THAT FRAGILE CAPRICORN // open + mirror

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    within your cottage, towards the far wall, you've found a strange old mirror, about your height, just lying there all cracked and weathered.
    it looks like it has definitely seen better days. the intricate patterns and designs etched into the wooden frame seem like they're good as new, honestly. your eyes trail along the edges, following the curve and twirl of each carving.
    then they rest in the center of the mirror itself, and you can see the hazy reflection of yourself. all it takes is a swipe of your paw to clear the dust away, and the image is enhanced. you feel almost a little surprised when you finally do see yourself, because you haven't in at least a month.
    your eyes, round as a doe's, bronzey-gold in color, and bright as anything, stare back at you, and you think it's safe to say that's the only part of you that hasn't changed.
    you can see what looks to be brownish patches of fur right beside your ears, on either side of your head. you've never seen that before, to say the least. your ears themselves are a little less square than you remember them being, and right about now they look more like limp, thin, porkchop shaped objects, that look a lot more like those of a labrador retriever.
    you recall that you never met your father, so you start to wonder. maybe you're half labrador?
    even your snout is a bit more broad than a border collie's should be, although speckled with black dots that resemble freckles.
    whether you're a labrador or not, it's still a bit confusing to think about. what do you have that's border collie?
    you sit with a huff on the cold, hard floor, lost in your thoughts as you just stare and stare into this mirror.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: verdana]Sebastian wasn't one who spent a lot of times admiring himself. In fact, he wasn't even sure when the last time he had checked himself out was... it just wasn't something that came into his day. Maybe when he was taking a sip in a puddle or attempting to fish, but othertimes... just nah. It just wasn't something he did. He was sure of himself and his figure.


    Walking through the numerous houses in Bonetown, the serval noticed the figure of Darby as she looked at herself. He lifted himself up onto his hind legs, wobbling back and forth until he balanced himself by placing his front paws on the windowsill. "Hey, there. What might you be doing?" Who knew if the unfamiliar canine could even hear him...[/fancypost]

    "She's admiring herself." The wolf joked as she made a couple of faces into the old reflective surface. It certainly was a fixer-upper but all it really needed was some new paint, and a new mirror, and basically a new everything. It was probably quite pretty when it was made but now Luma considered it useless. She didn't enjoy looking at herself either.

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    you can't help but get a little startled when you hear the stranger's voice behind you, at the window. very visibly flinch, spinning around to peer up at him. hm, just as you suspected, you've never met nor seen him before. you're about to answer him when another voice does.
    " i wouldn't say admiring.. " you say with a shrug, eyeing the two curiously. you quirk a brow, quick to ask, " hey, don't think we've met. i'm darby. "

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; font-family: verdana]The serval hopped up onto the windowsill while listening to Darby's quick-spun words. "Ah, gotcha. If you say you're not admiring yourself, than you must just be cleaning that dusty old think off, eh?" Sebastian quirked a friendly, knowing smile.


    "Name's Sebastian. Nice to meet you, Darbster. Hope you don't mind if I call you that?"[/fancypost]

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    " yeah, guess so. " you answer with a loose shrug, standing and just smiling away at the friendly guy. it isn't long before you have a name to match the face; sebastian. that's a bit lengthy, and since he's cordially given you a nickname, you might as well give him one. " heh, nice to meet you, too. you can call me whatever you like, dude. " you swipe your tongue across your ebony nose before adding, " you got any nicknames? " -- you blink, an idea suddenly coning to you that causes your facial features to brighten some -- " how 'bout seb? " you're eyeing him so expectantly.