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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 8:48 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 9:22 am
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Naqenni || 1
Naqenni did not think this was a good idea.
Granted, she had wanted to travel off of Yael for the bulk of her life, ever anxious, ever impatient the more practiced she became in the art of her weapon and the more familiar she was in her home landscape. She had wanted to taste what lay beyond the borders of the salt sea that rimmed Yael’s shore. She had wanted to know what lay out there in the spaces her caretaker mothers had spoken of. She wanted to see these things for herself. And scout. And learn.
And fight.
But this wasn’t that. In retrospect, she still wasn’t entirely sure how this had come to pass. The mystic was precious, new, young, irreplaceably valuable and those of Zinris had not traveled from their island of banishment in years. They didn’t know what was out there. Yes, Naqenni had wanted to see it for herself, but for herself.
Not like this.
Her hackles bristled, a prickling beneath her skin as her milky teal eyes scanned the alien landscape and her antennae coiled. She and her sisters were as alien to this world as it was to them, and yet — and yet — still somehow this had become her task: to follow with several of her younger sisters and guard her mystic across lands they knew nothing of, to investigate within a sea of people who could be as ready to kill them as they were to breath.
Not to mention, the entire scene reeked of earthlings. She sneered, lips pulling back to bare teeth in open displeasure before she shook her head. The journey had been and would continue to be long. But if this was her destiny, then so be it. While she had her reservations about the wiseness of the plan on the whole, she would protect her mystic.
And perhaps she would learn something useful of this earthling world beyond the shore in the meantime.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 9:30 am
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Itotia Post 1
Itotia was far away from her new home, and she was getting quite the culture shock. Going from Yael to Oba was startling, but traveling through the humid forests of Jauhar, the dry flatlands of Tale, and landing in the cool mountains of Sauti made her rethink what she knew. Sure, she had read about such land masses, but never did she imagine the colors, the smells, or the feeling of being here in Sauti. She never would have come this far had Aseara not been pregnant with her fifth child.
And here she was, her hood pulled lightly back and her lavender hair shining in the light. Her eyes, although dull, were still noteworthy, and even to this day she got stares from strangers who hadn't seen a Yaeli before.
As she moved through the crowd, she still made a point to avoid touching anyone whenever she could. Old habits would always die hard, and even with her acceptance of her residency she still didn't trust mainlander strangers farther than she could throw them. And she couldn't really throw them very far.
As she dodged one, she suddenly was face-to-face with a blue-skinned woman who had just turned her way, and she let out a light "Oh." As she paused in her steps, "Apologies..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:02 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:36 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:41 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 10:54 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 11:04 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 11:37 am
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Aeuri Post 1
Aeuri couldn't believe that Orin decided to stay behind. Sure, their brother had a new pet Janarim to take care off, but the fact that he decided to not come across the country to such a grand event was a bit surprising. Maybe it was the fact that, despite them being older, they still had to be accompanied by Itotia, but to Aeuri that made sense. After all, they were quite the distance from home. It only made sense that they'd need a guardian.
However, Itotia was a bit more relaxed once they arrived in Sauti, and bid them to stay close and not leave the market. Then, with a drop of a bag of coin as the daily allowance, she bid them to stay smart and left them on their own.
Now, it was just Aeuri, Nasuri, and a land of strangers. He had to admit, he was pretty excited.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 3:40 pm
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Zayana Post 1
What were they doing?!
Zayana, being raised as a hesitant and thoughtful daughter, was reeling at the crowd before her. Never in her years did she ever imagine such a mass of people, of so many different colors and most who had crystals.
Crystals. Earthlings. Enemies.
Oh, why did she ever agree and support the young mystic she was meant to protect. That was an easy answer, it's because it was the mystic. She would die for her mystic, that's just the way it was. Her mothers dropped everything to support their mystic, and Zayana would do the same.
Moving with a cloak that covered her head to her toes, leaving no room for people to see her or her to be impacted by the harsh mainland sun, she glanced at the older sister in their group. She never had much time to interact with Naqenni, and she didn't much plan on doing it right now. Naqenni looked pissed, and so Zayana gave her the space she needed and turned to her true sister, Kanika.
"I'd much prefer to stay away from the mass of crystal crawlers, thank you very much..." She said in a low hiss, glancing at their party and waiting for additional direction from their young mystic.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 5:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 6:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2016 8:57 pm
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Amalric || 1
All his life, Amalric had never been alone.
Physically and temporarily yes, of course. But not alone in the world. Out to fend for his own interests. Dependant on himself and his own coin, instinct, and—
“Nnnghf—”
—powdered, sugary confections…?
Initially upon and directly after impact, all Amalric could smell was sweet, powdery white dust poofing up as his fingers instinctively reached to catch at and/or brace the colliding party. He stumbled back not to fall himself and then—squinted, fingers flitting back off and away from the other as his gaze flicked over him and he took another step back to space again between them. A leaf boy. Near his age, and he—he smelled. Not poorly, but of some strange and potent mixture of confectioner’s syrup and deep woods.
He dusted his hands over his front, pinning the boy with a skeptical but inquisitive look. “Ah. You…” ‘…might consider trying to use both your eyes and your mouth simultaneously if you’re going to walk and eat.’ He cleared his throat, frowning as his gaze dropped sidelong to eye a pebble just left of his boot. “My apologies.”
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