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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 3:58 pm
Sounds of life filled the ears of a large blue male whose armor shone brightly in the sun with his small, adorned capes and hair braids swaying gently from side to side from his graceful movements through the bustle pathway of the central marketplace in Mirro te Weavia. At his side was Vetersalv, his colorful companion who panted softly with a cheerful expression in keeping pace with the long strides of the Chief Brave. The world around him always brought him a sense of peace to his soul even though the Tah did enjoy his solitude. It was during his patrolling through the heart of the Capital that Gundisalv would only be among others as he didn’t truly like the stares of caution and awe over his size, especially from the cubs.
It has been several months since Gundisalv has entered this next stage of his life as a magus blessed by the Grand Weaver. During those months Gundisalv has become comfortable in his ‘new skin’ but also the greater purpose that is expected of him. Something else new to Gundisalv was that he had a special ability in connection with the water. It was an ability he had yet to reveal and didn’t want to reveal until he felt confident and comfortable enough that there was enough control over it. Day in and day out he would train hard to push himself to the point of dropping from physical exhaustion but would force himself to get right back up to continue.
The large Tah looked around as he silently looked over everyone and would bow his head in acknowledgement to those who may stop to stare at him….Gundisalv didn’t enjoy being around others too much that weren’t recruits to be trained but it was his duty to see to it that everyone here, staring or not, were protected with the very last breath in his body. Very deep down he loved his tribe and had he developed much nicer traits he would be here with them always rather than off to what others may see as a mundane existence of training, patrolling, more training, mediation and at some point sleeping with the exception of playing little chase or water games with Vetersalv. Gundisalv was keen on making sure no one else was around them when he did that of course
Vetersalv barked then ran off towards a group of cubs to play with them, chasing and circling around the laughing cubs that recognized the little runt. Gundisalv moved towards them but stopped in a respectful distance to not overcrowd them and alarm their parents or other adults, just as he didn’t want them to stop playing. The male tilted his head to the side watchful with a serious yet serene expression on his face. His ears barely moved so as to catch the sounds and shifts in the energy around him with his body seemingly relaxed. Gundisalv became mindful to not appear so….so menacing and intimidating to those around him. Especially when it came down to the day that they needed him and someone was hurt? Gundisalv wanted them to trust that he was going to be gentle with them even though he didn’t look gentle.
It was alright in a sense that he didn’t want anyone to think he was weak. Absolutely not. Such an idea was ridiculous to be weak and mushy with those around him. Gundisalv could not comprehend the softer emotions that those around him possessed, finding that he did not have them. That was something he was perfectly fine with to be honest. Instead the Tah would rather stay as he was unchanged especially when it came to recruit more tribers to join the Braves to know that they will always have a strong, level-headed and honest leader who was ruled by his logic than emotions. Guni mentally nodded to himself on those musings, watching the game that was happening between the cubs and his companion, wondering if perhaps he should adopt another companion for Vetersalv and to increase the ground covered when it came to patrols….
Or when it came to sending out calls for duty in recruitment.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 4:04 pm
"There is so much to learn..." A Nahtlil's rich bright voice carried it's happy tone to her nearby companion, as they walked side by side. "And such funny little symbols." The voice added in a bit of a laugh.
"It's really a good thing, Tah Chaucer seems to have all the patients and understanding as the Weaver himself."
"You're doing fine, Tyra." The golden horns of a fire born b'alam shook with a soft laugh leaving elegant maw."Oh I am sure." Tyra's voice gave a deep chuckle, as long careful blue tail shifted behind well placed foot steps. The Nahtlil, had do doubt to her skills-she knew she was doing well, it was just...
" I Just don't know how you do it, Xian. " The Nahtlil added to her friend. "You haven't been here more then three moons, yet-you are already at par with me in our shared lessons.""Well, you have given me a lot to aspire to, Tyra." The deeper voice of Xian answered softly back. "That, and my quill work is no where near as neat as yours." The fire b'alam responded respectfully with a tilt of her head. Xian hadn't meant for it seem like she was our shining her friend, so she found best in finding a common ground by compliment her works as well.
"Oh, Is that so?"' The Water b'alam raised a eyebrow at her fire b'alam friend. She couldn't help but find it amusing that she would say that she was an aspiration, when she the native Fire b'alam was on a journey to learn, what she a water b'alam had easily on paw. Perhaps it was just convenience, for she-just as the traveling fire b'alam, did have a purpose for wanting to learn to read and write.
"Well, thank you Nahtlil." Tyra answered deciding it best and more graceful to accept the compliment. She after all did compliment her friend not too long ago. "You did say you where looking for someb'alam?" The Fire b'alam asked looking about the square, it was rather lively it was almost as if every resident in the capital was out and about. "Perhaps, you might find him today?" Xian spoke with a little bit of hope. For her chance and destined meetings just seemed to keep happening. It really made her travels quiet easy, not to mention timely. Perhaps it was all in the Weaver's plan, and she was to return home as soon as possible. One could only hope, though she didn't mind being out and about the land. Even if this part of the b'alam was a lot colder then she was use to."Yes." Tyra answered with a subtle nod of her head. Yes, she had been looking for a certain b'alam one that admittedly wasn't too hard to find. She just wanted to be done fully with her lessons before she actually could present herself to him, and bring something that was of worth. A white and blue ear turned to her friend as Xian spoke, blue eyes looked past fallen locks. Her maw opened and dropped with an amused look, that seemed to question if such a unlikely thing would even be possible.
"While on our break?" The Nahtlil asked, the chances of that happening was very unlikely. Though the thought of it caused her maw to smile just a bit more.
"The chances of that, is..." She paused and raising her head she looked down their path. Her thoughts quickly went to work as she tried to figure what the 'chances' were exactually. It wasn't unlikely that the War Leader wouldn't be about the square. No, it was told that is how he had found most recruits. That and it wasn't like he was hard to stop in the crowd but still..."Nothing is unlikely, and everything is worth considering...." Xian went on to say with a smile she turned her head to look at her friend. Her elegant smile relaxed a little as Tyra's gaze seemed to fade out, giving the obvious notion the Nahtlil was deep in thought. Dark ears turned and perked to the sound of a strange 'barking', and laughter that filled the air.
The barking wasn't something that Xian could say she had heard before, it drew her curiousty.
"What is that sound?" The Nahtlil spoke. "Not the laughter..." The fire b'alam thought it better to clarify.
Another sharp bark broke the air joyfully. Xian's careful steps drew her closer to the little crowd."The barking?" Tyra asked pulling her thoughts from the large blue frame she could spy past the pillars and meandering crowds. She had spotted him, she had noticed the War Leader the moment her words had fallen off and Xian spoke her wise words. She just simply couldn't believe it. Not that it was unlikely, it was just....odd.
"Oh, I guess you don't have very many wotters, in the fire lands. They are something of companions for the water tribe." Tyra went on to explain her paw steps slowed as they approached the little pile of cubs and wotter play.
"Wotters?" Xian repeated the unfamlare word with a smile as she watched the strange creature bounce and bark with the cubs, her paw steps paused mindlessly with Tyra, though her attention remained on the spark of life before them. "How strange and What fun...": The Fire B'alam smiled, it was somethign she would have to tell Oni about.
"Does the Water tribe have, Mandafu as well?" The fire nahtlil's smile pulled her eyes from the pay to look over at her blue colored friend. Blinking, Xian noticed that Tyra hadn't been watching the cub's play but looked toward the imposing Tahtil that stood at the other end of the circle of play. He stood about as far from it as they, but just opposite of them....
The lager Tahtil, he had to have been...
White tail shifted, and Xian's curiosity was begging to be voiced. She had never seen a magus before, not even in her own tribe-she had only heard rumors.
"Tyra...." Xian's voice lowered and her head turned and tucked closer to her friend. Golden eyes returned to the play at the center of the square. Her tone for the first time heard by Tyra's ears was...sheepish.
"is that...a Magus?""Yes, That is Tah Gundisalv." Tyra's voice remained soft as her eyes pulled themselves from the large blue sight before them. His figure could still be spotted from the corner of her gaze as she watched the wotter and cubs play.
"He is the Commander of the Water Tribe."Dark ears perked, and her attention turned back to the Commander, she couldn't help but wonder if Oni would be that big too when the Weaver thought he was fit to ascend to Magus. "Then he is..."Yes....Tyra: 574 Xian: 564
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 3:28 pm
The cubs played happily with Veterslav. They each gave chase until Veterslav acted like a fool in chasing his own finned-tail then tumbled down with the cubs jumping on top of him. Yet Gundislav gave his companion marks on the fact that he was smart enough to be gentle with the little ones and to never, ever use his teeth on them, nor his claws.
Their play was watched over by the parents of the cubs, bystanders and so forth. Though of course some of the citizens came around at a respectful distance from his spot because he was there. Gundislav's ears turned ever so slightly to catch the sounds from his sides with his tail resting behind him but used to alert him to any movement that was too swift to be considered a citizen in a rush.
Gundislav couldn't help it that he was always on alert. He wanted all of his Braves to be the same way yet he had to figure a method to allow them to be able to live normal lives as well. Yes he would have to continue to evolve the manual to ensure that it caters to a rich future for the Braves
While the games of the cubs and Veterslav continued, allowing a moment of reprieve to happen, Gundislav saw movement on the other end of where he stood and narrowed his eyes slowly. There stood two Nahtil's, one that belonged to his tribe and another from a different tribe, the fire tribe. For some reason the sight of them took his attention.
It wasn't as if Gundislav has never seen others from a different tribe. At the very least from his awareness he knew of those from the earth tribe that would find their soul mates with those of this tribe. Gundislav stared stoically at the golden horned Nahtil with a gaze that was cold and questioning as her bearing came off as regal, non-threatening, but something regal and important. That was all that Gundislav could describe it as since he never left the tribe's territory to see others out there. Gundislav didn't care at the moment since none has made a threat to his tribe.
Yet he was alert all the more as he turned his gaze onto the bluish Nahtil who stood next to the golden horned Nan. Perhaps they were friends? It wasn't an entirely bad thing but Gundislav did not trust anyone. Well except for Veterslav but that was because the creature didn't talk to him.
No, they must be friends as he would never allow any one in their tribe to bring outsiders in to escort them around their territory. It was his duty to ensure the security and safety of the citizens and no one in his opinion should be allowed an escort from just anyone without prior knowledge of it from their Arch-Magus and without being the personal escort to ensure that if he had to eliminate a threat, he would be the one to carry the burden of bloodshed with him.
Now, now that was going a bit far. Gundislav would never underestimate the strength of a Nahtil but at the moment the guest as he will call her, didn't present anything threatening or suspicious. At least for now.
Something compelled the Chief to go towards them, to at least inquire about them and then to leave them be. Yes that is what he should do. Gundislav watched his companion continue to play with the cubs even attracting other cubs to join in the fun as they all began to play their games. The adults around them were thoroughly focused on the entertainment and of course going about their business to buy, sell, trade their wares and to share their knowledge with one another.
Gundislav turned from the pack of cubs and his companion to walk through the crowd on his right, circling to walk towards the two Nahtil's. The large Tah's gaze was rooted onto them with that steady stoic expression, his head held high and his gait graceful yet controlled to keep everyone else around him at ease so that no one truly would look their way. No, Gundislav was going to ensure that this encounter was as natural as possible in appearance....
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 12:26 pm
Tyra's eyes remained focused as the near impossible happened. Soft azure eyes watched as the War chief shifted and moved, his stance and stride was so poised, and calculating. It was obvious to see with each confident taken paw step that he was very much aware of everything and everyb'alam around him.
Strangely, Tyra's attention shifted as she realized the closer the War chief approached, the faster her heart thundered in her chest. Was he seriously coming their way? His sharp gaze, was focused them....Wait, no it was more on.
Tyra's eyes shifted to look at her fire horned friend. White maw shifted as she debated offering a warning for her to act natural. However such words still and didn't escape her maw. Xian was so elegant and regal, it was as if the Grand Weaver had woven that in her very being. She wouldn't need such a warning.
"I think might have drawn some attention, Xian." Tyra smiled as she looked over to her fire woven friend. How convenient for them, Tyra had been waiting for such a moment to introduction her self to the Water Tahtil. She was interested in joining, and helping out in the army-it was one of the reason she had set out on her journey for knowledge. Actually her and her friend Xian were not a lot different in such ambitions.
Tyra wasn't as graceful as Xian, but her thirst for knowledge was the same-if not greater.
"May refreshing waters fill you, Tah Gundislav" Tyra peacefully greeted the Tahtil as he drew closer to the two of them. blue and white tail paused in any mindless movement from behind her. Her head gave a gentle nod to the War Chief.----
Xian's golden eyes blinked as the War Chief started toward him. Hm, not that it was too unexpected he did match their gaze and a curiousness, or rather intrige seemed to be dawn upon him. The Fire Tribe memeber's head raised regally to strighten her golden horns proudly. Yes, she was well aware she was a oddity in the land she was in, the cold that chilled her fur when she first entered the land was proof of that.
"It would seem so." The Nahtlil gave a tame smile. Taking in slow breath, her graceful brow raised as she took a glance oer to her friend.
"Well, you have been wanting to have a chance to speak with him, correct?" The Crane added with a coy smile. "You may thank me later." Xian teased quietly with a subtle shift of her white elegant tail.
As Gundislav approached, Xian politely stilled her tail as her attention returned on the large b'alam. She did gain the War Chief's attention, so it was wise to give him her full attention as well. As Tyra spoke her native greeting, Xian not knowing it only offered her own respectful nod. She had a filling 'fire burn within you', wouldn't be kindly understood by a water b'alam and might be considered a threat, so she stilled her tongue from such foolishness.
(Sage count for Kubo stops here)
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 8:10 pm
Each step brought the Chief of the Braves closer and closer to the two Nahtil’s until finally he stood before them. As he stood there, Gundislav ensured that there was a respectful amount of space between while his gaze looked over both of them. Turning his head to the first Nan who spoke, he nodded respectfully to his fellow tribes-Nahtil’s greeting with acknowledgment. Gundislav returned the greeting, ”May refreshing waters fill you, Nahtil.” His deep voice resonated the words, making a mental note that he had never seen the pretty blue water triber around the capital before and that he will make sure to remember her name.
Just as he thought that, his gaze went to the fire triber who respectfully nodded as her way of greeting. It was acceptable as he understood that she may not know their customary ways of greetings and farewells. However he would make sure that that type of knowledge was imparted to the fire Nahtil especially should she find herself visiting often in the future.
First things first, as introductions were in order and very important.
Straightening up with the sun-glinting off his armor just a bit, the powerful leader bowed his head once more to both Nahtil’s. ”I am Gundislav, Chief of the Braves. Unfortunately, I have no recollection of seeing you in the area, Nahtil.” Gundislav said as he looked at the pretty blue Nahtil who had intelligent eyes. The Chief turned his gaze to look at the lovely fire triber next. ”Nor do I have a recollection of visiting guests from other tribes.”
The male tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. ”If you would be so kind as to allow me to know your names, it would greatly help me in escorting you around the capital safely while you enjoy your visit, Fire-Nahtil.” Gundislav’s tone was respectful yet neutral while his expression was stoic but relaxed, showing the complexity that made up this Tah.
Gundislav stood there also with patience as he told himself mentally to allow these Nahtil's the space and chance to become good friends. Not that he was interested in political intrigues but he was interested in ensuring that peace was maintained within and outside of Mirro te Weavia. That also included the friendships that those within his tribe made with other tribes. This could benefit him to understand such a thing and maybe, just maybe some day he may endeavor to form alliances with outsiders down in the future.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 1:25 pm
The Elegant Fire Triber was very keen to pick up the tradition greeting that was made by both Tyra and Tah Gundislav. It was a fine greeting, and not too different then the fire tribe greeting. It should be easy enough to remember. Long white elegant tail shifted a little in a curious ponder, the fan she held with it twitched a little with the movement. She couldn't help but wonder if all the Tribe's greetings where of the same nature. Hm, it would be something to take note of in the rest of her travels. A slender dark ear shifted back, as Xian brought her focus to the conversation that was at maw. A relaxed and content smile rested on her maw as her complete attention returned to the War Chief. Golden eyes remained peacefully on the Tahtil as he spoke. He reminded her a lot of Oni, their own fire War chief and how he presented himself. Stoic, well spoken and a commanding powerful presence. It made it hard not to give her complete respect automatically, which she did. It was polite to do so, and he just made it all the more easily to do.
Xian's careful golden orbs watched how the war Chief looked from Tyra to her. When he did she offered him a warm and gentle smile. Delicate maw pursed slightly, as the War Chief invited them both to share their names. Dark ears perked as she wondered if she should speak first as she was the 'visitor', or wait to be introduce. The Introduction would have more tact involved....It would be more graceful.
And as if her friend read her mind, Tyra's own words could be heard clear as a bell to her ears.---
"Thank you, that would be such a honor Tah Gundislav." The aqua blue Nahtlil was bold enough to speak up right away as their names where requested. She knew that the War Chief didn't much care for praddling when he wanted to know a situation, specifically when he directly asked.
"I am Tyra, a student to Chaucer of the library." Tyra pulled her eyes from the large and handsome tahtil, to look over at her friend. "And this is, Xian she has traveled from the fire lands to learn how to read and write as well." The Nahtlil smile as her gaze shifted from the beautiful fire b'alam.
"She has only just arrived two half moons ago, and along with StillWater's blessing she has been learning under the word artist as well." The light blue Nahtlil informed the leader politely. Her White maw curled upward to show a smile that struggled faintly to not look too coy. --- "An Escort would be rather nice," Xian spoke if not to let the leader know she had not lost her tongue or was intimidated to silence by his strong presents. It was polite to offer some words to the conversation. "I still have much to learn about this beautiful land." The Fire woven commented innocently. She had no other motive in her learning other then the thirst of knowledge that lined her elegant maw.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 3:31 pm
Gundislav listened attentively as Tyra spoke up with genuine gratitude of his offer to escort them. He was glad they accepted it would have been poor manners not to offer and it would endanger a member of an outside tribe that was visiting. Further attentiveness as the Nahtil gave her name he nodded in acknowledgement having a strange feeling that he would remember her name well. The Chief nodded again in acknowledgement as they were students of Tah Chaucer and that this lovely fire Nahtil's name was Xian. There was something mystical about her name that seemed to fit. However such musings should not be mistaken for interest or attraction of some sort for the Nahtil. Gundisalv felt nothing other than a hint of curiousness about the journey for knowledge that Xian and Tyra were embarking on.
With the tribe's Arch-Magi StillWater giving his blessing for Xian to be apart of their tribe to learn he nodded more firmly this time. Every part of himself within snapped to attention like a good soldier. StillWater's words and blessings came from a deep place of wisdom, one that Gundislav took as seriously as if the Grand Weaver was here himself to give such wisdom. Stepping to the side where Tyra stood, where he vacated opened up to the amused citizens, their cubs and his companion all locked in their world. "I would like to formally welcome you, Nahtil Xian, to Mirro te Weavia. Our element is the water that gives us life, nurtures the earth, cools the fires, balances the light and darkness, moves with the wind and stops with the ice. The source of our water is the great lake that reflects the kingdom of the Grand Weaver in it's mirror." Gundislav said eloquently yet with a pride that filled his soul. Goodness how he loved his home.
"This home is open to all those who truly wishes to learn and present themselves with the genuine thirst for knowledge. Just as we strive to continue our knowledge not to seek power or obtain it, nor to rule over others but instead to share it and develop in our wisdom about the gift of life we have been given. It is good that you both are learning from Tah Chaucer. He can teach you all he can, just as you can learn from your own experiences about this beautiful land."
It was the most that Gundislav has ever spoken to any civilians, which was a rare thing as he preferred to speak to those who had an interest in being apart of the Braves or approaching those he felt would flourish well in his army.
"Was there a location you wished to reach or were you both exploring the marketplace? I do not wish to keep you both stranded here." Gundislav said politely, realizing that maybe they had somewhere they wanted to go specifically and he was sort of not acting on being an escort if he was standing here with them. He also realized he may have gotten carried away with his words and shouldn't involve himself with students of another intellect to derail them. At least that's what he thought which could be a little silly but he was one who didn't like to step on anyone's paw toes.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 12:13 pm
The bright-eyed Tyra watched as the handsome Tahtlil took time to introduce himself and explain the water tribe eloquently. A deep breath was softly taken in with pride as he beautifully described their home. He did such a wonderful job of it, a smile rested on her maw as her cheerful eyes shifted with Tah Gundislav as he opened the path before them and stood beside her. Whimsical tail drifted peacefully behind her as she listened to the War Chief's words. As much as she wanted to be distracted from the knowing that they where only on break, and couldn't spend the whole day with Tah Gundislav, she was excellent with remembering her own schedule and others. However in knowing that, she also knew they had sometime to spend with the War Chief. She would do well to let him know, it was the responsible thing to do.
Clear eyes blinked as the leader finished his well spoken words. She did have a answer for him.
"Well, we are on our break, Tah." Tyra smiled only shifting her gaze to take a glance over to Xian. "And only had plans showing, Nan Xian the market and square. " She added. "Admittedly, We didn't think we would have a chance with meeting another with so much prestige as you." Tyra grinned, and her tail shifted a little behind her playfully. It was true-had she known that she would have ran into the War chief, she would have seen about getting the rest of the day off. Even Tah Chaucer knew of her plans, hopes and desire to join the braves, he would have made the exception for the day.
That all being said, they really didn't have any plans, more then to give their brains a rest before their next lessons took place.---- Xian gracefully tilted head in a grateful nod. "Thank you tah Gundislav." The Nahtlil smiled as he offered himself as a guide for them. Looking over to Trya as spoke, Xian's graceful tail shifted the fan a little against her alabaster pelt. Nodding to her words, Xain exchanged a peaceful smile with the Nahtlil before her gaze returned to the strong and bold War chief. He thoughts went over his given words of the water tribe, they where so well chosen, she wasn't of the water tribe-but she felt a certain pride to be able to be at least a small part of it. It was no wonder why a wing member like their teacher, Chaucer considered his place as home. There was just so much knowledge in such a place. Just as the waters around them gave life, so did the knowledge they kept and shared. They as b'alam and culture where refreshing as their waters. The Grand Weaver was no doubt, proud of them as b'alam. Taking in a deep breath, it gave something for Xian to peacefully contend with. She had to be on her best to represent the fire tribe justly.
"Our break did just start, so we have plenty of time to share with you Tah." Xian shifted the white fan peacefully taking a glance over to her friend Tyra. Wordlessly she agreed with her,
"What ever you think is best, Tah War Chief. Our company is yours." The Nahtlil smiled with a tilt of her golden horns. She knew that Tyra had a request of him, and perhaps she was only waiting for the right moment to bring it up-and not distract from the greeting moment. Which was noted, and a very graceful choice on her part-as long as she followed thought with it. Not like she couldn't with Xian there holding her accountable, which wasn't needed-but wordlessly known and spoken.(1472 for Xian, claimed for Magus) (Fire sage count stops here)
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 11:58 am
As Tyra explained to him that they just begun their break from lessons and that she had wanted to show Xian around the marketplace and square, the war chief nodded faintly in understanding. It was a good area to show a visitor the height of their tribe's comings and goings but also the atmosphere. It was a beautiful area that the members of this tribe have built and continue to flourish each and every day.
Looking over both Nahtil's, he raised a brow at them. "I truly doubt that meeting with someone such as I would be a treat for anyone unless it pertained to some sort of trouble." There was a hint of a twinkle in his sharp blue eyes that seemed to be a trick of the sunlight that shined down on them or a glint from his armor into his eyes that couldn't very well mean he was teasing both Nahtils.
"Honorable Nahtils, if you please, the marketplace and square awaits you to enjoy every moment before your return to lessons. I will not allow for too much dalliances as if you were my own recruits. Your lessons are far more important and I would not wish for Tah Chaucer to reprimand you." Gundislav snapped back into the chief brave mode as he took a step forward with his whole body straightened, ears pointed forward, his tail curling slightly above the ground but his walk was relaxed and at an easy pace.
Passing by the play of cubs and his companion, Gundislav ignored them this time around with his focus on the two Nahtils. It wasn't that he didn't care it was just that Veterslav knew that without his master around he would break free from those cubs and come searching for him. He didn't like being without his master for too long, much to Gundislav dismay sometimes. Though hopefully, the Nahtils wouldn't mind having his companion around them on their visit around the marketplace and the square.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 10:36 am
Tyra's gentle gaze took a glance over to Xian as she seemed to hint on something more with the subtle movement of her horns. A faint squint crossed her clear glaze as she let her thoughts trace over how unfair it was that her horns could suggest something so simply. Her swift tail tip flicked faintly, as her smile turned and twisted in to a grin. Oh, that is how Xian was gonna be then....
Looking back to the large war chief, Tyra' smile relaxed a little, but the curvature of a smirk remained as the glint of his gaze did not go unnoticed by her. Perhaps it was a trick of light, but Tyra seemed to think it was something more of a tease. How could it not be?
"I am sure it would be worth the trouble." The Nahtlil added with a coy shift of her tail. "...Tah, War Chief." She smiled and offered a respectful nod. Careful graceful steps followed after the Magus as he turned to lead the way. Careful blue eyes turned to look at Tyra's fire companion as she spoke.
"Well, I am sure Xian would mind the extra sentences..." She teased, playful payback for the gesture she made earlier toward her. ---- Xian's prized fan moved to cover her maw as Tah Gundislav turned from them and offered his time to show them the market and square. Which was really nice of him, and gave Xian the priceless joy in teasing Tyra in the meantime. It was obvious to the aspiring student, that Tyra wanted to meet the War Chief with more then just hopes of joining the Braves. Golden eyes remained on the Water Nahtlil, a smirk only just faintly shown to her past the alabaster fan.
"For you Tyra, Of Course not." There was a rich, yet soft chuckle that left the Nahtlil's maw as she noticed the faint embarrassed flare of Tyra's whiskers.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 7:22 pm
[ Radical Dreamer ] Hey never be sorry Dreamer *huggles* I'm glad you are doing well.
"Tell me, honorable Nahtil's, what lessons are you learning from Tah Chaucer?" The Brave Chief slowed down as he entered a very boisterous area that was the heart of the marketplace. All around it was colorful with the noise of the tribe louder than it had been when they first met. Slowing to a stop, the chief scanned the area from left then to the right. Blue eyes taking in the breathing life of his tribe while his body remained the ever constant relaxed state.
There was a medium sized watering hole that had short steps and pillars constructed around it where many sat to take in the life themselves or to tell stories, share philosophies and so forth. The watering hole was feed from a stream that cut through the north side of the marketplace, further head winding it's way to the source of the great lake. There was a wooden bridge built over the stream to cross over and some of the cubs stopped at the edge to look into the clear water where little fishes would swim up and down.
"If you please, honorable Nahtil's, feel free to explore and immerse yourselves." Gundisalv offered not wanting hinder them too much especially when there was so much to learn right here among everyone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 12:19 pm
Following after the Great Warchief's paw steps, Tyra let her little banter rest with the elegant Xian as they made their way to the center of the square. A gentle smile remained rested on the maw of the water Nahtlil, her ears turned forward as she listened to the bustle around them. The War chief's poised words caught her ears, her smile grew as she gave Xian a glance.
"As you know, Tah Chaucer is a fine teacher of the written word." Tyra went on to explain, all information she was sure that the great
Gundisalv already knew about. "Xian has traveled very far to learn from him, and I was lucky enough to be woven here." The Nahtlil smiled, she of course-had her reasons.
"And perhaps once I have learn of it as well, could be of some use to the Mirro te Weavia." The Nahtlil smiled, knowing the leader respected direct and concise answers. She sensed that his time was very precious, and respectfully it should not be wasted with a run around of answers.
Long sleek tail shifted behind stilled hunches, as Gundisalv slowed and paused his paw steps. A white tipped ear turned as the war chief invited them to explore, the center. Tyra's smile remained, she had enjoyed the bustle of the watering hole quiet often. She enjoyed the discussions that would come of it with the other b'alam she would meet.
"I am pleased just to be by your side Tah Gundisalv" The words left Tyra simply, yet respectfully. There was no other promise that filled her words, but simple facts. Perhaps, it simply didn't registered to her ears how such a string of words could come across.
Or Perhaps she did...--- Xian followed by her friend's side as she let her golden eyes shifted about the square as they they moved deeper into the heart of the capital. Her alabaster pelt growled faintly from the reflections of the waters, even as the sheen of her coat had been dimmed from the exposure of colder climate. It hadn't been anything too serious, but the golden horned fire b'alam sensed it would not be healthy for her to experience a colder setting.
The Nahtlil remained silent, but gracefully nodded to Tyra's explanation. She had traveled a great deal once she had heard of a way to make spoken words last upon paper. The concept was fascinating, and curious.
The elegant fire b'alam's paw steps paused as the leader in front of them paused and Tyra stilled her steps.
Dark careful ears perked from her thoughts, at Tyra's words to Gundisalv as he invited them to explore the water hole. Her maw partly gaped, in the most unflattering and equally surprising manner. Luckily her fan was still raised to hide such a shook. Blinking, Xian gave Tyra a glance as if to question if she had realized what she had said....
"I however will take advantage at such a invitation." The Nahtlil was swift to elegantly speak as she started forward to explore the exotic watering hole.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 2:33 pm
Gundisalv's eye brow raised slowly at the comment that Tyra said as he looked over to Xian with the slow turn of his regal head with a faint nod. "If you have need of me, do not hesitate to send for me." He spoke as the lovely fire Nahtil went forward to explore the square uninterrupted by his presence. Slowly again, his head turned to look at Tyra with a neutral expression but his eyes were very watchful of the Nahtil at his side, especially when he placed the last comment to the side when perhaps Tyra wanted to continue to be in his company before Gundisalv separated himself from the population for a good period of time for training and patroling.
However there was one thing that he would address as it was safest and a part of him was quite curious. "In what way do you want to be useful to the tribe, Tyra."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 12:17 pm
Tyra watched Xian gracefully take her leave from Gundisalv's and her own company, a relaxed and peaceful smile rested on her maw. The Fire Triber had seen a lot on her travels, but Tyra was sure she hadn't seen anything like the Mirror De Weavia before.
The Regal and strong Tahtll's raised eyebrow did not go unnoticed by Tyra's own careful eyes-however it did go unaddressed and unacknowledged. The Nahtlil's graceful tail remained still behind her, as a light blue ear turned to Tah Gundisalv's commanding voice.
"Actuality, it is something that I was planning on speak to you about, Tah. " The Nahtlil stated rather confidently, turning her head she looked fully at the General of the Braves. Letting him know that she was quiet serious about her statement. A self reassuring breath quietly left her maw, as she prepared to explain her words to Tah Gundisalv.
"It just so happens that perhaps the Weaver's paw has presented a opportunity to speak to you a bit sooner then I had expected. " Tyra's cublike smile remained on her maw, though a seriousness still shadowed her gaze. Blue graceful tail shifted a little behind her hind legs.
"I am learning to read and write, as well as all I can of Xian's culture-" Tyra's eyes moved over to take a glance at the Fire Tribe Nahtlil, before looking back to Gundisalv once more. She wasn't taking advantage of her friend, however she wasn't letting a opportunity to know about a different tribe to go to waste. No doubt Xian was doing the same, it would foolish of her not to take in everything around her and maybe use it to her clan's advantage one day. Should it be needed.
"That in hopes one day, I may be of use to you and the Braves." The Nahtlil explained, her ears remained eagerly perked and turned forward toward the magus. White and azure tail twitched slightly behind her...
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 11:42 am
Gundisalv listened attentively as the expression on his face became neutral with Tyra's statement that a reason behind her education was to be able to apply it to a potential opportunity for the Braves. That piqued his curiosity and interest a great deal which broke the neutral expression with an ever so slight tilt of his head as he stared at Tyra. The great Tah felt his thoughts wander into the depths of his mind to ponder on this moment.
Of course it was a quick thought that came to him and that thought was: Thank you Grand Weaver." The Grand Weaver worked in mysterious ways to bring him into contact with the right individuals that would enrich the Braves and grow to protect their great tribe. However, Gundisalv never broke protocol in asking the hard questions, at least they seemed hard, to study the response for hidden messages and hear for what the triber is not saying versus hearing what he wants to hear.
Nodding slightly, he straightened up with his voice soft for Tyra's ears only to keep their conversation private but the tone was strong and expressed the serious passion he had as the Leader of the Braves. "Answer me this, Nahtil Tyra, why do you wish to apply your growing knowledge to the Braves? What is the motivation behind it and what is in your heart to want to be of use to the Braves. Speak freely for I have no patience nor tolerance for words of flowers."
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