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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 8:30 pm
Triston gave the barest shake of his head towards the female. Why didn’t it surprise him that she would reply with that? Curiosity. Such a strange expression. Didn’t some say that it also killed the cat? The thought made him smile faintly. His smile quickly disappeared however as he listened to her. So she rarely stayed for the winter then? That would figure. It seemed that they opposites truly then. A ball of bitter amusement welled up inside of him before the arrival of the spirit startled him.
What was this some mother type? Triston frowned at the small pygmy. But still it didn’t surprise him. That was the typical reaction for someone of their kind- of summer and life. He represented winter and death after all. The thought made his gaze darken before he pushed the thought aside. He was who he was and wanted to be no different. “Perhaps-“ He actually spoke up for once and looked slightly apologetically towards the female cattaur, “I should leave.” Turning away he cast a quick glance down at the spirit before pausing. While the spirit had the typical reaction to him the other still seemed to want to defend him. Why? What was so important about him that she even wanted the spirit to apologize to him?
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 12:24 am
Constance was staring at the pygmy, waiting for the apology that wouldn’t come, when the male spoke. Her gaze quickly rose to catch his apologetic look in those cool blue eyes before he turned. But..! Looking between the large male and the tiny female, she huffed and reached down to flick the pygmy’s ear. “I’m very disappointed in you.” She scolded. More like a child than a pygmy spirit! Then she quickly stepped forward and grabbed the male’s arm without a second thought, both hands encircling just above his elbow, her magic compensating immediately so that she didn’t feel the chill. “Don’t go. I was having fun talking to you.”
She turned her head to frown at Euthalia’s horrified gasp. “If you don’t wish to share his company, you just go back to work. I might find you later, if I’m not too ashamed to see you again before the next season.” Her voice didn’t rise, but her tone was sharp; an unusual sensation to feel on her tongue, quite surprised she was able to do it.
Still glaring at the male, Euthalia felt a swell of victory as he turned to leave. However, it was a fleeting notion. Her mouth dropped at her friend’s words, and she nearly fainted from what she saw. Touching?! Those hands were going to be frozen off!! She knew Constance had strong magic that wouldn’t allow freezing to happen, but she could tell the male had strong magic as well. How would he react to her summer warmth?! ..Maybe Constance would accidentally melt the winter male with that unnatural heat of hers before he could retaliate. That would settle things!
She took a deep breath to scold right back for being so directly disobeyed, but the final words aimed at her were such a shock that her own words became tied in her throat. Struck dumb for a moment, her fur ruffled and she crossed her arms irritably and against the chill the striped cattaur gave her. “There’s a reason summer and winter have seasons between them to keep them from meeting, Constance.” She grumbled pointedly, now focusing on Constance in an attempt to ignore the chilled presence of the male altogether. This male was already a bad influence! Naturally, she placed him in full blame of her charge's new and “outrageous” behavior. ..When had that girl grown up anyway?
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:50 pm
Once more she had surprised him. Triston’s normally calm gaze widened in surprise for a brief moment as she reached out and grabbed him. It was still a surprise for her to be so bold with him, one who normally froze anything that touched him. Rather she warmed him…Triston had to hid the flinch of surprise and pain from her. The warmth was new to him and was like the sun. A fleeting moment of enjoyment before the warmth started to sting. Such warmth…was a forbidden thing for one like him.
His cold aura immediately swirled about him as if sensing the summer spirits as a danger. Triston pushed down his own magic in an attempt to stop the tendrils from lashing out around him. Rather the autumn breeze saved them both as the cold from it relaxed his body. The pygmy’s comment did make sense, however, as Triston glanced up. The internal battle of his ice against her warmth…that was something natural. “Constance.” His gaze flickered between light and dark before he looked up from his arm to turn towards the cattaur next to him. The pygmy was right there was a reason that the two seasons were separated. Still he didn’t move. She had asked him to stay after all.
Still wasn’t it autumn right now? An in between season to bridge the two opposites.
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 2:29 pm
The brief moment of the cold flare made the dark feline's eyes dart over to the male. It truly was such strong magic. ...whoops. Surely her touch was bothering him... She couldn't let him go though. She just couldn't! What if he vanished again? She was far too curious about her opposite to let him walk away again!
Suddenly, instead of becoming more irritated with the pygmy, Constance lit up with a smile. In her mind was the same thought as Triston had in his. "But don't you see? Winter and summer are separate seasons, true. You can't forget about spring and autumn though! Two seasons of the year when winter and summer meet!"
Ears perking at the sound of her name being spoken by an unfamiliar voice, Constance looked over to Triston with wide eyes. Wow... it was rare for someone else to know her name... "That's right! I never told you my name!" She gasped dramatically. "I don't know your name yet! What kind of name does a guy made of ice have?"
Euthalia threw her hands up into the air in defeat. "You are hopeless!" she said with a scowl. When the strange male spoke, her eyes widened as well. What had she done?! "Oh, I give up!" she huffed, spinning and marching off. "Go ahead and let him turn you into an ice sculpture. See if I care! I'll take care of the forest myself!" With a final snort, she pushed through some underbrush and was gone.
Constance turned her head to watch her friend's fit, but only smiled warmly. Euthalia was only having such a fuss because she cared... She knew that her little guardian would not venture too far off.
Now that no one was yelling in her ear, she faced Triston again with a hopeful smile. What was this curious male's name?!
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 5:03 pm
Triston looked over at Constance with more surprise. Was she a telepath as well? No, the way she turned the bridge was something new. Most would have seen fall as a warning to winter, not a chance for summer to linger after winter. Spring as well was a season of hope, of renewal from the cold death of winter. It was their release from the dark tyranny of the feared season. The idea made his face grim. That was right…in a way he was seen as a lord of death.
So why did she want someone like him to stay so badly?
So Constance was her name then? He had thought so because of the way the pygmy had said it before, but the cattaur felt like he was still risking saying it like that. Constance…it was a nice name. It was slightly ironic though…was her present constant unlike the warmth of summer which faded just as quickly in the face of winter? Triston’s thoughts were distracted by the pygmy’s protests. Ice sculpture? He knew his touch would burn others with ice…but he had yet to accidentally turn anyone into ice. As long as they didn’t touch him that was. The thought made him look down to where her hands rested. Her magic kept her safe though. Her warmth…would he actually freeze it by mistake one day?
As soon as the pygmy left he gently eased her hands from his arm and looked at her, “Triston.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 8:42 pm
Constance blushed slightly and tucked her hands to her chest. "Sorry," she murmured, an only marginally apologetic smile on her lips. The hint of confusion on the male's face was funny! His face was one that didn't seem to express much emotion otherwise.
"Triston?" Her smile brightened. She knew someone else's name! She knew Euthalia, and her own family, but otherwise... she'd never had the chance, nor the inclination, to learn about anyone else. Euthalia always kept her so busy, too.
"Triston... If I remember correctly, you have family down here. Is this why you're back? Or do you simply follow the weather?" To meet him again in the same area... She couldn't help but to be curious.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:30 pm
This cattaur. Triston was constantly baffled by her bright reactions and her excitement at the smallest of things. Was her smile really that bright just from learning his name? The winter cattaur frowned lightly. Maybe this was just one of those things which separated winter and summer. Life and emotions which were so different from the calm silence of his own self, of winter. But it wasn’t bad…it was just different.
And so curious! Triston gaze studied the summer cattaur as she questioned him again. Was this normal small talk for most? It would figure that the longest he had stayed around a taur would lead to questions…Flora had after all enjoyed questioning him as did Zura. Yet both had learned that he enjoyed his space and that talking so much was not his thing. Still her eagerness to learn more about him made him not want to disappoint her. Yet, he was not used to telling much about himself. Really the answer was a bit of both as well. So instead Triston just shrugged lightly, “Perhaps.” Winter time he didn’t come for his family…he would stop in and see his father and his ‘mate’ of sorts before going to work with Flora. The tavern in a way had become his home after all. Actually…Triston eyed the summer cattaur. She would probably love Flora. Or Flora would love her. The centauress loved spring and summer and the flowers which decorated her tavern were testaments to it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:53 pm
Constance cocked her head. What was going through the mind behind that stoic expression? Everything or nothing? Just one single thought, or dozens, or hundreds?
'Perhaps?' That was it? Her lips pursed slightly. She'd gotten some decent replies out of him before. "Triston, you are as vague as a snowy horizon, you know that?" she teased, her tail flicking back and forth. The horizon... where he would once again vanish without a trace...
"Triston..." she looked up at him with the first bit of uncertainty since the beginning of their conversation. "I'm not in the habit of watching the comings and goings of others, but... Do you remember this place? It wasn't too far off that we first met." She couldn't help a tiny smile at the memory. He'd been such a strange sight to her. "Why...Why did you vanish off without saying goodbye before?" Her eyes dropped and shifted to the side before snapping back to face him. It was a legitimate question, right?! "You don't have to elaborate on where you went. I'm not that nosy. ...but why?" She cleared her throat and looked off again, speaking quickly to cover her interest, "Because, you weren't doing so well in all the heat. I was concerned."
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 5:57 pm
Hearing her reaction to his reply the cattaur actually managed a light smirk before shrugging. It was best that way. Keeping such things to himself made him harder to find. So the less that others knew about him the better it was. He wasn’t trying to be cruel…he was just protecting them from himself and himself from them. He clenched his hands thoughtful of the icy air which was thankfully contained to a point by the gloves gifted to him as a child. It really was better this way.
Hearing his name the cattaur looked up at Constance with a curious expression. What was she going to ask him now? Ah. He looked around and nodded. So she remembered too that this place was the same as that time. Her question made Triston pause. He could have answered her truthfully, but would she be pleased with it? His hand reached out and the cattaur thoughtfully touched his sword handle. A cattaur who was of summer and life would probably be disgusted with the realization of the crimson sheen of his sword’s blade. At the thought the light in his gaze died and he glanced away from Constance. She would probably not approve of his reasoning…not that he should care. Still, Triston didn’t want to upset such a lively cattaur.
“Something came up…work.” He finally stated looking back at her, his gaze neutral. He gestured at himself. Obviously he had survived the heat; else he wouldn’t be standing before her now. The last thing he needed was another who worried about him. Still she had been concerned, “Sorry.” The last word came out silent as a whisper before he looked back away towards the trees. She had every right to be angry. But anger was better than the bitter disappointment of his true actions. Even if it was to save the trees, blood was something he learned that others did not always understand shedding.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 7:19 pm
Constance sucked her lip in to nibble on it. Any expression of any emotion that Triston had been starting to show... had been dashed away by her question. Well... at least she had an answer now? ....It didn't help her to feel any better.
"Well.. work is important," she said, lifting up a small smile. She wanted to ask what kind of work he did, but she'd asked enough questions. His apology surprised her though, her gaze rising back up to the male's. "You don't have to be sorry.." Her smile grew a little more again. "Those of us who live with the seasons are probably not used to many goodbyes to or from strangers. ..After all, it was only part of a day, and I'm sure you didn't take to kindly to me following you as I did." At that, she started to giggle again, remembering their first encounter. He hadn't been to pleased with her at all! She was still glad to see he had survived the hot summer day back then.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 8:25 pm
Work was important? Triston’s gaze flickered between multiple emotions. If only she knew exactly how important his work could be. A chill in the breeze wrapped around him. He was more claimed by winter than being a bringer of it. If only the cattaur in front of him realized how his work ended up in bloodshed. This was why he felt relief coming down here. Despite his adopted family’s chaos, the peace he found at the tavern was a comfort. Not that he would let anyone openly know that...and knowing how Constance would react to knowing he had an actual place in this area to be found at during the cooler seasons. Would she go that far to visit that place as well? Surely not.
“It was fine.” He commented suddenly looking at her. Really for some reason despite how it had irked him a bit at first her presence was more of a surprise. Most chose to leave him alone rather than follow him like she had chosen to do. If it hadn’t been for those intruders destroying the forest then maybe that last encounter would have lasted longer. He watched her giggle before a sharp clenching feeling took hold of him bringing him back to his senses. Not that any meeting between the two of them should have lasted for long. Triston suddenly snapped back into reality, “As it is.” He gestured at the changing leaves and looked at her inquiringly. Did she leave with the summer as he came with the winter?
If so it was autumn and winter's touch was already coming towards them.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 9:21 pm
Brow rising, Constance twitched her tail with interest. It was fine? Really? He... hadn't minded her presence? Her smile lit up again. She'd had a few taur tell her she was annoying with her attitudes. That someone of Triston's aura would be the one to not mind her...
Ears twitching, she looked around at the surroundings being gestured to. What was he....? The weather? ..What else could he be pointing out? Her brow knit slightly, looking back up at the freezing male. "...There is still time... Right?" she asked hesitantly, hands still clasped tight at her chest. She wasn't used to having such a mysterious and interesting companion to talk to. She had Euthalia, but the little pygmy never said anything new! The spirit's emotions were worn on her sleeves.
"When... when do you have to go back to work?" She lowered her hands, but kept them together. "Maybe we could... walk a bit?" That sounded silly. He was probably always walking! She was always going around to help the plantlife though... What else was there to do to keep Triston's attention?
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 10:53 pm
Triston raised an eyebrow at Constance. There was still time…but he had no idea of how long the summer cattaur wished to linger around when the chill of autumn was starting to turn into the bitter of winter. But it really wasn’t like the day would suddenly switch seasons completely. So for her there was indeed a bit of time. He just hoped that she was used to chill, even if it was autumn the wind that gently blew around them held quite a bit of cold in its touch. Her choice…he shouldn’t care really. Maybe it was just the hassle of trying to help her should the weather make her sick or falter that bothered him? Triston looked away towards the cloudy sky and tucked a stray piece of bang behind his ear.
Of course it fell back in his face when he looked back in surprise. She wanted to know when he went back to work because she wanted to walk with him? What was this? “Not yet.” He replied before gesturing at her, “Where to?” She wanted to walk so he would walk with her. Sure it baffled him, but considering the fact that he realized the possibility of them ever seeing each other again was slim the cattaur was willing to allow her to have her way to a point today. To make up for his rudeness last time when he had just left the forest without coming back to her.
And when he went to town for the winter it would indeed be a while before he came this way again. After all he only passed through this part of the woods when traveling back between his homes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 11:33 pm
The summer feline positively lit up when Triston confirmed both that there was still time and he was willing to walk! She could hardly believe it! ..Frankly, she could hardly believe that she was so willing to spend her time with him either. Her focus was rarely on anyone other than the plants around them.
Ah, but where...? "This way~" she said happily, reaching to grab his arm, though stopped her hand mere inches away. She stared at their two skin tones for a moment, remembering how he was so cold-natured... "Does my touch bother you?" she asked softly, raising her warm copper eyes to meet his steely gaze as her hand eased back to her side. "My magic keeps me warm, but.. does the heat hurt you at all?" Her not-quite-graceful social skills prevented her from remembering that if some stranger tried to touch her arm, she would have been gone in seconds.... How could she expect him to tolerate her, even though he already had...?
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 6:13 pm
Ah, there was a light again. Triston found himself slightly amused that just by agreeing to walk with the summer cattaur was enough to brighten her smile. Perhaps it was just the long absence of company like this while he had wandered up north? Everything up there was cold…just as he was. Secretly the cattaur flexed his hands at his sides. That was right. This wasn’t something that others saw. His emotions were frozen…
A sudden warmth around him made the cattaur look up in surprise. Her touch again? “A surprise.” It was true that the warmth was something which usually burned his cool skin, but he didn’t want to worry her. Someone like that needed to stay bright just like the season she loved. Sighing quietly to himself Triston held out an arm towards Constance silently motioning to her. If he was going to entertain this cattaur then he surely could manage a bit with the warmth…just long enough to keep her happy before he faded out of her life once again. Just like a winter breeze. “If you can stand the cold long enough.” He noted. After all he worried about how his actual cold magic could penetrate the warmth she radiated.
Despite his cold appearance, he really was a caring soul. It was just rare for others to see it.
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