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 Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 9:41 pm
Sequoia made sure to stay close to Rosinweed. If he moved away from her, she would either cling to him again or rush back into her home and he wanted her to be comfortable around strangers, especially the few that ever came to visit. If word came out, more would come to see her, she would become less paranoid, make friends, and meet someone special?
“See Rosinweed. Very thoughtful.” He whispered to her and smiled. “..and very pleasing too, don’t you think.” He said, nudging her. Smiling, he turned back to Fjord and picked up his voice from the whisper he was using. “Now about that meal. Basil, can you be a dear and go gather some berries. The ones we collected yesterday. How about bringing your friends with you? They can take a treat for themselves. Crow, I would be happy to have some help with my memory. I tend to forget.” He said, smiling to the little mus. Basil huffed, not pleased to be told he would be having to work with the mus. Turning around and sticking his tail up, he started to fly. “Follow.” He huffed. Sequoia would have gone himself but he knew he could not leave Rosinweed alone with Fjord. She would be terrified out of her wits! Not now anyways.
“Now Fjord. The Theater. I don’t know much about it, or bards for that matter. I had just been …… having some fun… in the woods and Char approached me. I guess I was rather gullible to believe his words, but he was going to tell me a thing or two about bards and the Theater. Care to entertain us a bit? Rosinweed and I really don’t get out much to see the plays or hear about the Theater? Pretty please?” He said, smiling. He thought it would be a great treat if Rosinweed could hear about the Theater and the bards there because she could not go out and hear about them herself. That and Sequoia had been, was still, very much in love with the idea of being a bard, even for a short while.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 3:45 pm
Crow beamed as she settled on Fjord's talons once more, ignoring Basil's huff.
"Follow? Ah? Ya, okay!" Feather chirruped cheerfully. Nettle merely sang a quick few notes in response. Both Fjord's pica and Rosinweed's parus quickly fluttered after the indignant Basil.
Rosinweed nodded her head quietly as Sequoia spoke. "Yes... Pleasing. Mh-hmm... Thoughtful..." She echoed softly, but kept her golden eyes on Fjord's every movement.
"Ah, yes, I would love to! ... A tale is nice. I do love to tell them, though I think it might be safer to stick to a song." He still did not know Rosinweed and Sequoia well, but he knew enough to stay away from the topic of the Above.
Heshook his bells softly for a moment and then parted his beak. Something light ahd cheerful was called for and he often heard Birch singing this one. Fjord was always for the more melodic songs, but most of them were sad in nature.
"Always a fun one! Reminds me of when I was a youngster!"
"A fledgling in a tree
A fledgling in a tree
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
A fledgling in a tree
The fledgling tries to fly
The fledgling tries to fly
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
The fledgling tries to fly
Say will he fly or fail?
Say will he fly or fail?
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
Say will he fly or fail?
Come catch him when he falls
Come catch him when he falls
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
Come catch him when he falls
The fledgling didn’t fall
The fledgling didn’t fall
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
The fledgling didn’t fall
Wherever will he land?
Wherever will he land?
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
Wherever will he land?
Let’s hope the crash is soft
Let’s hope the crash is soft
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
Let’s hope the crash is soft
He’s in another tree
He’s in anohter tree
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
A fledgling in a tree"
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 7:33 pm
Sequoia laughed, a mixtures of hoots and snickers, applauding once he gained his composure enough to look up. “Oh, I remember them singing that when I was young. I completely forgot the song until now, though I think back then they use to sing about the fledging falling to the ground or crashing into the Brigadier.” He said, remembering his youth and the way fledglings use to twist all the traditional songs to something either dirty or inappropriate. “ Do you remember Pluck a Feather? I think it was suppose to be Paint a feather, talking about Artisans, but we all use to sing about running about plucking feathers. How did the verses go….
Pluck a feather from Minder
Make them lay an egg
Pluck a feather from a dancer
Let them break a leg
I can hardly remember the verses now but – Oh!, how horrible fledglings are. How we all were. We use to twist all the songs. I think back then, we were free too. We all had yet to choose whom we would become and at that time, we were all little bards. Crafting songs.” He smiled at the memory and looked at Rosinweed. “Remember those songs. I think we use to sing it back then.” The three of them had. They where a troublemaking trio, who would wildly fly and go to places they weren’t suppose to. Lilly was adventurous, Rosinweed alive with so much energy, and he, the curious poet, even then. It was Rosinweed’s energy that drove them, Lilly’s bravery that made them do things they would never think of, and his own curious mind, free thinking thoughts that lead them do things that fledglings like them had never thought of doing before, or maybe that’s what they liked to believe back them. It seemed such a golden time, and it made his chest brim with that forgotten happiness of the past that whelmed up and hurt even more when looking at the present. How things had turned out.
Smiling, he looked back up at Fjord. “How long have you been singing? You certainly have skill. I’d have to practice every day for a season to remember one song. I’m use to singing once and then being done with it. You probably had a great teacher.”
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 7:26 pm
"Pluck a feather from a hunter
Watch him hit a tree
Pluck a feather from a bard
Make her sing off key...
Ah, memories!" Fjord chuckled softly. Sequoia still seemed troubled, Fjord could keenly detect that through their light banter.
"Horrible, horrible. Our lot was, too. It's been ages since I've heard that song. I might need to speak with the fledglings for a refresher." He bobbed his head with his words and smiled cheerfully. "Oh? Ah, a few seasons, now. Granny was my teacher for a good while, but I've not had any official instruction until the Brigadier Bards banded together." A few moments of silence seemed to pass as he finished his sentence. "How long have you been an artisan, may I ask? From what I have seen of your work, you have great skill."
Rosinweed listened quietly with her eartufts flat.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 11:37 am
“Oh, I know Granny. She’s a sweet dear. I miss her dearly. I should really pop in to say hello to her, in fact.” He said, smiling, turning to look at Rosinweed. “Remember Granny? Use to scold us for trying to hop on one foot on thin branches.” He said, smiling. He did not want Rosinweed to be too mute and would leave her openings as best he could.
“I learned to be a fledglings from Jasmine, a shadow artisan in the upper north. She was a great teacher and it was something I wanted to do from the start. Taught me everything I know. I’m glad that you’ve noticed my work. I really try hard, though I think it annoys my customers when I try and be a perfectionist. That or they don’t like my rambling.” He said, giving a guilty clap of his beak. “I should see her too. It’s been a long while.” He wondered if she was still alive. He wouldn’t know considering she had pretty much retired and gone in seclusion and her son, well, he wasn’t going to visit.
“I’ve only started to show a interest in the bards. Well, Char pulled my interest in. I was always a bit of a hummer and a poet, though not a good one, I'll admit.”
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 1:55 pm
"Oh... Yes. Remember... I remember her. Granny. Heh... Always scolding. Not fall, nope. Didn't want us to..." Rosinweed chimed in as Sequoia left her an opening.
"Mm, good old sentinel, she is. It's been a while since I've brought her anything." Fjord added with a brisk nod. "Your inks are lovely... Come the end of next moulting season I think I ought to see about going to you for a touch up." He gave an easy wink towards both Sequoia and Rosinweed.
"You know... If you continue to have interest... You don't necessarily have to go to the theater... That is, if you want to perform in the future? It's a good bit fun."
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:20 pm
"Oh, do stop." Sequoia said, gobbling up the praise with a curt smile. Turning, he spread out his wings, happy to display his work. "I think I spent too much time on other Sentinel's dyework than my own, though I was pleased with what came out. I usually experiment on my own just in case I mess up. At least I can live with my own mistakes. I don't think another Sentinel would like me trying new things on them though." he said, turning about to show off his work. "I'm often inspired by things around me. Flowers, the sky, the Swift River, and especially other creatuers. The amount of birds out there is lovely." Smiling, he closed his wings, puffing up a bit at showing off.
"I'd love to work on you." He said, tilting his body as he regarded Fjord fully from the side. "I've done a few bards and I always love their creativity when they come in and make suggestions. They are always fun to paint on." He said, smiling and standing up straight again.
Thinking of bards, he squeezed his pearch. "I.... don't really know about being a bard now. I was only convinced because Char told me I actually had some potentinal. He was very smooth as he talked and very convincing. He has a very pulling charisma. Still, afer ...recent events... I don't know if he was just lieing. I have a terirble speech difficulty that makes it hard for me to ... recite in public. I've only done so to Rosinweed here." He said, extending a wing and playfully preening on of her feather in appreciation for her being his only audience member ever. "She certainly is the best audience I can hope for." He said to Fjord, though was also made to regard his old friend.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:59 pm
Rosinweed fluffed up as Sequoia laid praise upon her. While she did not say so aloud, she was deeply touched by it and returned a brief preen.
"Ah... Char... He is a different one, but he does have a knack for finding talent. Despite recent events, it would not surprise me if your voice and poetry is just as good as your paints. Would it put you too much on the spot for you to recite something a bit later? It'd just be me'n miss Rosin, here?"
The bard lifted his eartufts as he studied Sequoia. He hoped he was not pushing him too far too fast. "I've known several bards who do not associate with the theater by choice, but they do well in the profession. You might could do just fine, I should think, even if just dabbling here and there."
"Mm, pretty voice. Nice words. Nice." Rosinweed tilted her head and gave Sequoia another brief and encouraging preen. Hopefully the birds would be back with berries soon. she did like those. As if reminded she turned her head to her own mus, Chaucer. "Fetch. Fetch. Juicy good. Mh? Berries. Go now, little mus." He nodded in response and shot off across the limbs of the tree.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 8:59 pm
His eartuffs lowered as he thought of this. His eyes went to Fjord and then moved to Rosinweed, who had sprinkled her praise as well as tousled a few feathers in encouragement. As much as he cared for Rosinweed, he couldn’t help but be skeptical of what a friend said of how good he was. Friends had a habit of bringing you up even if you sounded like a chirop with a hollow nut lodged in its throat. Still, it would only be between Rosinweed and Fjord. If anything, it would save him the small embarrassment of being in a larger public to find out how good he was and he did want to know, despite it all, if Char had been lying to him to get him to go to the CrownLeaf, or was actually telling the truth of his potential. He wished he still had that same brimming courage he had when Char first said he could be a bard, but it had been stamped on with the assumption that Char only wanted to tease him with a story.
“I suppose I could.. But I make no promises about it being any good. Most of my songs have to be done on the spot. I’m not use to remembering what I say. I’m … use to just coming up with things at the moment and, since I have no audience, forgetting them.” He admitted, thinking of this. Luckily it was the companion troupe that saved him just in time and he longed for something to rid the now deeper sense of emptiness in the pit of his stomach. Then again, eating before performing made him worry that he wouldn’t tense up and lurch out all he ate. That would certainly scare away Fjord and he was really liking the bard’s company. He was also very kind to Rosinweed, which instantly won him over in Sequoia’s books.
Basil looked irked as he landed, having assisted the other Parus in caring a little basket of berries and nuts. Fjord’s mus and Rosinweed’s Mus had come back with their own little lot and deposited it in the center next to the limp skurri. IT seemed they had had their own little nibbles as some had juice on them. Even Basil, usually to the letter, had a few guilty drops on him.
Eyeing Basil, who made a show of being innocent and unknowing, started to move back to get out of sight and not be noticed for eating. Still, it seemed that the companions were ready for their own extra snacks. “Thank you all. You did a good job.” He said, a firm believer of praising a job well done, even with companions.
“This certainly looked like a good meal.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 8:22 am
"Oooh, delicious!" Fjord hooted cheerily as he watched the guilty companions deposit their goods. It did look good and the sentinel had forgotten his own hunger in all of the stress and excitement. "Indeed, you all did very well!"
Perhaps Sequoia would not perform, but perhaps he would. Fjord did not want to push too much, nor did he expect that the pretty artisan would be flapping to tell a tale or song after his more recent experiences. "Well... If you decide that you would wish to tell, I can promise you that I will be honest. I'll leave knowing you out of the equation, if you would like."
Nettle, who's guilt was expressed in a few drops of berries on her cheeks, worried to Rosinweed's side, but peeped cheerfully.
Feather, on the other hand, sported his berry stained guilt with very little problem. Berry juice splattered his beak and chest feathers, but he did not seem to care about showing off what he had done. He lapped up the praise from the bard and the artisan eagerly. "Yeah? Yeah? Many good much eats!"
Rosinweed hooted softly, but greatfully, as her own little mus hurried a rather small pile of berries to her talons one at a time. She snapped one up in her beak and gobbled it down with an air of rushing, as if someone might decide to take them away. She knew they would go nowhere and that Sequoia would keep the other companions and the bard from doing anything wrong, but the suspicious feeling just did not want to die away.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 7:55 pm
((Sorry for being short. *Brain = dead*))
“Thank you. It would be good to have a fair answer.” He said, wondering just what he’d sing or say for that matter. Deciding that the rumbling that was quietly wagging war on him was not going to stop and now hungry now that his nerves weren’t twisting his gut, he stepped over to the dead skurri. Holding it, he looked at them both.
“So, who wants what? Heads? Tails? Or the middle? I have no preferences.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 6:31 am
Fjord's eartufts lifted a bit as he looked over the plump skurri. "Hnn... I'll take tails." He offered, so as to leave middles and heads for Sequoia and Rosinweed.
"Middles?" Rosin asked quietly. Her own stomach rumbled and at the thought of skurri, it was only worse. She had to admit, she was fond of the little delicacy.
OOC: xD Mine is short, too... -isshot-
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:29 pm
Sequoia nodded and went about dividing the skurri. It was always a messy task, especially since a skurri was something that was typically eaten by one Sentinel and not something that was divided, but Sequoia pulled it off with some form of clean decency. Dividing, he picked up the middle and set it as quickly as he could on the platform nearest Rosinweed, luckily without spilling out the contents. After which, he went for the tail end and picked it up, slowly moving. A creeping feeling started to worm it’s way into realization. The last time he ever shared food with anyone that wasn’t Rosinweed had been Amberlilly. He often caught food in his early years and pinned away with the ideas of giving his beloved food to eat. It seemed somewhat quirky now, considering it was a recently befriended bard. Still, it stuck in his mind.
Dropping the end by Fjord, he looked up slowly. “You… certainly were thoughtful with this. Thank you.” He said, fighting the compulsion to preen when his beak was bloody. Going over, he stood by his own meal. “Well, let’s dig in. We can see if I can work out a song afterwards.” He suddenly wanted to sing. It was the least he could do after this kind gesture.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 12:15 pm
Fjord wasted no time in downing his portion of the skurri. The bard certainly enjoyed his food and there was no pica to squabble with this time, as the dark feathered creature had made himself scarce after the berry mess.
"Perhaps so! Nothing better than a meal to raise the spirits/" He replied jovially as he lifted a berry playfully with his Will and popped it into his beak.
While he ate, he was searching his mind for some thing or another to say. Strangely, he found himself silent, although talk normally came to him easily.
Rosinweed eyed the bard as she devoured the middles, contents, fur, bones, with little difficulty. Sequoia seemed fine with him, and he was nice, but the reclusive wildtype would not let him pass all that easily. Though he was nice.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 7:40 pm
Sequoia was a slower eater and took his time to digest the head, noting the hard texture of skull an only a slight taste of meat (probably brain). As he ate, his glance darted back and forth between Fjord to Rosinweed and he found a silent that was niether tense nor comfortbly calm. After he was sure that he had swallowed his food down, he perked back up again. With so very little people visiting this place, it was always good to get as much conversation in the limited time they had.
"So, any preference to what I should sing? I always tend to do a subject. Anything can inspire me." He suggested, hoping to bring both of them in by brainstorming.
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