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 Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 6:41 pm
The Arrival Softly the sky's myriad colours of sunrise streaked over the lands, dying the ground below it a variety of subtle tones, though any body of water to meet it was stained pastel, their glimmering ripples playing idly.
The Luna village was still sleeping, though the smells of one breakfast in creation curled like tendrils upon the wind, only two noises outside to enjoy them.
The first was that of a young girl, on her way to meet the creator of the meal for a lesson in arts unknown to her until a short time ago. Her mass of black hair trailed the ground behind her, it's soft curls echoing the motions of the circular pond to sit in the middle of the village.
The tomb floating atop it reflected unsurely in water that had lost it's usual calm facade. Ripples marred it's surface, thin echoes of the waves to give the ocean, hidden by mountains, life.
The other nose to savour the delicious scents of Wiralu's breakfast was hereabouts, a tiny babe laying on the shore, ripples caressing her skin, giving that short, blue-kissed crop of hair movement with their play.
The infant made no cries, burbling happily, one pudgy hand running fat fingers through the liquid.
Breena, running a childish finger up and down the edge of the dagger which still fascinated her, could not make herself unaware of an unfamiliar noise, even in a place still fairly new to her.
She knew the sound of infants, after all, she lived with some of the fat little things, forever squawking and babbling in their nonsense-speak.
So why unusual? Firstly, she had heard no babies in the village before, and had been told of odd happenings with Luna children, thus to hear one below toddler age was strange, of late.
Secondly, she knew none but Wiralu woke this early, why should a mother have her child out?
Curiosity, more than concern, bid her onwards. Who knew, perhaps here was a happening useful to herself in some way?
Eagerly did those dark eyes search the area, hungrily looking for anything amiss, dagger all the while a plaything for her nimble hands.
"Hello?"
Came her silky voice, pouring out of her throat like a sweet wine. There was no pretending the girl could not charm a snake, were she to try.
A thin splash was all the return she received, a proof of no adult in the situation? Or a proof of an escape?
In either case, it gave the child direction- the tomb's pond.
Swiftly those feet found their way, stopping only when they led her to tower above the figure of a tiny girl, body wrapped in a scarf that ebbed and flowed as the ocean, fronds of seaweed rising from her back.
"You're no Luna."
A queer observation, for if not born of the village, why left here?
Her presence could still prove useful for Breena, for perhaps a subject to study had presented itself... her odd dress proved she was not 'normal,' but Wiralu would know more. Yes, Wiralu would be able to tell her more about her little 'friend.'
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 10:42 pm
Welcome. It was not without trepidation that Wiralu took the child Breena proffered her. That the baby girl was alike to her pupil in some ways was evident to the old woman, though she hoped not in temperament. The babe's skin, at least, was warm to the touch, though a little chilled by the morning air.
Still, the same idea seemed to run through the girls, the same basis for life. Perhaps one for further understanding at some date, but for now the more practical matter of how to provide for the child seemed important.
"No mother you could see, child?"
Breena shook her head, seating herself in one of the chairs against the wall of Wiralu's main room.
"Is she Luna?"
"No, that she is not. Nor Theos. She is as yourself, I suppose, though I could not attest for what that was."
In her arms, the tiny girl burbled and kicked her chubby legs. She, at least, was happy enough with the situation.
Wiralu stroked a tendril of sea foam blue hair away from the baby's face, returning it to the largely black mop, taking in the girl's face, her large, smiling eyes, and most of all that scarf. It was hard to believe it was not an ocean wave, suspended around her by some twist of the imagination, some magic unfamiliar.
"I think, Breena, today's lesson must be postponed, I have matters to settle with this little one."
"Keep her, I think. She'd like it here."
With a darkling look, Breena took her leave, making sure to place one cold hand on the babe for a moment, eyeing her with some idea hiding behind her dark gaze.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 11:29 pm
Jenivive, and Matters. Wiralu sighed down into the infant's happy face.
"What is she planning, child?"
The worry needed to be pushed aside, however, for the matter of the tiny girl remained.
She was a pretty babe, to be sure, but a mystery. She seemed to have appeared out of thin air, a gift from the gods. Or another source...
Stroking aside another tendril of hair, the old woman attempted to read some answer from those warm, infantile eyes, but found none.
Thankfully, another source to read presented itself, a simple smudged note with a single word on it's surface- Jenivive.
"So that is your name, is it?
Jenivive."
The babe seemed to recognise it, for at the word she kicked out once more, burbling merrily, eyes sparkling.
"Well, Jenivive. We must find you somewhere to sleep, and I fear you have chosen your home already. Ceiba's old room must host another."
The door next to her own drew her gaze, and placing the tiny girl on her hip, Wiralu set off out of the hut.
She would need a few items she had not housed in years.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:31 pm
Laying on the table in Wiralu's central room was a small crystal, it's intended owner obvious by the colouring.
How Breena had delivered it without her knowing was not a question Wiralu cared to tackle.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:53 pm
Settling In. The sun trickled in slow slivers of golden light over the mountains, each inch soaking the land below in vibrant colours, banishing night's monotone. Brilliant greens came to meet the sun's first kiss as the forest awoke, the birdsong giving a soundtrack to this feast for the eyes.
As the land awoke around them, so to did the sole inhabitants of a hut, raised as it was above the touch of the earth, nearest of all it's village to the small body of water whence one of the inhabitants had been found.
This younger member of the pair seemed to greet consciousness with a fair deal of enthusiasm, for she immediately began that gurgling, leg-thumping jiggle that characterises the infant eager for that part of their ritual they find most pleasing. Indeed, Jenivive had already grown to be a great fan of her morning feeding and wander about the village, though only one week had served to place it into memory.
The day stretched ahead after this first exertion, for next would be the arrival of Breena for her day's lesson, that occured only on weekdays, following which would be an afternoon feeding, watching Wiralu's dealings with the villagers, yet another feeding, a story, then sleep.
That zeal only the young and old truly feel in ritual had settled over Wiralu and Jenivive, and as such both had accustomed themselves to the other's company with surprising alacrity.
If Wiralu was still studying that warm infant, she did at least manage it outside of the watchful eyes of her pupil, for Breena's dark gaze, though often directed in one of her seraphin smiles, was not so innocent as the old woman thought the girl wished it to seem.
What interest Wiralu found in either girl she could not say, but in each did she feel a keen interest.
Outside of this realm of thought, the white-haired crone shuffled out of her own bed, stretching as she moved, making her way to the various bottles laid out for Jenivive.
Calling out in that sing-song voice the babe seemed most receptive to, she smiled to herself. At least this charge seemed to intend no mischief.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:22 am
A Visit From Ceiba. The sun was setting in the west, each moment a changing of the light, as the golden orb slipped away from the earth's embrace, leading the way into a mild night, the moon almost full and sitting high upon her dark throne.
And cutting through the warm air walked a girl, her thin frame showing the onset of puberty, hips beginning to jut from that waif-like figure at a rate she found almost ridiculous. Her down-turned face, luckily, did not show the changes going on within her, for her skin did not tend toward spots, however much her figure might rebel. Her delicate hands lay tucked within her elbow crooks, arms folded across her chest, even as she walked, lending them to thump, thump, thump against her stomach with each step.
Ceiba, Theos child of Luna origin, made her way towards the village of her birth, her nimble yet slow steps belying the excitement and trepidation lending her lip to tremble beneath the curtain of hair let forward to hide her face.
Gleaming eyes met each landmark of the journey, the Theos headquarters, the great obelisk that marked the splitting of the path between the two villages, and finally those pure white gate markers. She was home, if home she could still consider it. It had been since her youth that she had lived with Lady Siri, the members of her tribe distrusting the spirit within her, lying in wait. Still, she had always been made a welcome visitor, and her grandmother, Wiralu, continued to dote on her from afar.
It was to visit Wiralu she now came, having heard intriguing tidings from her house-mate and resident torturer, Breena. The black haired girl had spoken of a babe delivered into the old woman's care by forces unknown, a child of the sea.
She carried with her a gift for the tiny girl, in the hope she would find her entirely unlike the girl who brought news of her, for Breena struck terror into Ceiba's heart, had from the day her lifeless body had been found. As her halting steps led her to her grandmother's home, the girl exhaled slowly, an attempt to calm the fear washing over her in waves. "It will be fine. It will be fine. It will be fine," she whispered to herself, eyes squeezed shut and fingers squeezed into her palms to cease their quaking.
After a few moments spent thus, she ascended the ladder and entered the place without knocking, as was her wont.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 6:22 pm
A Visit From Ceiba, part two, A Gift. The scene to greet Ceiba's eyes caused some small relief in her breast, for instead of a cold, hard-eyed babe as Breena had been, the child lain in her grandmother's arms had eyes bright as the sea, and a toothless smile that emitted a few burbles, hands reaching towards this new face.
Wiralu showed yet more joy at the entry of her granddaughter, for instead of the artless happiness of a babe eager to see any face that might lend her joy, in the old woman's breast there lay true love for the child, her own flesh and blood.
Standing and ushering Ceiba in, Wiralu kissed her cheek softly, brushing her lips across the smooth, youthful cheeks of her most beloved of relatives.
"My darling, what brings you here today?" she chorused once both she, and Ceiba, had retired to a pair of wooden chairs.
With an inclination of the head, the girl motioned towards the babe now simply staring at her with idle idolatry.
"Ah, Breena told you then?"
"Yes." Finally that soft voice met the ears of her fellows, and an idea of what it hinted at sparked in Wiralu's keen eyes.
"Yes, she is different indeed to the one to find her. They each hold the same basis, though, I think. Though not, thankfully, the same basics."
A stifled giggle met her small speech, as Ceiba silently added her agreement.
"I brought her a gift," the girl noted, after a few moments of silence had passed, each member of the trio eyeing another, one with concern, one with curiosity, and one with simple hope of attention.
Unfurling one clasped fist, Ceiba allowed the piece of jewellery she had brought to be exposed to air for the first time since she had set off from The Manor.
"I... I made it. I read a book on how."
The ring sparkled idly, a painted starfish carefully made up so that it glittered in the light, secured on a silver band.
Holding it towards the baby's chubby digits, though it's width was at present far too large, the shy girl whispered a message into her ears alone, Wiralu for a moment excluded.
"Welcome to the family," she said, before dropping a kiss on Jenivive's head, another on Wiralu's cheek, and sitting back in her chair to pass a few hours of easy conversation with her grandmother.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:15 pm
Sea Dreamer [backstory] Her birth had passed. She had been created from a lost soul, she had been found. But then, once more, she had been lost. The sea reclaimed it's little child, slipped her back under it's waves to sleep a little longer.
As the waves undulated above her still frame, tendrils of sunlight pricked at the expanse of liquid above her, leaving stains of pink on her eyes as it filtered through her closed eyelids. That easy mind moved as with the tide, dreams washing over her in waves, tales of the sea and it's inhabitants.
Dancing in her mind were images of herself, as she had once been, combined with what she was now. The two forms were treading water, suspended just beneath the crest of a thundering wave. If there was a shadow hanging about them, the blinding light from above distracted the eye from it, and still, silently, did the pair continue their endless tread.
The wave, too, seemed frozen in place, neither fully cresting nor fading away, merely hanging as if the moment had been paused.
The eyes of each figure met, and though the dreamer could feel each pair of orbs boring into the other, see through each, she sat also as mere observer, playing each party in this dream, all at once in a great mish-mash of confusion. She felt neither here nor there, neither one was her, nor she either one, and yet she was both.
The fingers of each player in the watery scene unfurled, reaching towards the other, rippling as surges in the water around them lent them movement as it does seaweed, sending the tendrils this way and that as if controlling a puppet. With the movement splaying their fingers and sending them rippling, it seemed an eternity before the distance between their hands was closed. Eventually, however, only a thin distance existed between their outstretched fingers, closing as fast as could be expected.
A blinding flash from above stole the moment, echoed from below as the lurking shadow spiralled upwards. That which Jenivive knew would be evaporating into the light, she attempted to grip that which she was, as the shadow enclosed around her, squeezing tighter, ever tighter. The hands wrenched apart as both halves of the one-time whole were stolen away, washed into nothingness as the sleeping babe rolled onto her side, a wave surging above her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:54 pm
Sea Dreamer [backstory] The waves froze once more in the dreamer's mind, though above her they swept easily and with peace as they had done for millenia. Beneath the waves she slumbered.
Two figures once more occupied the space in her dreams, what was, and what would be. Her past and future circled each other as the waves hung uneasily above them, now encircled by shadow, light pricking uneasily at the edges, unsure of it's footing in this dark ocean. The water seemed thick, the darkness' lack of colour making it seem like the slow undulations of an oil pit, ripples moving so slowly through the mass the movement seems impossible, too daunted by the task.
Through this gloop the figures made tread, legs cutting through with mammoth effort. Soon they would tire, they had to tire, and would drop away into the inky blackness around them.
No light met their struggle, no flash from above. They were alone with the shadows, and with each other.
She knew not if they saw each other. For the dreamer, on this night, could not see with their eyes, saw only the blackness around them, yet she felt them both, felt their presence, felt it failing.
Once more they reached out to each other, hands not splayed by the rippling waves, but merely inhibited by the suspended liquid around them. It pushed against their efforts, toyed with their muscles, mocked their attempts. But still those hands sought each other, needed each other, had to be together. What was and what would be, they should have been one, and the dreamer felt it, felt their connection.
Light attempted once more to break through the waves, enforce a dawn on this fake night, it's one-time flash now a mere glow, but it was as before. The light surged, dulled now, and so did the shadow, but not fast enough. The halves connected, the fingers intertwined, and the darkness pulled them both down, down to the depths.
The babe turned as the dream faded, the waves around her crested. It was enough.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 9:03 pm
PD with Mikhael nevermonotone: Get out of the house, he'd said. Meet some people, he'd said. Stop clinging to the pirate and make some friends. Mikhael wrinkled his nose a bit at his guardian's parting words as he rode his bike up the path to the Legend HQ. It was really the only other place he knew out of the house besides the woods and Aki's bluff.
Chaining his bike at the door, he peered inside, pushing the door open quietly. "'Lo?" His already quiet voice was timid, barely a whisper.
RhubarbDumpling wants to directly connect.
nevermonotone is now directly connected.
RhubarbDumpling: Breena had delivered her, promising Wiralu time to meet with the members of the Luna, discuss issues not fit for her own ears or those of the baby. The devious girl had allowed neither the old woman or the babe into the reasons behind her willingness to go to the building which Legends called their own, but she had promptly disappeared ere they had arrived, leaving Jenivive playing with her two gifts, a ring far too large for her chubby fingers, and a crystal coloured after the sea.
The infant gurgled happily as she toyed with the former, delivering the ring into her toothless mouth and gnawing on it, attempting to relieve the inkling of pain beneath her gums, the first sign of the teeth, small rows of pearls, waiting to show themselves.
A voice met her attention, froze the ring in her mouth, a thin film of drool welling itself around the plaything. She had no powers of speech to greet it, and instead set into a realm of babbling, meaning known only to herself.
nevermonotone: Mikhael blinked a bit owlishly at the presence of the baby on the couch, unattended. It seemed irresponsible to leave a baby alone on the couch. Maybe the guardian was out of the room? Walking into the common area, he looked around for someone, calling out softly in all directions.
Finally giving up after a few minutes of not-so-frantic searching -he reasoned that if someone was near by, they'd have shown themselves with little provocation- he sat next to Jenivive on the couch, with a shy smile, tucking his knees up to his chest. "Hi, there, sweetheart...you 'lone?"
RhubarbDumpling: With her self-appointed mentor nowhere to be found, another babe may have panicked at the sight of a stranger. Jenivive, however, was not made of such stuff. Sea-foam eyes drinking in the sight of the boy, the tiny girl merely grinned toothlessly, dropping her pair of gifts and instead holding out one fat little hand to Mikhael in a demanding form of greeting. Modelled on the hand shaking she had seen her elders do, the clamping of her fingers in and out instead demanded attention, not the hand of the other.
These movements unsettled her raiment, the scarf wrapping her form shifting as her arm moved, a fresh set of waves seeming to ripple through it's folds. The seaweed attached to her back may have been squashed against the upholstry behind her, but that scarf retained it's ability to captivate the eye, and almost stole Jenivive's attention, though it seemed fairly safely fixed on the boy.
nevermonotone: Mikhael unfolded his legs, crossing them at the ankles, and leant forward to take her hand in between his palms. Something about him was soft and comforting, edging on delicate. "You're a friendly one, aren't you?" He smiled, the scarf indeed catching his eye as well, as he watched the waves surface over her. "Where's your mama?" He took another cursory look around as he shrugged off his jacket to get comfortable.
Well. He supposed a baby was company. And certainly less intimidating than someone his age.
RhubarbDumpling: Cocking her head as the boy took that chubby hand within his own, Jenivive wondered, a moment, what form of greeting was meant to follow from here. She had seen adults take each other's hands, but never fully understood the point. Still, contact was contact, and it pleased her.
The questions could not be answered in any intelligible way, but she burbled out her own answers in any case, happily explaining absolutely nothing.
His jacket, shrugging off the shoulders of Mikhael, then met her warm gaze, and seemed to take her fancy somewhat, as she watched the folds and it's soft movements. She longed to touch it, to feel it.
nevermonotone: Mikhael paused as he saw her attention shift. His eyes brightened with a genuine smile. "Ah, I like it too. Was maybe even tinier than you...." He chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head. "Doesn't seem long ago." He bundled up the jacket carefully and reached over to drape it over her shoulders, tucking the hood back so she didn't feel trapped. "It's nice for hiding."
RhubarbDumpling: Though her eyes widened at this gesture, they lost no warmth, even gaining more at the pleasure of this sensation. The coat felt a thrill against her skin, each inch that lay uncovered by ribbon or scarf greedily lapping at the feel of it's folds settling over Jenivive's form.
Yes, she liked this coat. The purity of it's colour excited her eye, too.
His chatter of hiding made no sense to her, for to hide was not in her nature, but another round of babbled chatter fell from her lips in answer to his chatter.
The end of her meaningless spiel lost itself in a gurgle of pleased laughter as the baby ran her hands over the coat now drowning her form.
nevermonotone: "You're talkative. Cute. Havva little brother bout your age. Not so talkative." He fussed with the coat a little, tucking it warmly around her, and letting the feathers in the hood fluff around her neck. He hoped she'd like them. To him, of course, they were home, they were comfort, they were him. He leant back a bit, to take her in. He didn't spend a lot of time with little girls. His house was full of boys, and although they were as different as colors in the rainbow, they were all a bit rough sometimes. Girl babies seemed softer somehow.
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RhubarbDumpling:
RhubarbDumpling: Moving her fingers up the folds slowly, allowing the nerve endings there espoused to drink in the fabric entirely, Jenivive took a few moments before burying her hands in the feathers of the hood, gurgling her approval of these soft delights.
An idea ocurred. She owed him a taste of her own delight. Mind running over those things she owned, her shells, her seaweed, her scarf, the latter finally meeting her approval, she removed her hands from the hood, and redirected them to the scarf hidden now beneath the coat.
With chubby digits, she lifted both edges towards Mikhael's hands, an attempt to gesticulate to him that he should play with it, as he was letting her play with his coat.
RhubarbDumpling: [Did that go through? When dc dies it sometimes takes posts with it. D:]
nevermonotone: I gottit!
RhubarbDumpling: [Schweeeeet. AIM is evil at times. xD]
nevermonotone: Mikhael was startled a bit at the trade off, before his eyes warmed again, with delight. She wanted to share! Oh well then, by all means. He'd been curious about the scarf. It was certainly one of the most eye catching garments he'd ever seen...and certainly, on a baby...but then again, it was hard to know what to expect from the Legend Headquarters.
Running his fingers over it, he marveled at the unfamiliar texture of the sort of water hybrid that it seemed to be. He wasn't sure exactly how it worked...but that didn't really matter. He didn't need to understand magic, just enjoy it. "It's beautiful."
RhubarbDumpling: Once Mikhael had taken her scarf, Jenivive once more thrust her fingers into the white feathers of the hood, giggling as they tickled and caressed her hands.
His approval, however, of her own garment met her attention and struck a warm grin over her features. She was proud of her scarf, and to have it admired pleased her. She understood it no more than he, but she knew it was part of her, and thus to know that it was special and nice was a sort of praise of herself.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 5:54 pm
The Luna, The Sol, and The Sea. The Luna:
The Luna are a race older than the Sol, having first been formed by a single family that lived beyond the great mountains. The Luna family was nomadic, and before long picked up many stray people who loitered about the frozen lands.
Their evolution from large family to tribe occured in the wake of great turmoil, when the lands became too cold for their survival. They elected the first leader, Ghina, a woman of few years, but great mental capacity.
Ghina, realising that they could not survive in this increasingly barren land, ordered the great trek- to pass the mountains and find home in what lay beyond.
A great number died in this journey, and in the great mountains lies many an ancient graveyard to mark their loss.
When they reached the new lands, the intense greenery stunned this people, and they named it "Idwe"- meaning hope.
They set up their first village under the shadow of a tree greater than any other in the ancient forests, taller, more shapely, and almost pure white of trunk. They built their shelters out of wood from the outskirts of the clearing, centred around a pool of water that they felt was magical for it's reflection of the moon at any angle.
Many years passed in this way, bringing fortune and misfortune, plagues and births, until the tribe was in it's 30th generation in these lands- under the guidance of the dual leaders Adisi and Nuaro, mother and father to the first child in the village to display divine favour.
In this time, a great fire, the start of which no one could explain, ravaged the village, burning every house to the ground, killing many Luna, and eating at the great tree until nothing but two branches remained unblackened.
Nuaro, having been killed saving his own child from the fire, was the greatest mourned of the dead, and in his honour Adisi commissioned the building of the moon's shrine, to act as both an altar to their great mother, suspended over the clear waters, the only thing untouched by the fire, but also as a tomb to her beloved.
The other major results of this tragedy were the changed method of house building- they now built their houses on stilts, though the reason for this change seemed little to do with fire safety, and more for safety from the tribe that arrived shortly before the fire, and their constant minor attacks on the Luna. The last change was that instead of the tree they made gate posts from it's last two branches, carving into them all that had ever been of import.
Again, ages passed, a peace treaty ended the attacks from the Sol, though bickering went on, the plagues of the red moon halved the Luna's population, and a great eclipse marked the 60th generation's rise to power- the age of Wiralu and the Theos.
The Sol:
The Sol, in comparison with the Luna, are a very young race. Their formation as a tribe lay in the 25th generation of the Luna, on the coast.
Like their sister tribe, they began as a family, and this line is that which commands the position of tribe leader to this day. The family of Sol, claiming lineage from the father of the sky himself (however falsely), took in members from families they found making shelter on the dunes, promising them safety from wild animals in return for fealty.
This tradition went on for many ages, until in the 5th generation they ran out of subjects to acquire, and began the journey inland. When they rached the huge forest lands, they first thought little of it, the trees blocked their heavenly father, and it was much colder than their home, but they reluctantly decided to stay, seeing promise in the peoples scattered thereabouts.
Why they set up their village in their current spot is unknown, but many Luna speculate that it was for the purposes of easy attacks on others, for the Sol live on rising ground, affording them sight over the peoples around them, in particular, the Luna. The villagers built their homes out of flint stones, with holes in the centre of the roof for the sun to enter, and smoke to escape. To the north of their village, at the peak of the hillock, lies their golden pyramid, their monument which shines in the light of the sun. The building of this was never documented, but legend tells of a stranger entering the village and whispering in Yriuma's ear as he slept that the father was displeased with his people, and demanded a show of fealty. Thus Yriuma commanded his people to create a golden pyramid, stretching to the heavens, and had it completed in two years, dropping dead at it's base at the moment of completion.
Few disasters have marked this tribe's history, though the plague of the red moon took it's toll on them also, and to this day not much has changed the tribe's workings.
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The stories paused on Wiralu's tongue as she checked the sleeping babe.
"You will bring the sea to the Luna, perhaps, my darling."
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:39 pm
PD with Paestri. Quote: karashi05: Paestri couldn't quite believe that the sight before her was real. Where the large building that had served as the HQ was now nothing more than a pile of rubble. She walked up to the fallen structure, poking protruding bits of wood, wondering what had happened. "Why's the HQ all broken?" she asked no one in particular.
karashi05: Muttered the Intangible that clung to Paestri like some make-shift scarf.
karashi05: ((Ack, meebo apparently doesn't allow ctrl+enter >.<))
RhubarbDumpling: What a first impression.
Wiralu had not yet made her entrance into the HQ, that building she had relied on directions from Breena to find. Well, it seemed she had followed them to the letter, so this pile of rubble, apparently, was the centre of activity for those of the same birth as Breena and Jenivive. There was a potency to the place, a sense that all was not right, and with suspicion, the old woman eyed it, before turning her attention to the squirming toddler in her arms.
"Yes, my darling, we are here. We are here."
For Jenivive, this was not her first trip, for Breena had taken her there once before, though it was rather different then. There had been a building, then. In a string of nonsense, she tried to get this point across to Wiralu.
karashi05: "Let's get out of here, maybe lightning'll strike or some really bad mojo will latch itself onto us and screw us up over again and again."
"Oh hush Malady, if something like that does attach to us, it shouldn't be too hard to get rid of it. Or stuff it into a pickle jar." Paestri giggled. Nevertheless, there was nothing for her to do here, she doubted anyone would still be living in the HQ. With an almost cheerful smile, she turned around to go elsewhere. Perhaps straight home? Her decision would have to wait as she spotted an old woman carrying a toddler. A rather familiar looking toddler. "Hello, good day to both of you." She greeted with a polite nod of her head, braids bobbing from her motion.
Malady simply stared at the couple, crimson eyes tapered into suspicios slits. Were these people like Paestri and those who could see it? It hoped not, it wanted to go home.
karashi05: ((yay for notepad))
RhubarbDumpling: [Is Malady visible to Legends, or just Paestri?]
karashi05: ((all Legends can see and hear Malady n.n))
RhubarbDumpling: [Sweet]
karashi05: ((Wiralu might be able to sense it :3))
RhubarbDumpling: A child's voice filtered over the winter breeze, catching at Wiralu's ears and leading her to quirk a brow. A child amongst this rubble? How strange. But then, who was she to pass judgement on the strange and the normal, given her own life and experiences. The little pink-haired child gave off a feel not her own, an odd sensation Wiralu could not entirely like, but she nodded at her anyway.
"Good day, my child. And how do you come by this place?"
Jenivive, not so well versed in the world as her guardian, nor of a disposition to question that which she was presented with, grinned amiably at the girl, waving a pudgy hand at her and the thing around her. She enjoyed company, and children were fun. Breena was, and so was the boy she had met here, and all the village children. Yes, children were nice.
karashi05: ((does Jen still wear the sea-scarf? :3))
RhubarbDumpling: [aye, it's her favourite thing.]
karashi05: "I came here by my feet." Paestri giggled, not thinking her answer odd, rarely did she consider how others would perceive her. "I used to come here a lot because this is where I get to meet lots of new Legends." she explained. Her icing-pink gaze rested upon the water-like scarf that the infant wore and tried to recall where she had seen that very same thing.
"That thing around her neck," Malady whispered, an ethereal tendril extending to point at the scarf, "It's not alive, is it?"
"Doesn't that scarf make you wet?" Paestri asked as she walked -practically skipped- towards Jenevive.
RhubarbDumpling: The whimsy of the girl struck Wiralu, so contrary as it was to the energy coming from her vicinity.
"Ah, you know of these Legends, then. Tell me, are you one yourself?"
Intriguing. She did seem to have that air of similar creation to her own dear Jenivive, and the dark Breena, whom she gave lessons.
In her arms, the babe cocked a head at the shadowy Malady, stretching out a hand towards him, echoing his own movement. She did want to play with it, oh yes.
"It is an illusion," Wiralu answered for the infant.
"A good one, I must say."
Indeed, the scarf wrapped about Jenivive was her own darling, it's soft folds giving the picture of waves crashing about her, her own piece of the ocean, always at hand.
karashi05: ((may I ask what Jen's concept/powers are/will be? Those usually allow me to make a 'taste' for the Legends Paestri touches :3))
RhubarbDumpling: [I don't know what Xaria's original concept was, so I got approval for a wave sprite concept. Her powers will lie in the push and pull of bodies of water, starting with ripples, going up to waves.]
karashi05: ((Ooooh, would you mind if Jenevive tastes like "motion"? n.n))
RhubarbDumpling: [Sweet!]
karashi05: ((And this is just an idea, when Paestri re-encounters Breena and manages to touch her skin will you approve of Malice? Or would you rather it be something slightly more pleasant?))
RhubarbDumpling: [Change is her basic concept, change, chaos, etc. Or selfishness, because that's the base of her personality.]
karashi05: ((Aaaah, alright n.n makes sense but if Breena doesn't allow Paestri to touch her, I don't think Pae will even have an inkling XD))
RhubarbDumpling: [Breenie: She hugged me. ]
karashi05: Paestri gave Wiralu a bright smile, as if deriving pleasure from merely being asked. "Yes, I am a Legend, at least my mommy told me I am." she adds with a thoughtful cant of her head. Whether she understood the significance of being a Legend was uncertain.
Malady frowned at the mimicry, was the infant mocking it? It stretched out further, just slightly out of Jenevive's reach, and wiggled its tendril tauntingly. "An illusion? So we don't need to worry about drowning, then?" It snorted.
Paestri ignored her Intangible's comment, and if no one made any remarks about Malady she saw no reason to point it out. "Did she make it, or did you give it to her as a gift? Or..." Her hand idly reached up to her locket, "Did she just find it?"
karashi05: ((Paestri: Awww, someone sounds like she needs another hug X3))
RhubarbDumpling: Another of that kind. It was an intriguing concept, so unlike the magical children that were the Theos. They did not house their spirits, they merely... were them. Wiralu smiled indulgently.
Intrigued, Jenivive did not give much thought to the words of the strange thing waggling at her, instead choosing to read into it's actions as an invitation to play, and accordingly she, too, stretched out her hand further, attempting to touch that strange creature.
"I do not know," Wiralu answered the girl.
"When I found her, she had it. I think it is as much part of her as hair or fingernails are."
karashi05: The Intangible found it quite enjoyed this little game. It would move closer just enough, and suddenly yank itself out of the toddler's reach. Somehow, it reminded it of things past.
"Sort of like Malady?" Paestri found herself asking. A sudden blankness invaded her eyes as she realized Wiralu might not be able to understand what she was talking about. But it was too late to take back her words, besides it didn't really bother Paestri if people thought her slightly touched in the head.
Malady, on the other hand, was visibly upset by Paestri's question. Its tendril shot back into it with a sudden snap, and it started to expand. It was no longer a scarf, rather it appeared to take on the form of plated armor. Granted it was a smokey, wispy sort of armor that couldn't possibly be of any use. "Shut up, don't say another word about me. If she starts asking you if you're on any medication just let me answer for you." It snarled.
Paestri complied, pressing her lips together in a wide smile some semblance of mental function returned to her eyes.
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