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 Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 5:06 am
Meeting different people was fun, it felt great when she wasn't alone. It seemed that her memory was inadequate as she had almost forgot most of her acquaintances. War clan served like a big family, everyone was treated as part of the famaily members and took a role of mother, father, aunt, uncle, sister or brother, etc. She loved the warmness of it but the fact that she couldn't recall her fear-genetic parents made her sad. That was why she was so eager to make friends, to bury her own loneliness. She stared at the communal text messaging system and felt a bit left out when she couldn't call a name or two. It was then she decided to make many many friends and seek for her parents. The petite horseman visited every single place in the tower, searching for clues which might lead her to her parents. The Famine floor was a wonderful landscape, it was simply the opposite of the forest. Siluhe had never see a place like that, sands drifting above and below her feet felt like tiny little things. Unlike the jungle, the air there was dry and hot. Barely dressed, her skin came into large contact with the sands. It gradually became itchy. The petite horseman hopped in order to get rid of the sands accumulated onto her scarf and hair to no avail. It was a blessing for her to discover the oasis, she didn't hesistate to get into the cool water. She spread her wings and poured some water onto them like a tiny bird washing itself in a park's fountain. Her happy voice echoed around the area as she enjoyed herself a bird bath. Quote: Character's name: SiluheClan: War (Y2 Horseman) Arcana: Wheel of Fortune Brief Description: A cheerful midget with sun-tanned skin, abundant hair and tribe tattoo over her arms. The war pony has a pair of stunning BIG wings compared to her small size, who loves to talk to birds and animals. [ IMAGE ]
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 10:15 am
Noth didn’t swim. Quite apart from being terrified of the water, his wings were not at all suited to it and one occasion when he was young and impetuous had cost him the use of his wings for several weeks when he fell into a stream thanks to an ill-judged leap. Mercifully they grew back constantly and all the incident left him with was a phobia of water. Still, if there was one thing the famine sage liked to do, it was watching other people, so often he could be found sitting by the edge of the oasis watching others bathe or otherwise utilise the waters. It was a good way to keep track of the comings and goings of the rest of the clan and keep up on the gossip. Sometimes he got to see others from neighbouring clans who had stopped by to partake of what the sands and he always enjoyed watching the sheer variety their exemplary race had to offer. That day he was sitting carefully and watching a little War girl as she preened her feathers, admiring the way the water simply rolled off them. He’d always dreamed of feathers, wings that were strong and resilient, wings that didn’t generate endless amounts of dusty scales and fade to the touch, wings that were truly wings. Sometimes he admired the elegant horns of conquest too, and the sleek armour of death. Making his way down a little nearer – though not near enough to be splashed – he spoke up. “Little bird.” He said. “Pray tell me your name.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 11:11 am
What a nice bath! The action of squeezing the water out from her heavy bottom wrap paused when she spotted the speaker. It was no doubt he was talking to her when there wasn't a third individual. She tossed the wet hair hindering her vision back like a fish swinging its tail, water droplets raced to follow her body contour and made her tanned skin slightly sparkly. "I'm Siluhe, would you like to join me?" Her wings fluttered gently to get rid of water staying on the feathers. She was thinking a lot of things via the invitation, for example, if the famine horseman knew about her or her parents. "Our clan come from the jungle, so the sands - it's like an amusing experience. Like someone tickles your feet underneath." The petite horseman giggled cheerfully. "Do your clan enjoy the sensation of the sands bring?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 3:39 pm
Noth shook his head politely. "I don't swim." he said, "It doesn't agree with me." But he crossed his arms and gave her a smile.
"I am the Nothing." he said "It would be rude not to introduce myself."
"Yes though, we very much enjoy sand, it is a friend to us and ours, harsh to our enemies and yet welcoming to us. It burns and yet keeps cool, it is wonderful. The jungle has its merits too though, perhaps a little too damp for me, but nevertheless beautiful."
He looked her over with a nod. "It creates its own beautiful things too I see."
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 2:27 am
"Oh." It was a short response but there were many emotions packed together. Might it be a disappointment that the Famine horseman couldn't join her, might it be a sympathy for him not able to feel the greatness it bring. What was obvious in it was the tad curiosity. She parted her lips, about to say something but didn't at last. In her clan, it's normal to call each other by their names. However, she had no knowledge about traditions and customs about other clans. "Could I call you Noth then?" The petite horseman figured it would be better to ask if she got no answer herself. Reminded that her new friend didn't go well with water, she tried her best to dry herself, from hair, wings to clothes before she walked towards his way. She sat next to him near the coast and continued their talk. "That sounds exactly like how the jungle means to us!" said the horseman in excited tone. "It protects us from foe while provides everything we need." Siluhe nodded in complete undestanding. Noticed he was amiable, the petite horseman eased up and began to reveal her true self by throwing questions towards him. "Hey Noth, do you like stars? I loved to sit on the branch of the tallest tree and look at the stars at night." Sadly, they lived in a building now. Even the war floor had a large canopy that resembled their jungle, it was unable to include the beautiful starry night. "If the water doesn't get along with you, how do you keep yourself clean? Do all of your clanmates don't have a good affinity with water as well?" Siluhe chirped incessantly like a little bird next to him, she really enjoyed talking to people and Noth became her target this time.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 11:16 am
"Noth is perfectly acceptable." the slender famine horseman said. He'd been called a lot worse in his time, Noth was perhaps the least offensive name he had. "But you can call me whatever you might like, names aren't too important to my kind. There are a few who communicate mostly with scent, which is certainly an experience let me tell you."
He nodded. "I enjoy stars a great deal." he said. "But I enjoy the great darkness in which they sit even more. I have read books about ancient lost rituals to tell the future by them, possible for everyone, not just the priestesses. The sky is one of the few things I like about the human world."
"As for how I keep myself clean, well, there is little dirt on me, I suppose I do not accumulate it the same as some individuals, a little dust or sand is good for bathing. For the most part I simply do not take traditional baths in water, but I suppose also by the standards of a conquest clansmember I would not be clean at all." He shrugged, he smelled like nothing but dust and something reminiscent of ceremonial incense.
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