LO1/5: Recived feedback form the Christmas pitch the story arch could be re worked. Amin gave feedback on switching the transformation so that the gril starts off as a 3D character adn transforms into a 2D spirit character who can now fly and change shape at will. There were also suggestions for the students say that instead of a flower being created it could be something else. through class disucssion we came across the idea of nother lights. this works with the story as the northen lights are gree which will combine the character's two colour.
LO2: I have trouble creating stories so I have decided to write up the story as a writen narrative. I am hopeing that I can then use this like a script and isolate the Plot key points. Also how I describe the scene might also help in deciding what shots I use and how I will visually tell the story.
Moon Child
It is always dark in the beginning. Nothing light the sky other than the a sprinkling of stars, like dust on black velvet. As one journeys on the stars form complex patterns and constellations but nothing of splendour or magnificence . They are still to be unlock of their secretes, blue prints to like still to have life breathed into them.
In a seemingly ordinary patch of sky where we now find ourselves a small light beings to stir. Starting small it spills out to form a curved line, tentatively exploring its new shape. Seeming happy, the line zipped round and round and suddenly halted forming a sickle smile of light in the otherwise black of the night.
Now if we venture a little closer we shall see that there is more to this light then we first thought. For resting in it's arching curved from, as if on a hammock, rests a girl. She sleeps soundly, her angelic face at peace, breath slow and even. She is young of an innocent age and she, unlike the children of the earth, who soon inherit their parents troubles sooner than they should, has not been marked by such hardships. Instead her skin glows white and pearly like the moon she sleeps upon, the only blemish a rosy hue on her cheeks.But as all children must if they are to grow and learn, she wakes, slowly opening her eyes, a yawn escaping her lips and her arms stretching about her.
She looks around in wonder at the starry landscape about her, turning her head this way and that, clambering over her moon to get a better view, her eyes hungry to get a better view ,drinking all that they could reach. Now our friend is not the only being beginning to stir. As if her presence were a pebble cast into once calm water, ripples were being felt by neighbouring stars.
A group of stars shimmed brightly, infected with life started to move. As they swan into the air their forms became more pronounced, filling with white light, dancing and twisting together in unison. Their entwining forms soon resembled the shape of two fishes, elegant and delicate, their long tails billowing like silk in water.
The Pisces twins swam to the girl on her luna perch and be gan swimming about her, circling her head like birds before moving away again into the starry black. The girl was enraptured by their form and movement and could not help but chance after them, rather like a toddler chasing, quite fruitlessly, after a pair of butterflies.
She leapt form star to star and cloud to cloud, using them like stepping stones in the vast river of space. Her bounds were elegant as her limbs where slender, her toes barely touching the stars before leaping off again. Her face, already bright form her internal light, beamed as she smiled broadly, her eyes following the fish in front of her only sparing a fraction of a second to watch were she placed her feet. The fish danced in front of her, teasing her playfully enjoying the chase. Together the little trio traversed the landscape of the stars passing vast structures of celestial dust, some as ancient as time and the night they lived in. but no all were as still as these. As the fish continued their in their melodic movements, swiftly followed by the moon child, another cluster of stars quivered as quite another being began stirred.
After sometime, how much is much is difficult to say for when a child has fun an in non-consequential thing like time is readily forgotten, too much an adult preoccupation for a child at play. We now find our youthful character perched on the edge of a fluffy cloud watching her two companions dance in front of her. She watched in glee as they orbited each other, movements perfectly matched, capturing the fluidity of water and wind combined.
But as beautiful as their motion was and as illuminating as their white skin might be, water and wind hold very little colour of their own; unless of course they carry is on their backs form another as they journey. So it has to be noted that at this point in her travels the moon child, who had experienced much of pure white light form the stars, had yet to marvel at the honest and purest beauty of colour. And so it was colour which made the girls eye drift from the altogether mesmerising twin dance and gaze down to another plane of cloud beneath where she currently sat.
the first thing to be said is that the object of her attention was a deep rich blue. It had the depth of the ocean and the lightness of the sky together. Along it's length were patterns of white, softly glowing like seems of white gold in black rock. The blue also held similar patterns echoing the same design in subtler of blue, dark and light, creating patters closely reassembling tree rings. At the tip of the feather, like an impressive jewel was a white glowing orb. A star on the tip of the feather. The moon child gazed at the feather in wonder, the light it gave reflected in her own eyes. Almost involuntary she moved down off her perch, hopping from star to star, cloud to cloud, until she reached the plane of cloud where the feather rested.
Placing one foot tentatively in front of the other she moved closer to the curious object. Her feet treaded softly, her movements measured, almost as if afraid that any moment the feather would disappear or take flight form being disturbed. The fish too came to join her, gliding in between her feet, lighting a path in the clouds in front of her toes. Stopping above it, the girl looked at the feather with ever increasing fascination, tilting her head this way and that. She lowered herself, folding her legs beneath her, and with a tentative hans reached out and plucked the feather from it's resting place.
As her finger tips touched the vibrant pigmented feather shaft a flash of gold light erupted from that brief point of contact. The girl drew away her hand quickly form the light. The rays were like liquid gold and sun, they spread out swirling like ripples and they were gone as quickly as they came. The girl glanced at her hand and then back to the feather again. Then moving very slowly, to make sure that she missed nothing, proceed to touch the feather again.
Nothing happened.
She tapped it again. This time a little harder.
Again, nothing happened.
Even the fish who had moved a little closer were disappointed, but no so much as the little girl. She picked up the feather and moved it closer to her face to inspect it, her eyes, no longer wide being used to it's beauty, narrowed intently examining it. She held it close to her face, spinning it in her hands, again tilting her head, this time searchings for any residue of the gold light. She stroked one side of the plumes running a finger down it's length allowing herself to feel it's soft velvetiness.
In that moment the fish, which up until this point had been watching her every move, started and flew away. The girl tore her eyes away form her study at their sudden departure, her eyes following them and then darting around. Form behind her came a menacing ominous growl.
The girl froze.
Still holding the feather she jumped and span around landing her on her feet facing in the direction of the sound, one hand placed on the cloud in front of her and the other stretched out behind her for balance. She snapped her head up, not daring to keep her eyes off the dark in front of her. She searched the sky in front of her but the light of the cloud did not shine any light on what had made that sound.
Then, what seemed like minutes, a form emerged out of the dark, stepping slowly onto the cloud light form below. The creatures face loomed into view. Blue filled the girls vision. The creature face, that of an owl and horns sprouting from it's forehead, was a deep blue, with even darker deeper eyes fixed intently upon her. Then moving swiftly as air it moved out of the darkness to the girl.
It purposely placed one paw in front of the other, it's long body snaking out of the inky black revealing the stunning shade of blue patterns traced along his back. As he prowled forward his long body coiled, rising and falling with his movement until the end of his long tail came into view revealing a fan of feathers. Like the feather in the girl's hand, these too had white glowing patters and at the tip of each a white glowing orb.
The creature sniffed the air, lowering his head to the ground but his eye ever fixed on the frozen girl in front of him. Her chest moved with her breathing but nothing else. And there, for a long moment, the two stared at each other, assessing.
The creature moved first, prowling forward and around the girl, circling her like a bird of prey in a swirling air current. The girl sensed an attack and did not want to lose sight of the blue creature. She slowly allowed her self to turn her head, keeping him in view. The creature kept circling, but his eyes did not miss the her movement. His stare was even colder and harsher than before. He then moved suddenly to close the gap between them, a loud bellow grumbling in his chest about to erupt.
The girl spun around to fend of the attack and face the blue serpent like creature. She through her hands up in the air in front of her, one hand clenched into a fist still grasping tight on the feather. They were now face to face but closer than ever. The creatures hot breath shot out of it's nostrils ruffling the girl's spiky hair. The girl looked into the creature's face, her face was one of worry and frozen horror, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. The creature also gazed back at her, eyes darting around her face and body and then suddenly rested on the feather still in the girls hand. His eyes widened in surprise. He recognised the feather as one of his won. His eyes darted again between he girl and the feather, eyes questioning what was in front of him. His face relaxed and soften as curiosity got the better of him.
He nuzzled her hand, the same way a dog might do when asking for treats. The girl stepped to the side, at first in surprise but then smiled as this once scary creature as intent on reaching the feather in her hand in an almost childish way. She laughed and the creature brought his head up again and hooted softly. And the girl almost surprising her self reached out and stroked his beak with her free hand.
Then a soft glow appeared at the point of contact, spilling out from under her palm. The girl straightened and eyes widened with surprise. The golden glow was lighting up the both of them, and the creature moved away form the girls touch. The gold light was the same as the one produced when the girl touched the feather but this time the light did not dissipate. Instead it stayed on her palm glowing ever brighter, radiating it's light further up her arm. Then the rays transformed almost into liquid form and raced up her arm and all over her body. The swirled and danced filling her up, reaching into every corner of her beginning growing brighter and brighter.
And then in a flash the pale skinned moon child was on more. In her place was a child of gold fluid light. She was on longer of solid form but was like liquid gold. Her hair that had once been straight was now flowing about her billowing in an unseen wind.
The girl's face broke into a wide smile and didn't walk but flew, flowing and swimming like in water. She danced and soared into the air, dipping and soaring with the creatures eyes following her movement. A gentle laugh of joy erupted from her lips as she came to rest close to the creature who had been following her every move with close intensity. They smiled at each other sharing a look which can only be found between the most joyous moments of old friends. Then they ran. Together. The creature's feet coiling and unfurling. The girl glowing brightly as her body flowed in elegant lines and her arms stretched into large wings allowing her to fly like she had never done before.
Then behind her and gaining on her was the blue creature, swimming in the air beside her, his long body rippling like a ribbon in a breeze. He follow her, tumbling, twisting and turning beside her. The two of them danced together in the sky. The girl's now long hair leaning a trail of gold behind her became twisted and entwined with the creatures long body and impressive tail so his vivid blue and her honey gold light were pressed close together.
If one watched this dance form afar they would not be able to distinguish between the two colours. They danced is such unison that it soon becomes difficult to tell the two apart. Some time the girl even rides on the blue creatures head, seated in between his too horns like a throne. The gold and blue mix and mingle and from down on earth they are not seen as two colours but a completely new colour. A beautiful emerald green painted across the sky in the wake of the two dancers as if they were bing followed in the starry heaven by a giant paint brush. To those who know, they recognise our two friends dancing and flying together amongst the stars...
… and to those who don't, well they know them by another name...
The Northern Lights.
The End
LO2: I have trouble creating stories so I have decided to write up the story as a writen narrative. I am hopeing that I can then use this like a script and isolate the Plot key points. Also how I describe the scene might also help in deciding what shots I use and how I will visually tell the story.
Moon Child
It is always dark in the beginning. Nothing light the sky other than the a sprinkling of stars, like dust on black velvet. As one journeys on the stars form complex patterns and constellations but nothing of splendour or magnificence . They are still to be unlock of their secretes, blue prints to like still to have life breathed into them.
In a seemingly ordinary patch of sky where we now find ourselves a small light beings to stir. Starting small it spills out to form a curved line, tentatively exploring its new shape. Seeming happy, the line zipped round and round and suddenly halted forming a sickle smile of light in the otherwise black of the night.
Now if we venture a little closer we shall see that there is more to this light then we first thought. For resting in it's arching curved from, as if on a hammock, rests a girl. She sleeps soundly, her angelic face at peace, breath slow and even. She is young of an innocent age and she, unlike the children of the earth, who soon inherit their parents troubles sooner than they should, has not been marked by such hardships. Instead her skin glows white and pearly like the moon she sleeps upon, the only blemish a rosy hue on her cheeks.But as all children must if they are to grow and learn, she wakes, slowly opening her eyes, a yawn escaping her lips and her arms stretching about her.
She looks around in wonder at the starry landscape about her, turning her head this way and that, clambering over her moon to get a better view, her eyes hungry to get a better view ,drinking all that they could reach. Now our friend is not the only being beginning to stir. As if her presence were a pebble cast into once calm water, ripples were being felt by neighbouring stars.
A group of stars shimmed brightly, infected with life started to move. As they swan into the air their forms became more pronounced, filling with white light, dancing and twisting together in unison. Their entwining forms soon resembled the shape of two fishes, elegant and delicate, their long tails billowing like silk in water.
The Pisces twins swam to the girl on her luna perch and be gan swimming about her, circling her head like birds before moving away again into the starry black. The girl was enraptured by their form and movement and could not help but chance after them, rather like a toddler chasing, quite fruitlessly, after a pair of butterflies.
She leapt form star to star and cloud to cloud, using them like stepping stones in the vast river of space. Her bounds were elegant as her limbs where slender, her toes barely touching the stars before leaping off again. Her face, already bright form her internal light, beamed as she smiled broadly, her eyes following the fish in front of her only sparing a fraction of a second to watch were she placed her feet. The fish danced in front of her, teasing her playfully enjoying the chase. Together the little trio traversed the landscape of the stars passing vast structures of celestial dust, some as ancient as time and the night they lived in. but no all were as still as these. As the fish continued their in their melodic movements, swiftly followed by the moon child, another cluster of stars quivered as quite another being began stirred.
After sometime, how much is much is difficult to say for when a child has fun an in non-consequential thing like time is readily forgotten, too much an adult preoccupation for a child at play. We now find our youthful character perched on the edge of a fluffy cloud watching her two companions dance in front of her. She watched in glee as they orbited each other, movements perfectly matched, capturing the fluidity of water and wind combined.
But as beautiful as their motion was and as illuminating as their white skin might be, water and wind hold very little colour of their own; unless of course they carry is on their backs form another as they journey. So it has to be noted that at this point in her travels the moon child, who had experienced much of pure white light form the stars, had yet to marvel at the honest and purest beauty of colour. And so it was colour which made the girls eye drift from the altogether mesmerising twin dance and gaze down to another plane of cloud beneath where she currently sat.
the first thing to be said is that the object of her attention was a deep rich blue. It had the depth of the ocean and the lightness of the sky together. Along it's length were patterns of white, softly glowing like seems of white gold in black rock. The blue also held similar patterns echoing the same design in subtler of blue, dark and light, creating patters closely reassembling tree rings. At the tip of the feather, like an impressive jewel was a white glowing orb. A star on the tip of the feather. The moon child gazed at the feather in wonder, the light it gave reflected in her own eyes. Almost involuntary she moved down off her perch, hopping from star to star, cloud to cloud, until she reached the plane of cloud where the feather rested.
Placing one foot tentatively in front of the other she moved closer to the curious object. Her feet treaded softly, her movements measured, almost as if afraid that any moment the feather would disappear or take flight form being disturbed. The fish too came to join her, gliding in between her feet, lighting a path in the clouds in front of her toes. Stopping above it, the girl looked at the feather with ever increasing fascination, tilting her head this way and that. She lowered herself, folding her legs beneath her, and with a tentative hans reached out and plucked the feather from it's resting place.
As her finger tips touched the vibrant pigmented feather shaft a flash of gold light erupted from that brief point of contact. The girl drew away her hand quickly form the light. The rays were like liquid gold and sun, they spread out swirling like ripples and they were gone as quickly as they came. The girl glanced at her hand and then back to the feather again. Then moving very slowly, to make sure that she missed nothing, proceed to touch the feather again.
Nothing happened.
She tapped it again. This time a little harder.
Again, nothing happened.
Even the fish who had moved a little closer were disappointed, but no so much as the little girl. She picked up the feather and moved it closer to her face to inspect it, her eyes, no longer wide being used to it's beauty, narrowed intently examining it. She held it close to her face, spinning it in her hands, again tilting her head, this time searchings for any residue of the gold light. She stroked one side of the plumes running a finger down it's length allowing herself to feel it's soft velvetiness.
In that moment the fish, which up until this point had been watching her every move, started and flew away. The girl tore her eyes away form her study at their sudden departure, her eyes following them and then darting around. Form behind her came a menacing ominous growl.
The girl froze.
Still holding the feather she jumped and span around landing her on her feet facing in the direction of the sound, one hand placed on the cloud in front of her and the other stretched out behind her for balance. She snapped her head up, not daring to keep her eyes off the dark in front of her. She searched the sky in front of her but the light of the cloud did not shine any light on what had made that sound.
Then, what seemed like minutes, a form emerged out of the dark, stepping slowly onto the cloud light form below. The creatures face loomed into view. Blue filled the girls vision. The creature face, that of an owl and horns sprouting from it's forehead, was a deep blue, with even darker deeper eyes fixed intently upon her. Then moving swiftly as air it moved out of the darkness to the girl.
It purposely placed one paw in front of the other, it's long body snaking out of the inky black revealing the stunning shade of blue patterns traced along his back. As he prowled forward his long body coiled, rising and falling with his movement until the end of his long tail came into view revealing a fan of feathers. Like the feather in the girl's hand, these too had white glowing patters and at the tip of each a white glowing orb.
The creature sniffed the air, lowering his head to the ground but his eye ever fixed on the frozen girl in front of him. Her chest moved with her breathing but nothing else. And there, for a long moment, the two stared at each other, assessing.
The creature moved first, prowling forward and around the girl, circling her like a bird of prey in a swirling air current. The girl sensed an attack and did not want to lose sight of the blue creature. She slowly allowed her self to turn her head, keeping him in view. The creature kept circling, but his eyes did not miss the her movement. His stare was even colder and harsher than before. He then moved suddenly to close the gap between them, a loud bellow grumbling in his chest about to erupt.
The girl spun around to fend of the attack and face the blue serpent like creature. She through her hands up in the air in front of her, one hand clenched into a fist still grasping tight on the feather. They were now face to face but closer than ever. The creatures hot breath shot out of it's nostrils ruffling the girl's spiky hair. The girl looked into the creature's face, her face was one of worry and frozen horror, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. The creature also gazed back at her, eyes darting around her face and body and then suddenly rested on the feather still in the girls hand. His eyes widened in surprise. He recognised the feather as one of his won. His eyes darted again between he girl and the feather, eyes questioning what was in front of him. His face relaxed and soften as curiosity got the better of him.
He nuzzled her hand, the same way a dog might do when asking for treats. The girl stepped to the side, at first in surprise but then smiled as this once scary creature as intent on reaching the feather in her hand in an almost childish way. She laughed and the creature brought his head up again and hooted softly. And the girl almost surprising her self reached out and stroked his beak with her free hand.
Then a soft glow appeared at the point of contact, spilling out from under her palm. The girl straightened and eyes widened with surprise. The golden glow was lighting up the both of them, and the creature moved away form the girls touch. The gold light was the same as the one produced when the girl touched the feather but this time the light did not dissipate. Instead it stayed on her palm glowing ever brighter, radiating it's light further up her arm. Then the rays transformed almost into liquid form and raced up her arm and all over her body. The swirled and danced filling her up, reaching into every corner of her beginning growing brighter and brighter.
And then in a flash the pale skinned moon child was on more. In her place was a child of gold fluid light. She was on longer of solid form but was like liquid gold. Her hair that had once been straight was now flowing about her billowing in an unseen wind.
The girl's face broke into a wide smile and didn't walk but flew, flowing and swimming like in water. She danced and soared into the air, dipping and soaring with the creatures eyes following her movement. A gentle laugh of joy erupted from her lips as she came to rest close to the creature who had been following her every move with close intensity. They smiled at each other sharing a look which can only be found between the most joyous moments of old friends. Then they ran. Together. The creature's feet coiling and unfurling. The girl glowing brightly as her body flowed in elegant lines and her arms stretched into large wings allowing her to fly like she had never done before.
Then behind her and gaining on her was the blue creature, swimming in the air beside her, his long body rippling like a ribbon in a breeze. He follow her, tumbling, twisting and turning beside her. The two of them danced together in the sky. The girl's now long hair leaning a trail of gold behind her became twisted and entwined with the creatures long body and impressive tail so his vivid blue and her honey gold light were pressed close together.
If one watched this dance form afar they would not be able to distinguish between the two colours. They danced is such unison that it soon becomes difficult to tell the two apart. Some time the girl even rides on the blue creatures head, seated in between his too horns like a throne. The gold and blue mix and mingle and from down on earth they are not seen as two colours but a completely new colour. A beautiful emerald green painted across the sky in the wake of the two dancers as if they were bing followed in the starry heaven by a giant paint brush. To those who know, they recognise our two friends dancing and flying together amongst the stars...
… and to those who don't, well they know them by another name...
The Northern Lights.
The End