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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:04 pm
Oqaia sat outside in the warmth of the dying fire, wondering why on earth Valelldia would have instructed her to come here. And the fire spit up everything but answers- it threw magic into the air, passion and mystery... heat and comfort it afforded its admirers, and danger to any who dare come too close. But it didn't give the girl any answers. ...And somehow... she was okay with that.
She'd been awakened from a very early sleep by a knock on the window of her wagon. It was her sister- a dark blue veil covering most of her face, except those amazing yellow eyes- the one thing they had in common- and said, piercing both the darkness and the sleep that remained, clinging to her with a whisper.
"You have to go into the center of the caravan. Mirela will come, and you two have business to attend to. Hurry now." And with that, Valelldia was gone- off to attend to growths of her own- though Oqaia knew none of that. All she knew is that here she sat... wondering how Mirela would know to come, or even what they were to do when she arrived.
She'd soon discover, though, that her sister... knew exactly what she was doing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 9:08 pm
Mirela woke suddenly, something that was rare for the gypsy. She was one who rather enjoyed her sleep and generally loathed an interruption to it, and it seemed strange to her that she wasn't filled with the usual undirected anger at her waking. Rolling over, a low growl emitted from the young woman as sleep failed to consume her once more.
It seemed that something was keeping her awake this dark and early morn', an event which had only occurred on one other occasion. The day that she had left her home in Mulden to join the gypsy. Not one to ignore her instincts, Mirela wriggled her way to the edge of the bed and set her feet upon the caravan's wooden floor. A quick glance from her window revealed a lone figure seated by the fire. The dying embers cast a flickering glow around the feminine form, although Mirela could not make out whom it was.
Dressing quickly, the blonde-haired gypsy stepped quietly from the wagon. She didn't know why, but she had in inkling that whomever was waiting by the fire was waiting for her. The grass was slick beneath her feet as she moved, serving to dampen the sound of her footfalls as she moved. A chill ran down the Mirela’s spine due to the crisp nature of the night air, causing her to tighten the strange blue blanket around her shoulders.
"Your out early Oqaia" Mirela said softly as she seated herself beside her fellow gypsy. A questioning expression past across Mirela's visage as she regarded the other woman, as if waiting for and explanation as to why they were both here.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 1:00 pm
"As are you, Mirela," Oqaia said, her voice equally soft, rising above the dying embers of the flame with an almost questioning ease. She looked at the newcomer, and at the blue blanket she had wrapped about her shoudlers. Suddenly, she realized what the 'business' must be with her.
"Mirela... may I see your blanket, please?" She asked, staring at the cloth.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 10:47 pm
A slight nod indicated Mirela's answer to Oqaia's question. Her sapphire eyes watch the other gypsy with curiosity as she took in both Mirela and the blanket that rested about Mirela's shoulders. What was so fascinating about a seemingly old blue blanket? It was this logic that left Mirela rather thrown by Oqaia's second request. Although she was still confused as to why Oqaia would want the blanket, she handed it over all the same.
The more the fair-haired gypsy thought about it, the more she came to realise that she had always felt as if there was something 'more' behind the blanket's simple visage. She had also dismissed it as a crazy thought, but perhaps it wasn't so crazy after all.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 7:52 am
Oq took the fabric with a thankful nod- to allow another gypsy temporary possession of your Fortunette was a very serious, loving matter. Even if Mirela did not yet know that this was to be her child, there was still an unspoken magical bond there.
The fabric was well woven, long and thin, which was unusual for a blanket of any sort. Oqaia wondered where her sister had gotten it, and why she herself found herself so drawn to it. Only when she looked up into the flames did she suddenly feel mesmerized, and drawn to an answer.
Valelldia knew her sister well, though it had been long since she'd seen the half-blood gypsy. Her yellow eyes were telling- she was a seer. Severely unexperienced, but a seer nonetheless- when faced with the stream of pure magic that ran through the caravan, she could use... water, the sky, or fire- only pure, strong elements- to read something that needed said.
In this instance, it was the fire that bended and weaved to Oqaia's mind, showing her an answer that was as simple as it was sweet. Uniquely fitting for this sweet object, and sweet animal... and sweet gypsy. Mirela was so innocent and kind, that this object already felt loving towards her, and wanted to be drawn out. It would only need the slightest encouragement.
"You're fortunate," Oq said, "you'll have such an easier time with this creature than most others have with their Fortunettes. Such a loyal child, however, will be tainted by the dark magic at some point in its life. But for now, you are blessed with an easy path, Mirela." She looked at the girl's confused eyes. "Oh, I apologize. You have no idea of what I speak, do you? ...I'm speaking of the Fortunettes, and the magic that drew you here. Did you ever wonder why you felt so possessed to join? You belong here, Mirela... and this belongs with you." She handed the blanket back to the gyspy. "It's rife with magic, and longing to be your child. A Fortunette child must first experience an animal state, to become bonded to you and be dependant upon you. I know this is all very confusing, but trust me. All you have to do is tell your Fortunette... right there on your lap... that you want to know it, that you love it. Most others have a harder path, but this one is already bonded to you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:11 pm
Had Mirela's family been witnessing the conversation that was taking place between the two women, they would have scoffed and called them both crazy. But they had always been that way, narrow-minded and judging of things they deemed as mere codswallop. Mirela believed it though, every word. The feelings she had had toward the blanket suddenly all made sense, and the thought that someday she would have a child sent a thrill dancing through her. This is why she had felt as if she had never belonged in Mulden. Her destiny had been to join the caravan and to raise the Fortunette that now rested in her lap.
All I have to do it tell my Fortunette that I love them? she repeated to herself. It seemed like such a simple task for what seemed like such powerful magicks.
Taking a deep breath Mirela began to speak, her voice soft and gentle. "Oqaia says that I just need to tell you that I want to know and love you, but I think that you already know that". Her fingers moved gently over the blankets surface as she spoke. "You are apart of the reason that I was drawn here, to the carvan and to my true family. I want to meet the Fortunette that filled my caravan with magic and warmth so that I may thank them properly for everything they have given me, and tell them how much they mean to me"
She stopped then, feeling a little sheepish but at the same time filled with the warmth and strength that comes when you reveal something that you have kept hidden inside. "Was that okay?" she asked, turning her eyes away from the blanket and allowing them to rest on Oqaia.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 11:26 am
Oqaia didn't have time to say anything. Mirela had only just looked up at her, that a great light filled the circle. Oqaia knew that it couldn't be the fire- for its embers were only just beginning to cool. No, this was a light of far greater magic. Oqaia was suddenly reminded of what Valelldia had told her of the blanket, as the warm light coursed through the two gyspies.... "It's such heavy wool," Oqaia had said, feeling the thick blue material against her cheek.
"Yes. I received it in trade from a plainswoman. ...She said she'd woven it herself from the heavy wool of the Veedi Beasts."
Oqaia had nodded, not knowing anything of the Veedi beasts. "Well, it's warm and sturdy."
"Mm, yes. And remarkable in its creation- for although it is suited to protect against the cold... it seems too long and narrow to be used for regular human means."
"Peculiar."
Valelldia had laughed. "It tells something of what it will be. What form the magic will desire to take when it comes into this world, and when it finds a bond with someone."The words were but a memory, and Oq pushed them aside as the light burst into a thousand pieces, scattering around like raindrops around them. When they'd all fallen to the ground, they were absorbed in sparks, and then, after the cloud of magic rain had ceased- a beautiful blue horse stood before them, bending its neck down to the woman it would one day call... Mother. 
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:42 pm
Mirela watched the display with her mouth agape. The light was brilliant and unlike anything that she had ever seen or felt. The fair-haired gypsy's skin tingled with the maigick that was twisting itself around them, a pale hand reaching out to try and capture the 'rain' that began to fall. A bright smile had spread across her lips at the display. She had always known that there was magic like this out there somewhere, and now she was witnessing it with her own eyes.
It was the sight that greeted her after the rain had parted that left Mirela truly breathless. As the spectacular animal lowered it's neck to her, she reached forward to run her hand gingerly over his indigo pelt. "He's beautiful," she whispered, her sapphire eyes not moving from the horse that stood before her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:55 am
Oq laughed at the gypsy's pure delight at seeing her fortunette.
"He's here," she said, stating the obvious with sheer glee. "And he'll be in this state for a while, getting to know you, and getting to know the world around him. He will be as any other horse, with animal instincts- although he'll be drawn to magic, and will understand it better than most animals. Not that your Fortunette has many natural enemies, but you must be cautious of how he reacts with the other animals in the caravan- it can determine who his friends are, later in life. He will be bonded to you... very much so." She placed her palms down on her lap, beaming, and shrugged her shoulders.
"Now, if you have no more questions? ...I have one more thing to tell you before I repair to my wagon. Your Fortunette had an easy journey, for it is so loyal and loving in nature. It is as of yet untouched by the dark magic, and so it still has a pure soul and is on the path to being a Fortunette adult, rather than a darkling. However, with this next transformation, you will be invoking dark magic. And then, this pure soul may be tainted. So treat him well, and lovingly, and guide him down the path to fortune."
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