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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:50 pm
Florian blinked -- came to his senses, because somehow the fluttering wings had been so disorienting, so full of terror and confusion, that he'd somehow just stopped seeing. He somehow didn't remember most of it except for a confused few seconds. He'd been so scared, so startled, he'd blanked out.
But he shook his head, hard enough it seemed the rest of the party ought to hear his brains rattling around, and huffed out a sigh that hung, frozen, in front of his face for a moment. "Where's your bird, Ever?" As if that was important. "Is everyone here, and alright?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:18 am
Zachariah’s hand gripped Ever’s sleeve, his heart was still hammering in his chest from the phantom hands that teased at them like little bird claws, the laughter. “Black wood’s Branches…” He said sounding petrified, not really ‘noble’ or ‘dignified’.
“You have to have an idea what to do! You’re the…AAH!” he jerked his hand free and covered his head because the bird in question, Thunder, had just chosen his shoulder to land on.
“First FROST.” He said straitening slowly and guardedly to prove to himself that the bird was real. “I found your bird.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 7:09 am
It was a good thing the bird had appeared, hadn't left them hanging any longer. All it had taken was the question to make Ever blink and freeze, his sleeve in Zac's grasp and his eyes going skyward in search, a panic slowly rising up through him. Seeing Thunder perched there now, his head tipped to consider Zac's face and his claws shockingly, unusually careful on the young man's shoulders, diffused the tension and left him almost angry.
He thrust out his wrist immediately and the bird, with one last chatter, hopped from Zac's shoulder onto the hard leather, and then up onto his usual perch, grooming nervously at Ever's hair. "I don't even...we'll have to...look around."
Ever still sounded surprisingly uncertain, fumbling, but he squared himself and struggled to focus. "We'll see if the plant life is the same. Then we can at least get something to eat."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 9:50 am
"Hm," Florian said, nudging at a large, pale mushroom with his toe. It did not sprout wings and fly away, or scream -- he had actually tensed in preparation to flee in case it had done something unnatural. "I have no eye for plants, but -- .. maybe Mette does." He glanced sideways to her, and then up over their heads. Wary of anything that might could, at some point, fly. "My house had gardens but they're all full of roses. Nothing edible."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 5:23 am
Mette had been staring dumbly at the hawk since its sudden reappearance, but Florian's gentle call-to-arms roused her from her stupor, "I don't know that much about rabbit food in the woods, but," looking down at the point of his interest, she mustered up a rough smile, "mushrooms, I know something of. Not the one you're prodding at, though." She stole cautiously around the nearby trees, peering about till she spotted a cluster of pale, spiny globes.
"Puffballs," she muttered, brushing off the spines as she pulled one free, producing a small knife from her belt to part the flesh, "still white, good. If we can find puffballs even here, there should be plenty about. We won't starve, probably. Berries, some roots too. We could make soup," and then she faltered, as if soup was too mundane a thought after all that had happened to them.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 7:30 am
“…I… I don’t think we should trust the water.” Zachariah ventured. “We’re in the woods, none of us know how much of it stems direct from the river, just because we can’t hear it. I mean, it might just be stories but, we should be careful.”
There were plenty of stories all right, drink front the wrong water source in the Black Wood and you might find yourself one of the trees, you might go blind, or worse… you might become touched.
He released Ever’s sleeve after a moment looking at least a little mortified to have shown such childish behavior. He was a man at this age and if his father had seen, if his father had seen he’d never have heard the end of it.
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