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Post by Lady Whimsy on Feb 24, 2009 0:40:38 GMT -5
"The adventure at hand," said Xanthe pointedly and with reserve, as if it were a known fact and explained everything. The bells on her body jingled as she practically vibrated with excitement; enthusiasm frothed over and she couldn't contain herself any more. "We're going to the Skyfields to find Ulysses! He's... some kin of ours, been gone for YEARS.... fought dragons in the war and EVERYTHING! And now he's here, on Kalidore. And so we're going to find him," she repeated, just to make Kyn got that part. "It's simply something that adventurer unicorns must do."
She spun around as Kyn buried his nose in the packs. "Ah-ah! those are provisions..." she relayed with great importance, feeling something swell in her chest as she watched his eyes grow wider with each notched addition to her parlay. "They the most important thing to take on such a journey. Asides maybe a sword, if you're apt to carrying one of them." She glanced over to where Tyden stood beside her father, his scabbard hung at side; on occasion, he'd parried playfully with her in the garden, teaching her the basics of deflecting blows with her horn. Generally, unicorns didn't uses their horns for defense, but they could, and the results could be quite devastating.
She turned back to the koros with a last heartfelt sigh. "I can't wait to get going; I think it's the kind of journey any kin of Kal would be falling all over just to be a part of. It's not for everyone though," she added with brief flush of levelness, "it is, after all, pretty wild up there in the Skyfields, and certainly not the adventure for the faint of heart."
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Post by angelofmusic on Feb 24, 2009 11:44:12 GMT -5
Trinity looked to Cheri for a moment as the other had fallen silent. Normally she knew that when one fell silent, they were thinking of something and she shouldn't disturb them or their thoughts. Aurellie shifted, her head lifting a little. Soon she reached to Trinity's mind softly.
'Something stirs child' was the thought.
Trinity looked to Aurellie, the mare nodding softly. Trinity in turn nodded back, though she grinned, a glint in her eye that asked if it was something that would do with an adventure, again Aurellie nodded. The mare then closed her eyes a little and tried to send a thought to Muse
'If we are allowed, may Trinity and I join? I assure we would be no trouble and I believe my companion would enjoy seeing a bit more of Kalidore.' She was polite in asking, though would wait an answer.
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Post by varuna on Feb 24, 2009 13:33:51 GMT -5
As Bryn entered the clearing, she was already greeted by the blue eyed, star-dappled mare who had evidently been up for some time. The Viking had taken notice, also, of the small gathering of other unicorns aimed to greet those that she had met while fleeing from the birds, and those still sleeping as well. She tilted her head toward direction of Thora, with up lifted brows.
Heavy packs, traveling garb, and a farewell party, looks like. Any word? Brynja’s words were only for Thora’s mind as she unicorn mare neared her.
You sound so grim, Brynja. As if they are going to war! The mare chuckled through the mind link to her companion. It is not so serious, my Brynja. Listen with those itching ears of your’s, I know they are curious. She finished, swiveling and ear toward the gathering group.
They listened quietly to the talk that went on within the group and extracted much information, though soon all attention was lost to Xanthe with her exuberance that drew a smile for them both.
You see, dear? No wars for us this day. Still the mare held a chuckle on the edge of her voice as it found Bryn’s mind.
Yes. I see. Bryn nodded though her brows knitted together and her lips turned down slightly, completing her frown.
Were you hoping for war? Thora’s head butt up against Bryn’s side roughly, though she still smiled.
No. Of course not. Bryn frowned even harder at the unicorn.
For a long moment, silence passed between them, with only Thora watching Bryn and Bryn watching the group. And then Thora abruptly broke off from her companions side, causing Bryn’s expression to shift to slight confusion. The unicorn’s hooves lead her closer to group, stopping just before she bowed her head in a silent greeting and then spoke. “Brynja and I will come along, should you find it benefit.” The mare turned her head back to look at her companion with a smile.
You left your amour and weaponry at the lean to. She informed the warrior, who’s curious and slightly confused features twisted into something of horror at the revelation of truth before Bryn whirled quickly in place and made off for the lean-to.
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Post by Delicious on Feb 25, 2009 5:51:10 GMT -5
Kyn's eyes widened with every sentence Xanthe uttered, until finally he started looking not unlike a strange sort of owl rather than a slightly sleep-addled unikoros. After a few long, bug-eyed seconds, his brain finally roused itself enough to get him to blink, although shortly after returning to it's wild imaginings. An adventure! In the Skyfields. And they were leaving, now. And something about wars and dragons and swords and provisions and ... his small koros' brain overloaded with the information and possibilities. Bits and pieces of his dreams blazed to sudden life in the back of his mind. Here was his chance! After all, if Xanthe was going, heroine or not - she wasn't THAT much older then him ... so it's not like the others could really object. And surely he was as strong! And as fast! And ... and ...! "I'm want to come!" Kyn blurted out, unable to contain himself any longer. "I mean ... if it's so dangerous and ... stuff. Then .. well, you'll need more help! I'm not scared!" He blurted out, and puffed out his chest a bit, trying to look serious and imposing. Pasiphae tried desperately to conceal her laughter at his "pose" that had him looking more like he had a bad case of gass than any sort of bravado. Choking the majority of her snickers down, she managed to force out a few words in a hoarse wheeze. "Another 'adventure', eh? Who's the 'we'?" she asked, trying to peer around the golden dun filly and take stock of the rest of the party. * Liam stood, awkward and uncomfortable, a few dozen feet from the edge of the clearing and the path. After his extremely brisk walk, he had made it to the festival clearing quickly enough - arriving shortly after Xanthe and Brynja, and had watched as the rest of the party had pooled in a sociable little knot around the spotted stallion he recognized from the night before. He considered approaching the group, but balked - unsure of potentially breaching some sort of protocol on what obviously (judging by the elderly woman that seemed to be advising them, and to whom he had not yet been formerly introduced - or rather, introduced at all) a council of some sort. Liam released a heavy sigh - frusterated with himself and his seemingly constant hesistation - something that seemed to increasingly plague him since his arrival on Kalidore. Liam grumbled. It just wasn't like him. After all, he was a soldier. Waffling and dithering was something he had had (literally) beaten out of him early on ... and yet, here in Kalidore, every action (or lack) plagued him with uncertainties of consequence. It wasn't that he didn't like the place, or even the people - even as odd as it all was - but between the newness of things, the total lack of regulation and, he winced just to think of it, the looming menace of past actions he didn't remember - he hadn't felt on solid ground since his awakening under Odin's and Pasiphae's peering gazes. Drawing in a deep breath, Liam shook his head, trying to dispel the whirlings and forebodings that saught to clog his brain. Ruefully he rather wished for the hangover to return, painful as it was, more at ease with the idea of weathering of physical ills than emotional. "Bah." he muttered. "If you've a problem, lad, there's naught to be done by sitting here stewing. Either fix it, or find something else that needs fixing to distract." He murmured to himself. He nodded decisively. Act now, brood later. Preferably alone, and over a pint of beer. But for now ... Liam scanned the clearing, eventually settling on the familiar form of a blood bay mare. He began to move forward, but belatedly noticed Xanthe standing before them, nattering excitedly. Liam stopped abruptly. "Act on something else first, I think." He muttered, grimacing - his newly discovered confidence still too small to be up to the task of confronting the dun filly. Turning, he moved towards the party instead, angling his approach so that he came to stand beside Tyden and his silver'd Companion. "I don't suppose that whatever ye have planned might have the need of another swordarm?" He queried, his voice rough as he dove in without preamble. "Well that is ... err ... arm, really. Keep forgetting that I lost the blasted thing." Liam laughed, a bit sharply - embarassed by the public admittance of his poor care of the weapon. "Sword or no, I would ... like to be of service, if ye'll permit." he said, and quirked a small, wry smile.
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Post by silentmoon on Feb 25, 2009 18:01:41 GMT -5
"I'd like to try tha.... adventure? What's an adventure? Is it like one of those biiiiggg things in stories?" Acheflow gushed out questioningly, cutting off from one trail of thought to another within a split second. She looked at the coming unicorns. Xanthe with the provisions, while Kyn was nosing around the packs.
"I want to come!" She decided after a few moments of mulling, but something struck her instantly. "What about Umista? Umista coming?" She asked, desperation and sadness flooding her voice. The kore concluded that an adventure wouldn't be an adventure if her best friend of sorts wasn't going to come along.
Ali, who was still atride Foehn also heard the questions from Luminista and Acheflow. She too wondered herself about this... journey. And speaking of Ulysses, didn't someone mention him last night in a tale? Gently, the girl slid off Foehn's back, landing with a soft thump. They weren't going to look for anymore clovers as Ache didn't seem to interested in breakfast anymore. She was making her way towards the others.
"Hey, what's this I hear about departing soon? I must be missing something." Ali mulled sheepishly, a little unsure whether she wants to go or not.
"Well that depends dear, were you paying any attention to what they were talking about?" Fiera chuckled, coming up behind her companion with such soundless movements, the hair on her back raised at the sudden voice. "Count me in, I'd love a good tale to share to future generations of Kalidore. And life's not interesting enough without a good bit of traveling." She mused, a sly look flickered across her face.
"Oh... okay. I just hope I find myself useful to all of you. Is there anything I can help with right now?" Allison inquired, her excitement bubbling at the thought of not totally being alone. "Is there anything I can carry anything?"
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Feb 25, 2009 20:28:11 GMT -5
Muse turned as Aurellie’s thoughts brushed against her mind. She smiled in greeting. *While I am not partaking the journey myself, I’m sure there would be others here who would enjoy the company. If you are up to it – the Skyfields can be a little unpredictable* Her gaze drifted until it has settled again on her daughter, talking up a storm with Kyn and Phae; she schooled her attention back to the buckskin. “Why don’t you come and meet the others?” she spoke out load. “Then they can explain the journey in more detail, and you can properly pledge yourself to the cause.” Her blue eyes sparkled mirthfully on the pair. * Xanthe had to snicker at Kyn’s posturing, which made the bells in her mane ring; but she bumped him chummily (which caused some of his puff to escape with a small “oof”) and considered his offer. “Well, if you think you’re up to it – I can’t see why not. But you’d best ask one of them to be sure,” she chucked her head back to where the elders were gathered still. Excitement over the adventure had washed away all her pervious gloom and she was feeling her regular, outgoing self – quick to appropriate, and eager to add as many facets of complexity to the mix as possible. Plus she genuinely liked the kor; his eagerness for adventure was refreshing, and a nice change from so many of the others who seemed content to sit and graze and sing about stars. She leaned into him then, her voice low, “best bet you ask Tyden,” she whispered cannily; at least in her experience, there wasn’t much she couldn’t get out of Tyden, at least when compared to her mother and Rhaine. At Phae’s voice her grin expanded even further. “You’ll be coming too, won’t you? Then it can be – like last time! Well, maybe like the good parts of last time… more exploring, less running for our lives…” She’d already told Kyn at length the night before how Phae had bravely stood ground and held the soldiers at bay, while she and the others could escape; she considered for a moment whether it bared repeating again, just to sure. Another thought struck her, and she turned again to the red mare with a knitted look. “Did you know that one of the soldiers is here? in Kalidore? You must feel just awfully putout by that too,” her pale blue eyes were clouded both with sympathy and concern; for surely, if anyone was to understand how she felt about the situation, it would be Phae, and she welcomed the bay mare for that forged kinship. * Odin bobbed his head gracefully to Thora’s remark, looking from the star-dappled mare to her companion, standing with such a look of complexity on her carved features. He chuckled lightly, and answered the mare, “you are both welcomed to come along. Mayhap your companion will find something to keen her interest on along the way.” The last part was said warmly, an understanding of the disorientation felt by those who came to Kalidore by uncertain means. His gaze also found Liam making his way towards the party, and stallion gave his own companion a small nudge so that he was turned in time to greet the man as he started speaking. Tyden returned the soldier’s smile, sizing him up with quick appraisal to file against what he recalled from the evening past; indeed, the morning had given certain clarity to the night before, or at least made the events seem more trivial, even silly. Nor was Tyden one to dwell on things, especially things that didn’t make sense under scrutiny, and had dismissed most of the proceedings as the effects of wine. Plus he really did feel for the guy, what with being abruptly dropped into a world very different from his own and left to flounder. There was empathy there, an understanding, and when it came down to it, they weren’t really that much unalike. Also, while he adored Rhaine and Liliani to no end, there was something to be said about the comradeship of another male that was refreshing, especially when the other parties were being – he glanced to where the Guardians were conversing quietly, Rhaine’s features still bearing a hint of confusion while Lilaini wore a trace of the scowl– well, difficult.“Another arm is always welcomed,” he assured him, and turned to work on something in the bundle of packs. “So long as you don’t mind a bit of trudging along the way. Mind you, I can’t say a great deal of it will even be interesting, but help is appreciated for any moments that are. Ah – here we go,” he found a long cylindrical roll and began unwrapping. Metal glinted as he pulled the cloth free to reveal a plain leather scabbard topped with a sensible hilt; he pulled the blade clean and arched it gracefully to attention. “Nothing to look at, but she’s well balanced and the blade is true; I thought maybe this could tide you over until we have a chance for some real outfitting. That is, if you plan on making a point of these crazy quest along with us.” He lowered the sword and presented it, hilt first, scabbard in the other hand, towards Liam. “It’s yours, if you like,” he said. * Falling Star’s ears pricked at his small daughter’s voice as the group emerged into the clearing. His adventurer’s heart was quieted by something even deeper and more profound. He watched the kore as she bounced between the mares, her spindly legs carrying her across the ground like a deer. Mottled ears swiveled, and silently he slipped from his brother’s side and towards the small group. “Good morning sisters,” he greeted the mares, and his cream-and-honey mane tumbled down as he brought his head to level with the kore. “And how is my little ash-flower this morning?” smiled warmly, nuzzling the black and white blossom-mottled rump with tender affection. “Indeed, what’s all this talk about a silly adventure? I believe we have one of our own to see to, mmm? Some sweet clover and warm milk, and maybe a bun or two when you are done?” He watched the little thing as he worked her over with his tongue, dislodging a burr that had stuck itself on the soft baby’s hair. She was probably starving; an un-weaned and orphaned kor was an unusual business, one that needed immediate attention and care. He looked to Fiera and Ali, his spring-green eyes soft but serious. “I know a sister or two who can feed her,” he began, “it will not trouble them in the least.” He quieted, and reached out to them silently, *I will stay, and keep her at side. The Skyfields is no place for an infant, and no father would I be to leave my daughter to harm’s chance.*
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Post by geob on Feb 25, 2009 21:40:35 GMT -5
Luminista's attention bounced from one group to the next, catching this bit and that. As she considered all that was being said her gaze drifted again toward the distant mountains and the pull she had been feeling of late. Acheflow's excited gabber registered distantly while she mused on Skyfields and Ulysses and adventure in the general direction of the pull. Her attention refocused on those around her as the spotted stallion approached and spoke. Casting a glance between the stallion, Fiera, and Ali, and a wink at Acheflow, she stepped back and over to Foehn Miri where she began a quiet consultation with her friend about the upcoming adventure. Should they go or not?
Foehn Miri made a point of catching the silver stallion's eye. Upon gaining his attention she managed without any stammering (or quacking for that matter!) to say, "Luminista and I would like to join your party on this journey."
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Post by Delicious on Feb 26, 2009 4:13:48 GMT -5
Pasiphae winced at Xanthe's casual reference to the chaos of the last adventure. "Ah, yes - that WAS a bit harrying. I think I'dve rather stuck with that horrid scrub in the desert than have another run in like that." She said, and shot a wry smile at the golden dun filly. "And as for the soldier, yes, I err ... heard about that." She released a heavy sigh, trying to determine the best way to break it to the precocious young unikore that she not only knew and was on speaking terms with the man, but was the actual reason he was here in Kalidore. Fortuitously enough, Kyn's youthful exuberence came to her aid. "Truly?! A soldier? From ... from beyond the Gates?" He gasped, all astonishment at the unexpected revelation. "What's he look like? Will the Guardian's fight him? What's going to happen?! Surely he isn't going to stay?!" Kyn panted, peppering Xanthe with questions in a quick succession. Pasiphae used the koros' chatter as distraction to quietly come to her feet. "I'd best .. err ... have a quick chat with Tyden, I think. About the journey ..." She murmured, leaning forward to snuffle Kyn and Xanthe in turn, before moving towards the Guardians and the knot of individuals that surrounded them. * Liam accepted the short sword with earnest solemnity, truly touched at Tyden's gift and the assumed trust that accompanied it. He gripped the hilt solidly, raising the blade to admire the balance and solid shine of the metal. Testing the edge with his thumb, Liam couldn't surpress an almost childlike grin as it sliced it neatly, a few beads of blood welling up along the cut. Lowering the sword, he placed the tip of his thumb in his mouth for a moment before fully turning his grin on Tyden. "It's a fine blade. I'd be honored to carry her, sir." He replied, inclining his head slightly as he touched his forehead. "And honored as well to accompany your party where e'er ye might be headed. I could do with a bit o' hard work - can't have myself going soft with too much wine and dancing. As enjoyable as it all is..." Liam finished with a chuckle. "So then - what exactly is this 'crazy quest', if ye don't mind my asking? I think I heard something of mountains?" He asked, curiously glancing at the many faces that circled the group.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Feb 27, 2009 16:19:43 GMT -5
Kyn’s enthusiasm all but drowned Phae’s answer and Xanthe’s ability to stay focused on the bay mare in the first place. At the light snuffle she did turn, but the direction of Phae’s departure only worked to incite the sharp gleam that had come to her eye sky-blue eyes. She nodded gravely, indicating Kyn to lean in close while she whispered again. “ He is already among us, infiltrated our ranks.” A certain far-off look came into her eyes. “They say he has… amnesia, and is without memory of his past. They also say he’s harmless, but I’m not convinced; for truly, does a saber-cat loose it’s bite were you to take away it’s spots? So we must be on guard, even if the others aren’t – nay, especially so! It could well be for the sake of Kalidore, after all!” Warmed to her own poetic waxing, she schooled the colt around to gaze her in direction. “See him there? talking with Tyden? as if everything were well in the world? And notice the way Tyden seems to taking in everything he says. How unlike Tyden! He must have… magic power. Yes, yes – that would explain everything… the rope, the fight, and crossing here unopposed…” She mused, not quite willing to admit her bit about apple to Kyn just quite yet. But if she’d been enchanted, well… She watched Liam again, tilting her head to scrutinize the man more closely, ears straining to catch sound of his voice… He was a warlock. Had to be. “This,” she began slowly, as full weight of the revelation took hold, “might be even more difficult then I thought…” * Tyden had to grin at the obvious delight on the man’s face at the sight of the sword. He folded the canvas roll and shoved it back into Odin’s sidepack, glancing up as more mares emerged from the woods to join. It looked like the beginning of quite the expedition. He turned as Liam spoke again, allowing a small chuckle of his own. “Truly, sometimes I think dancing is more a hazard to one’s heath then facing off cave bears. Not,” he added for qualification, “that there’s much likelihood of running into one of those at this time of year.” He chucked a thumb towards the mountains that framed the sky beyond the forest. “They’re called the Skyfields; quite a pretty piece of land up there, but occasionally temperamental. Towards the north central lays the ruins of an old elven mining city where quite possibly a functioning Gate remains; one of Kaedon’s sons has supposedly linger’d nearby, and so we are going to seek him, if fate wills.” His eyes traced the saw-toothed peaks with mounting fervor; he had grown up in those hills and knew none of the foreboding that governed the others, only the pull of the promised adventure and an eagerness to be underway. At the same time, he wasn’t ignorant to the dangers. He glanced again back at the growing circle, young mares eager to follow and newly-made companions at side, even, the Guardians. He knew he shouldn’t worry about them but he still did – at least, he thought ruefully, it gave him something to do. Perhaps that’s why this journey was so appealing; while he loved Kalidore and considered it home, choosing to reside here permanently was not without a certain restlessness, and occasionally, a wistfulness… He drew his thoughts abruptly back to the present. In no way did he regret his choice. If Kalidore was in trouble, he would be here to protect it, to serve it, and those who had Guardianship of the Isle. This was his calling, and one he embraced fully. His mind focused again as he heard Odin speak, the stallion’s ears pricked to Foehn Miri. “We welcome you both,” his companion spoke, nodding with approval to the mares. Tyden returned his attention to Liam. “Truly, we do appreciate all the help we can get.”
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Post by geob on Feb 27, 2009 18:26:52 GMT -5
Trotting along the edge of the forest Tien Mu considered the clear skies, the sounds of life coming from the forest, and the smell of change in the air. She liked this place. It appealed to her on every level. As she came around a point of trees she saw a gathering of unicorns and companions on ahead. Her ears pricked forward. There was Foehn Miri and Luminista among them. Stepping up into a slow lope, tossing her head and kicking up her heals a bit, she moved across the grass to join them. As she passed she couldn't quite resist taking a playful nip at a golden dun filly loaded down with packs. Just to see the young one jump, you understand. Still chuckling she greeted Foehn Miri and Luminista. "What's going on?" she asked. "From what I can gather we are headed to the mountains to find Ulysses," Foehn Miri answered. "Would you care to come along?" Casting her gaze toward the mountains looming over the forest then looking over the assortment of unicorns and companions gathered about, Mu considered the possibilities. "A chance to get to know other residents of the island and adventure to boot. How could I possibly resist? Count me in." Looking back at the golden dun filly she sent her a wink and a smile with the hopes that all would be interpreted as the play it was intended, but not too worried about it. After all, what filly doesn't want to have fun?
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Post by silentmoon on Feb 27, 2009 19:49:01 GMT -5
Fiera wore a content look on her elegant face, acknowledging Falling Stars' silent appearance. Her chestnut orange features shifted from leg to leg, as she returned his greeting. "You too brother. A find morning it is indeed. As you can see, Allison and I are ready for departure." She said, with all the obviousness of their choice put into wisdom or some sort.
When he turned his question to the spotted kore, Fiera fell into a peaceful silence, diverting her attention to Ache with interest. She was exuberant for a weanling, thrilled about life and naive to the most extremes at times. Upon spotting her dear father, Acheflow came closer, sticking closer to Fiera's belly, on the opposite side of Ali.
"I'm hungry. But Umista will find me some sweet clover on the journey." Acheflow admited, taking a little glance at her belly before returning her eyes back to her father and moving closer. When he was nuzzling her back, she tried to proccess his words. Something in his voice didn't sound right, a bit sad even, but she thought it was if he was hungry too. "Daddy? Is Umista coming with us? Are you hungry too? Why do you look sad?" She paused for half a second before launching into her questions, forgetting the thoughts seconds before. "Bun? Clovers? Do you know where they are?"
It was just when Acheflow's empty stomach sounded a slight grumble, obviously showing that she was hungry. Ali laughed out loud at it, reaching out to scratch the kore behind the ears. At least attempting it before the spotted rumped filly shied away to her father's legs. But what made her stop dead in her amusement was Falling Star's clear voice in their minds.
Her heart choked at the thought of leaving the kore behind, but his sure voice moved her to agree solemly. However, it was Fiera who sent back the thought, as Ali was still incapable of projecting thoughts to others for the time being.
"We understand. A father's duty to his kore." She simply replied.
"So, when exactly[/d] do we depart?" Ali inquired, hoping to set aside her feelings and look forward to the adventure.
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Post by jadecorrine on Feb 28, 2009 13:27:19 GMT -5
Cheri stood awkwardly for a while, not knowing what to say to Trinity. She was never very good at small talk. Alcyone, of course, was quite comfortable with the silence and nibbled at a dandelion she'd spied near her hoof. After a moment, Trinity and Aurellie turned away, and they saw a small band of unicorns and folk approach. Cheri made to step foreward to hear what the golden mare said to her, but Alcyone nudged her toward the only two men in the group, who were chatting and admiring a sword. She heard something about Skyfield, Gates, and Kaedon's son.
*Tyden would be best to ask, if we are to join the party.* Alcyone told her.
*Joining?* Cheri sent back. *What party? Where--* Alcyone cut her off with a more forceful prod. She stumbled foreward, almost colliding with the short-haired man holding the sword, catching herself before she got impaled. Not her most graceful entrance.
"Uh... hi," she said, her smile a trifle less uneasy than the one she had given Trinity. Cheri always felt more at ease with guys. They were so much easier to understand. "So, uh... Alcyone - she's my companion, by the way," she said, gesturing to the sky blue mare, who nodded in greeting, "Oh, and i'm Cheri, nice to meet you. Oh, anyway, she think there's an adventure afoot and was wondering if we might be able to help out." Cheri thought about all of her travel necessities that were in the bag slung over her shoulder. Basic camping materials, toiletries, change of clothes, a few notebooks, cell phone, mp3 player, $100 cash, passport and an extra credit card. Not much help, she didn't imagine. Her handgun always stayed in the apartment for hers or Kip's protection, but she was a damn fine markswoman. With all the weaponry about, she was beginning to wonder if she should have brought it along. "I don't have any armor, and have never handled a sword, but i learn quickly. I do know how to cope in all sorts of terrain. Kip and i took survivalist training in preparation for World War Z." And she was blathering again about things these people had never heard of. She could tell by their blank stares. "Um... can i... carry anything?" she asked, blushing. She could swear she heard Alcyone snicker behind her.
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Post by Delicious on Mar 1, 2009 17:09:59 GMT -5
Liam startled as Cheri stumbled towards him, coming perilously close to his sword in hand. He quickly dropped the point and, wrapping it in the edge of his cloak, stuffed the blade under one arm - reaching out with his other hand to assist in steadying the young woman should it be needed. However, as she found her balance on her own, he withdrew his hand and released a relieved breath.
"Bless me, lass - gave me a fright there. Was m'own fault, bandying this about unsheathed... but Heaven help me, definitely wasn't expecting someone to try and spit themselves on the other end." Liam shook his head and gave Cheri a shaky sort of grin. "Guess I'd best put this away a'fore it gets my in any more trouble. May I, m'Lord?" He asked Tyden, gesturing towards the scabbard the man held in his hand.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Mar 2, 2009 1:17:02 GMT -5
Falling Star bowed his head solemnly at Fiera’s concession, and again to Alison in turn. But when Ache began on a slurry of questions he turned, rousing himself with boisterous grin to match her own. “Honey buns, in fact! By the dozen – but only to good little kore who have finished their milk and greens!” he gave her a playful nip on the rump to get her moving, matching her baby’s bouncing stride with his own. “Mayhap we find some for Lumanista too?” he winked. “We shall ask Lana for a whole basket full, how about that? Now, will you race me there?” He tossed his head over his shoulder towards the other, a silent farewell and wish of luck; it was best to get Ache moving now, before she saw the others leaving. His spotted coat danced beneath the dappled light of the trees as he led the way into the forest, his daughter a shadow in ash and ivory at his side. * Tyden silently passed Liam the scabbard using the moment to school his expression into something more serious, or at least less like he was all but laughing at one who so obviously was trying her best to be serious too. Hands free, he offered one warmly. “Welcome to Kalidore, Cheri, I am Tyden; and, just call me Tyden,” he glanced back at Liam shortly, “goodness that makes me sound… old…” He stressed the last bit, but from the look on his face was clearly nothing he was taking heart, rather, it seemed to humour him; he returned his focus the young woman again. “With luck, we won’t be needing the swords anyway. They’re mostly for show, you know, to make us feel… bigger about ourselves,” he quirked. “But we are quite happy to have you and Alcyone as well; a practiced soldier of any field is always a welcomed ally, so there’s no need to worry about one’s short-fallings. Besides, the rest can be learned later; I would be quite happy to share the art of swordplay along the way if it suits you.” Clipped hooves made them turn when Gypsy pulled near as Liliani had evidently lost none of her earlier reservations but was now waning patience. “All for good effort, were you to ever make it to the skylands; for one who was so eager to go, seems you’re just as likely to sit and chat about it for the next four days,” she directed at the man. Her green eyes flashed cool jade as she baited her next quip, still lugging annoyance. “You really are all talk these days, aren’t you...” Gypsy ducked her head to hide the laughter, already responding to her companion’s unspoken command and breaking into a light canter. They pranced away, her shell-coloured hooves nimbly picking through the leaf-covered ground, up the path and toward the mantle of the mountains. “ Odin,” said Tyden quietly, after a moment and several shades of expression, “I think we are obligated to give chase.” “Likely you would want to mount up for that,” the stallion nonchalantly scratched a shin with his horn. “Everyone’s a critic,” the man shook his head, taking the withers in hand to mount with familiar ease. He turned to the newly-made partisans, ducking his head in the direction of the hills. “The Skyfields, yonder. It seems we had best not keep them waiting. Muse, Dai… Rhaine…” He called over the field, lifting his voice to all those who had gathered around them, “follow lively; we should get as much ground underfoot while the day is with us.” Before moving forward, Odin keened his head towards the field. “Sisters, brothers, we take our leave to seek one who lingers deep within the heart of our isle. To come, to seek, or to wish us well – Kal’s will is yours to follow as you wish, and by her grace we will be with you all in a Dragon’s moon!” And the great stallion rose languidly on his haunches and hung there, motionless, save the silver rippling of his muscles as he pawed the air, horn canted to mark the sun’s crossing in the sky; he came down again in whirl of windswept steel and ebony, his rider seamless with the movement. Then they were off, towards the mountains, towards what secrets held deep within those somber grey and rocky folds. In the woods, matching close beside Acheflow’s rollicking gait, Falling Star heard the sound of his brother’s herald in his mind’s ear. He closed his eyes briefly, his thought flowing out to them, blessing them all with Kal’s love and Kaedon’s strength; if the little one noticed his hesitation, he brushed it aside, quickly grabbing her attention. “Let’s sing something, shall we?” he chimed, and raised his head again in song, his singer’s voicing carrying far beyond the forest, over the blowing fields and across the green, green isle: "Good travels to all, ye children of Kal, Who dance beneath her blooming moon, And sing songs high unto Kaedon's deep sky, Until we shall be together again soon!"
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Post by geob on Mar 2, 2009 10:51:00 GMT -5
Foehn Miri's gaze followed Odin intently. "Isn't he absolutely wonderful," she sighed.
Luminista and Tien Mu exchanged amused glances. Deliberately misunderstanding Tien Mu replied, "I suppose. If you go for two-leggeds that have to carry steel horns in a sheath at their belts."
Luminista turned her giggle into a cough then returned her attention to the situation at hand. She cast a look in the direction Falling Star had disappeared with Acheflow. She was going to miss that little imp. Looking over the others collecting themselves to follow the silver stallion and Gypsy she said, "Looks like we're off."
"No need to dilly-dally then, is there?" Tien Mu put in before tossing her head and taking off in a gallop after those ahead, the other two lunging after her throwing up clods of turf behind them.
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Post by varuna on Mar 3, 2009 3:38:27 GMT -5
After Bryn had marched off in search of her armor, Thora bowed her head toward Odin and followed her companions steps.
Now, it hadn’t been very long since they’d parted ways; only a matter of minutes, in fact. But by the time that star-mottled gray mare had arrive, Bryn had already managed to change into more… suiting traveling clothing, pack her sacks and roll up several of the furs she’d had. One thing was for certain, Thora mused, was that Bryn was definitely use to moving around. And then a second thought occurred to the mare, she was going to have to carry it all… again, she let out a sigh on a chuckle and bowed her head to the squatting Viking.
“They are going, Brynja, we best be quick, now.”
The small woman glanced up from one of her furred packs to Thora, platinum brows raised with her silent question and then she nodded. And just like that, with the same intensity she did any important task, she set about arranging the two packs onto Thora, and then herself.
“Are you all right? It’s not too much with me too, is it? I could walk?” Bryn’s worry was evident in her words.
Thora snorted and shook her head. “I’ll have you know I could run all the way to the Skylands like this, with very few stops.” The mare grinned as her hooves took up a quick pace to follow the other’s, as if to prove her point.
Bryn laughed softly, burying her fingers into the base of the mare’s mane, and glancing ahead. “Hang back a bit, Thora, if you don't mind. I’d like to keep watch of the rear, I think, just in case.”
“Of course you would, dear.” Once more, Thora grinned and chuckled softly.
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Post by angelofmusic on Mar 3, 2009 12:32:08 GMT -5
As the answer came, Aurellie smiled, then looked towards Trinity.
"An adventure is at hand. We are allowed to join, but we must tell the group that we would like to join," she said and soon turned her head as the group was noticed in approach.
Trinity watched Cheri approach Tyden and Liam, though feeling a nudge behind her, she looked to her companion and grinned as she moved towards Tyden as well.
"Aurellie an' I would li'e te join as well. I'd li'e te see more o' this land," Trinity said as she looked from Tyden to Liam, remembering him from the festival. She gave a nod to Liam, then looked back to Tyden.
As the others would begin to move off, Aurellie came near, following beside Trinity.
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Post by jadecorrine on Mar 4, 2009 12:49:57 GMT -5
Alcyone felt pleased when she saw Cheri give Tyden her best i'm-a-girl-but-not-a-pushover handshake and and remark that she would, indeed, like to learn swordplay. Cheri seemed to feel a little more comfortable in her own skin every new hour, and Alcyone began to feel secure that her new companion would find happiness in her home.
When Gypsy and Lilaini approached impatiently and urged them to move on, Cheri didn't miss the "all talk" remark that was pointed at Tyden. *Whoa,* Cheri sent her, *I take it he doesn't pay enough attention to his girlfriend?* Since the contact was mind-to-mind, there was no mistaking what Cheri meant by "attention," but Alcyone just snorted. She could be such a crude little woman-- but then she had to bite her own thoughts back, lest she be a hypocrite. While the silvered stallion wasn't normally the type to catch her fancy (Alcyone was far more drawn to the stallion whose sweet voice echoing over the hills was currently trying to burst her heart), she still couldn't take her eyes off of Odin's display. One had to admire perfection, she thought with a sigh.
Cheri's low whistle seemed to echo her opinion. After a reverent second, Cheri clapped her hands once and began to remove her hoodie, since the day was beginning to warm. "You heard them. Let's blow this pop stand," she announced, tying the sleeves of the sweatshirt around her waist and slipping her bag's shoulder strap over her head. She started toward Alcyone, then hesitated, meeting her dark amber eyes in a question. They'd never really talked about riding. Appreciating her consideration, Alcyone sidled to her in a gesture of acquiescence. She was pleasantly surprised to feel an experienced rider swing onto her back. Before she could inquire about Cheri's knowledge, she received a questioning mind-nudge and a brief image of the man with the sword. Alcyone considered, then decided that if the Guardians thought him friend, she did too. She almost shrugged, but then, mindful of her rider, gave a tiny nod.
"Hey there," Cheri said to the man, "you look like you're by your lonesome. They said they want to cover a lot of ground today and you don't look the type to be wantin to be left behind. You need a lift, or do you already have a ride?"
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Post by silentmoon on Mar 4, 2009 22:29:57 GMT -5
Ache nodded, she could already taste the sweet honey of the buns in her mouth. And her father wasn't holding back the opportunity for her to try those sweet clovers that suddenly tugged at her stomach and attention.
"Yes! But I eell beat you daddy, be sure of it!" She let out merrily, kicking her tiny hooves into the morning air, following Falling Star if not trying to beat him.
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With this, Acheflow seemed to have forgotten all, even Luminista but her own father. Ali sighed, watching the kore fly off on tiny hooves. She was adorable and would one day be a pretty young unicorn. But that could be years from now as the human didn't really quite know the growth rate of unicorns. She brushed the bangs from her face, still eyes lingering in the dissapearing speck of kore and stallion.
"What are you looking at dear? It's time we get moving, they've already left us behind." Fiera snorted lightly, laying her behorned head attop her companion's shoulder while diverting her eyes from the moving unicorns to Ali. A flicker of excitement rushed across her features. Ali gasped at the sudden invasion of personal space with a laugh.
But it was Fiera who spoke, "Well then, if you're not still longing after Acheflow -cause she'll be in capable hands- and ready to go, get on my back and we'll be off. Are you sure you haven't left anything?"
"Ye...yeah. I'm ready." Ali smiled lightly, wriggling out from under the unicorn to grab a hand full of mane. Whisking herself up and landed lightly on the orange back. "Let's go!"
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Just as they were about to be off, someone called out from the back. "No! No! Wait! Fiera, wait, I'm coming too!" Odette came sauntering at the duo with an unbalanced gait. When she finally made it without tripping on anything, the beflowered mare stood awkwardly. Ali marveled the beautiful grey mare. And the flowers she found last night were of this unikore's right here.
"I promise to not be a bother, really I do." Odette added in, hoping to divert any doubtful thoughts. Neither was her entrance extraodinare nor was it timed well enough. They were just about leaving and the clearing was become desolate as they left one by one. However, her last minute decisions always got her into the worst, but this time, she was hoping for a better out come than... other incidents.
"Well then come along child, we're ready to be off." Fiera said, glancing from the grey unicorn to Ali with a wicked glint.
Allison swallowed hard, before being wisked away into a whirlwind of mane, tail and flowers close by as they followed the others.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Mar 5, 2009 1:05:34 GMT -5
Rhaine swallowed the small bloom of disappointment as her friends raced ahead without her, but satisfied herself with seeing to the others who were joining the precession and making note of those who were in danger of being left behind (Xanthe’s distractedness had not been forgotten, but she was glad to find the dun koré talking with Kyn. Perhaps having someone near her own age to talk to would do better for her then what she and Muse could accomplish through trying on cue; Xanthe had always made more friends with elders then other kor, and Rhaine wished well them). So she smiled to Brona and Trinity who were still on foot; she wondered, too, could the newest companions even ride? It troubled her that she still knew very little about them; they had not been here long and already they were volunteering themselves on an epic quest! They had certainly come to answer Kalidore’s calling, and Kalidore had a way of drawing those of both eager and courageous hearts.
And then there are those who fall in haphazardly, she sighed, if for no other reason then the Gates seem to like them. I am pretty much an exalted doorkeeper, really. She shook her head at the folly, because she knew that was hardly the case; at the same time she felt the distinct lack of Lilaini’s drive of purpose or Tyden’s conviction for things to simply turn out right. She had to keep fighting the part of herself that wished to be back in the temple, copying scrolls… There was something affirming about forming each perfect letter, one after another, and bringing a crumbled and faded manuscript into life again between new covers. It was very predictable. And safe, save for the occasional paper cut.
Another of those drowsy, yellow butterflies bumbled across her path and she brushed it aside to keep from swallowing it unwittingly as she opened her mouth to talk. “Xanthe,” she called when she could safely speak, “look lively, we’re going!” and beckoned her way after the others.
Reaching Muse’s side, the golden mare began a gentle amble, mindful of her agéd rider. “I suppose we should catch up; with all the excitement, they might not notice us missing until they’re halfway through the skylands,” the mare grinned at her companion, reaching to nibble at the girl’s thick braided hair. “Though I think, after a day’s travel at that pace, and they are going to decide promptly that taking the whole quest at a gallop is not a favorable pursuit.”
The mare chuckled, considering the way a good companion acted as both teacher and guide, but still allowed their bonded to make their own mistakes, and learn from them. She glanced again at Rhaine, her heart ripe and thoughtful. Perhaps I coddle her too much, she mused. She is always to me my daughter first; what choice did I have but to be mother to her, the wee thing she was…’Twas never something to be regretted, at least, no regret of mine…
She felt the Daiga’s hand reach to stroke across her pale mane and the small knot of worry fade. There minds brushed against each other and she smiled. In turn she reached out and bumped Rhaine again. *You’re quiet, sweetling*
*I am thinking*
*You do a lot of that; what now?*
*I’m not sure yet* she answered truthfully. The palomino mare smiled knowingly and nuzzled her, exhaling with a deep, hearty sigh. Then she dropped her head over her companion’s shoulder as they continued along, bringing up the tail-end of the traveling party.
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Post by Delicious on Mar 11, 2009 14:16:34 GMT -5
Liam quickly stowed the sword away upon reciept of its scabbard, pausing only a few moments to appreciate the solid weight at his hip. He patted the pommel softly, an easy slow smile blooming as he unconsciously relaxed - the constant niggling lack of having finally been abated. His stance loosened, Liam looked up grinning at Tyden's dismissal of the term "Lord", and made a mental note of it's effect on the man. At his sudden (and rather dramatic) exit, Liam raised an eyebrow and tried to quash a small snicker. "Aye - not a Lord, he says - and then he goes and makes a royal show like that. Quite a matched pair those two." Liam murmured as he watched the man and his silvered stallion race up the path.
Hearing the soft rustle movement behind him, he turned, and found himself looking up into the face of the young woman now astride her brilliant blue mare Companion. At her question he smiled, and wavered for a moment - being definitely of a mind to be more social and acquaint himself with some of the other Kalidore visitors. On the other hand - Liam had little idea of how far they would be travel, and soldierly training aside, riding pick-a-back at length with a woman he scarcely knew and on a mare he had just been introduced to seemed more than slightly scandalous to his (admittedly) archaic sensibilities.
He shook his head. "I thank ye for the offer, ladies, but I've yet te' talk to a certain travelling companion o' mine. It'd be remiss o' me te' not consult her first - e'en if it results in a fair bit more running than I had o'erwise wagered upon." Liam grinned and touched his forehead at the pair. "If ye'd be so kind as te' excuse me." He offered, ducking his head respectfully before scanning the small crowd for a familiar blood bay mare. Once located, he moved towards her at a fast clip.
Pasiphae stood still, having watched the exchange between the blond soldier and the bonded pair with no small amount of amusement. She waited as he approached her, a small half-smile tugging at the edges of her mouth. "Why, hello there stranger." she greeted him in a deadpan drawl. Liam stopped before the mare and flashed a slightly sheepish grin. As his grin deepened however, Pasiphae noticed a merry twinkle in his eyes that belied the slightly sheepish cast of his features.
"Forgotten me already, lass? Only a morning gone, and already I've slipped from your fair mind! I thought I had given a better accounting o' m'self then that ..." Liam struck a slightly woeful pose, "In the journey ahead I must resolve to fall into twice as many mud puddles, and ask thrice as many questions - so that I can make a lasting impression this time...."
Pasiphae snerked. "As a obnoxious lout. And besides ... I've not agreed to any journey quite yet."
Liam, abruptly ceasing his playacting, stared at the mare in concern. "Truly lass? In that case ... I had promised a hand, but I'm sure I can give my apologies without too much concern. T'was right daft of me te' go and pledge without checking with ye and all ..." His face paled suddenly, and he placed a hand on the pommel of his newly acquired sword. "I suspect they'd be needing this back too ... well, there's 'naught for it ... " Liam grimaced slightly, and began to unbuckle the scabbard from his belt.
Pasiphae, finally taking pity on the man, moved forward just enough to nose Liam's shoulder. "None of that then. If you promised, you promised. And while I hadn't yet decided to go ... we can't exactly having a rakish lout like yourself wandering around unsupervised." She chuckled. "So, hop to, and let's be off."
Liam raised his face, beaming at the unexpected "gift" of sorts from the mare, and fell into step beside her. The two of them trailed along with the rest of the on-foot party making it's way slowly up the forest path.
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Post by Admin on Mar 11, 2009 15:03:16 GMT -5
Arieon had spent a better part of the morning preening and picking large twigs out of his luxurious hair. It had been a long time since he has spent a night away from his home, and he began to further appreciate the sandy beaches and the lapping waves of the Sea. There was not nearly so much foliage there as there was here and never so many things ready to attach themselves to your mane. He frowned in mild annoyance as he managed to grab the last of the hitchhikers with his teeth and spat it into a nearby bush. Now that he was sure he had gotten everything he looked down into the puddle he had been using as a mirror to satisfy himself he didn’t look too much worse for wear having spent the night in amoung the trees. He had thought it would be a rustic change, and therefore had declined asking one of the Guardians to stay near their shelters, but he had decidedly changed his opinion on that topic. Glancing up at the sun, he realized he must assuredly be quite late. Luckily, he had not stayed too far from the clearing and went as fast as he could in that direction while ensuring to steer clear of any braches which would attempt to lodge themselves in his hair and undo his hours of hard work.
He entered the clearing just as the group was heading out. He was relieved to see that they hadn’t gotten too far ahead of him for he would hate to have had to run all the way through the forest after them as he was sure he wouldn’t have made it unscathed. Is cremello coat gleamed in the sunlight as his eyes searched the group for a familiar face. His brother must have been at the head of the group for he didn’t see any sign of him amongst all the lovely mares. As he got closer to the group he noticed Rhaine walking amongst the others. He knew Muse had no intention of attending the group and had therefore made up his mind to make the young Guardian an offer. Trotting briskly towards her ensuring to nod in greeting to all those that he passed, he pulled up alongside the young woman and her travelling companions. “I am terribly sorry for my delayed arrival! You wouldn’t believe what I had to go through this morning just to make myself presentable enough to join you all.” He looked at Rhaine in such a way that he was sure to have insighted pity before continuing. “But,” he continued, “as I know that my your normal travelling companion is not attending this journey I’d like to ask, nay, insist that you give me the honour of being your mount for this journey. I couldn’t be considered a gentleman at all if I allowed a young woman, and a Guardian no less, continue on foot.” His soliloquy completed he continued walking by the young woman’s side waiting for what he was sure would be her acquiescence.
Lilaini cast a glance behind her to see if her speech had gotten any of the others moving. Indeed it appeared as though it had, Odin and Tyden were not far off and there appeared to be others not far behind them. Sensing this, Gypsy slowed her pace from a canter to a trot, and then down to a walk allowing the others to catch up to them. “We don’t want to travel alone”, she said to her companion. “Best wait for the group now that we are on our way.” Lilaini said nothing but agreed silently and waited for the others to draw up beside them.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Mar 12, 2009 14:58:34 GMT -5
Muse suppressed a chuckle at Areion’s address, lifting her head from Rhaine’s shoulder to nip playfully at the cremollo’s sleekly tended hair. “How gallant of you, brother!” she grinned. “We truly weren’t expecting you to come along.” Rhaine smiled, catching the mirth in Muse’s eyes and was sure to add levelly, “You do look very fine this morning, Areion, and we are most glad to have you with us. And that is a most generous offer on your behalf – though she won’t let on, I’m sure Muse is quite relieved as well, she does worry about me too much!” There was no way the stallion’s pride would accept refusal either, even though Areion had never had a rider in his life, and they both knew this. The Guardian and her companion exchanged glances again, before Rhaine finally came to a stop. She turned to the ivory stallion in full. “I do not mind walking, but I am touched by the offer; why don’t we will ride until we reach the foothills? We must be certain not to tire ourselves out the first day, after all.” She thought she saw the stallion positively glow under her gaze, and reached up to cup her hand over his withers; he was taller then most she had ridden recently, but sprang lightly aboard without too much extra effort. “There we are; and how is that?” she addressed Arieon, settling into her new vantage point. As an after thought, she discreetly wound her fingers through the silken mane, just in case. * * *
Xanthe’s ear swiveled at Rhaine’s herald, noting the departure through the clearing. She glanced back at Kyn. “Horseradish! They’re leaving – without us!” she jolted guilty to attention, turning towards the small departing group. “We’d better keep up; I promised to stay close, and I will,” she nodded with decisiveness. “Though… we should still keep an eye… on certain things… just in case…” She gave one last beguiling look to the buckskin koros then trotted briskly after the others, not wanting to be left behind or face her mother’s scrutiny, not sure which of the two was a worse fate.
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Post by geob on Mar 14, 2009 13:21:04 GMT -5
She lay back on the rock allowing the sun to dry her after her swim/bath in the deep pool of the stream. This was one of the few times Tiponi had her hair loose, and as it dried without its own weight to pull it down it began to curl gently. She was feeling so at peace listening to the symphony of the forest, the wind rustling the the leaves and sighing through the pines, the birds twittering and squirrels (or some such) chattering.
The mountains rose above her in their majesty. Her camp was set up just inside the trees far enough from the stream that no animals would be disturbed when they came down for water and where the trees would shelter her from the weather and help dissipate the smoke of her fire, the last important in helping to hide her presence. The habits of a lifetime, even a mostly forgotten one, were hard to ignore, and remaining unnoticed was something she had learned to value.
As she laid there she considered. There were wild onions growing just up from the stream in the small meadow and some watercress growing here as well. She had stumbles across some other herbs, too, that had a pleasant scent and added a nice flavor to last nights duck. Still, another day, two at most, she would need to move her camp. As comfortable as this one was she was wary of what might be drawn to her camp. A fresh camp would have no lingering scents of cooking in the air.
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Post by Lady Whimsy on Mar 14, 2009 20:53:54 GMT -5
Sunlight streamed through copper coloured leaves and turned them gold, smattering the forest floor in harmonies of amber. Through this Odin's hooves clipped a merry pace and he pranced, like a lively young koros, causing his rider to shift skillfully to keep his seat and the leaves to dance and scatter beneath them. Crisp autumn air filled his nostrils and let out a hearty sigh, easing his pace as Gypsy slowed ahead of them. The forest muted all sounds, and for the moment the mountains were hidden from view; behind them, the others were beginning to pull up, one by one, joining them in the cheerful solitude.
Tyden laughed as Odin slowed trot, matching pace beside the dark mare and her rider. "You really mean to unseat me before this day is done, don't you?" he brushed the stallion's mane across the wrong side, so that it turned from silver-and-black to simple ebony.
"I would do nothing of the sort," the Stallion replied. "I would hardly be the one at fault for the fact your riding of late has been more accustomed to horses then unicorns; a shame for you to have gone all soft."
"I assure nothing of the sort," he grinned . Behind him the trees rustled, then hushed again into silence like the whisper of wind.
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