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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 10:13 pm
Roleplay Session, "Casala runs into Beldaran" (2/06/06)
It is never quiet for Casala. The little Pae'il is glad for this, crawling along a grassy path following after a tall woman in swirling, pretty skirts. The woman had said her wings were pretty, and Casala knew that it was polite manners to say thank you when someone said such a nice compliment. Particularly when the woman was so beautiful herself. She was looking for the lady who had called to her, weeks before. She had gone to the tree with the help of a few friends. She doesn't mind how cold their hands are when they lift her, or carry her about. She still hasn't had any luck yet. No one looked, or sounded like the lady. Yet this woman said she'd seen her, and trusting little Casala believed and followed.
The woman was so very fast. She didn't have to use her legs to move, not really, and that doesn't seem fair to Casala. She could get up onto her feet and move that way, but then she wouldn't be able to look down for pretty stones along the way. Oh, there was one now! She plucks up a flat and glittering black rock, stashing it away in the little pouch she has slung over one shoulder. She didn't know how to sew till she asked her friend Josephine how she did it. The old one's needles always go in and out of the quilt she never seems to finish. Josephine hadn't mentioned what happened when you pricked your fingers on the sharp thing, but then maybe Joesphine had forgotten about that detail by now. No matter, she had eventually gotten the bag finished, and now it was her greatest assest.
Oh dear... The lady has gotten far ahead. "Please wait, miss!" she calls after her, but the lady doesn't seem to realize she's there anymore. Casala sits down with a remorseful sigh, putting her newest find into her bag. Another dead end.
So.. Now what should she do? She looks up and around, watching people pass quietly while holding her half full pouch to her as if afraid to lose it. The voice that she heard that seemingly long ago day haunts her. She couldn't describe the feeling when she heard it beyond the fact that it sounded like someone who would accept her as she was. Someone who would love her. Her big blue eyes fill up with the tears brought on by a full month of searching, and not being one to quell her emotions she sniffles as they fall down her cheeks. She hugs her pouch with its treasures and hunches over into a sort of winged ball, giving up her search for the home that always beckons just beyond her reach, even if only for just a few minutes.
Courage is a fluttering thing. Like a butterfly, you cannot force it to stay with you, else you crush it. And so Casala waits for her courage to land upon her shoulder and choose to remain, uncurling to get to her feet and stretch out her arms wide. Her wings beat against the air, revitalizing themselves and her. They weren't yet big enough for her to fly with, but at least they were good for a few passing compliments, like the one the lady she'd followed this far had given.
Her eyes catch the flash of something across the path, and with the attention span of youth, she's immediately taken up with charging towards it to find out what it is.
In the time that Polgara has taken to get this far in her quest, and during the same time as the Pae'il is thinking about the counter incantation and how to break the incantation the Fae Narcissa has returned to the Fae Clearing in the Loka Nei Forest.
In her hand the self-same gem Polgara had traded her for the mirror for. There was one difference in the Fae's temperament... She was absolutely LIVID.
"WHERE IS SHE?!?" she bellows her voice reverberating off the forest surrounding her... Narcissa holds the gem in both hands above her. She raises into the air some closing her eyes and speaking in the Fae language she begins an incantation. Three beams of light come from the sky above and hit the gem and then reflect out in three separate directions soon returning to the gem and bringing with it the shrunken figures of Kaelin, Syannia and Victor. The 3 are unconscious, and sealed within the gem.
"Serves you right" Narcissa nods resolutely "I said something of beauty near equal to mine, you want to give me fake, I will take what is most precious to you!" And with that the Fae disappears back into her realm
Bel looks up to where her daughter had been moments earlier, having been listening to her talking. They both knew something was up with Pol, and now Bel was alone. "Syannia?" she calls, standing up and reaching out with her mind... feeling nothing.
Casala continues on towards the promise of something new to add to her collection, her feet only slowing down somewhat as she feels her insides lurch. She isn't sure what just happened, but it couldn't be good... Then she halts, blinking in the middle of the path as she realizes what's thrown her sense of self so off balance. It was quiet. Everyone around her had stopped speaking, the spirits looking up to the sky warily. She shivers, unsure of what to do in this silence. Luckily for her it doesn't last long, as the many spectres go back to their business after a minute or so. Still, she can't shake the feeling that something extroidinary just happened. She shrugs her shoulders and goes back to hunting down what caught her attention earlier, as standing still and pondering on something she had no clear definitions about wasn't going to get her far.
Bel steps out of her cottage, looking towards the HQ. "Syannia!" she cries, still recieivng no reply.
She's almost to what she's sure will be a promising additon to that already is in her patchwork bag when she hears a voice calling over the muttering din that often distracts her from such things. Someone was calling for someone else. 'Could it be her?' Casala asks herself with wide eyes, whatever was nestled in the grass forgotten as she takes off in the direction of the sound. "Please, please, please..." she sings softly as she runs.
Bel bites her lip. "Where is she? I dont understand. I should at least be able to find her mind..."
She winds around the crowds that only she can see, apologizing politely as she ducks under a woman's billowing skirts and runs onward without a hitch. The voice was softer now, and harder to follow, but her determination knows no bounds. After all these tiring days, maybe she'd at last find the owner of the voice! She adds on more speed, looking more like a grey streak on canvas that had royal blue splashed in as an afterthought by some artistic sprite than a young Pae'il dashing towards her place in the world.
She's going so fast, in fact, that even after she sees Bel in her way she can't bring herself to a stop. Recognizing at once that this is the source of the calling female voice as Bel talks to herself, she tries to put on her brakes, but to no avail. "Look ooooout!" she yelps, one arm hugging her bag to her while the other interposes itself between her face and the collison she's sure will follow.
Bel looks shocked, but a collison does not insue. Rather, using a skill she had learned at a young age, she whishes a couple feet to one side, literally disappearing from one place and reappearing in another in a matter of a moment. 'Are you ok young one?' she asks in the little Pae's mind, reaching out to stop the movement.
Casala wasn't prepared to be halted by any matter of course, even by well placed arms. She thuds into Bel's hands with what feels to the small Pae'il an impact similar to a star falling to earth, and for a moment she's half convinced that she's left a crater in whatever cut off her momentum. Out of breath and momentarily stunned, Casala stands stock still with her wings sticking straight out behind her. Bel's voice in her mind catches her in this state, but being so used to hearing random voices it doesn't phase her further.
Thinking that whomever stopped her spoke out loud, as now she can feel Bel's hands on her arm and shoulder where she caught her, Casala's sense of manners forces her to squeak out an, "I'm alright. Sorry," before sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
Bel smiles and nods, then crouches so she is closer to the Pae's hieght, her wings fluttering behind her. 'What is your name?' she asks softly, feeling the child's mind with her own.
Her name. Well, of course the pretty lady wanted to know her name. That was what most folk asked when meeting someone, right? She smiles, the expression full with the warmth and light only true innocence can provide as she says with pride, "My name is Casala."
It was the name the voice had given her. Reflecting on her name always brings back the memory of waking up for the first time in warm, loving arms, her hair being stroked by gentle hands that passed through her at some point or another. It never occured to her that such a thing might be considered odd, it simply was how things came to be.
She takes in another breath, releasing her tight hold on her satchel, which swings to rest at her side. She meets Bel's gaze directly, curiousity twinkling in their dark sapphire depths. "May I ask you your name, miss?" she asks as if attending a tea party, though she does forget to curtsy as Mrs. Joesphine had taught her.
She is obvilious to her mind being explored, having never undergone such a thing before. Her life is an open book to Bel's explorations, though the strongest image she will find is that of a dark blond haired woman with elven features holding Casala, then but a baby, in her ghostly arms.
"I am Beldaran, but you can call me Bel. I'm an Elder here." She smiles at the thoughts and scenes she sees in Casala's mind. This young Pae was obviously well cared for. "Are your guardians near, or are you alone?"
"I am pleased to meet you," she replies, then adding in the curtsy for full effect. An Elder? What was that? She'd talked to many of her friends, but the title of 'Elder' had never come up. She was about to ask what Bel meant by her being an Elder when she is asked the question that never fails to make her a bit sad, and sometimes defensive. "Oh, I'm not alone. I have a Guardian! She's really tall, and pretty, like you, and has these soft green eyes that see right through you, and..." She trails off when she realizes that she's rambling. Her cheeks turn a darker grey, her version of a blush, as she quietly adds, "I just haven't found her yet, is all."
"You haven't found her? Are you lost?" Bel looks up and around her, reaching her mind out to further corners of the island.
"Yes, that's right... I mean, no, I don't think I'm lost," she is quick to correct, a bit flustered at the situation. How could she put this so Bel would understand?
"I just need to find her body. She gave me this to track her by..." she digs into her satchel's contents, dragging out a length of her white silk sash so Bel can see it. Her sash is heavier than anything else she carries with her due to its weighted ends, but she's not about to leave it behind. The runes stitched along one side of it glint like black ink freshly poured on snow.
Bel looks at the sash and nods, "I see. Well, are you hungry? Do you want a snack to refresh yourself for your search?"
Well, at least this one didn't react like some others had when she'd tried to explain who she was looking for and how she was doing it. She beams a grateful smile up at Bel as her stomach gurgles hungerily at the thought of food. When had she last eaten? It seemed like ages ago. "A snack would be great!" she says brightly, not questioning why Bel wanted to share food with her while having just met her. To Casala, it makes perfect sense for someone who seems so nice and has such a pretty aura to offer her sustenance.
Then she remembers that she had been following Bel's voice to get this far, and wonders what this lady had been yelling. It had sounded like a name. She ventures a guess by asking, "Maybe after we eat I could help you find who you are looking for?"
Bel stands up once more, walking into the cottage. "If you wish to, and I share my food with you because I can," she says softly. "Come on, lets find you something... "
She obediantly walks after Bel at a polite distance of a few feet, tucking her sash away inside her satchel to keep it safe and out of sight. The last time she'd let it hang out of her bag someone had tried to take it. She doesn't know why, other than they likely cold and needed a scarf, and any scarf would do. The concept of stealing is very foreign to her, as the majority of those she'd met, spirit or otherwise, had only treated her with kindness.
She pauses at the door leading into the building before entering, looking around with wide eyes. She has never been inside something with four walls before, and isn't yet sure what to make of the experience.
'Be not afraid little one, come eat,' Bel says softly to Casala's mind, pulling out the makings for a sandwich. If Calasa were to look around she'd likely see photos of Bel's entire family littered about the room. Images of her lover, her children, and her siblings and parents line the walls.
Casala's reaction hadn't quite gotten to the point of fear. In fact, she's more astonished than anything. There were so many beautiful lights in this place! The pictures along the walls shine for her in the way a gem would when it catches the light just right, each having a bit of the aura of the last person who touched them and remembered something about the person the image held frozen for all time. The room is a rainbow of colors, and she stands with wide eyes, taking it all in. "This is where you live?" she asks, her voice announcing her wonder to the casual observer.
Bel's mental probing, which she still registers as Bel talking out loud since she hasn't looked up to see that Bel's lips aren't moving, reminds her to not be rude. She patters across the floor and comes to a halt at the table, peering at it curiously. She's heard of chairs like the ones she sees by it from her friends, but she's curious just how she is supposed to sit in one. They are so big!
There were chairs there for smaller Pae as well, as Bel is the only Elder living in the cottage for the moment. "Yes, and my mother before me as well," she says as she finishes and puts the snack in front of a chair meant for a smaller person. Hearing Casala's thoughts she then reaches down and helps her up.
She had been so busy staring at one of the bigger chairs that she hadn't noticed Bel reaching for her till she was being lifted up. She immediately relaxes in Bel's arms, her body arranging itself as guided once she is seated on the chair she had been looking at so intently. "Thank you," she says with a smile, wriggling her toes as they hang in midair. It had been strange to be held in solid arms for once, but she decides not to comment on it.
"Your mother before you, what?" she asks with a puzzled expression, not understanding what Bel is getting at. She then looks away from Bel to direct her smile to a young sapling spirit that has entered the side of the cottage and has started to walk by the edge of the table. "Excuse me, could you be so kind as to ... Ah, thank you!" she exclaims as the spirit slides her plate of food over to where she is seated, anticipating her needs. She waves as the sapling continues on its journey past the table and through the opposite wall it entered the cottage from.
'My mother lived here before my lover and myself. This cottage belonged to her and her guardian, but she's moved on to another home.' Beldaran smiles and sits down.
"Oh," she replies quietly, abashed. Well, what had she expected the woman to say? She considers the colors glowing on the framed pictures once more before picking up her sandwich and taking a healthy sized bite out of it, as if unafraid that she might not like it. It is food, that is all that matters to her stomach at the moment. She chews quickly and swallows, taking another large bite out of the two pieces of bread and whatever is crammed between. She continues this pattern of eager consumption till the sandwich is nothing more than a few crumbs on her plate and a smile upturning her lips. "Delicous, thank you," she says with a content sigh, leaning forward to rest her folded arms on the table, though she makes sure her elbows are sticking out to the sides to avoid contact with the smooth surface.
It's only then that she realizes that Bel's lips hadn't moved at all when she answered her. She blinks, surprised. "Ahm.. Miss Beldaran?"
'Yes, Casala?' Bel asks softly while moving to get the young Pae a glass of milk and a large cookie for desert, bringing it over and holding both as she stands by the table.
Casala is momentarily distracted by the sight of the milk and the cookie. Enthralled by the scent of the baked treat, her voice finds itself better used in the exclaimation of, "Ooo! That looks so yummy!" as opposed to what she'd really wanted to ask.
Bel smiles and puts the cookie down, and the glass as well. She peers through Casala's mind a little more, the young Pae intriguing her.
Casala gladly takes up the cookie and starts to chomp a huge bite out of it, only pausing when her teeth start to indent the treat. Then she slowly unclamps her jaws and takes a delicate little n** out of it instead, chewing daintily.
This young Pae's thoughts are currently centered around a lesson in food etiquette. Though her table is a smooth boulder, her plate a large leaf, and her utensils little more than whittled branches, her tutor treats her student as if she is at a grand function. The wispy gray of the tall woman, her faded curls piled up atop her head and secured with roses in a fashion now outdated, gives away the truth of the age she lived in.
Bel takes a seat as she watches the little girl enjoy her treat. She remembers back to the day when her own daughter was small. She kinda misses those days.
The cookie is savored, and thus takes a while for her to eat, especially with her taking such small nibbles out of it. She isn't quite sure what to make of the milk, and in her mind the question of just what the white stuff was doing in a glass becomes prominent.
'The milk is a drink, you might like it, Casala' she says softly in her mind, even though Casala did not voice her wonderment.
The youngling pauses in her latest nibbling of the cookie, sliding her surprised look over in Bel's direction. She wants to ask her previous question right now, but her manners make her chew and swallow before she voices her curiousity. "Miss Beldaran, how do you speak without moving your lips?"
"Casala.. I am a Pae'il Elder, and my power is Telepathy..." She returns to speaking with her mind, 'I can hear your thughts, as well as communicate with you in your mind.' She smiles.
"Telepathy?" she asks, setting what little is left of her cookie onto the plate and pattering her hands about in search of a napkin. "What is telepathy?"
'It's the ability to speak to another with one's mind,' she says, keeping it simple for the young Pae.
"Oooh... Um... What is that like?" she asks politely, reaching for the milk since no napkin is in sight, gripping the glass with both hands so she won't tip it over as she takes a small drink.
Bel had never really been asked that before. 'Whats it like? Well, I haven't really thought about that. I have been doing it since I was younger then you are now.'
Luckily, Casala's grip on the glass is tight enough that she doesn't drop it due to her surprise. She tips the container back so it is resting safely on the tabletop before she allows herself to blink. "Since you were a baby?" Her demeanor brightens a mere second later into a beaming countenance, "Just like me! Well, sort of."
'Yes, and my love can summon Pae to her. She just uses her will and pulls someone from one place to another.' Bel leans on the table.
"Love?" she inquires, her hands going to her lap like a proper young lady should, at least according to Mrs. Joesphine. "Your love is strong enough to summon the others to you?"
'No, my love, my mate, lover,' Bel says with a soft chuckle.
"Oh," she answers with a faint darkening of her cheeks. "Mrs. Joesphine said I shouldn't ask about such things till I'm older. That I wouldn't understand."
'Young Casala, one is never to young to understand if one tries,' she smiles and nods.
"Really?" Casala asks with a return of her previous bright smile. Her mind goes over a flurry of questions that she's always wanted the answers to. Like, why did the earth spirits dislike the air and water spirits so, and why didn't Mrs. Joesphine let her not wear the silly little dresses she found for her, and why was Miss Beldaran so tall? Why does love hurt, yet people want it so badly? How come she couldn't fly yet? Why do people leave so many things laying around and never come back for them? Didn't they know that precious treasures deserve respect? All of these wind around and around in her head, until she remembers what Bel had said. Quick as a wink, each individual thought is spun into the others till they all are wrapped up like a ball of yarn, then tucked away in the recesses of her brain. "Sorry, Miss Beldaran," she apologizes.
Bel chuckles, "It is all right to have curiousities, Casala, just don't let them rule you or your life, and you should be fine."
"Yes, ma'am," she replies with a respectful bow of her head, grabbing for the milk against and drinking the rest of it with care not to gulp the delicous liquid. She was going to have to figure out how to get more of this!
"Well, Casala, I have to figure out where my daughter disappeared to, though you are welcome to return for more visits in the future." Bel smiles and stands.
The little Pae doesn't realize that she's now sporting a milk mustache as she gently realigns the glass on the table, then hopping from her chair as her tiny wings flap to help steady her. "I'd like to go with you, if I may, Miss Beldaran? You filled my tummy, so it's the least I can do."
"If you'd like," Bel replies, reaching for the napkin that Casala missed and crouches beside the little Pae to wipe at her upper lip with a gentle smile.
Casala holds still as Bel wipes away the last traces of the milk the Pae had enjoyed thoroughly, having long endured bouts of Mrs. Joesphine trying to brush the Pae's hair back with a ghostly comb. Once Bel is done she hops side to side, excited. She would get to meet Miss Beldaran's daughter! The chance that they might not find her doesn't occur to Casala. After all, hadn't Miss Beldaran said to never let anything stop you, or something like that?
"Come, lets go look," she says, offering Casala a ride in her arms.
"Oh! Yes, let's!" she declares cheerfully, gladly scrambling into Bel's arms and getting comfortable for the journey. She sighs softly, her eyes going half lidded as she realizes how sleepy she's become due to the food she'd eaten. She stays awake with effort.
Bel smiles, standing up and walking from the house. It was time to go out and attempt to find her daughter.
Whether they find Beldaran's daughter or not, Casala tries to make herself useful by asking all they pass to see if they've seen a girl of the description that Beldaran provides. She asks everyone and anyone, including the spirits of the elements. Till the journey's end, the little Pae'il fights to stay awake and keep asking questions.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 2:56 am
2/06/06
Mrs. Joesphine says that it is proper for a young woman to keep a journal, and to write down things that go on during her day. I'm not so good at this writing thing yet, but she promises that I will get better with practice.
What should I write about? Well, I redid my bed today with dried leaves the trees' guardians gave me. Some of them didn't want to talk, but that's okay. Mrs. Joesphine gave me a pretty lacey thing she called a shawl. She said it belonged to her daughter, and that I should have it. She didn't say anything about her daughter. Should I ask? I don't know, because it might be considered rude.
Oh! I met a really nice Pae'il today! Her name is Miss Beldaran, and she gave me a sandwich, and a cookie, and this tasty stuff called milk! It was wonderful not having to scavage for food today, and I think I made a friend. i couldn't help her find her daughter, though we really tried. I feel bad about that. Maybe her daughter will come back on her own? I hope so.
I'm still looking for my mother, but I will find her. I promise I won't stop till I do. It's hard not having her here, but Mrs. Joesphine takes care of me, and so does Veron. I'm very lucky to have them, and to have my home.
Should I end this now? I guess so.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 4:27 am
2/08/06
I found my family! Though, they kind of found me, but that doesn't matter. I'm not alone now! I found them, found them, found them!
Eirnae says that she was worried about me, but knew that my sash would keep me safe. She can't see Mrs. Joesphine, but believed me when I said I could. Mrs. Joesphine says that Eirnae doesn't act like a proper lady. She wears pants too much, and uses bad grammar, and carries weapons. Yet Mrs. Joesphine also says that she's a good person, and that I can trust her. Confusing. I love Eirnae anyway. Without her, I wouldn't be alive.
Eirnae brought two people with her when she came looking for me, though one isn't quite a person. Well, sort of. Shina has wings, and is tall, and pretty, and carries a really big staff! She said she'd be glad to visit me again. The other one, Alimus, can be anything. Can he do anything? I don't know. He's nice, but there's something about him that is funny. I'm not sure what yet.
Eirnae brought me lots of nice things, too! She said that she knew she'd find me, and that she also knew I'd like these things. Shina gave me a globe with a flower inside that she said would never die. Is that possible, for something to never die? That's kind of sad, really. The poor thing will never again be with its family.
Oh! I found a new friend today, too! Her name is Mirim, and she's a fairy from Gaia. She found Eirnae, and through her, me! She's going to stay here, and make a home in the wildflowers by the temple. It will be nice to have someone else to help with things here.
Eirnae, Shina, and Alimus helped me move the stones of my home today, too. We cleared a lot of the floor, and started on fixing the ceiling so I won't get rained on so much. They helped me make what Shina called a shrine in the middle of the temple. I put the candles Eirnae gave me around the orb, and devoted it to the Guardians as well as the Elements. The others here told me about them, the Elements I mean. I don't know much, but I feel that they should be honored here, in this place surrounded by their influence. Oo! I got that word right! At least, Mrs. Joesphine says so. Influence. Influence.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:24 am
2/11/06
Things change so quickly around here, and for the good, I hope. Mirim discovered something by the temple, and I went with her to go and see it. We got stopped on the way by something big, and tall, and scary! But I couldn't let Mirim go through all by herself. She would, too, if I didn't go with her, so I did. Big and Scary said that we can't go through, cause things weren't allowed. I said that we weren't things, we were people, so it would be okay. Suddenly the big thing wasn't so big anymore, or so scary, and asked how I could understand it. That is how we met Sumlian. It's spelled that way, but said like this: Sum-lee-an. Sumlian isn't scary at all, he just wasn't sure of us at first. Mirim got settled in a tall tree with a hole over one of its biggest branches while I talked to him. Sumlian seemed lonely, so I promised to come back and visit soon. That cheered him up a bit. Sumlian guards this really pretty place I call the glen, with a little waterfall that spills into Sumlian's lake. There are lots of flowers everywhere, with soft grass that goes up to my knees, and Mirim's tree is a cherry tree, just like the ones the others described to me. I'm glad that Mirim has found herself a nice place to live, and that I got to meet Sumlian. The lake looks like it would be great for bathing, too, cause the water was fresh, not salty.
I got a little sister today! Eirnae came back this morning, and she brought a new Pae with her. She's very orange, and talks even more than Mirim does, which is a lot. I don't mind, though, cause she hugged me right away and said that we'd become best friends. She's as tall as I am, but Eirnae says that I'm older because I was born first, or something like that. Eirnae told me that she found my new sister just outside the manor, in some kind of basket. I didn't know that the Guardians can weave baskets, but I guess they can do anything they want? Oh, and I forgot to write her name down. It's Friend, and she has this pattern of two flowers on her belly, and a little heart shaped nose that she likes to crinkle up when she smiles. I don't know that much about being a big sister yet, but I hope to learn. Shina has promised to teach me what she knows about it. Oh, I have to go! We're working on the temple's roof some more. Eirnae said that she doesn't want it leaking onto the pillows I've made so far, and I really don't want them to get ruined either. I pricked my fingers while making the ones I have enough to not want to have to replace them till I get better at sewing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:50 pm
Cass's reaction to [PRP] They call this meditation?
2/15/06
I'm not quite sure how to put this into words, but I'll try. I grew, and the world is suddenly a lot smaller and somewhat more managable, and yet full of even more voices. They come to me even more often now, seeking advise or just needing a friendly ear. They really don't have anywhere else they can go, so I don't send them away. Some have stayed and made the temple their home. I've found that even after death we don't like being alone.
I've gotten off track, I see. Let me fix that. I was in the forest, trying to figure out how to do the meditation that Shina told me about, and I wasn't doing very well, either. I'll try again now that my legs are longer after I write this. Anyway, I met a then tall Pae'il with a tail and leathery wings. She also had a very long snake that was was wrapped around her shoulders like Eirnae winds a scarf. I'd seen the snake before, and she's a true beauty, so I was glad for another chance to admire her. Bellatrix, the Pae I mentioned, outshone the snake's looks by spades, though. I've never seen a Pae'il as dark a green as her, or with her color of eyes. She must be the demonic type of Pae. I'm an angelic, or so Mrs. Joesphine has told me. I know about the demon type because of the statues just inside the entrance I use to get into the covered portion of the temple. Both are female, and one has a tail and wings just like Bellatrix's. Before I get carried away again, I also met a friend of hers, named Snakey. He's the same kind of snake as the female that Bellatrix had wrapped around her shoulders, or at least I think so.
I won't write about everything that happened, as I really need to get working on the temple's flooring. Friend and I are rebuffing tiles today, and starting on a new section with some pieces my friends recovered for me. One of the things that was noteworthy was that Bellatrix, Veron, and I got to watch a Yaaraean ritual, that of the Serpent Clan. The Yaaraea are the elder spirits that watch over all of us, though they usually stay true to their individual clans. I had heard of them, but never spoken to one directly, until then. I wanted Bellatrix to be able to understand what was going on, so I tried to reach into myself and and share my awareness with her. I wasn't sure if it worked, even as I felt weaker and weaker, and then the world went black. Veron has told me since that my body changed while I was unconcious, and that my aura was like the night sky with all its stars ringed by moonbeams and rainbows. Sometimes Veron can make me blush with such poetic descriptions. I certainly got taller, though, and my hair grew out to be a lot like Eirnae's in length, all which I'm very happy about. Now I have the strength to do so much more, and I have discovered a new talent to share my gift of being able to see and hear spirits with others!
The Yaaraea assigned the Yaaraer that was brought into being by the ritual to watch over Bellatrix. She named him Casey, and I think she did so after me. I'm not sure how to deal with a Yaaraer being named after me, but I feel it is a great honor. As I'd invited her to visit my temple and we'd gotten sidetracked by the ceremony on the way, I decided to share the existance of the glen with her and Casey. Sumlian accepted them, much to my relief, though I don't think he could have turned Casey away even if he wanted to. From there, I took them here, to the temple. Bellatrix seemed quite taken with it, though sad at the state of the stonework. I've tried to patch this place up as best I can, but that's because I know the feeling I saw in her eyes. For a moment, she was picturing what the temple must have looked like when it was first built, and it's that image I keep inside my head that motivates me. I'm glad I'm not the only one who can see it. I'm sure that has something to do with this feeling of friendship I have towards Bellatrix. I sense we are on two very different paths, but somehow they crossed and left something of each of ours on the other's road. She spent the night, along with Casey and Snakey, and said she'd like to help with the temple in the future. I'm looking forward to having her and the others around.
Oh, and before I forget, Bellatrix was really taken with the dark jade statue of the dancing serpent. I wasn't sure quite where to put it after finishing its repairs, but now I think I have a great idea of where it's true home was meant to be. I hope Bellatrix has room at her place for it. Of course, I need to find a way to move it without damaging it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 11:54 am
"Growing Up = Piercings?" (2/16/06)
Eirnae is still smoothing out errant waves of her hair as she approaches the front of the temple, and is about ready to give up the ghost and start braiding the whole mess to deal with it later. Something about being blown up to the isle by a shaft of air didn't agree with her fine yet thick hair, it being hard enough to keep unknotted as per normal without a gust of wind worse than most storms she's been in encouraging its strands to twist up further. With her right hand occupied in an attempt to unweave a newly discovered knot, and her left holding little Friend's hand to keep the energetic Care Pae from skipping off, Eirnae seems quite preoccupied. The billowing black scarf that flaps behind her like a flag in the breeze doesn't detract much from this image, especially with the tangle job it's doing to her hair despite her fingers hastened efforts.
"Nae! Naa-aaae! Lookit the bird!" Friend squeals, hugging her Care Bear, which she has long since dubbed Reine, closer to her chest, "Isn't it pretty?"
Fighting back the urge to keep walking and find some much longed for shade inside the temple, Eirnae forces herself to stop and look up to peer into the branches of a nearby tree. A delicate trill of birdsong rewards her for her efforts as she spots a type of brightly feathered bird she's never seen before coming to the isle. "Yes, little one, it is very pretty," she agrees, bending down automatically to grasp the small Pae around the waist and lift Friend up so she can better admire the colorful creature.
"Hullo," Friend whispers, knowing from past tries that birds are nervous creatures that fly off if you talk loudly. A tiny orange hand waves a greeting to the blue, red, and orange bird, and Friend is delighted when she gets a soft and inquiring 'Chirrup?' in response. "She likes me!" she cheers, then almost drops Reine when she clamps her hands over her mouth. Soon the sound of quickly flapping wings is met by the much more pitiful accompaniment of a child's sniffles of disappointment. "She flew away..." Friend whimpers, feeling foolish, "I talked too loud."
"Shhh.." Eirnae soothes in the way that many a mother does for their young, with a soft sound and a caring hug. She gets her body back in motion to start up the marble steps, both arms now busy cradling Friend to her chest, a scarved cheek pressed against one of Friend's orange ones. "You know your mistake, my dear, and you'll remember to not do it again next time. Right?"
"Uh huh," Friend mumbles with a sigh, grabbing for some of Eirnae's hair and tucking the dark blue streaked blond up so she can use it for a pillow. Sure, she'll remember, but it's not the same as making friends with that bird today. Why did she have to get so loud all the time?
"Casala!" Eirnae calls as she reaches the top of the stairs and heads for the arch that leads into Casala's living space. "I have a few things to show you to.. Oof!"
Casala has no idea how she ran towards Eirnae's voice that fast, but it doesn't matter. Now Eirnae can see how big she's gotten! The Pae'il teen has her arms wrapped around Eirnae's waist, her cheek pressed up against the elven woman's stomach as she hugs Eirnae with all of her might. She wants to tell Eirnae all about Bellatrix, and Snakey, and Casey, and her plans for the future, and isn't it great how she's bigger now, and... but it all comes out fast, and strange, and disjointed. Not to mention that she brings up the point farthest from her mind in her excitement, "I-outgrew-all-of-my-clothes-but-Mrs. Joesphine-is-showing-me-how-to-make-more, and..."
"Cass silly!" Friend giggles as Eirnae tries to make sense of what Casala is saying. "Cassie, I can't understand you, dear. Slow down... Wait." Shuffling forward, and greatly amused at how Casala's back shuffles to keep up, the odd trio get inside the temple proper before Eirnae swings to the side and tips over, landing on her back onto a pile of pillows and tossing up Friend in near the same moment.
"Wheee! I'm flying!" Friend cheers, tossing up her arms as her little wings flap behind her. She's not in the air for long, as both Eirnae and Casala catch the giggling Care Pae on her way down. At that point, things dissolve into a mass of hugs and questions, most of which concern Casala's growth spurt, with all three propped up on the cushions and chatting away as if at a slumber party.
"So you made a new friend, then?" Eirnae asks after the subject of Bellatrix came up, "And she stayed here last night?"
"Yes, and said she wanted to help me with a whole bunch of things, like the temple, and maybe training. Oh! I'm big enough to start training now, right?" Casala is quick to add.
Eirnae goes over her schedule in her head. Getting the family together once a week for training en masse had been a challenge, and now she finds her days full of trying to keep up with all she wants to do with her children. Alone time with Lenore is usually her way of relaxing, and those last few dates were real gems... Gah! Losing train of thought! "I don't see why not, Cass, though we'll have to determine what you'll star.."
"My sash, please!" Casala interjects with a grin, then blushes faintly and ducks her head. "Ah.. sorry. I didn't mean to interupt."
Eirnae shakes her head while waggling a finger, not able to peel the smile from her face in time to look stern. "I'll leave it to Mrs. Joesphine to scold you for that. As I was saying, we'll have to determine what you'll start with. The sash is a bit advanced, it being a combination weapon. Plus, there's the fact that I've never used one before in my life." She chuckles, then shrugs her shoulders, "We'll work around that. Now, before we get too swept up in conversation again, let's get out the presents I have for you."
"Presents?" Casala asks curiously as Friend hops closer, clutching onto a pillow and riding it like a hobby horse. Rua, Friend's star, floats closer too, as if wanting to help reveal the gifts with her golden glow.
"Yes, presents," Eirnae repeats as she rights herself on her pile of silky goodness, almost slipping about midway. Once sitting up, she fetches three bracelets from inside a pouch on her belt, along with three silver ear studs. "I was going to show these to you now, then give them to you when you got older, but it seems my timing was better off than expected."
"Oooh.." Casala murmurs, plucking up the smooth bracelet formed from diamonds to admire it, tilting it this way and that in a beam of sunshine that filters through a crack in the temple's roof. "You made these, mother?"
"Yes, dear one, I made them. For you, in fact," she teases with a light tap where Casala's nose would be if she had one. Strange, that. Eirnae can't remember ever wondering how Casala can breathe without one before now. "Care to appease your mother's 'crafter anxiety' and try them on?"
"Oh.. Oh! Yes, certainly!" Casala says with a grin as she gathers up the three bracelets and slips them on. She pokes at the side of one when they start to float around her forearm as if by magic. "Are they supposed to do that?"
"Mm?" Eirnae looks up from where she was fiddling with the ear studs, then chuckles at the puzzled expression on her two Pae's faces. "Yes, loves, they are. It's to prevent chafing of any sort, and you have to admit that it lends a certain air of 'mystery'."
"Mystery.. got it," Casala remarks while stretching out her arms to admire how her new bracelets sparkle. "I love them, mother. Thank you!" A new hug, one that the bracelets' magic swivels them for. "That you made them makes them all the more special!"
Eirnae barely manages to save the silver studs from sliding to the floor with a cupped hand, the other arm returning Casala's hug as she kisses her teen Pae's forehead. "You're welcome, Cassie... Mm?" She turns her head to look down at Friend, who just lightly poked Eirnae on the side. "Nae? When can I have sparklies, too?"
"Ah.." Well, shoot. "Soon, little one. I'll see what I can do, okay?" she promises, bending over to kiss Friend's cheek, to which the Care Pae crinkles up her nose cutely.
Casala tickles Friend's tummy once she's extracted herself from the hug, and as Friend squeals with laughter, and Eirnae palms the earrings and lifts them up to start holding them against one of Casala's ears testingly, Casala gets an idea. "Mother, could I have my wings pierced instead of my ears?"
Blink. Did she hear her right, or was Friend's giggles messing with her ear drums? "Your wings, Cass? Are you sure? Won't that interfere with your flying?"
"Oh no! At least, I don't think so. Bellatrix has hers pierced, and it doesn't seem to give her any trouble." She blithely leaves out that she's never seen Bellatrix fly, but does it matter? She's sure it won't be a problem.
"Well... I have seen other Pae with their wings pierced, so I suppose it shouldn't be a problem. I don't know how doing so will feel, as I don't have wings myself. We'll just treat it like piercing ears for now."
"When can we start?" Casala asks cheerfully, ignoring the mentioning of pain. It can't be that bad, right?
"Cass brave," Friend comments with round eyes, hudding Reine to her tightly. Maybe she doesn't want shinies now, not if it involves something that hurts.
"I did bring my piercing equipment with me, though it wasn't your wings I planned on piercing. No matter. Over here, Cass..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 12:11 pm
2/16/06
Did Bellatrix hurt this much when she got her wings pierced? I don't know if I want to ask. Eirnae tried to be gentle, but she said that she'd never pierced wings before. I think she did a good job, especially with that fact in mind. Though for now I'm disinclined to move much. I've never felt so lazy in my life, but these pillows seem to be hypnotic today, and my wings really don't want to be moved.
Thank the Guardians for Veron and Rua. They are keeping Friend busy with a game of tag while I lay here like a bump on a log. Well, a bump that writes in a journal. I'll see what I can get done while laying here on my stomach, because I hate to let time slip by without filling it with something. Maybe I can work on my sewing, since my old clothing is now way too small for me. I did want to make some more pillows, too.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 1:43 pm
Cass's reaction to [PRP] Want to spar?
2/20/06
Just a few notes before I head into bed, because most of today was taken up with a really long hike to and from Bellatrix's cave. Friend is already fast asleep in her corner, all wrapped up in the blanket Mrs. Joesphine helped me make for her. She's really a very sweet little girl, and well behaved. She didn't complain even once on the way to Bellatrix's, and not on the way back, either. I think the latter might have something to do with her being excited to see Eirnae in the morning, but I'm still very proud of her. Silly, isn't it, me calling her a little girl when I only just grew a short while ago? Still, I've always been her big sister, so I guess I shouldn't be so surprised that I'm mothering her like I have been. She left Reine at home during our trip to the cave, and now she's got him and wrapped up in her arms as if afraid he'll try to escape while she sleeps. Very cute, indeed. I wonder if I was like that when I was that small?
Anyway, back to business. Bellatrix was stunned when we arrived with the statue she admired during her last visit. That's the first time I've ever seen her at loss for words. No, wait... the second time. The first was when she met the Yaaraea. She has a little brother who is also a Care Pae, by the way. His name is Bedtime, and I think him and Friend wil bond rather quickly. They ran up to his room upstairs rather fast, leaving me with Krah and Uil, two of my air elemental friends, to move the jade serpent into place. I'm absolutely tickled that she loves the statue, and I know that it has a safe home with her.
I don't think I mentioned the connection between Bellatrix's caretaker and mine before, did I? Eirnae is her caretaker's fiance'! I know, ironic, isn't it? I haven't met Lenore yet, that's Eirnae's fiance', but from what Eirnae's said of her I think I'd like her. She sounds beautiful, with her light green hair, serpentine amber eyes, and really pale skin. Eirnae says that she even knows magic, and can cast all sorts of spells. Bellatrix told me that Lenore is responsible for the design of the inside of her cave. She certainly has good taste, if a bit fancy. Who knew magic could do all that? Oh, and I mentioned their connection because Bellatrix served me some of Eirnae's herbal teas, and the thought of that reminded me.
I got an answer about the possibility of me learning the language that Bellatrix uses to communicate to the snakes of the isle. She said that it is possible to teach, or at least Lenore seems to think so, so she's willing to tutor me in it. We start very soon, probably with me learning the 'Flame and the Void' technique on the same days. Speaking of which, I met an angelic Pae called Signis, who seems to have marked Bellatrix as his as Eirnae and Lenore have each other. I really don't know what to make of that, as from what I understand they've only know one another for a few weeks. Is that normal? Eirnae told me that she and Lenore didn't get serious for months, and that they were friends before that. Maybe I shouldn't be so concerned, but I don't want to see Bellatrix hurt. She's my first real Pae'il friend, after all. They argue a lot, and I don't know what to make of that either. I don't remember Eirnae talking about her and Lenore arguing that much. As Signis is Bellatrix's teacher in the physical arts, and now he's accepted me as one as well, I will be seeing more of him in the future. Maybe I'll be able to figure out my feelings over the situation in time. I hope so.
On the subject of feelings, I'm making this my last paragraph for the night. I asked Bellatrix about kissing, and she showed me by kissing me really softly. I got all tingly in places I didn't know could tingle, and just the thought of it makes my insides squirm. I don't think I'm supposed to feel that way towards a friend, especially one that I don't see myself being with like Eirnae is with Lenore. Bellatrix said that it was normal, but I'm not so sure. Maybe I should kiss someone else to be certain? But who? I don't know any other Pae'il that I would feel comfortable kissing, at least not yet. I'll just have to wait.
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 2:05 pm
Roleplay Session, "A Walk on the Beach" (02/27/06)
Cabel stretched, finding himself on the beach now. He was still amused by his growth just recently. Not yet an adult, but certainly not a child anymore, he was rapidly getting used to his new form. He chuckled, having lost his more childish giggle at last, and attempted a spontaneous cartwheel across the sand. Okay, not quite disasterous, but definitely awkward. He kept smiling as he crossed the sands, moving towards a group of Paes that reminded him of his grandma, Ivy. Perhaps they were Elders as well then? He waved, just in case any of them had seen him so they wouldn't think him rude, though he didn't want to interrupt anything.
Pol turned her head and watched the youth. She waved her free hand and sipped her Cola, squinting her eyes against the glare of the sun. "Sunglasses..." Pol said holding out her free hand. She looked at the ugly pair of thick rimmed glasses. She shuddered and tossed them on the sand. "Sunglasses..." She said again... This time a slightly better pair, but still shudder worthy. She grumped and tossed them aside. She took a deep breath and did it again.
It took her five tries to get a pair of sunglasses she liked, and she popped them on her face with a smile, feeling quite content that she looked as good as she could all things considered.
Cabel smiled as one of the Elders seemed to notice him. Err...sorta' at least. He watched curiously as she seemed to summon items from nowhere, finally placing a pair of glasses on her face that shielded her eyes from the sun. Or so he guessed. He'd never seen anything like them before. Still not wanting to be rude, he headed down to the water's edge, sitting in the sand and casually crossing his ankles, feet resting in the cool water.
"Hey, you, Kid!" Pol waved a moment at the other pae with a smile again. "You want something to drink?" She asked, pointing at the can near her resting in the sand of the diet cola. She wasn't going to drink it and she might as well see if this child wanted it... Not to meantion, he was kinda cute, in that young, jailbait sorta way.
Cabel looked up, reaching up and brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. Darn hair seemed so long now, as if it wasn't before. She was talking to him, right? With a quick furtive glance around, he made sure there was no one else he hadn't noticed. Nope. No one else. Well, it was sorta' warm out here...
He smiled, climbing to his feet and heading over. "Sure," he answered, still getting used to this new height. Dropping down in the sand nearby, he picked up the can, looking at it strangely for a moment before taking a sip. Wow...that was certainly different from the water he was used to! He blinked for a minute as the carbonation made his eyes start to water, then laughed, wiping his eyes. "Thank you, miss," he answered politely, nodding with a smile.
Polgara giggled and rolled onto her side. "Please, call me Pol!" She smiled and watched him through the dark lenses of her glasses, as she reclined on her side, her elbow on the towel as she held her head in her hand. She smiled a bit playfully and wiggled her toes a bit streching her legs a little. "To be honest I really don't like that kind, and It would be a shame to waste it..." Truth be told though, she would have left it there, along with the other four pair of glasses she had laying about in the sand around her. "So, since you know my name, what is yours?"
Cabel nodded apologetically. "I'm sorry, Pol. My name is Cabel. It's very nice to meet you." He smiled, polite as always, though he seemed to have lost quite a bit of the childish behavior that he'd carried for so long. And rather quickly. He raised one knee, resting his arm on it as he looked at Pol for a moment before speaking again. "You're...an Elder, aren't you?"
"Yes Cabel I am..." Pol smiled sweetly at the boy as she let herself sit up. "Most of my family is now-a-days to tell the truth..." She giggled and shook her head. "All save my dirty old man of an older brother, but he's not really something to talk about..." She covered her mouth with her free hand to still her giggles, and then sipped at her Cola. "I am the High Summoner, I can summon anything that I need or desire, even the messanger of the Guardians herself, but only if the need is dire... But that is only my job, and it does not define who I am, so I am simply Pol, housewife and mother," She smiled warmly at Cabel.
Cabel's eyes widened with each word, only growing more and more impressed with each word. She could summon anything? Anything? Wow... He nodded, trying to absorb all this. "That's...amazing," he finally muttered, shaking his head. "I've only met one Elder...my grandma...she just completed her quest, but I didn't have time to ask about her power. Do you know her? Her name is Ivy." He looked curious. Did all the Elders know each other?
Ivy... Ivy... IVY!
Pol smiled and nodded her head. "I know Ivy..." She giggled a bit. "She is my nephew's wife, a very kind woman, she is your grandmother? Hmmm... Then that must mean that you are one of my nephew's children's child?" She smiled warmly and took another sip of her cola, as she watched Cabel. "My, my, much has happened since I last visted..."
Cabel paused. He was old enough to know that Takeko and Aspen weren't his REAL parents. Neither of them were Fae and plus...he didn't remember being a baby or anything. He just...was. And then there was glomping Kane. He chuckled softly at the memory. "Err, well, that's not exactly the case. See, they're not REALLY my parents, but I don't have anyone else and they took me in and..." he trailed off. Did he even HAVE real parents? He shook his head, continuing after a pause. "They did just have twins of their own though."
Pol smiled. "You silly, they are still your paren'ts even if they only took you in..." She smiled softly and sighed a bit. "I have a son who is not of my flesh and blood..." She looked away for a moment and took a long drink of her soda. "He... He grew up very fast though..." She sighed a bit. "Near about broke my heart in two, I don't see him often, he's an Elder too... He got his dream, and for that I am happy for him..."
Cabel frowned, reaching out instinctively to touch her arm. "I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He hated seeing others in pain. It tore him apart inside. He tried to pull his hand away, but realized that he couldn't for some reason. Panicking slightly, he tried to cover by leaving his hand where it was, hoping she didn't mind. What in all of Telrunya was going on?
Pol smiled softly at shook her head. "No Cabel, you didn't upset me, twas only memories of the past..." She waved the hand with her cola and tried to move her other, noting his hand was... Attached. She looked at it oddly for a moment. "Now this is... interesting..."
Cabel blushed deeply, still unable to move his hand. "I...I'm sorry! I don't know...what's happening exactly...this is the second time something like this has happened, and I..." He stammered, only getting more flustered and embarrassed, not noticing this was only causing him to get more completely stuck. Oh Guardians, there IS something wrong with me...I'm a freak...
Pol smiled softly and put her Cola down and taking a risk, put her other hand on top of his. "Shhh... Calm down and breath, I'm not saying this is bad, I'm just saying it's odd... I'd say it's just your power coming into it's stride, nothing to apologize for you just need to learn to control it... Trust me, I've had my share of problems too... Still do..." She said motioning wiht her head at the four other pairs of glasses.
Cabel hand trembled slightly as Pol spoke. His power? This was his power at work? What sort of power was this? He listened, nodding carefully as he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. "Even you have problems, then?" he asked, trying to distract himself a little. It was a reassuring thought though. He didn't even notice that his hand was beginning to free itself as he calmed.
Pol smiled. "That drink I gave you was one of my now many mistakes..." She giggled a bit. "I hate diet sodas..." She said with a light nod of her head. "And it took me five tries to get these wonderful glasses..." She giggled some more. "We all make mistakes, nobody is perfect, not even us Elders..." Or at least, that's how she saw things. She was just learning the ins and outs of her power really, and she knew now that she'd have to be monster specific if she wanted something. As Cabel's hand started to pry from hers she smiled. "See, You're slowly learning control..."
Cabel had been listening carefully and not paying attention. He looked down with relief and sighed, still concentrating on relaxing and growing calm. As long as he didn't get anxious or upset again, maybe he'd be okay. This was going to be 'fun." Finally able to remove his hand from Pol's arm, he chuckled nervously. "Thanks." Patting her arm hesitantly, he pulled away quickly...just in case.
Pol smiled and nodded her head. "See, there..." She giggled a little and finished up her Cola, crushing the can and placing it in the sand beside her towel, watching Cabel again. "You'll get the hang of it, just give yourself time," She smiled brightly at him.
Cabel nodded, trying to smile as he drew up his knees and wrapped his arms around them. Wait...he couldn't get stuck to himself, could he? Oh, this was going to be great to deal with... "Thanks. I sure hope so. This could be troublesome if not." He thought back to when he was a child and used to glomp everyone in sight. Unable to help laughing at the thought, she shook his head with amusement. At least he hadn't gotten stuck to Kane.
Pol smiled. "I'm sure you will figure it out!" She clapped her hands together a bit and giggled. "It surely is an interesting power..." She pulled her hands apart. "Beer..." She said in a different tone, a command of sorts, off hand. With a light pop a can of beer appeared in her hand, and she popped the top, then slid her glasses up onto the top of her head, and sipped at the beer. "You want one or are you still working on the other?" She pointed at the diet Cola can nearby.
Yeah... She really didn't have a grasp on underage drinking.
Cabel picked up the can and finished off the soda with a long, slow tilt of his head. Crushing the can in one hand, he dropped it in the sand with a smirk. "I am now," he chuckled, feeling a little better. He stretched out one leg, leaning back on his hands and digging his toes into the warm sand. It was really nice out here, if warm, but the drink helped that. Another sounded good about now. 'Course, he figured if it came in a can, it was just another soda. He had no idea the number of things that could be served in cans...
"Beer," Pol again commanded, this time the can appearing in her other empty hand. She smiled and tossed it at Cabel. "Catch!" She giggled at him with a grin as she took another slow sip of hers.
Little did she know what sort of hell she was about to put that poor boy through.
Though, in all honesty, if she had, she probably would have offered it anyway, Pol was a playfull sort of girl, and though she did not delight in seeing others suffer, she would not deny anyone something if they wanted it.
Well... To a certain extent!
Casala has found that a walk is a marvelous method for clearing one's head, especially when one has found recent thoughts to be unnerving. After having a loooong talk to Eirnae about the meaning of a kiss, and realizing that she'd gotten her first one from a female Pae she considers a good friend, and will never think of in that fashion, she's very much confused. Isn't a first kiss supposed to be romantic in nature? Hers wasn't at all...
She doesn't pay attention to where she is going, though she does look up and wave to those she knows as she spots them, only to get lost in her thoughts once more. Veron flutter its wings atop her head, the Guardian's body of light nestled in her hair.
Pol turned her head for a moment and smiled, seeing another young person coming up the beach. She waved and smiled. "Hey! Over here!" She giggled a bit, waving her arm.
This one too was cute in that jailbait fashion as well! She giggled a bit and stayed in her comfortable position of half sitting half leaning back.
Cabel grinned, catching the can swiftly. Definitely much less clumsy than he'd been as a child...though he'd never have been able to match up to Kane's natural agility anyway.
He popped the top a little awkwardly, as this was his first time with something like this, and tilted his head back for a good long drink. He doubled over quickly, coughing and sputtering in surprise. That was SO not the same as what he'd just had! He eyed the can warily, eyes darting to Pol and watching her drink before he tried again. He took it slower this time and managed to get it down without making a scene. Wow...that was some...'interesting' stuff. That was the only word he could come up with right now. He didn't want to insult her though, as she had gotten it just for him.
He shook his head slightly, feeling a little strange as he continued taking small, but continuous sips. It was cold at least, right?
Casala looks up when she hears Pol's voice, looking surprised when she finally notices the scrunch of sand under her feet. Ah.. Had she wandered that far? Looks over to where Cabel is, and then back to Pol, she smiles and waves over to Pol, adding some speed to her steps to head over in that direction.
Nothing better to distract her than to meet some new people, right?
"Hello!" she calls cheerfully, tucking her sash around her arms a bit tighter so it doesn't slip. "I don't think I've been out this far onto the beach, at least not with so many Pae'il around."
Veron buzzes faintly, but doesn't rouse from Casala's locks, seemingly perfectly comfortable right where it is.
Pol smiled softly at Cabel as he sputters. "Take it slow," She giggles a bit before turning to Casala again. "Hello, I'm Polgara, please call me Pol. This young man here is Cabel," She said motioning with her free hand. She then waves her half full can of beer at Casala. "Want a beer?" She asks with a light giggle.
No, it did not take a lot to get Pol tipsy...
Scary thing was... She wasn't even CLOSE to tipsy...
"A pleasure to meet you both," she answers politely with a bow of her head in the direction of each before resting a hand between the 'bumps' on her chest. She keeps forgetting to ask Eirnae what the heck those things are called...
"My name is Casala, and this is Veron." She points up to where the blue Guardian is resting on her head, the blue light's wings fluttering in response as the Guardian gives a half-hearted buzz. "Ah.. What's a beer, exactly?"
Bellatrix had been following her friend, at Casey's insistance. She wanted to find more of her family! Not talk to other Pae.
Although, Casala isn't bad. She's actually one of her few friends. . . .
Oh well. She walks up the beach toward where Casala is, keeping her head bent down.
Cabel looked up quickly at Casala, getting a little dizzy in the process. This caused him to chuckle slightly and he listened for the answer to her question, wondering about this 'beer' stuff as well. Why hadn't he asked that?
He look another drink, tilting his head back far enough that he ended up propped up on his elbows. And perhaps, in a moment of childishness...or not...he giggled. Poor boy was still nearer to child than adult and as it were, had NO tolerance whatsoever.
Pol smiled, and held out her free hand. "Beer," She again commanded and yet another can of the stuff apeared in her open hand. "Is a fermented grain, it is a bit on the bitter side, but it's very relaxing... and can sometimes relax you a bit too much... But I don't think a single can will smash you..." She'd been smashed a few times in her life... the mornings after were horrible..." Poor teens tho... They didn't know WHAT they were in for...
"Smash me?" she asked incredulously, blinking twice in quick succession. This woman wanted to give her something that might physically smash her? She peers at the can in Pol's hand warily. It doesn't look big enough to mash her into a pancake as she'd just imagined in her head.
Wait.. fermented? Where had she heard that before? "Like how grapes or berries are fermented for wine?" she asks curiously. She'd had a sip of Eirnae's silverberry wine, and that wasn't bitter. Maybe it was because this stuff was made from grain and not berries?
Bellatrix walks right up to Cassala, and peers at the can the other woman is holding out, as well. Quirking a brow, she regards the woman warily a moment, before turning her yellow eyes to Casala. "Hello," she says, her same wicked smile coming to her lips.
She thinks that, perhaps, she needs to keep an eye on her friend. As great as it would be to see the others be stupid, she doens't think that Casala should get that way. . . .
"Yes, in quite the same fashion..." Pol said with a light giggle. She eyes Cabel and she frowns.
Okay, now this WAS NOT good!
She put the beer down in the sand and bit her lip.
Okay, perhaps Teens + Beer = BAD...
This would have been good information fifteen minutes ago! She sighed and shook her head. "On second thought, let's not give you Beer..." She smiled weakly at Casala before turning her attention to Bellatrix. "Hello..." She nods her head, before looking worridly back at Cabel.
Okay, Cabel was lying in the sand at this point. What was IN this stuff? Oh yeah, Pol said something about grain...that was in like...bread, right? Mmm...bread was good. He didn't know it made you sleepy though! So, if bread made you sleepy, what made you wakey? He giggled. Wakey...that was a fun word. Like...'banana.' So many A's in the word...and bananas were tasty too. But oranges were sweeter.
That cloud up there looked like an orange. He wanted one. He reached up, trying to take the cloud-orange, but he couldn't seem to reach it. Maybe if he could fly...but he hadn't learned how yet. He pouted for a moment, poking out his lip before inching over towards Pol. "I want an orange," he pouted, laying his head in her lap.
Guardians only knows where she was going to think that came from.
"Hello. . . ." she says to the elder, watching the other Pae. Alright, that was dead funny. She might be able to screw with that one a bit. . . .
Her wicked smile on her lips broadens, and her eyes dance mischievously.
Casala turns at the sound of Bellatrix's voice, muscles relaxing as she sees the familiar splash of color that is her friend's aura even before Bellatrix's face comes into view. "It's great to see you, Bellatrix. You as well, Casey," she greets warmly, gesturing towards Pol, "I was just offered a... Ah, not a good idea?" she asks as Pol looks decidingly sheepish then sighs. "Well, if you say so, Miss Pol... Is Cabel alright?"
She shifts forward and kneels down in the sand so she can examine Cabel a bit closer, not caring that her hair is now trailing on the ground collecting sparkling grains at the strands' tips. "Does beer often cause a sudden craving for fruit?"
"No, not usually... I do believe the poor boy is drunk..." Pol sighed and bit her lip. "He is going to have a VERY rough day tomorrow if this is any indication..." She sighed and brushed the boy's hair as she summoned an orange and handed it to him. "I have a bad feeling you're going to hate oranges after tommorrow if you eat that... I would suggest going and getting some sleep Cabel..." She frowned heavily. Tomorrow would NOT be a good for him at all. "So yeah... I think Beer and people your age do not mix well..." Her brow furrowed.
Oh yes, very smart Polgara!
Bellatrix rolls her eyes. "Well, yeah. Alcohol and anyone does not mix. It makes you act like an idiot," she gestures to the drunk Pae. She looks at Casala. "I was going to slap the can from your hand if she hadn't thought it wiser not to give you any," she tells her, a small smile on her lips again.
Casey, the spirit snake, starts to circle around Casala. "Heeeello," he says.
"Nyoka explained things to me. Sometimes, you can get a hangover. That makes you throw up, and you have a massive headache. Light and sound makes it even worse. I almost wish I were there to see how miserable this Cabel will be. . . ." she says, her grin growing wicked again.
Cabel grinned lopsidedly, reaching up and clumsily trying to swat at Casala's hair, giggling when he misses. "Heeellooooo therrre!" he slurred slightly. He grinned and snuggled against Polgara as she brushed his hair.
"Ooooo...oooorannnge...." He giggled again, clutching the fruit, but showing no inclination of actually eating it. He struggled to focus on what Pol was saying, though his attention kept wandering to the others. "Sleeeep? Bread equals sleep." He nodded, proud of his earlier discovery. "Sleep here then," he announced, spontaneously moving to curl up next to Pol on her blanket, nearly falling over twice in the process and giggling. Lying down at last, he closed his eyes, suddenly sleepy from the combination of the alcohol and the sun. He drifted off quickly, blissfully unaware of the hell tomorrow would hold for him.
"Ugh.. Then why would anyone drink the stuff?" Casala questions with a wrinkled nose at how Cabel's breath smells. Ew.. Okay, that is definately one of the worst smells she's ever.. yes, she's ever tasted. Uck! She sticks her tongue out and looks down at it in disgust, as if exposing it to the air is going to make things any better.
Noticing Casey winding around her, she sucks her tongue back in and aims to run a hand along the Yaaraer's length as he weaves in the air. "Glad to see that you missed me, Casey," she murmurs with a smile, "Any luck finding the others?"
She watches Cabel curl up on the blanket, completely believing Bellatrix's words that beer makes everyone look an idiot. Oh, that poor boy! He'll be in a lot of pain tomorrow morning, and he doesn't even know it yet. "Maybe I can see if there is a natural remedy for a hangover in the notes I got from Eirnae?" She believes Bellatrix's comments about watching Cabel suffer to be an expression of the medically curious, not that of one who enjoys watching the process for pain's sake alone.
Bellatrix watches Cabel, and laughs at the face that Casala makes. "Nyoka reccomends Irish tea. She says sometimes, alcohol is one of the only ways to ease it, though only a moderate amount. . . ." she sighs. "Or, to prevent it, you are supposed to drink lots of water, and eat some bread, while you are drinking. I doubt Cabel did that, though," she says, snickering a little.
Oh, man! She would give ANYTHING to see him wake up in the morning! She could screech, and put some light in his eyes. . . . Would serve him right, too. Drinking the stuff in the first place.
"Weeee haaave foooound maaaanny ooooof oooour faaaaaamilyyy. Thaaaaank yooooou foooooor aassssssssssssssssssking, Caaassssssssssssaaaalaaa," Casey replies, hissing in a pleased way at being pet.
"Yes that would be best..." Pol said as she slid off the blanket and wrapped the boy in it, making it so he was comfortable. Oh, she WAS going to bring him home, that was the least she could do. "I'm afraid I will have to cut this short..." She bowed to Casala and Bellatrix, even though she knew not her name. "It was a pleaseure meeting you both, now if you must excuse me..." She knelt down and picked up Cabel in the blanket, cradling his body as best she could. "I have to be returning home with this poor boy to make amends for putting him in this condition..." She sighed and looked at Casala. "If you do come up with something my house is over there..." She motioned with her head towards Loki Nei which could be barely seen past Dragnid from where they stood. "It's a small cottage, you can't miss it... Either myself or my wife will answer the door..." She murmured and bowed her head. "Unless you would like to walk with me there..." She said, slowly heading away from the two. "Then we could have some tea... Which I assure you is not as bad for you as beer..."
"No, but thank you," Bellatrix tells the elder. "I'm Bellatrix, by the way. And, I should be heading back to my cave. I'll be around the temple later tomorrow, Casala. I want to start helping you, and working on your training a little more," she smiles, and waves, as she heads back to her own cave.
"Come on, Casey," she says.
"Byyyyyyye, Caaaasssssssssssssaalaaa," Casey says, and starts to slither through the air after Bellatrix.
Casala gets back to her feet and shakes the sand from her hair, waving as Bellatrix and Casey leave. "Goodbye, my friends! I look forward to seeing you soon!"
"I may yet visit you, Miss Pol! Thank you for the invitation!" she calls after Pol's retreating form, Veron buzzing its dislike of her raising her voice so loud while it is trying to enjoy the peace and quiet. "Oh hush, you," Casala teases Veron as she starts down the beach in the direction that will eventually lead to her temple in the Loka Nei forest. She has work to do, especially if Bellatrix is coming over tomorrow.
Seeing as none took her inivitation to follow her home she took flight and landed at her door a short time later. She juggled the conked out Cabel and opened the door, placing the boy on the couch and giving him a bucket for the morning when he awoke. Once she was sure he was nice and tucked in, she yawned and headed for the bath to take a nice long shower before bed, and made a mental note NOT to give booze out to anyone BUT adults...
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 3:07 am
02/27/06
I thought perhaps a long walk after the discussion I had with Eirnae about kissing would help to clear my head. In a way it sort of did, after meeting two Pae'il that I've never seen before. At least, I think the woman is a Pae, but she's an Elder, like Miss Beldaran. Though I have to wonder what kind of an Elder she is after she offered the other teen Pae something she called beer, and then me. The stuff tastes awful, and does something strange to your brain, or at least that's the impression I've derived from seeing what it did to poor Cabel, who was the other Pae I met today.
Bellatrix and Casey were either following me, which I doubt, or decided to visit the beach on their own. Either way, they came up at about the time that Miss Polgara, the Elder I mentioned, decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give this beer to those younger than herself. Bellatrix affirmed that the stuff was atrocious, and that she would of stopped me from drinking it if I'd tried it in earnest. Silly to say, but I felt a bit better that she and Casey were watching over me.
Miss Polgara can create things out of the blue it seems, but from the manner in which she was making things I'm guessing she's still learning the secret of how to get exactly what she wants the first time she tries. A fascinating ability, but one I'm glad that I lack. I'd much rather get up and go looking for what I want rather than have it appear in my hand instantly upon willing it. Guardians know that could make anyone very lazy in the long run.
Speaking of getting lazy, the temple is still a work in progress. I've gained still more friends that are willing to help in the reconstruction and repair work, but it goes slowly because we are trying to preserve as much of the original structure as possible. Pieces of the building have been scattered throughout the isle, and I still cannot quite figure out why. No natural disaster that I know of could have caused such widespread damage, and then flung the remnants of the building in so many directions or so far. Ah well, such musings don't get the temple fixed any faster, so I'd best save them for when we're done. On that note, I'd best get back to work.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 11:59 am
Cass's reaction to [PRP] Out of the Claws and Into the Fire
03/07/06
I'll have to make this quick, as I can already feel myself slipping ever further into the realm of dreams as I write this. I just want to make note that I'm fairly certain that I made two new friends today. One is the spirit of a great beast, one whom has no true living descendants. His name is Jusron, and while he tried to ward me off with his brisk manner, I believe him to be of a kind heart. He watches over the Pae that lives within his skeleton as if Rath, the other friend that I made, is his own young. In the future I plan to help Rath be able to talk with Jusron, as Rath currently has little idea how to socialize properly.
Having Jusron to watch over him is the only explaination I have for how healthy Rath is, despite having the mind of a young child while his physical age matches my own, at least if judged by appearances. He did point to a crude picture that he must have drawn himself on one of his walls when Eirnae and I asked about his caretaker, and he also indicated that the furs that made up his seating and likely also his bedding were provided by that same man. I say man because that very image came to a semblance of life and spoke to voice his disapproval of being called Rath's 'mother'. It must have been some form of magical communication, as I cannot wrap my imagination around the concept that a mere picture could bring down the animals required for the size of the furs in Rath's home.
I should likely also mention that Rath saved me from both drowning and from the jaws of the beast that had chased me to the very edge of the Dragnid Forest. I owe him my life, and I intend to help him as best I can in the future in order to repay my debt. Mother helped me along that road when she found me, and then crafted a sort of chimney hole for Rath's leather ceiling, one which he can cover with the sliding circle that she constructed. I'll try to think up what else I can do to help Rath, and I'll go to visit him soon. Without being able to talk to Jusron, he must get so lonely. Maybe he'd like to come here, to visit the temple? I'll have to think up the proper way to ask him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 10:02 pm
Roleplay Session, "Within Ancient Walls" (04/13/06) Some of her favorite moments are spent here, in this place that she considers a sanctuary for herself as well as others. Even now, with the stone walls and ceiling restored, there are many chores with which she can keep herself busy during her personal time.
Soft blue feathered wings are tucked further back as Casala tends to the cleaning of one of the many statues she and her spirit friends have reassembled, this one being of a woman with both denomic and angelic wings. She's always presumed that this figure represents one of the Guardians, or perhaps their dual nature, but she's never been sure. A delicate swipe of the corner of the white cloth she favors for such jobs removes the bit of dust that had dared to gather in the space between the statue's onyx eyes and their sockets. Much better. That done, she moves on to the tiny lines of the marble woman's hair, catching up any of the fine dust that the moving of stonework often leaves behind with precise strokes.
"You are doing good work," A strong masculine voice said from behind Casala. If she were to turn around, she would see an Elder sized figure dressed in a white robe. He had a golden halo above his head, and his eyes and hair matched it. His robe was whiter than snow, and it too had gold on it's hems. The male's arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he seemed to be watching Casala do her work.
"Yes, very good work." The male laughed lightly, his eyes gazing unblinking at Casala and the statue. "I always did like that staute..." He chuckled and shook his head. "But that is not why I am here..."
Another Pae might have been quite startled at hearing a voice out of nowhere, but Casala's heard such things since the day she first was aware of the fact that she was alive. At the compliment she smiles faintly, finishing up with her dusting of the lock of wind-tossed hair that will forever be frozen in time before she lowers her white cloth to her lap and turns about at the waist to look up at her temple's visitor.
It's then that her eyes widen, just enough to give away her surprise. This is not just another spirit looking for answers to their questions. Unable to clamp down her revelation, her attention swings from the unearthly Elder to a statue in yet another alcove far to her left. The resemblance is uncanny. That coupled by his spoken fondness for the statue she was just polishing both click inside her head, and she scoots full around to give whomever this may be her complete attention. "Creoso a'baramin, Beleger," she murmurs respectfully, dipping her head low as the words roll off of her tongue. "Please forgive the state of this temple, Beleger. I am not yet finished with my work."
She rises to her feet, knowing that whether she sits or stands, she could have no hope of lording over the Elder than has chosen to visit her. "May I offer you a place to sit as you inform me of the purpose of your visit, Beleger?" She gestures to the pillows near the Elder's feet.
"The temple is complete, that is enough for me; for now." The Guardian said as he eyed Casala once more and then smiled. "You are one of my ward, I am pleased that one of my own would rebuild this temple," He looked around, laughing a little louder now. "Yes, this is a fine day indeed." He looked down at the pillows and shook his head. "I shall stand child, but please, do sit." He waved his hand and nodded his head.
"As to the reason of my visit..." He looked down at Casala as he spoke. "I have watched you work hard on this temple, and it has pleased me greatly. I am not alone in taking note of your fine work," He took a few steps, or rather, floated a few, over to the statue Casala had been working on, and ran a finger down the side of it's face. "So, Casala, I want you to seek out the rest of the temples, and rebuild them."
Concepts pile upon her comprehension, and she has to take a moment to sort through them. She is one of his? She had never been able to wrangle many details out of the older spirits about the Guardians, so even their names are currently unknown to her. That she is now faced with one of her gods, and yet knows not what to call him but vague titles in the Forgotten Language, is a bit daunting.
She does sit down, very nearly plopping onto a pillow because she's so lost in thought. Yet it is in her pause between his suggestion that she sit and her act of actually doing so that unconciously declares the idea her own, and not a reaction to his words.
It takes a great deal of self control for her eyes not to become as wide as tea cups when he states the true reason for him showing himself. She cannot keep the wonder out of her voice when she asks, "There are more?" In all of her searching the isle for pieces of this temple, never had she stumbled across another of its make. How could she have missed them?
Of course there are more! Didn't the Guardian just say there are? "Forgive me, Beleger," she says with a downward glance to the tiled floor between his feet and her jumble of legs. "I do not doubt your words. I am honored that the Guardians have watched over my work, and deem it notable." She pauses a moment before adding, "Yet I have explored much of this isle, and have come across no signs of other sites of worship. May I know how they escaped the awareness of those I call friend?"
"That is because they are ruined... Some no longer stand but for their foundations, and even those have been swallowed up." The Guardian spoke, his finger following the contures of the statue's face. "Much like this one, they have fallen when the isle was sundered. But unlike this one, they did not hold as firm... The closest one is the one of magic... In the clearing of Loki Nei... some of it still stands..."
Does she have anything to do this afternoon? A quick review of her schedule reveals that nothing is too pressing that it can't be pushed back a day. Eyes the color of bluebells glint with the promise of adventure, and Casala rearranges her feet so she can pop up onto them the moment she can no longer supress the inclination.
"That which earned me this honor could not have been done without the aid of my friends, Beleger. May I include them in this calling you have set before me, or do the Guardians wish me to perform their bidding alone?" A soft buzzing informs her that her Mellon, Veron, has woken up from its nap atop her head, and is now curious how in the heck a Guardian got here without its knowledge. A wry half smile is all that she allows herself to express her amusement at Veron's puzzlement regarding her present situation.
"I will gladly go and seek out this temple of which you speak. My preparations will not take long. Once I see how much of it remains, I can calculate how much time its repairs will require. The aid of my friends will reduce such greatly."
"Do what you feel you must," The Guardian smiled, pulling away from the statue after one last touch. "We know how this temple came to be," He nodded his head, looking to Casala after one last glance around the area they stood. "I am quite pleased with your work, as are the others," He laughed and and kept his eyes on Casala. "We all wish to speak to our children again, and now I can," He smiled brightly and his eyes twinkled. "I think I shall see what you have done with the temple,"
He turned, and started to walk around, looking things over, his eyes looking over everything.
The Guardian's survey of the temple's main room and beyond reveal hand lain stones in the mosiac of the floor. While most are chipped, they all have been lovingly sealed and polished to a high sheen. Numerous alcoves house statues of all sorts, each one resembling what the Pae'il Elders come to be with their assortment of wings and tails. Clustered about their feet are smaller statues of various animals, a scatterings of several types that existed before the Sundering. Before each alcove is a table, and upon those are offerings of fresh fruit and lit lavendar incense. In the largest of all the walls' niches is the smiling marble countenance of the Guardian himself, with wings and arms outspread, as if welcoming all who look upon him to come closer and rejoice in his presence. Casala had placed such there with only common sense to guide her, for a large statue needs an equally large space to accomodate it. Even so, the apparent focus of the central chamber is the nine legged table with its four elemental candles and immortal iris locked away in its crystal orb. This is positioned to the center of the room, and has pillows all around it, as if laid out in preparation for those who wish to pay their respects.
While the Guardian takes his time in looking around, another piece of the puzzle fits into place in Casala's head. They had not heard from the Guardians for so long... Was it the Sundering that had caused the rift between the mortals' realm and that of their gods? Quickly she gets to her feet, her plans to go out and find what remains of the other temple pushed away for now as she quietly walks up and to the side of the Guardian. "Beleger, mani naa essa en lle?" Her question is direct, and yet spoken in a language she can never see as being rude. Little does she know that lying in the Forgotten Language is quite impossible as well, though in her case there is little fear of such ever being tested.
"My name is Medaesos," The Guardian spoke, reaching the table with the offering of fruit and picking one up, looked it over, before biting down into it and pulling it away from his mouth, chewing and swallowing the bite. He closed his eyes and took a sharp inhalation of air. After a moment of savoring the food, he opened his eyes and looked once more around the room. "I accept your offering," He spoke, letting his gaze cast back to the fruit in his hand, which he turned and bit into again.
Had she any doubts left that the being now munching on one of the fruits she placed earlier that morning as an offering for the Guardians is one of their number, they are now banished. Her heart swells up with all encompassing warmth, and for once in her life she feels as if she's accomplished something wonderful.
"I am glad they are to your liking, Medaesos," she offers with a pleased smile and a slight bow. Much more makes sense to her now, and yet... No, such a thing isn't her place to ask. "I shall begin the preparations then."
Leaving the Guardian beside the table, she goes the short distance required to reach where she stores her personal effects. Let's see... what will she need for such a journey? Food, water, perhaps a few changes of clothes...
Medaesos' head nodded once, as if he heard her, though at this point he was paying more attntion to the bowl of fruit then her. After clearing half the bowl he pulled himself away from it and looked about, forwning a little. "My chair is missing..." He said suddnely, taking a few steps forward and looking down at the floor. "Yes... It is definately missing." He crossed his arms again and looked around. His face seemed to grow darker by the second, and his eyes kept sweeping the building, though it looked as though he was looking through things.
Casala half hears the Guardian's musings while sorting through her selection of leather pants, which does happens to include an unusual garment that Shina had called 'chaps'. She's never been quite able to figure out why someone would ever wear a leather garment meant for their lower end that is lacking a crotch area.
Medaesos's grousing is what recatches the Pae's attention from her organizing. Something is missing? Yet... she could of sworn she and the others had found everything they could for the temple. "What is amiss, Beleger?" she asks as she abandons her pile of clothes to walk over and stand next to the near fuming Guardian. She doesn't like the look that's shifting his features into something almost malovent. Surely but a chair couldn't alter one of the Guardians' moods so quickly?
"My chair... Where I used to take offering and listen to pleas is missing..." The guardian shook his head and crossed his arms. "And it is nowhere on the isle, that much I know already..." He frowned. "Oh well... I shall have to get a new one then," He looked up a moment and smiled. "I will take my leave now," He stepped away from Casala, and reached out, gently touching her forhead.
"Blessings on you child. May anything you do be blessed ten times ten times." And with that, he was gone.
Even after he is gone, Casala remains standing where he left her for a time. If she moves, the feelings of warmth and love will leave her, she's sure of it.
How many of the Pae'il have this proof that the Guardians do indeed have a connection that can be seen and felt? She knows of none, though she has to admit that she doesn't know nearly as many Pae'il as she likely should.
The moment passes, and she intakes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Yes, she's made a promise, and to a Guardian no less. Reaching up to brush her fingers over the spot which Medaesos touched, she smiles when she realizes it was upon her forehead's blue stone.
Right... She has no time to waste! Nodding once, Casala goes back to her packing for the trip into the Loka Nei forest. She's going to have to see just what waits for her in that clearing before she makes any more plans.
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