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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2020 2:36 pm
Even the Barrens had felt strangely familiar on the way back from Mistfruit Forest. The truth was that it was frightening out there, and some of that came from the lack of information. No one really knew what was hidden in those hills yet.
It didn't matter, though. Their whole party - not just Jorri and friends - had made it out intact, and reported to Wanderlust about their experiences. Jorri even had a new feather to show off for his efforts. He'd tucked it behind his ear and slept for hours, content that he'd done this thing right.
When he woke again it was midday, but no one could blame him. He and his friends were accustomed to sleeping in, and he was rightfully bone-tired. That didn't stop dear Gliac from extending their whole den an invitation. "Party on the hill tonight," she'd declared, tossing her mane righteously. "We've got to welcome you all back in style."
Even the threetail who'd followed Jorri home from the resurrection ceremony had wanted to come.
Jorri had brushed out his tail and plucked himself a bless blossom from Eshku's garden, and with the new feather to complete his look, he was ready for a night out.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2020 3:39 pm
Decat was not really young anymore. He wasn't old either, of course, but he'd settled into his role in Homewood long ago. He had responsibilities now: he was an expander with his own little section of Homewood's border to look after. He tired himself out every day digging, or making sure he'd gotten to every last plant in the row, or -
Yeah, in his opinion, he had even more reason now to need parties than he had as a younger buck. Besides, he was in the prime of his life. He should get to use it mingling if he wanted to.
The hill he'd picked for tonight's entertainment was not exactly a high class establishment. It was kind of out of the way, and the flora in the area was considered tasty but not valuable. Well - tasty was a word for it. Consumption of some of these roots certainly brought about plenty of enjoyment. All of those things worked to Decat's benefit, though. He wasn't much of one for those highfalutin or sycophantic types at Homewood's classier parties. Who cared about receiving the recognition of some tree? An able-bodied noul could get by on his own damn talents, and Decat was very able-bodied.
Most of the other attendees tonight were young - apprentices or yearlings who hadn't quite made it out to the tree yet. Decat blended in well enough, considering he hadn't even received his gift yet.
He'd had a pretty good night, too. He hadn't gotten to bring anyone home to his nest, but he'd received a proposal from a very pretty doe to catch up again sometime soon. So he wasn't really looking for anyone else, but in the corner of his vision he could see a big pink feather...
It was tucked, along with a bless blossom, into the ear of a nimble looking blue buck who was dancing away on the hill's crest. He wasn't alone, but he clearly hadn't found anyone to spend the night with, either, if that flower was still to be found behind his ear. Decat knew how to take advantage of an opportunity, and he sidled forth, grooving carefully as he moved toward the buck.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2020 11:00 pm
It had been a good night.
There was a group of nouls off in the corner drumming a beat into a great hollow log, and a vast sea of bodies pulsing to and fro at its behest. And the clearing, Jorri was glad to observe, was a natural one, framed by slim, graceful trees that reached out toward the full moon above.
There was a glut of faces in Jorri's memory. People had come up to him and talked, but none of them had brought up anything interesting. Not that Jorri expected interesting conversation from a locale like this, but still. The huli-jing - Mars, apparently - had slunk off into the crowd, and Jorri had waved an absent good-bye.
There was a tall stranger with very sculpted cheekbones moving deftly through the crowd now. Jorri noticed him only because he was walking almost directly toward himself. He didn't stop to wait for the other buck, though: if he had business with Jorri he'd get to it eventually, and for now he had dancing to do. Gilac caught his eye, though, and they had a little nod at each other, pulling closer to demonstrate a delicately-choreographed partnered dance.
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