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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 7:13 pm
Finally. So long since Savith dreamed a real dream and what does his mind conjure up? Just a random day, sitting at home, lifemate by his side, childern playing on the fur rug at his feet. The two, a boy and girl, are 'hunting' a stuffed rabbit that sits, unware, on the far edge of the rug from them. In his hand is a goblet of wine, that he's too happily preoccupied to sip at. His lifemate, in his mind a stunningly breathtaking elfess, as tall as he, with a river of golden hair like sunlight pooling about her and eyes bluer than any summer sky, leans her head against his shoulder and chest. Surely, nothing could disturb this piece of bliss.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 11:09 am
Of course not, why *should* anything disturb it?
Llune drifts into the family scene, just as naturally as could be, and dream-sends a greeting and a warm nod to her son and his lifemate. Llune has arrived with two small outfits in her hand, one of a velvety emerald green, the other a deep maroon. They weren't quite finished - still needed a bit of trim, some sparkly things, and a final fitting - so Llune had arrived to make sure she left enough material for the growth spurts that were sure to come.
"Hello my dearests!" Llune exclaimed to the little ones, flopping unceremoniously onto the floor with them and brandishing the soft outfits, "Look what I've brought you!" As the children crowd around, Llune tosses a wink to the happy couple.
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 6:17 pm
Only in dreams could Savith smile so freely, so unrestrained. At his side, Larias remains leaned against him as he replies to Llune, "Good eve, Mother. I see you've finished your next set of clothes for my hatchlings. I have to say, its good not to be your only dress-up doll anymore."
The children happily clamber toward Llune and her gifts.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:43 am
Llune giggles as the children climb all over her, tossing a wink and a smile at the happy couple, "Oh, no, dear, do not think you are safe - your measurements are merely not changing as rapidly as these little ones' are. I will be back later with your attire, and yours as well, Larias."
Once the children have gotten their fill of using grandmother as a jungle-gym, Llune sets to the task of getting them into the little jackets and jumpsuits, and then busies herself with the task of getting one of the hatchlings to hold still while she makes marks at places to take up the material.
Once the fitting is essentially concluded, Llune allows the children to run about in their new threads while she chit chats with the adults. In the way of dreams, it seems as though she is suddenly sitting beside them, and steaming cup of tea in her hand, as they chat about the children and the latest artsy developments of Egg and so on...
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 8:31 pm
Savith's easy smiles and chuckles grow more serious as the two children on the floor seem to morph into the vague forms of Dancer and Dewpaw, but with traces of elfesses Llune has never seen. The odd mix of looks is like heat ripples in the desert. For a heartbeat the two are Rosendo and Acacia, Savith's pure blooded glider chilldern, the next they are Dancer and Dewpaw, and the next two girl children with Savith's lean form, pale skin, and green eyes, but mixed with a sharp wolfy feralness. They don't shift in unison or even with any sort of pattern. At his side, Larias seems to sit up, legs folding up underneath herself as she grows a touch more feral of feature and while the height and willowy build of a glider remains, there is little mistaking the color and look of Starsong. Savith, himself, looks weary, as if a heavy weight settled on him, a weight that he bears well. His uniform is less than whole.
"But supplies are scarce at the moment," he remarks seriously, though grinning.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 8:40 am
Likewise, Llune's featured seem to gracefully age, although she remains the same delicately tall creature, her hair seems to lengthen and grow more silvery white, her expression more wise. The quarters shift from those of the mountain to the warm insides of a great tree-trunk, to the drafty quarters of a tent. "Yes, if only I had enough feathers." she says, still absently playing with the children, whoever they are at the moment. She shivers in the new, chilly tent location, but smiles still, completely comfortable and relaxed, and lifts herself with her magic to alight beside Savith, opposite his lifemate, "But we shall, as always, triumph over hard times, my son..." Her voice is light and airy, but still somehow strong and sure and reassuring. She places a hand on Savith's shoulder in an affectionate mommy gesture, although she refrains from hugging him on account of how embarassing she knows it would be for him...
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 8:48 pm
"I suppose crashing from the sky and living through the sky crashing down aren't much removed from each other," Savith commented ruefully, ignoring Llune's hand for the moment. "It's hard to imagine.. this starting over," he muses, watching the six versions of his children flit about over themselves, shaping rock, catching the other's hair on fire, healing the burns away, flying out of reach, growling like a wolf and leaping after. He watched it with a morbid fascination. "I wonder, though, if it means the High Ones aren't yet through with me," come the tought, the thought which in dreams becomes words, and words that draw his eyes toward the vision of his lifemate as the Huntress Starsong. She smiles, features shifting to those of this first two soulmates.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 8:51 pm
Starsong, Savith's soulmates, smiles.
"No, my soul," she says, lips parting into a sweet lustful smile. "They are not done with you."
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:54 pm
Savith turned to regard the odd mix of his three soulmates and the very unrelated Starsong, a light frown playing on his lips until his gaze met eyes. The frown faded into a bland sort of look, as muscles went slack. Lips parted and head tilted, until, after a moment, he blinked sharply and shook his head. He averted his gaze, to the low sputtering fire that keeps their motley crew clinging to warmth in the horrid tropical cyclone that in dream is mixed with a ferocious winter blizzard. He has no answer, merely, the dream world in his mind, trembles with unease.
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