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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 9:35 am
Welcome to Meredith's Cabin Owner: Meredith Grant
Player: DareDelvil
Current Occupants: Meredith, Angharad, Symphonie,
Maximus "Max" Meridius, Diana, November, Hippolyta,
"Duchess", Rosenstolz, Chief and BalthazarThis journal is for DareDelvil's use. Please do not post here without permission.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 12:48 pm
Rules, Contents and Current Events
The front door is ajar. Stepping cautiously inside, you look around the cabin and find no signs of life. The place is clean and well-kept, but parts of it seem to be in need of repair: the front door hinges creaked when you entered, one of the floorboards in the living room is loose, and the back door seems to have been removed altogether. There are still rust-stained holes in the doorframe where the hinges were. In its place, a bead curtain keeps some of the light out of the house but none of the air.
A movement from beyond the hanging beads catches your eye. Several Palui are playing on the grass beyond the back porch. Grinning, you step through the curtain to watch them. The beads rattle as you pass.
"If you've brought homework, you can leave it on the table in the sitting room."
The voice from beside you makes you start. Turning, you see a woman sitting in an ancient-looking rocking chair. She is reading a book, and has not looked up from it to speak to you. In her lap she cradles what you recognise as a Palui bundle, stroking it idly with her thumb every so often.
In between the cheerful squeaks of the Palui in the garden, you can hear it purring.
Rules
- As seen above, please do not post here without permission.
- The art and concepts of this shop are copyright to their creators. Don't steal them.
- The writing and concepts of Meredith and associated characters are copyright DareDelvil. Don't steal them either.
- Please be courteous in your dealings with DareDelvil and friends. I hope this goes without saying.
- IC ugliness is more than okay if it works, but please don't let IC bleed into OOC. Likewise, if Meredith is being horrid to your character that doesn't mean I hate you.
Contents
01: Introduction
02: Rules, Contents and Current Events <- you are here
03: Motherhood - a story
04: Meredith's Rocking Chair
05: The Grant Children
06: Past Events
07: Future Plans
08: Credits and Thanks
OOC Events
2009.06.22: gift from TawnyAngel, Balthazar received at bundle stage
2009.04.16: Chief received
2009.04.13: Rosenstolz received at adult stage for work done in April
2009.04.10: officially appointed GAMES MASTER, "Duchess" received at attuned stage for work done in March
2009.04.03: Hippolyta reached adult stage
2009.03.15: Hippolyta reached baby stage
2009.03.01: bundles released - Hippolyta received at bundle stage
2009.02.28: breeding slot won with Diana, four bundles rolled
2009.02.19: breeding slot applied for with Diana (to TawnyAngel's Ceallach); November attuned to Ice
2008.12.05: November reached adult stage
2008.11.21: November reached baby stage
2008.11.17: bundles released - November received at bundle stage
2008.11.16: breeding slot won with Max, two bundles rolled
2008.11.11: breeding slots applied for with Max (to .angelic.demonic.'s Addie) and Diana (to TawnyAngel's Ceallach)
2008.11.01: Diana attuned to Earth
2008.10.07: winners of RP contest announced, won 1st place - Diana received at adult stage
2008.10.06: contest entry "The Road Not Taken" completed for relative RP contest
2008.09.20: prize from contest chosen - Max received at attuned stage
2008.09.19: entered quick-fire RP contest with entry "Survivor", won 1st place
2008.09.02: Symphonie reached adult stage
2008.08.19: Symphonie reached baby stage
2008.08.15: lioness trivia flatsale won - #4 Symphonie received at bundle stage
2008.08.05: Angharad reached adult stage
2008.07.22: Angharad reached baby stage
2008.07.17: Angharad received at bundle stage
2008.07.16: winners of RP contest announced, won 1st place prize of semi-custom growing neutral Palui
2008.07.15: contest entry "Motherhood" completed for opening event RP contest
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 2:09 pm
Motherhood - a story
The woman's name is Meredith, and she seldom has visitors.
She hands the bundle to you with strict instructions not to drop it, and vanishes into the house. You can hear her moving about in the kitchen. Within the bundle, the baby Palui stirs. A minute or two later, she returns with fruit juice in two worn cups and offers one to you. For all her awkwardness, doubtless born of inexperience, she is quietly welcoming.
"When I first came here," she explains, sitting beside you on the decking and settling the bundle back into her lap, "I was alone. I'd spent most of my life that way - learned to like it, I suppose. But you know how the locals are, I'm sure, and they gave me Angie there: the speckled black and orange one, do you see her?" She indicates one of the Palui playing in the garden, a cheerful, green-eyed creature with a pattern that reminds you of a koi fish. "Yes, that's the one. Back when they first thrust her upon me, she looked very much like this little one." She strokes the bundle and smiles faintly. "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm very glad I didn't give her back twice..."The Story It was waiting on the doorstep when I arrived at the cabin.
I oughtn't to have been surprised, I suppose. There had been something inherently knowing about the tanned, beflowered native boy who'd thrust the brightly-coloured bundle into my hands. Refusing the gift was a social faux pas, I knew, but I'd done so anyway - the contents had felt warm and living even through the cloth, and no amount of having lived as a recluse for the past few years could have kept the stories from reaching me. A Palui. He'd wanted me to have it. To take care of it. Of course, I refused. What sort of a caretaker would I be for the little thing? I said no as politely as possible, returned the bundle and headed for what passed for the shops. I tried to think no more about it. But it wasn't the first time I'd fled from a situation like that, and that made it gnaw at me as I tried to concentrate on buying the makings of dinner. Should have said yes, a little voice said accusingly at the back of my mind. Should have kept it this time instead of foisting it off on someone else. That little fluffball was depending on you. Isn't it about time you took responsibility?
But responsibility, even at thirty-four, still isn't my style. And so I didn't go back to the docks and look for the boy, and I didn't accept the bundle, and I didn't take it shopping with me, and I certainly didn't still have it when I got to my new home. Yet there it was, sitting on the doorstep.
And if ever a piece of cloth could look smug, that bundle had managed it.
I took it inside, of course. Who else would have looked after it? I was reluctant, not heartless. It sat on the counter while I tidied up in the kitchen, and as I began to set out the ingredients for dinner I imagined that it was watching me. Suddenly self-conscious, I abandoned the idea of food and took the bundle into the sitting room. What little furniture the previous owners had left behind would serve my needs: I expected no visitors, and one can only sit in one chair at a time. I chose the rocking chair. It was charming in a quaint, old-fashioned way. Time seemed to have forgotten this house - and, perhaps, this island.
The bundle was a soft weight in my lap as I took the unevenly folded letter from my pocket. Some of the words were half obscured by creases, but I knew them all by heart in any case. I was only reading it again to look at the words. Part of me still hoped that if I looked at them hard enough they might change.
You were difficult to track down, you know! I hope you didn't mean not to be found - if you did I'm sorry. I'm just so curious. I've wondered all my life about you. I mean...it's strange. All my friends take it for granted: they have a mother, they have a father, that's where they came from, and that's it. But that's not it for me. It's not that simple for me.
But I guess life isn't really simple at all, is it?
I felt the purring before I heard it. I had begun absent-mindedly rocking the chair as I read, and the steady motion seemed to be soothing the creature inside the cloth. It was a warm, welcoming purr. I tried very hard not to grow attached to it.
"Now listen, you," I said quietly to the bundle, not expecting it to understand. "Don't get too comfortable. In the morning I'm taking you to someone who wants you. Trust me - I'm not cut out for this sort of thing."
A jumble of soft squeaks and calls from outside caught my attention. Frowning, I tucked the letter back into my pocket and crossed the room, bundle in arms, to see what was happening. Upon looking out of the window into the back garden, I spotted the source of the noise. A group of young Palui were playing among the ill-kept grass, watched over by a slightly ragged-looking adult - a female? - with patched fur. I smiled. Dear little things. They probably considered it their back garden. Animals do.
Lacking the heart to directly shoo them away, I tucked the bundle into the crook of my arm and opened the back door. It creaked and rattled, but the Palui paid me no attention. They were used to humans, I supposed. A glance at the hinges told me that I'd be better off with a bead curtain - they were almost wrecked beyond repair. For the time being I wedged the door open and sat down on the back porch to watch the kittens play, the bundle cradled in my lap. The decking was warm beneath me, and the air was full of gentle background noise: the gleeful squeaking of the kittens, the soft chirp of crickets in the undergrowth, the whisper of the wind through the grass, the muted purring of the creature inside the bundle.
For the first time since I had reached Palu Island, I began to feel at peace.
I should warn you at this point that I'm something of a cynic. It was only natural for me to think that the island itself had caught me in a good mood, decided to shatter it, and sent that shadow sweeping across the ground. This was probably not the case, but nonetheless you can imagine my frustration. The instant the shadow appeared, the idyllic calm was torn to shreds. The patched female began to shriek a warning - "paluiluiluiiiii!" - and the kittens, silent with terror, dived for cover.
One of them wasn't quick enough.
I recognised the predator on sight. It was an ingi bird, one of a rare species that nests around the eastern cliffs of the island. I had read a little about them over the past few weeks, in between learning about the island and its famous Palui, and seen enough photographs to be able to identify them easily. What I had failed to grasp was the size of the things. This one was flimsy-looking, but its wingspan was formidable. It put me in mind of a cross between an eagle and a swan, graceful and terrible. Even as it closed its talons around the kitten I had to admire its smooth, effortless movements. At this time of year it probably had hungry chicks to feed - perhaps, I thought, scooping up a loose feather that had dropped from its left wing, one little kitten was not so great a sacrifice to make. Palui were numerous. Ingi were not. It made sense.
Would you still think that if it was your child the bird was carrying off?
A wave of sickness overcame me. My objective viewpoint had been my only defence against the situation. Without that, I became hopelessly invested in the doomed kitten - I wanted to save it, even though I knew it was one of many hundreds of thousands and would not die needlessly. Still I hesitated. How could I choose between the ingi's chicks and the Palui kitten? Who was I to decide who should live and who should die?
You're someone who cares, said that same accusing little voice from before. You're someone who gives a damn about who lives and who dies. The minute you start to care for a child, it's a little bit your child too. So start acting like a mother for once. You've been a coward all your life, Meredith Grant, and now is the time to change. Enough sitting on the bloody fence and hoping nobody notices you. Choose. Take sides. Be counted.
Looking from the feather in my hand to the distraught female Palui on the ground, I suddenly knew exactly what I had to do.
All this had taken place in a fraction of a second. When I set down the bundle and took two steps towards the Palui female, she was still shrieking after the retreating shape of the ingi. I brushed the feather across her patched fur, and she turned to me with a start, her eyes wide and desperate - and then she shone. I flinched and shielded my eyes from the glare, blinking away after-images as the light faded.
The first thing I saw upon moving my hands away was a pair of wide, white wings.
I let the feather drop from my fingers as I took in the sight of the newly-attuned air Palui. She was the most majestic creature I had ever seen: lean, wiry, with fine soft fur and strong wings. From what I could tell, she seemed equally impressed with herself. After a moment, though, I was reminded of the urgency of the situation. I pointed after the ingi. "Go!" I said sharply. "You can catch them now - go!"
She didn't need telling twice. She leaped into the air, tearing off after the ingi with powerful, confident wingbeats. The use of her wings seemed to come naturally to her, as if the ingi's feather had told her everything she needed to know. I retreated under the porch and crouched there with the remaining kittens, the bundle at my side and my heart in my mouth. All our hopes rested on the air female. We watched as one creature, huddled together, starting at every twist and turn of the chase that ensued. I grew tense with hope each time the patched Palui drove the ingi back toward us, and weak with fear every time the bird gained ground. One of the kittens began to mewl pitifully, and I reached out automatically to give it a soothing stroke. "Hush, darling," I murmured. "Aunty Patch is going to win. You'll see."
Perhaps my words were prophetic. Perhaps Palu Island simply has a good sense of drama. Either way, no sooner had the words left my mouth than the two soaring shapes collided in the air. The ingi gave a great caw of dismay - with its talons full of kitten, it was hopelessly disadvantaged. The Palui female struck out at it with all four paws, screaming what were probably obscenities in her palupalu language, and after only a few seconds the ingi gave up. Bird who hunts and flies away lives to hunt another day, or however the saying goes. Clearly deciding that it could not afford to be injured, it relinquished its prize the better to flee.
It took me a heartbeat to realise that the kitten was now falling, squealing, to earth.
He, unlike his assailant, unlike his guardian, had no wings.
Without a second thought, I scrambled from beneath the decking and leaped into the air to intercept him. Thankfully he had not fallen far, and by sheer dumb luck (because my athletic prowess is frequently rivalled by snails) I managed to catch him. I twisted in mid-air, shielding his tiny body with my own. We hit the ground. I bore the brunt of the impact on my left shoulder, and though it hurt - I gritted my teeth against the pain - it didn't feel broken.
There was a moment's pause, and the world breathed out.
Slowly, gingerly, I rolled on to my back in the grass. Looking up at the sky, I saw the ingi bird in retreat. The victorious Palui female soared overhead once more before coming into land. It struck me that she would make a fine guardian for the kitten in the bundle. Far finer than me, certainly - what did I know about being a mother? I'd spent my life fleeing from just that kind of responsibility. For that reason alone, I was sure I knew less than nothing. I was certain I would do a child more harm than good, be it human, Palui or any other species you care to name. Had I not believed that, I should have accepted the bundle at the very start.
The patched female landed beside me, bruised but undaunted. She nosed gently at the kitten in my arms. It - he - gave a soft "paruuuu" of acknowledgement. Both the female and I gave near-identical sighs of relief.
"You did it," I said softly, smiling at her. "You saved him."
"Palu palu," she answered, and though it sounded a little like a "yes" it sounded more like a "yes, but".
It was only later that I realised what she had meant.
Once I felt calm enough to stand, I carried the kitten to the porch and set him down on the decking in the evening sun. The others, taking this as an invitation, scrambled up with their guardian and joined him. I left the bundle among them, trusting that they would do the kitten inside it no harm, and slipped into the kitchen. There was plenty of fresh fruit and a good selection of vegetables. Perfect for Palui, if memory served me. I was thankful as I prepared it for whatever impulse had caused me to buy so much, and to the market vendors for making it so affordable. More than that, though, I was thankful for my unexpected company. My part in the rescue of the kitten had caused them to accept me, or so it appeared - ah, that must have been what the air female had meant. We had saved him, not she alone. The fact that I had risked injury to protect another was difficult to believe. I had not thought myself capable of such selfless behaviour. And now here I was, scant minutes after the incident, my shoulder aching quietly, putting together a meal for all his friends and family.
Perhaps I knew something about parenting after all.
You could very well give the kitten to Aunty Patch out there, I thought to myself as I arranged the fruit and vegetables on a pair of worn wooden trays. But hasn't she got enough children to worry about as it is? Besides, the boy gave it to you. You know these native types always know more about a person than they let on. He probably thought you could use a little responsibility. And maybe he was right. Maybe it's time to give this motherhood thing a shot - on both counts.
I plucked the letter from my pocket, unfolded it, and let my gaze sweep over the rows of neat handwriting. Until now, I had hoped the words might change upon re-reading. This time, I read them to make sure they were still the same.
It's not that I've had an unhappy life. It's the opposite. I've been very lucky. I love my parents, and I'm not trying to replace them. But there's always been you - or an idea of you - hanging around in my mind. Sometimes I think I remember you, in a simple baby way, but I can't be sure. It's probably silly. I'm probably imagining it. But I can't help thinking it, because I feel like I ought to know you. Like we ought to know each other.
You brought me into the world, and I know nothing about you. If it's all right by you...I'd like that to change.
I began to think, at that moment, that it was all right by me. Part of me had always longed for it, the same part that felt small and cold whenever I witnessed a tender moment between a parent and their child. Part of me had never wanted to give her up. I still wasn't sure if I could cope with all this responsibility, but I was sure I had to try. I'd start with a return letter, and see where it went from there. Baby steps. One day at a time.
And maybe, somewhere along the line, I'd learn how to be a mother.
I took the trays of fruit and vegetables out to the porch amid "palu!"s of excitement, sat down on the deck, took the bundle (my bundle) in my lap, and began mentally composing my letter as I shared dinner with my new friends.
Dear Anna,
I'm glad you decided to write to me when you did. If you'd been two days slower, you might have missed me. I've just moved to a place called Palu Island - maybe someday, if you're interested, I'll tell you all about it...
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 3:47 pm
Meredith's Rocking Chair
"It was here when I got here," Meredith says, pushing the rocking chair with her foot to make it rock. A few baby Palui, curled up on the seat, are purring themselves to sleep. "I dragged it out on to the porch to have somewhere to sit of an evening - by myself, I suppose. Just me and these wild little things." She holds back most of the smile. "I've become accustomed to solitude. In a crowd, I crave it. I don't know why, but...Palui don't seem to disturb it."
One of the babies in the chair snaps awake, startled by a bird call in the distance. Meredith reaches out to soothe it, gently stroking its tiny head with the tips of her fingers. It croons softly, its eyelids sliding shut.
"Perhaps," says Meredith, picking up her previous thread, "it's because they give so much and ask for so little. And they don't cry when I go indoors at the end of the day. I don't think I could live with a human after all these years. Humans...require one to be a social animal at all times. ...I couldn't do that."
She falls silent, looking away awkwardly with the air of one who is considering escape. You begin to see what she means.
 Name: Meredith Grant
Palu-Name: Teacher
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Height/Build: 5'7"; average, nondescript
Hair: Straight, mousy-brown, about waist-length, worn in a thin plait with a fringe
Eyes: Green; wears small, dark-framed glasses
Alignment: Neutral, trying to be Neutral Good
Orientation: Unknown
Occupation: Schoolteacher
A reclusive creature, Meredith avoids contact with the world beyond that which is necessary. She has no particular friends to speak of, and this is even more the case now that she has moved to Palu Island. Until recently she has avoided getting into any close relationships, having convinced herself that she would do people more harm than good. Under the influence of the Palui she is gradually beginning to change her mind, but she remains a solitary animal at heart and greatly values her peace and quiet.
MSLT Score: 8, Anti-Sue
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 4:23 pm
The Grant Children
The bundle stirs. As you watch, the cloth shifts to accomodate the movements of the baby Palui inside. Meredith catches you looking. Without asking, she lifts the bundle from her lap and lays it in yours instead. At your look of surprise, she gives a soft laugh. "That was what it was like for me too," she says. "Not so much as a by-your-leave. She just...dropped into my lap."
Carefully, with her encouragement, you rest your hand against the cloth. A tiny heartbeat is pulsing inside. The baby moves again, and you can feel a little paw pressing against your knee.
"Oh, what do you want?"
The Palui called Angie has come to sniff at the bundle. Meredith allows her pet to approach, and at the soft questioning "palu?" she chuckles. "Don't give me that. It's not food. It's a baby."
The creature brightens, as if understanding her. "Palu! Palururu!"
"Oh, it'll come out, darling," Meredith murmurs, smiling that same faint, wistful smile. "You'll see. It'll come out in its own good time."
 Name: Angharad
Palu-Name: Green-Eyes
Gender: Female
Element: Neutral
Alignment: Neutral Good
Orientation: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Friends: Symphonie, Max, Diana, Hippolyta
Enemies: None
Colours By: Leikkun
Angharad, known as "Angie" because not even Meredith knows quite how to pronounce her name, was given to Meredith when she first arrived at Palu Island. Though Meredith initially refused the gift, she later came to accept and welcome Angharad's presence in her life. She was given the name intended for Meredith's daughter, and has become Meredith's first true companion for many years. A bright, inquisitive Palui with an explorer's instincts, she enjoys going to new places and making new discoveries - so long as Meredith is never far away.
 Name: Symphonie
Palu-Name: Cream-Fur
Gender: Female
Element: Neutral (Paleo)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Orientation: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Friends: Angharad, Max, Dolly, Rosenstolz
Enemies: None
Colours By: x_Nata_x
This cream-white Palui was left in Meredith's care by Melanie, one of her younger students. Melli, whose parents decided she was not responsible enough to have a Palui of her own, persuaded her teacher to house the bundle, on the condition that she would help take care of the creature once it emerged. Neither of them expected a lion-tailed albino, but both were delighted. Melli named her Symphonie after the song that was playing at the time - you can listen to it here - and between the three of them they are continuing to subtly work on Melli's parents in the hope that Symphonie can eventually live with her rightful owner. Sym is a lively, bubbly Palui who loves to play games, the more energetic the better.
 Name: Maximus "Max" Meridius
Palu-Name: Four-Scars (used to go by One-Eye)
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Alignment: Lawful Good
Orientation: Straight
Mate: None
Offspring: Duncan, November (by .angelic.demonic.'s Addie)
Friends: Angharad, Symphonie, November
Enemies: None
Colours By: Leikkun
Max lived wild for most of his life before he encountered Meredith and her four-legged family. He joined them after being turned out of his coalition by a younger, stronger male, and realising that he would find it difficult to survive without aid. Seeking out humankind was a last resort for him, but thus far he does not seem to regret it. A little gruff but essentially kind-hearted, Max believes in protecting those weaker than him and punishing those who harm the innocent. Angie and Sym look up to him as a father figure. You can read his story here.
 Name: Diana
Palu-Name: Left-Side
Gender: Female
Element: Earth
Alignment: Neutral Good
Orientation: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: Hippolyta, Kira, Aine, Stulta
Friends: Angharad, Hippolyta, Ceallach
Enemies: None
Colours By: x_Nata_x
Diana has spent most of her life inside looking out. A pampered, beloved pet Palui, she is incredibly tame and implicitly trusts any human that does not obviously wish to harm her. However, she has always suffered from strange bouts of longing for more than her peaceful existence - whenever she went out into the world, no matter how much she loved her owner she sometimes wanted to slip her leash and run away. Just to see what was out there, of course. Until recently, the fear that she might not be able to find her way home had always won out: when she finally gave in to curiosity and fled, she was found by Angharad and taken in (you can read the story here). She has become a semi-permanent member of the Grant family, splitting her time between her owner's house in the centre of town and Meredith's cabin. Diana adores being around plants, particularly fruit trees and sweet-smelling flowers, and gets on well with other Palui - particularly those that have had Adventures. She tends to idolise those who lead more exciting lives than she does, and will quite happily listen to their tales for hours with rapt, starry-eyed attention.
 Name: Dolores ("Dolly", "Lolly", "Lo", "Baby-Lo", etc)
Palu-Name: Small
Gender: Female
Element: Candycorn
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Orientation: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Friends: Symphonie, Rosenstolz
Enemies: None
Colours By: Leikkun
This tiny Palui was found by Symphonie on Halloween night, hiding from the island children's boisterous festivities. Since then, the two have become almost inseparable. Though small, Dolly is surprisingly bright, and as her courage has grown - bolstered by the constant presence of a much larger and very protective best friend - she has proven to be an inquisitive, engaging companion.
 Name: November
Palu-Name: Many-Leaves
Gender: Female
Element: Ice
Alignment: Unknown
Orientation: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: n/a
Friends: Max, Addie, Duncan
Enemies: None
Colours By: Leikkun
November is Max's only daughter. She, along with her brother Duncan, was born from a brief liaison with a leaf-marked female named Addie. Though Duncan and Addie do not live at the Grant house, November recalls them fondly and without regret. As she has grown, November has become graceful, elegant and self-assured, and her childlike hopping around has turned to skillful dancing that endears her to Meredith's daughter Anna. Her attuning to Ice, which occurred during an excursion to Mount Kapu with her father, arguably saved her life when she became lost in the dark. Max spent hours looking for her, and when he eventually found her he took her for dead - she had, in fact, fallen asleep in the snow, and she leaped up at once when she heard him calling. Since then she has put her luxurious but cooling fur to good use: the Grant family never want for an air-conditioner with November around.
 Name: Hippolyta
Palu-Name: ???
Gender: Female
Element: Neutral
Alignment: Unknown
Orientation: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: n/a
Friends: Diana, Ceallach, Angharad
Enemies: None
Colours By: Leikkun
(Info to follow.)
 Name: "Duchess"
Palu-Name: Winter
Gender: Female
Element: Ice
Alignment: Unknown
Orientation: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: n/a
Friends: ???
Enemies: None
Colours By: Leikkun
(Info to follow.)
 Name: Rosenstolz
Palu-Name: Dark-Mane
Gender: Male
Element: Neutral (Paleo)
Alignment: Unknown
Orientation: Unknown
Mate: None
Offspring: n/a
Friends: Symphonie, Dolly
Enemies: None
Colours By: x_Nata_x
(Info to follow.)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 12:54 pm
Past Events
"Prrmmrrf," says Angie a while later, a muffled "palu" as she emerges from the house with something trapped in her little jaws. It is a photograph. Meredith brightens. "Oh, well done, Angie. I was looking for that. She brings me anything she finds lying around the house," she explains to you, "just in case I've lost it. She's very clever, really."
While Meredith makes a fuss of Angie, you take a brief look at the photograph. It shows a girl of about twelve, standing beside a middle-aged man and grinning broadly at the camera. Both are wearing winter clothes - the man is sporting pink fluffy earmuffs - and their gloves and coats are covered in the remnants of a snowball fight.
"It's a good picture, isn't it?" Meredith says quietly, and you start at being caught out. She smiles knowingly. "Her name is Anna, and the man is her father. Of course, she'd be a lot older now."
On this last, she looks away from you and stares into the distance - not wistfully, but in peaceful contemplation.
Content to follow...
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:04 pm
Future Plans
Intro to follow...
Plot Searches
Angharad - friends/enemies/flings/mate
Likes: outgoing, friendly, good sense of humour, intelligent
Dislikes: anti-human, hyperactive, crazy, spiteful
Ideal Match: black, reds/pinks/oranges/yellows, white, perhaps friendship after a random fling but probably no romance
Symphonie - friends/enemies/flings/mate
Likes: kind, patient, protective, will make her laugh
Dislikes: spiteful, violent, cold, will mock her
Ideal Match: lion tail, dark colours, a protector, may have to impress Max (the father equivalent) before being accepted in the house
Max - friends/enemies/flings/mate
Likes: strong, brave, fair, intelligent
Dislikes: cowardly, underhanded, brutal, sadistic
Ideal Match: blues, white, attuned, a fellow warrior or a quick-witted damsel to protect, perhaps someone who will be a mother to the girls
Diana - friends/enemies/flings/mate
Likes: bold, outgoing, adventurous, experienced
Dislikes: violent, frightening, dismissive, snobbish
Ideal Match: purples, blues, gold, an adventuring mentor who will teach her the ways of the outside world and help her grow stronger
Dolly - friends/enemies/flings/mate
November - friends/enemies/flings/mate
Hippolyta - friends/enemies/flings/mate
Where to find Meredith
- Teaches the island children at the schoolhouse
- Lives on the outskirts of the community
- Gets supplies and new books from the market
- Visits the docks to see the new arrivals to the island
Where to find Anna
- Has a small apartment in the centre of town
- Frequently visits her mother at the cabin
- Helps out at the schoolhouse
- Currently trying to persuade the island authorities to let her teach dance
Quests
- Dolly on new neutral adult lines
- Patch (air female, must be patched)
- one of each common element (water still needed)
- one of each uncommon element (electric and air still needed)
- meteorite (this could be a tough one... XD)
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:19 pm
Credits and Thanks
Intro to follow...
Shop Concept: The Palui concept is based off of the Pokemon Eevee.
Eevee and Pokemon are (c) Nintendo.
Shop Owners: Leikkun and x_Nata_x
Lineart & Templates: Leikkun
Colorists: Leikkun, x_Nata_x
Certs: Chibizoo, with tweaking by Kizamaji
Many thanks to all the above, as well as anyone else who has ever helped Meredith add a Palui to her family. heart
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