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 Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:00 pm
Peyote waited for Dancer to say something, but when all she got was a stare, the villager began to tap her foot, just at the same time Dancer was sending at her. And still she waited, a few moments more, before hmphing loudly. scream "Zwootdung, you're as bad as he is," she zings at Dancer, speaking over the tail end of Dancer's thoughts as if they weren't even being shared. Indeed, sending at Peyote was much like sending at a rock. "Don't tell me you're doing that mind-talking crazy stuff," she adds with much irritation. stressed
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:03 pm
Savith half-listened to the 'discussion', while he moved his hand for his mothers along the ground between them, where (hopefully) no one would see.
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ChosenSavith Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:10 pm
A quizical look came over the young elfs face. "You can't hear me? How odd. I never met an elf who couldn't hear a send. Is it a defect from your birth?" Glancing to Savith she shrugged slightly then looked back at Pey. "I'm sorry you didn't hear me. I said before he said no. Many of them are untrusting of my bond and think he will snap someones hand off. I am Dancer and I don't remeber if I heard your name or not yet." Dancer smiled to her softly trying to do what she always does and make friends...
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:14 pm
Shifting sands, this one's attitude. Peyote, ever the drama-llama, rolls her eyes at Dancer's admission and question of a birth defect. rolleyes rolleyes "No, kitling," she states with the air of a preteen to a child. "I'm from Sorrow's End," she states simply, as if that's all the explanation needed. The words have a very 'like DUH' quality to them. "Well, he is so much like a big cat, isn't he," she quips questioningly, eyeing the feline. stare "Ah well. It's none of my never-mind. And I'm Peyote," she replied finally, smiling with self-importance as if all she needed to do was the title: The Pretty One. 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:28 pm
The lashes fluttered slightly. "What's Sorrow's End? Maybe I should say where I suppose is it. As for him :glancing slightly to Svith: He is nothing like my Fire Bright." Her cats name makes the soft smile bigger. "My friend is fun and playful when he has full belly and feels better. I don't think Savith is much different no matter his condition." That bird song chuckle twitters out. "Don't burn the fish Peyote or everyone will look like Savith." She hunches over by the water almost expecting to be pushed in at any moment.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:32 pm
At the comment about the cat being better than himself, Savith eyes the tiger briefly, then glances at Dancer. One brow quirks slightly in silent half-plotting, but the glider doesn't act on the little 'evil' thoughts in his head. Though it appears as if his eyes aren't on Dancer, he does watch her out of the corner of his eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:39 pm
Peyote looks at Savith, then laughs.
blaugh "Well, that's true enough! He's a half-ripe dreamberry if I ever saw one!"
"Sun bless me," Peyote gasps , sweatdrop rushing back over to the fish as Dancer reminds her of it. Frantically she works to make sure everything's okay, and it's not long after that, that she gets a portion for everyone very neatly served on the leaf, placed to be as visually appealing as she can manage. The little pieces are spaced evenly, and then a few stacked and leaned upon themselves into a dainty looking arrangement. Small white beach flowers, found while she was collecting the 'plates' are tucked strategically between the planks, so that the overall affect is one of a pale rocky mound with a few flowers growing from it. This she takes to each elf in the area in turn, setting aside an extra for BlazingRock and Starsong for later. With each delivery, there's a pleasant smile and the faint nod of a head, along with the saftly spoken words, "I'm sorry there's nothing to drink with this. Maybe we can scoop some water from the pool." ... that everyone's been bathing in....
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:49 pm
When she gets her serving she smiles. "Thank you so much" Shoving a hunk into her yap. Oh it was the best fish she ever ate. It could have tasted like old leather and it still would have been the best. Good thing Peyote did know how to cook and it tasted truely wonderful. ""mmmmm mmmmm Good job." Dancer mummnled as she ate. It melted in her mouth. Crosscurrent did such a kindness to give them this meal. She tried to send to him but couldn't reach where ever he was in the deep waters. The little flowers were each devoured as well. Dancer hardly noticed that they were even there.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 6:33 am
After everyone was served, Peyote sat down by Dancer to answer an earlier question.
"Sorrow's End," she started, "is... was... my..." And here words failed her, as what had started out as a proud smile sank into the blank half-frown of someone watching something horrible, and being scarred by it. neutral The leaf-plate in her own hands is ignored as her mind recalls the horror of watching her home disappear. So lost in it, Peyote fails to notice Dancer gobbling up the decorative flowers, for if she had, there may have been a smart-a** comment made.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:51 am
Llune has been, all this time, quite quiet, and seemingly completely lost in the joy of kitty-petting. When her son comes to sit next to her, she smiles up at him - a smile that can lessen even the greatest of fatigues, that mommy-loves-you/mommy-is-so-proud-of-you smile. When he gets comfortable and refuses to pet the kitty Llune suppresses a giggle. That's Savith for you. Always business, but every now and again he'll come out of his shell.
She pats his hand behind the bulk of the tiger's body, so none of the other elves can see (think: Moooom, you're embarassing me!). But then, Llune's not the only smart and sneaky one, and after a few gentle pats, she lifts his hand to the fur of the great cat, still to where the other elves won't notice, just to get him to touch the kitty, even if it's not a proper pet. She sends to him privately, ** All is well, my son, I am thankful for the meal regardless of it's contents. **
As the ladies exchange digs at her son, Llune's face drops ever so slightly - unless she was being directly and carefully watched, no one ever would notice. Sure, Savith is a bit of a grouch at times, but he's so responsible for everything and takes care of everyone, it's understandable. But she doesn't say anything; Llune's not one to fight another's battles, and not one to interrupt someone else's conversation, afterall. Savith is her son, and she knows he is good, even if he's sometimes a bit... ah... harsh.
But then the fish is placed in her hand by the lovely Peyote, and Llune smiles brightly at her too, "Oh, thank you!" She coos. Even though the only *really* appetizing thing on the leaf are the flowers and, well, the leaf... She's still overjoyed at Peyote's fabulous arrangement of the food, "That's just beautiful my dear!" she exclaims.
Llune settles back a bit and begins to pick off small pieces of the meat and gingerly place them in her mouth. She tries to force a smile and stop looking like she just put a bug in her mouth after each bite. But, when you're this hungry, you'll go ahead and eat a bug or two. Or enough to not be hungry anymore. The flowers, on the other hand, vanish immediately after the presentation is admired. Oooh, those are some tasty flowers! Some more of those, some berries, a dash of salt and a little bit of honey and it would be *such* a lovely dessert. Ah, well, there's always tomorrow.
Although the other elves devour their meals in what seem like seconds, Llune picks at hers for several minutes. But when Peyote begins to stammer over her story, Llune recalls her own tragic experiences, and can not resist speaking softly, "We have each experienced such different tragedies, such hardships and ordeals in order to survive." The words are getting a bit stronger now, "We are united in our sorrow *and* our triumph. Our memories of our lives before this are so precious; let us rejoice in their recollection and neglect grieving for their passing..." She pauses, hoping this has helped pull Peyote from her thoughts.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 9:06 am
Dancer knew all to well the pain involved in the loss of everything and everyone. They all did. The leaf plate set down Dancer put a gentle hand on Peyote's shoulder. "It was your home. It was where you grew up and we all feel thaat sting." A look of tender understanding was given to Peyote. "Eat the wonderful meal you cooked and survive so that you might tell me all about your people. I have never met such a varrying group of elves and want to know all about each and every one. Except maybe Savith. " Dancer nudged Pey teasingly with a light chuckle. She really did want to know him better but prickly things are hard to get close to.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 10:22 am
Llune's word did help pull Peyote from her grief, as did Dancer's touch. She smiled, pushed away the tears that had collected. Dancer's giggle was contagious, and Peyote giggled anew, looking over at the sour-puss elf over her shoulder. "Oh, there's not too much to get to know with that one," she winks teasingly. Double meaning much? You betcha!
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 10:31 am
One can always trust a mother. It is with this trust that Savith doesn't bulk as Llune lifts his hand to the tiger's fur. Intrigued, he even sneaks a few scritchie type motions before the dark-skinned elfess moves over. Taking Peyote's meal, he set to eat, mind leaning into his mother's privately. He's mostly unconcerned by the digs. Villagers, in his experience, love to gossip, and chatter more than hyper-sparrows. It's usually best to just ignore the prattle. At least, in his experience. Though, at last two jabs, he does glance over, quirk a brow, then go back to his meal. He eats slower than his mother, eyes watching her face as she eats.
It's in one of the moments that she's not looking at her plate, but rather, looking away at someone or something else, that he acts. A bit of his fish lifts itself, with aide from his magics, from his plate and to hers, settling itself down gently and silently amid all the others. All with that blank 'Im not doing anything' look on his face. This is not the sneaky Savi you are looking for.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 3:08 pm
Llune continues picking at the fishy meal. As if to distract herself from the yucky old meat, she begins launching into a story, halfway to herself, halfway to the others.
"Why, I remember when Savith was but a child, only a fraction of your height," she says, nodding to Peyote, "when he began his chosen training. Oh, he was enamored with the idea of gliding fast! Practiced it all the time, probably would've done it in his sleep if he could..." She pauses, smiling to acknowledge Savith's response, "I had stepped out of my quarters to fetch some morsels for our dinner, and he apparently decided to practice this skill in my sewing area..."
(OOC: I don't wanna be a pose hog, so I'll pause and let stuff happen then continue the story.)
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