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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:27 pm
The summer heat and lack of rain made Clea an aggrivated woman, indeed. She spent twice as many hours with her herb garden than she normally did. It took every ounce of magic she had to keep them living through the drought and most days, she went home tired and stressed.
Living as an adult wasn't everything her mother had painted it out to be. There was no 'white knight' to come and make her feel loved, no group of friends to pass the time and certainly no child to give her blessings. She stayed up on her hill, surrounded by miles of forest, without anyone else around.
The young maiden crouched down in a bed of dried out muck, her hands cupped around a dying shrub of Rosemary and with a jolt, she watched as it sprang back to full health. She sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow. Willow needed these plants for her patients; her mother needed them and she was going to do her proud by giving them to her.
With the sun high in the sky, she worked on.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:39 pm
 The weather was taking it's toll on nearly everything. Mistaya had her blond hair tied back as she strolled through the forest, looking for fresh water. Somehow, she'd gotten lost on her way to the market, and had been wandering since early that morning. With the heat, the usual small brooks that veined everywhere had dried up. Through it all, she remained positive. She could survive on the plants and small animals for a while, but she would need actually water soon.
"Oh! Feather cushions!" She complained loudly when she came upon one more dried brook. "Hello?" She called out for the hundredth time. Then she froze. She'd felt someone... Someone upset... It was too far to tell the cause of the anger. She held her head up and tried to follow the feeling. Maybe, even if that person was upset, they could help her?
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:47 pm
Clea's ears pricked up as she rose slowly from her perch. Someone was in her territory, someone uninvited. The shrubs around her visibly wilted as she rose up, snapping the growing vines around her paws in half. "Whoever you are, you must be a fool to travel in the forest during this time of year!" She called back in response, a ting of worry rising up in her chest. Finding water for herself was hard enough work and she knew these lands. What would have happend if she hadn't been tipped off that another, possibly a group, was wondering around in it?
Posessively, she looked at her well, then back to the forest. She'd have to share, be polite and offer a meal, so long as the other was friendly. Working on ones social skills was hard business and in this weather, practically grueling.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 11:26 am
Mistaya sighed to herself. Unfortunatly, this scathing voice was the only one she'd heard all day. She had no where else to go. At the very least, it was a female voice. "Indeed, I must be a fool." She called. "Yet I am not traveling for the sake of travel. I've gotten myself lost, the fool that I appear to be."
She smiled though as the irritation in the air turned steadily into a worrisome/defensive taste. She felt a better chance at a drink with this kind of person than the angered one before. She must be getting closer too...
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 1:54 pm
Clea walked to the borders of her herb garden, swaying a bit from exhaustion and the opressing heat. She placed her hand on a vine covered tree, waiting for the inevitable green glow to wrap them up before they slithered off its bark like snakes and formed a stag. It nuzzled at her side affectionately. "I haven't got much to help you with, but I'll do what I can." She replied, patting the wooden creation on the rump. It trotted into the forest, following the sound of the other's voice. "I'm sending a guide, you'll know him when you see him and I would advise you to follow."
She turned away from the scene, confident that her magic would handle everything. Her hair clung to her face when she bent over the side of her well, drawing up what little was left at the bottom for the traveller to drink.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 4:20 pm
(( Will they remember each other from before, or is this a first meeting? ))
"I'll greatly appreciate anything you can do for me." 'Even if it's just pointing me in the right direction.' She thought to herself. It wasn't long before a stag made entirely out of vines greeted her. "Oh!" She gasped, reaching out to give the creation's head a stroke. She giggled as a string of flowers trailed after her hands, making a crown for the guide in her appreciation. But she was thirsty and distracted, so the flowers were smaller than they normally would have been.
"So I'm to follow you." She said softly as she padded after the stag.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 5:22 pm
(They can still remember each other, unless you want it differently. :3)
The stag moved it's head along with her hand, the magically enhanced soul within it feeling all the more pleased. It sensed the magic that it had taken to create it's gorgeous crown and relayed the message back to Clea, who jolted with surprise.
This kind of correspondence wasn't common for her, but when it hit, it hit. She bumped the bucket when she jolted and cursed angrily, stomping her paws on the ground in agitation as the water sloshed out over the cracked earth.
Her creation lead the other cattaur through a vast maze of intensely vine covered trees and briar shrubs. It was a long hike and a difficult one. Slowly, it carried her over a stalled stream and many jagged boulders before leading out to the herb garden. Though the area around them was a wasteland, the gardens grew. Vegetable, herb, flower - Anything that could be grown was popping up in the area around a small cottage. Vines as thick as a man's forearm covered the windows, forcing the house in eternal darkness, but making for the best kind of air conditioning. The door was thick and propped open to allow air to pass through and it was within the threshhold that Clea wated, her golden-green eyes scanning anxiously for her 'guest'.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 10:06 pm
Mistaya felt the current of the other presence change many times. She seemed angry again, then she calmed again, then she was nervous. Mistaya hoped she wouldn't be too much of a nousance.
The difficult walk left Mistaya taking shallow breaths in the thick air as she tried to keep moving. She didn't notice the surrounding foilage until she touched a tree and she gasped at the feeling of magic. They must be close to the female whom had sent her guide.
Finally, there it was. First she saw all the plantlife centered around the cottage. Being a cattaur of plants herself, she was immediatly interested in how much work this much life must take to help it flourish. Now that the trees had opened up, she took a moment to lean against another one and breath after the treck. Then she noticed the taur in the doorway. "Clea." She said, a half-smile on her face. Now she knew why the aura had been familiar.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 8:25 pm
Clea's mouth dropped before she grinned. "Mistaya." She didn't know what to think about having someone she knew at her home but one thing was for sure; the woman sure knew how to make an entrance.
The vine crafted deer trotted up to its home, the very tree she had summoned it from and began to uncoil. Slowly, it wrapped itself back around the tree until all that was left of its daytime adventure was a flower wreath, tucked neatly into a special pouch it had made.
"We have a bit of a water shortage, but I managed to scrap up some for you and theres some bread inside, in case your hungry." Funny, how they were surrounded in fields, but none of them, save for the small one out back, held any vegetables and it was picked dry. Only potatoes remained and there was only so much one could eat of spuds before they threw one out a window.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 8:40 pm
Pushing herself away from the tree, she made her way up to the house. Mistaya watched the guide meld back into the tree, eyes shining a little as she saw the special place for the crown. She came to a stop just in front of the porch.
"A bit of water would be wonderful if you are able to spare it. After that, I could probably grow something to eat for myself and not be a bother for too long. I just need some water and rest to replenish my magic and spirit, if I may settle my cumbersome butt here for a little while?" She said, smiling the entire time. She felt exhausted, but remembering their last meeting made her happy that Clea was the one she found out here.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 8:48 pm
"Just watch what your growing, got it? Don't take away the nutrients that are still in my soil for some friggin' watermelon or something." Clea shook her head before she laughed and turned around to go inside. The water bucket was sitting ontop of a modest little counter with a soup ladel inside and a pinch of bread next to it. She grabbed it all and walked outside, the bucket hanging off her forearm while she munched on the bread.
"Here," Talking around the dried loaf was difficult, but she managed it and handed the wooden container over. Sediment made the bottom of it dark and practically disgusting, but Clea was sure that Mistaya of all people could see past the appearance of dirty water. Or she hoped, anyway. Plopping down on the porch with only the bare minimum of legs tucked underneath her, watching to see what bit of magic her guest would perform.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:01 pm
Mistaya nodded, raising her hand in an attempt to salute, but sighed and sat down instead, too tired for such an act. Luckily, she was one to see passed dirty water and took an eager gulp, the warm liquid feeling cool to her parched throat. Though she yearned to inhale the entire bucket, she set herself with that one drink and returned the ladle. "Thank you Clea." She sighed, licking her lips. She leaned against a post and closed her eyes, allowing the water and the magic around her to re-energize her.
Soon, she was feeling a little better. Feeling at about 70 percent, she pushed herself back up and smiled. "If I was myself, you wouldn't have to worry at all about me taking your soil's nutrients." She placed her palm on the ground, which made concentrating the magic easier. "I will use as little as possible, and not on a watermelon." She lifted her hand, revealing a small bud that only slowly grew.
"Are you out here by yourself?" She asked to pass the time until the plant was done.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:11 pm
"Drink as much as you want, I've had my fill for the day." Which translated to 'I'm staying in the shade until nightfall, so I won't need it'. She bit off a chunk of bread and allowed it to wallow in the dismel amount of saliva in her mouth before attempting to chew it. After choking it down, she began to answer Mistaya's question, though visually transfixed on her plant.
"Not always, no. I have visitors from time to time, but mainly my brothers. In effect, I do live on my own. " Sighing she leaned back against the outside of her home and closed her eyes against the sun. They were burning themselves out. As much as she craved a dip in the stream, she knew there would be no water to great her. "When you want to avoid someone, its best to go as far away as possible to do it and this is pretty out there."
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:28 pm
"Ah, maybe for the day, but what will you do for tomorrow? Besides, I'm sore tempted to drink it all, and one more sip might shred my last efforts at self control." She raised her hand a little more, the plant following after her like a target, little leaves stretching out. "Besides, I'll have a bit of liquid from the plant."
"Avoid?" Her eyes flicked over, the plant pausing in it's growth as her attention switched elsewhere. "You're not in danger are you?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:19 pm
"Tomorrow will be tomorrows worry." Clea waved her hand and smiled. "You'll never get enough water from that little weed, so drink up. Wouldn't want me to be offended by you turning down my generous offer, would you?"
The cattauress' eyes visibly glazed over and she pointedly looked out across the scorched earth. Her hands balled into fists on the gritty wood, tail lashing out at the boards that held up her home as memories assaulted her. Potential futures flitted in with visions she'd seen recently and made a mini-nightmare.
She truly hated her photographic memory.
"In some ways, yes, but not physically. So long as I stay away, I can heal in peace."
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