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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 6:14 pm
A pale, unmarked form hobbled silently from branch to branch of the ancient oak.
It was large and sweeping; in several areas the branches nearly clawed at the ground. The leaves were lush and several baskets hung here and there, conveniently at claw. These many baskets stored many supplies that the young medic would need.
The old oak had been struck by lightening too long ago for any beast or Sentinel to remember. One of the massive limbs had been torn from it, leaving a gapping spot between two other limbs. The loss of the limb, however, was not to be in vain.
Odd loves his oak and the safety and homey feelings that it brings him. Packed in that gapping spot is a large amount of dirt, and in that dirt he tries his best to grow and tend to much needed supplies.
Unfortunately, his attempts have not been completely successful, but he still tries.
On this particular evening, the albino Sentinel is perched on one of the midranged limbs. His pale eyes are closed lightly and he appears to be sleeping.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 8:01 pm
 Lore speeds through the forest, trying again to master flying by going at her impressive top speed and trying not to run into anything too big. 'I'm pretty good at this today!' she thinks joyfully as she speeds along. 'I only hit seven clumps of leaves, three branches, and scraped my wing on that tree trunk! Not bad at all!' she grins as she narrowly misses anouther branch. Lore dips lower to dodge an unusually think clump of leaves and then flaps upward to regain her height, winging towards the cloudy sky between the branches. Wait, cloudy!? It wasn't cloudy before... was it!? Lore tries to turn and slow down at the same time, but crashes into the pure white owl all the same. They fall together, fortunaty hitting anouther branch just below. Lore quickly scrambles off the other Sentinal. "Crap!" she swears, scrambling off her white cushion. "Are you ok?" she asks. She knew that she's light for a fledgling, and the big guy looked ok, but she had never crashed into anyone before and was worried for the stunned-looking old guy. He really was pure white, she noticed with interest as she waited for him to get up. She wondered it it was feather dye or if it was just from eating some of the wierd stuff she noticed growing up in the tree.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:17 am
Odd spilled forward, almost tumbling off the tick perch he had chosen. He battered his wings fiercely to keep from toppling over and pale eyes were wide with alarm.
"Ach, I'm fine, I'm fine, little one." He sputtered. "Gave my heart a fright, you did. Other than that, I am fine. Fast little fledgling, are you?" He chuckled and moved back from the very edge of the old branch and chuckled, though he was still trying to catch his breath.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:40 pm
Lore snickered nervously. "Not fast enough usualy, but a bit too fast today apearantly. Sorry I crashed into you." she said staring at the branch beneath her. Looking up quickly she blurted out, "Why are you white like a cloud?" and stared at his feathers as if they would reveal myrad secrets if she only stared hard enough.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:45 pm
"It is quite alright." He chuckled softly and clicked his beak quietly before speaking again.
Although he was usually a bit of a recluse, he did enjoy company now and again, even if it was a fledgling.
"It is the way I was born, what with the white feathers." He fluffed his solid white feathers out and began to preen them. "What is your name, inquisitive, speedy fledgling?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 3:11 pm
"Oh, my name's Lore. Lorevalliant really, but everyone just calls me Lore. My feathers are grey even though I'm a mist not a ghost owl. I think I was born with them. Who are you?"she asked, slowing down. "Why do you have funny plants up here? Are you a mystic?" she asked, remembering her run-in at Rune's tree.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 3:33 pm
"Naw, not me. I've hardly the will to even be considered a mystic. I'm what one would call a medic. I tend to the sick and injured sentinels. I use all of these plants in my work. My name is Odd Winter, but Moth just calls me Odd."
As if summoned by her name, a dark furred chirop plummeted from above them and landed between the center of the two.
"Moth, pleased 'ter meetcha." The companion bowed, then fell over rather ungracefully.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 2:58 pm
Lore snickered. "Nice to meet you Moth, and Odd, too." she nodded. "Being a medic would explain the plants. What are the ones you have up here called? They're pretty in a wilty way." Lores natural curiousity took over again, and she wondered if she could be a medic when she grew up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:45 pm
"Ah... Those are called Snowdrops." He replied as he nudged one of the wilting white flower with a talon.
"Wilty, yes... Unfortunately, they don't seem to be doing as well as I had hoped. They are beautiful when healthy and are very useful for older sentinels's minds."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 4:07 pm
She nudged one with her toe. It fell over. Lore didn't think she could work with plants as well as Odd seemed to, they were too fragile. Lore glared at the fallen flower, trying to get it to stand up again. It just sat there. "Er..." said Lore. "They seem to have too much drop and not enough snow."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 10:36 pm
The albino couldn't help but chuckle at the little one's comment. True, he didn't seem to be having much luck this time of year.
"Who knows, perhaps they will revive come the change of seasons. When the plants are in bloom, ah, they smell wonderful and are delicious to the eyes. So, what is it you are planning on doing for our society, Lore? What are your goals? You are young, still. The sky is the limit, as the saying goes."
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 6:36 pm
Lore blinked. "Er... not sure. I can't sing or act or catch mice very well or grow flowers or..." Lore stops for a breath and is about to continue, but stops instead as she remembers something. "Liam says I have an affinity for metal. Thorn does too. Have an affinity for metal. He's nice. He made a pendant. It was silver colored. Do you think I could be a crafter? Goldleaf is a crafter. Thorn is taking lessons from him, I think." Lore said, periodically forgetting what she was asked in the first place.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:22 pm
"You know what? I bet you could very well be a crafter. You have spunk and you strike me as a very creative and enthusiastic young lady. I think you have the right stuff." The snowy white sentinel encouraged her as he plucked one of the snowdrops and lifted it with his Will. He twisted it and admired it, though most of his attention was still on Lore.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 2:12 pm
Lore's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" she asked, amazed. Lore blushed and stared at the branch below her in embarresment. "That's so nice!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 10:49 am
"Have you a mentor in mind? There are several skilled sentinels out there that could teach you well." He asked as he preened a snowy feather on his open wing.
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