worrying too much. It was very likely considering that the smallest little things tended to make her worry herself sick, practically. Right then, now Mei needed to focus. She could have easily just used her partial form to give Wes an idea of what he was getting into. That seemed rather lazy though as far as ideas went. A small smile crept onto her face and Mei closed her eyes. A moment later her body was enveloped in a golden glow as she changed. Rather than a Chinese girl, a Demon Jian now lay on the ground where Mei stood. Mei herself felt a sinking feeling as she switched forms, as if she were falling. Kicking her feet to rid herself of the feeling, the toes of her shoes touched solid ground and the rustle of grass could be heard. Opening her eyes, Mei was no longer standing in the park before Wesley but instead drifting in darkness. She wondered briefly what it was she was standing on. Shuffling her feet, the noise made her guess it was grass. She hoped her Weapon form wasn’t too daunting. What with the design etched into the blade of the Chinese sword, and the Shishi on the hilt plus the intricately woven tassel the whole was much fancier than Mei herself would likely ever be. She was becoming nervous again. What is Wesley couldn’t handle a sword for a Weapon? Of course he could always learn, but that would be so much work. Mei tried her best to drive such thoughts out of her mind; this was not going to help her in the slightest. She wouldn’t know until she asked or until Wes said something anyway whether this would work or not. Mei built up the courage to question him, “W-What d-do you t-think? C-Can you u-use a s-sword?”Oh, she hoped he said yes. To have him say no would be a kick in the chest at this point; it would be a horrible blow to her self esteem. There would always be other Meisters around, but Wesley just seemed so nice, plus who knew if she would actually be able to find another partner this easily.
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Post by wesley on Nov 7, 2011 0:23:53 GMT -5
Bending down and picking up the sword, Wesley was relieved that she wasn't a pair of Demon Jeans at all. Mei had turned into an ornate sword, and Wesley turned it over in his hands as he inspected it. He wasn't really sure what to do with it - it was a sword, plain and simple. The meister had used play swords in the past, and so kind of had an idea of how to use them, but nothing formal by any stretch of the imagination. He did an experimental swing and chop, testing the balance, and wasn't surprised to see that it handled better than his old wooden play-sword.
It only now dawned on him that she had said "Jian," not "jeans." Wesley knew very little about the different kinds of swords, but his dad had given him a book on them once and he had only just begun the chapter titled "Swords From The East" when his older brother Norman stole it. He had stolen it back from Norman's room, of course, and read about Jians briefly before Norman took it back and told him not to go into his room again, loser- and there had been a fight, cut short because Antole had pulled the two off each other and taken the book for himself.
Wesley couldn't remember really anything about Jians, but he knew that they were a sword and they stabbed and it hurt enemies and that was good enough for him. He answered Mei's question with a very optimistic, "Hell y-y-y-y-eah!"
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Post by mei on Nov 9, 2011 21:20:37 GMT -5
That meant yes. That meant yes! Any nervousness or doubt that Mei had possessed was suddenly gone. The worries just disappeared; they didn’t seem to matter anymore. She couldn’t think of a downside to the situation, she was simply too overcome with joy to create doubt within her mind. Mei’s reflection appeared along the blade and she smiled brightly,
“Nà tài hǎole! Wǒmen jiāng yīgè jīngcǎi de tuánduì, wǒ kěyǐ kěndìng de!” ((That’s wonderful! We’ll make a wonderful team, I’m sure of it!))
Oops, that was Chinese. No Chinese, that was not the language she wanted. Mei mentally kicked herself for getting so excited and corrected herself,
“I-I a-a-apologize, I-I m-meant t-to say t-this i-is w-wonderful! I-I’m s-sure w-w-we’ll b-be a g-great team!”
A great team for sure if she could finally get a handle on her English. Oh, but this was such a wonderful feeling, being so happy. Mei hadn’t been so giddy in what felt like forever. She’d left China still in mourning, and now things finally seemed to be looking up. Oh, this was so wonderful! But what was next? Pondering that question, Mei couldn’t really think of an answer. Of course now they would go on missions together, but she doubted that would occur right this second. Did they simply part ways until it was mission time? She thought that a bit coldhearted and so decided that likely wasn’t the correct course of action. In all honesty, she wanted to learn more about Wesley now that they would be partners. Curiosity and all that. Rather than leave herself to her thoughts she decided that it may be in her best interest to also ask her partner what to do,
“Um…w-what h-happens now?”
Perhaps not the most confident of questions, but her stutter didn’t really help things ever. Until she had a firm understanding of English, her stutter would always remain. If anything, though, Mei would only study the language even more now. She would need to be able to communicate clearly with Wesley if they were to survive missions, after all.
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Post by wesley on Nov 10, 2011 2:37:25 GMT -5
Wesley's mouth quirked into a half smile. He had a feeling he was going to be helping Mei with her speech - what an irony! Not that he minded, of course. Rarely did he ever feel like he was the one who had a better grip on English. Poor Mei was a bundle of nerves. Wesley turned the sword over in his hands, thinking.
Carefully, he stuck the sword into the ground. He wasn't really sure the proper etiquette to follow when you're waiting for a girl to turn back into a human, but he had the vague idea that he shouldn't be holding onto her when she did (at least, in this stage of their relationship. He had, after all, just met her). It was only after he had done so that he answered her question.
"I d-d-d-don't know," he shrugged, not too worried. "We don't really have t-t-t-t-t-to do anything. We juh-juh-just met." He chucked his apple into a nearby trashcan, and it hit the rim and bounced off. As he ran over and stooped to retrieve it, he looked back at Mei, turning his body so he could see her as he walked back to the trash bin. "I figure we just get to know each other at th-th-th-this puh-puh-point." He dropped the apple into the bin and smiled as it made a satisfying thock sound at the bottom. Turning his green eyes on Mei, his smile turned into a full-on grin. "But if you're out of ideas, I guess you could tuh-tuh-teach me that song you were singing earlier? It was really pretty."
This was true. Although Wesley was crap at any language other than English (and even then he wasn't that good), she hadn't looked nervous when she was with the kids and he was half afraid her head would blow up if she turned any more red.
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Post by mei on Nov 11, 2011 1:42:23 GMT -5
Mei waited for Wes to set her down before changing back into her human form. It would be awkward to simply turn back into a girl while he was still holding her, and highly improper. She’d only just met him after all. The golden glow returned to envelope the Demon Jian. When the light receded, Mei stood once again as a teenaged Chinese girl, albeit this time smiling with a bit more confidence. She kicked idly at the ground and pondered Wesley’s answer. True, she could just return to the dorms. But where was the fun in that? Now that they were for sure a team Mei would like to get to know the young man a bit better apart from just his name and his stutter.
Apparently he had the same idea and stated as much as he tried to toss the apple core in a trash bin. He missed and Mei giggled softly watching him wander over to pick it up and drop it in. Mei pushed her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose once again. She really needed to stop that. She hadn’t expected him to want to learn the song she’d been singing earlier. The two seemed to share an interest in music but still, it was in Chinese and rather difficult. Then again, the children had done just fine in their tones and pronunciations, so why wouldn’t Wesley? Mei merely needed to have faith was all, she decided. Daring to become excited once again, Mei clapped her hands together and smiled quite brightly at her new Meister,
“R-r-really? I-I m-mean, erm, o-of course! I-I w-would be v-v-very happy to t-teach you!”
To say Mei was happy that Wesley seemed interested in learning a song in Chinese was a bit of an understatement. In truth, the Chinese girl was elated, absolutely joyous. She was no longer blushing, although that could easily change know her tendency to be awkward around boys, but still. She would soon need to overcome that with a male Meister after all. It would just take some getting used to, plus the overwhelming sense of joy she had was distracting her well enough from her usually traditional thoughts.
Mei didn’t necessarily walk but instead more trotted over to a grinning Wesley and stood beside him smiling a bit shyly still. Still unable to keep eye contact, Mei once again looked down at the grass beneath her feet,
“S-Should I s-sing o-one more t-time, o-or w-would you l-like to t-try s-sing along?”
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Post by wesley on Nov 11, 2011 3:28:04 GMT -5
Shrugging and sticking his hands in his back pockets, Wesley said, "Whatever's easiest for you." Secretly, he was pretty damn proud of himself. He had been sure that Mei's awkwardness and unease would lessen if he brought up a subject she loved - it had been a bit of a long shot, but it had worked, and that was all that mattered. He wasn't sure what he would do if it hadn't worked - probably just stood there awkwardly, he supposed. It was nice to see her looking excited as opposed to nervous, though - she was much cuter when she didn't look like she was about to run off in a fit of anxiety.
He walked back toward Mei and resumed leaning on the fence, putting all his weight on his left leg and bending the other. The air smelled like rain and he could feel it getting chilly - well, chilly for Nevada. Wesley's eyes flicked up to watch the slow movement of the dark clouds ahead, but then back to Mei. He gave her another broad grin (his default expression, usually) and looked expectant as he waited for her (presumably expert) teaching. If she could get little kids to sing in what sounded to him like passable Chinese, she'd probably do well with him. Singing was the only thing that Wesley could do with 100% confidence, as he didn't stutter or trip up his words when he did. It's why he took up singing in the first place - his speech therapist had recommended it, and Wesley had since been extremely grateful to her.
It didn't hurt that girls totally dig musicians.
As he waited for Mei to begin the impromptu lesson, Wesley vaguely thought about what his brothers would say when they found out he'd gotten a cute International student as his Weapon partner. He wondered what his father would say about him going off to Shibusen at all. He didn't talk to anyone much in the first place, and Wesley could count on one hand the amount of times they'd had family dinners including his father. He wasn't a mean person, but Mr. Lincoln was the epitome of an overworked, absent father. As he thought of it, Wesley's sunny smile clouded over to match the current weather, suddenly becoming pensive.
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Post by mei on Nov 11, 2011 17:13:12 GMT -5
Mei thought for a moment. Which would be easiest for her? She could very easily just sing the song once again and hope he could follow along. Then again it may be more helpful to Wes if she slowly go through each verse and then have him repeat after her. Tilting her head up at the clouds, she weighed her options while taking in the darkening sky. It seemed that rain may be imminent after all. Perhaps she should hurry and make a decision before rain drops began to fall. Smiling still, Mei began singing, albeit not as softly as she had with the children. She had been nervous under the watchful eyes of the adults, but she knew her voice was quite good and sang with more confidence now that it was only her and her Meister.
The only difference now was that she sang a bit more slowly, but not slow enough to lose the song’s original rhythm. She stressed the tones of voice necessary to pronounce the words correctly so that Wesley would hear more easily the difference between each word. There were four separate tones used when speaking Chinese: flat, rising, falling rising, and falling. If one was tone deaf, it would be difficult to pick up the language but for someone with a musical ear it should be rather easy. Pausing a fourth of the way into the song, Mei turned to smile at Wesley only to see him looking rather grim. Her own smile faded and she tilted her head to better look at him. Eyebrows knitting together to form an expression of concern, Mei inquired as to what was wrong,
“Wesley? A-Are you o-o-okay?”
She wondered if he was confused over the lyrics. It that was the case she would gladly help him with pronunciation, but she thought that he would have simply stopped her singing and asked. Her next thought was that he may be rather wary of the weather. Mei herself didn’t fancy getting drenched in the rain either, it meant constantly having to wipe rain drops off her glasses and that was just a huge bother. She hadn’t brought an umbrella with her either seeing as it was Nevada. Sunshine was everywhere; in fact the clouds rather surprised her. Moving so she was standing in front of him, she was worried by his lack of response and so tentatively waved a hand in front of his face,
“W-Wesley?”
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