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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:19 pm
Two days after, Motes was still anguished.
Four days after, he was somber and contemplative.
Now, eight days after, he is tense. His heart is still heavy from he and his father's tempestuous argument, but Motes has never been one to linger in sorrow. He is now on his own - alone, without guidance, for the first time. The idea both frightens and excites him. He knows the routes that he has traveled all his life as well as his father, surely; and, had his father not been trusting him more and more with the arranging of their performances, with the answering of questions and other public dealings he was too weary to handle? Perhaps he was ready for this independence...
Or perhaps not. At current, Motes is pointedly avoiding the groups he and his father usually travel through as they go north to the borderlands, in order to minimize the number of encounters he's in where he has to be responsible. It's worked so far.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 3:48 pm
Usually, Kismet makes her home closer to the beach, amongst the thick mangroves and the smell of salt. However, during this time of year, it's simply much too cold for any sane kin to think of spending even a single evening there. And so, Kismet moves, traveling further north where the cold air of the beaches are not felt quite as distinctly. It's surprising what a few miles will do for the climate.
For awhile, now, she has been following a set of lone tracks that seem rather fresh. She hasn't met many, yet, in her travels, and the idea of coming across another kimeti for company is a pleasant one. After all, she's not used to being alone for very long, but lately, Shaker had been gone longer on longer on his odd quests, and had seemed reluctant to travel so far north. She hadn't pressed the issue-- a little lonely she might be, but she had never feared traveling alone, only mourned the lack of company.
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