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 Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 10:52 am
Pivoted to face her, he continued to make the trek backwards, placing his feet with a shocking amount of grace considering he could only sort of see what was coming up behind him. It might have been wiser to turn about, to lead her along in his wake, but — he was a social creature. Warwick would much rather keep her in his sights. It aided in the conversation, made this seem less strange, somehow. It was friendlier.
Hopefully he wouldn't fall over his feet in the process.
"Where ye staying? Here?" He blinked at her, head tipped, the question earnest and curious.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 4:02 pm
Though she gave him an odd look for walking backwards, Raja let it be. It was not as though he were the strangest individual she had ever spent time with. Still, she had to wonder how long it would be before he fell flat on his behind. From the impressions she was getting from Oberon, she had a suspicion that he was inclined to make it happen sooner rather than later.
Placing a casual but restraining hand on his withers, the gypsy considered Warwick's question.
"Normally, I board where I perform," she replied and gave a frowning glance at her fawn. The implications were clear. She could hardly bring him inside with her, and she certainly could not leave him outside alone. Other than worrying herself sick over him, he would certainly get himself into trouble.
"I suppose we'll be camping tonight."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 7:41 am
"...ah, aye." He grinned down at the fawn, a hand passing over the rumpled, too-long mess of his hair. When he pulled it away again, he looked like a rooster, blond bangs pointing toward the sky. And utterly unaware of this fact. Informing of it would probably get more of that same grin, careless and indifferent; considering the mish-mash of clothing Warwick had thrown on, the most effort he put into his wardrobe was the dye. And the tattoos...
"I like t'set up out of town anyway, else people come bother me." His foot came down on a rock, and Warwick hopped carefully so he wouldn't fall on his a**. Finally, now, he pivoted to fall in next to her, facing the right way. "I'd invite ye t'camp with us, but I ain't sure that's right."
She might, again, have been struck by how naive he was, in his way. More concerned about reputations and what was appropriate than the fact that she could thoroughly fleece him and make off with everything in his caravan...
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 5:41 pm
Rajani's lips twitched. Really, this man. He was such an innocent that she could hardly believe it. How did he survive their life with naivete like that? He stood there, looking all rumpled and patched together and spoke to her about propriety of all things. As though either of them had any reputation to uphold in the eyes of society. What could a girl say to that? Thoughts of robbing him blind never occurred to her. She only kept up burglary as a hobby these days, and only when she found something particularly fetching. But this man?
Raja shook her head. "Why don't you tell me about Wren." Best avoid the issue altogether. Wouldn't want to crush his delicate sensibilities.
Oberon of course was most disappointed when Warwick failed to topple over and proceeded to sulkily follow along. He was walking the right way now. What were his chances of tripping?
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 7:29 pm
"Well, you'll meet her, but, uh. She's still bitty." There was very little chance of Warwick falling, ever, unless he wanted to; he moved with a careless grace that wasn't attractive, wasn't a dancers comfortable smooth gait, but which certainly would keep him upright come hell or hailstorm. No. Warwick only took a tumble when it was funny for him to do so. And with a proper crowd.
"Not bitty as your boy, but she ain't big enough fer me t'ride yet, either." This got a smile, brief but then growing, and a sideways look to Rajani. "Though I been promised by this gal that she's likely to get big enough, at least..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:22 pm
"I have gathered that they grow rather quickly," she agreed. "And get quite large."
Though Rajani's mother had been very fond of old lore, their tribe had not been in Sunderland long enough for her to know very many of the old Guardian tales and of the ones that she had passed down to her daughters, Raja remembered only bits and pieces. However, once she had found Oberon's totem, well, she had made it her business to learn as much as she could as quickly as she could.
Unfortunately, most of that had been about heroic deeds by guardians and their chosen against the wicked wolves. The tales were so old, who knew how much they had been embellished upon, or how reliable they were from a practical standpoint anymore. Still, given the fact that all the lore agreed that the guardians were ridden by their chosen, it was a safe bet that the deer really did grow to be unusually large. Of course, she would still prefer some more accurate, and thus probably current, information. It would be a lot more helpful than old stories.
She returned his sideways glance. "What gal would this be?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 3:39 pm
"L'il bit of a thing who showed up at th'end of one of my shows with her own Guardian aside." Warwick flashed her a grin, wide and sudden and unabashed. It was an open and transparent sort of expression -- genuinely pleased, unconcerned. It was possible that Warwick was incapable of keeping secret. Unlikely, considering his lifestyle, but possible...
There was an energy in him, too, like he wished the pace were quicker, like he wanted to bounce off ahead to get them there sooner, and only the weight of her gaze [along with, well, gravity] kept him tethered to the earth. As it was, though, the spring came to his step, not quite a skip.
"Spokelse were definite big enough t'ride, an' not just for little girls, so I'm inclined te believe her, aye?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 5:30 pm
"Fair enough," she agreed. "She tell you any other interesting things? Escept for what they say in the stories, I'm afraid I don't know much of what to expect from himself over here." She patted Oberon's flank gently.
Hey, if she were going to be talking to him anyway, she might as well make it worth her while.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:50 am
"They're strong. 'sabout all she told me." But he hesitated as he thought about that, his head tipped and his eyes taking her in. It was a sideways look, not the bet glimpse, but maybe it'd at least give him an idea of her expression, see if she was wistful or hopeful, expectant or just...curious.
"I guess you ain't gettin' much from him yet, that young? But older on, they start...I dunno." It wasn't talking. It wasn't even really sharing thoughts. Emotions, maybe, except sometimes they were so alien to Warwick..."Approving. Disapproving. Reassuring."
A pause, and then he shook his head, repeating, "I dunno."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:46 pm
Between the moonlight and torches, there was enough illumination for Warwick to see that Rajani's face held a distant, thoughtful expression. What would Oberon become, when he was all grown up? Would he be fierce? Gentle? Somehow, she doubted that he would be shy. Would he be as wise and brave and cunning as in the stories? Only time would tell.
"Yes," she agreed. "They are mostly just vague notions now. Glimpses of feeling or intent." So, that would get stronger? Well, that only made sense. He was a baby, still, and babies had to learn to speak. All in time.
"Are we close to your caravan?" She wondered after a long moment in thoughtful silence.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 7:38 pm
"Ah, aye, just 'round the corner." they had, in their talk, migrated from the city and into quieter surroundings, where buildings faded out to the rolling green, leaving them alone on a battered dirt road. Warwick seemed unconcerned, bright and cheery still, which was likely the only thing that kept this from being creepy. Anyone else, and Rajani might have felt like she was being hauled out into the middle of nowhere for who knew what.
He hummed and stepped up the pace, pointing to a beribboned shape on the horizon. His grin was pale in the dark, widening as a ghost of a deer separated herself from the caravan and stepped out onto the road, ears forward, to watch their approach.
"We camp out, see. An' so try to stay where we won't bother noone..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 11:48 am
Ah. Well, she should have expected that anything belonging to this harlequin-colored man would be equally brilliant, standing out even in the darkness. She shook her head, but her attention was soon captured by the doe who appeared before the caravan. Well, she was certainly larger than Oberon, that much was true, but even at this distance, she could tell that Warwick was right. She had some growing to do, yet.
"Wren, I presume?"
Oberon, meanwhile, seemed torn between wary curiosity of the other deer and indignant jealousy of Rajani's interest in her. His ears swiveled uncertainly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:59 am
Wren was certainly bigger than Oberon -- big enough, perhaps, to intimidate. Or perhaps not. Pale in the dark, this was also Wren at her most elegant, at her most ethereal, a ghost on the horizon. As they approached, the effect would fade away, leaving her merely a fidgety finicky deer, trotting up the path to circle Warwick and prance about him, bell jingling wildly around her neck as she did. She studied Rajani in bits and pieces, easily distracted. Wren was much like her Chosen, active and a little bit wild, and more than happy to just be the two of them, most of the time.
He reached out to set a hand on her shoulder and it stilled some of the bouncing, left her merely matching their pace, the rattle of bell a softer backround for their talk. "...aye, 's Wren. She likes singers, maybe ye can...I mean, if ye don't mind...just a bit, later, maybe."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 7:49 pm
A lively thing, she was, acting more like an excitable dog than a dignified guardian, but what else could she expect from a companion of Warwick? Still, she was a lovely young doe, to be sure.
And did Warwick just ask her to sing to the guardian?
Now there was a request she'd never had before. Please, little lady, would you sing to my deer? Not that she found the request all that odd, despite its originality. She'd only had her Oberon for a few days and already she knew he was smarter than the average animal. Probably, he would become even more intelligent in a human sense than Hawthorn. He was already making his opinions clear about certain things, including which songs he liked. He had a particular preference for lullabies.
"I can sing a song or two for her," Rajani agreed, amused at his hesitance.
While everyone else was preoccupied, Oberon stared wide-eyed at the older guardian, amazed at how terribly frisky and undignified she was acting. Conveniently, any thoughts of his own indignities were forgotten. He glanced at Rajani and pressed even closer to her side and she smoothed the fur on his neck soothingly. He did not, however, enjoy the thought that his chosen might sing for another guardian.
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