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Shenra
Location: Outside The Misty Inn
Class: 8yrs old-ish Orderite engineer/tinker
Activity: Exploring!
Interaction: Rain

Shenra hopped off the couch she had shared with her father and opened the door. She already had her outdoor things on since the inn was so cold, so she just went out.

She breathed in deeply the crisp air and felt it fill her body. It was fun to be out!

But Shenra was immediately distracted on her exploration from a shout below her.

"Hi!" Shenra called and waved to the new person. "Yes, this is the Misty Inn!"

She bent closer and saw horns on the person's head. Her ears twitched in delight as she thought he might be a Dovva. She had seen them before, but had never met one!

Shenra hurried down towards the person and stopped right in front of them smiling. He seemed to be older than her by a few years, and caried a wepon. Perhaps he was up here to hunt? There were lots of people here for hunting her father had said. He said he was here to hunt for knowledge, so he was a hunter in a way too.

"Hello! I'm Shenra!" she said beaming up at him, "If you are looking for the Inn, it's up there." she pointed up, "It's not much, and cold, but it's the only place for miles if you can't camp out."

"My Pa and I are here to look at the ruins and try to see some of those new animals the hunters are talking about." Shenra said placing her hands behind her and smiling up at the Dovva boy, "But we just got here so we are going out tomorrow at first light!"

Shenra then saw another person approch and smiled. Today was going to be a great day to meet friends!

"Hello!" Shenra said again happily.

Shenra
Location: Outside The Misty Inn
Class: 8yrs old-ish Orderite engineer/tinker
Activity: Meeting lots of new people!
Interaction: Rain, Esme, Red

"Hello!!!" Shenra called out to the two new comers, "This is the Misty Inn!" She pointed up, "It's not much, but it's a roof over your head!" She turned to the one wild looking Dovva and said, "What? Climbing?" Shenra placed a finger in her mouth thinking. Her Pa wouldn't like that, but it depended on how tall it was and how long she would be gone... "I'll go to watch if it's too tall!!! I might climb a bit!"

Casseth
Location: At the very base of the spires below Everwinter Plateau, sitting at campfire.
Class/Clan: Hybrid gaili barbarian (Expert)
Activity: "Talking" with Lithian
Interacting With: Lithian.

Casseth’s body shuddered under Lith’s kisses and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to things that did not involve wild beasts and riding on the backs of them. He closed his eyes and turned his head to capture Lith’s lips with his. He nipped lightly, tugging his bottom lip before pulling away. “Those sound like wonderful plans.” He paused, eyebrow quirking up. “For tomorrow.” His hands found their way back into Lith’s cloak, fingers trailing down Lith’s chest and over to his waist. He gripped, tugging him over to him, so that Lith was straddling his lap. “Tonight…” One of Cas’ hands came up behind Lith’s head, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape and tugging him down for a quick, hungry kiss. “...we figure out how we’ll stay warm in that tent.”

Detraeus
Location: Merchant Stall
Class: Oblivionite Archer (Expert)
Activity: Investigating the area; talking with Malta.
Interacting With: Malta

Detraeus wound his way through the crowds — ‘crowds’ being a relative term, even now. The area was significantly busier than it ever was before, certainly, but it hardly compared to, for example, Taliuma even on a slow day. Nonetheless, the denser-than-normal current of strangers set his nerves on edge, the spines of his tail rippling warily as he made it into more well-trampled snow around an area that looked to be set up for business, of all things.

As a particularly biting breeze cut its way over the snow, Detraeus pulled his thickly-lined cloak tighter about his long ears and shifted Avarice’s position at his back, ‘trigger happy’ fingers lingering close to his easiest-to-access concealed knives on instinct. When his name was called, he nearly drew them, stopping only when — a half moment later — it registered who the voice belonged to. He let his hands fall to his sides and approached, an expression almost warm enough to be classified as a smile crossing his features. Briefly.

“Malta,” he greeted. “You look…” His gaze flit down over her, brow furrowing in puzzlement as the full effect of her attire sank in. It looked as though something had attempted to fashion her winter clothes, but in the end simply fastened a thick stretch of animal fur over her back as effectively as possible. It made for a fairly bizarre-looking result, to be honest. He cleared his throat. “Cold,” he said. “You look cold. Are you well?”

Lithian
Location: At the base of the spires below Everwinter Plateau, inside private tent.
Class/Clan: Peisio Dovaa (Expert)
Activity: "Cuddling" with Casseth.
Interacting With: Casseth.

Lithian drew a sharp breath upon being lifted, cooperating to move with Casseth’s guiding hands until he was straddled across his lap, at which point warmth climbed up into his cheeks — in time with an equally warm, amused (and inviting) smile. “Oh?” he said, feigning innocence. “That does sound like a plan, though…I’m wondering what you might possibly have in mind…”

At Casseth’s grunt, n**, and the pull of his guiding hands, however, Lithian laughed and conceded to his tug, following him into said tent and happily pulling it shut so that the space was all their own. Warm. Private. And very busily occupied.

They did not leave it until the following morning.

Even on waking, however — early as per his usual habit — Lithian lingered for some time in the shelter of the tent, tucked beneath a healthy layering of furs and tangled in Casseth’s embrace. He nested his face in close, kissing the crown of his lover’s forehead and then drawing his hand up his side.

“In a mood to rise early, love?” he murmured, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “The day is waiting…as is our grand ‘adventure’ in the making.”

The Dovaa regarded the young Orderite with a quirk of her brow. So young and out in the world. “Hello.” She said softly, offering the girl a small wave with a smile. She only turned to face Red because she knew the voice since they’d met before. “None of us are lost.” She confirmed quietly, Esme still didn’t understand the wild child Red was. They’d met on the island and it had been quite interesting to say the least. She wasn’t too sure if she liked the other Dovaa for her freedom and liveliness or disliked her for her attitude.

“I’m Esmeralda.” The Peisio offered Rain with a nod to acknowledge his introduction. They wanted to climb? She honestly didn’t think it was a good idea, but none of them were her own children so she couldn’t possibly stop them even if they did decide they wanted to climb. “I will watch,” she said carefully. “But I will not climb.” If something happened at least she could heal any broken bone.

((The New Taming))



Keke happily accepted the pieces of jerky, pleased that he didn't have to break what little he knew of his manners to ask. Or beg. It was as good as its scent had advertized, and Keke was sure that, with any beast that liked meat, Jerky would be the way to train it.

He watched Nehelini's movements – and training – with interest. “Should we be taking it out now?” he asked, “Biscuits...” Keke looked at them with definite appreciation. “Aside, it might run back to its mama when it sees... ohhh, thats why we're going in a different direction” he realized, with a start, “Good... good! Nevermind, then.” he thought, “But that means that, when it's time to find one for her...” he flicked his tail at Xenosa, “We might have run out of directions!” he chuckled at his joke.

It was a very presumptuous assumption that she would want to go with them while trying to tame the Ikri, every time they tried, but Keke was sure that – for all her coolness – she, like his sister, enjoyed the company more than she let on. Besides, it was so much easier to capture animals in a group. Keke hadn't entirely forgotten his youthful attempts at the Alkara, and how difficult it had been, and how his one almost-success had resulted in dinner instead of a pet bird.

“Ooo!” he chirped, “Thaedori! That is an excellent name for it. Why did you pick it in particular?” he asked, moving so that he was equidistant from both the Dovaa and the Orderite. He didn't want either magescian curiousity out of his sight. All he needed was an Oblivionite to make his set complete, though of course, he could not keep them – nor himself – here.

I wonder if its possible to tame a magescian?

But that was a silly thought, if amusing. Khehora couldn't be tamed, and neither could magescians. For now, that was that. Still, maybe later he would think on it further.

Mmm.

But for now, Ikri. “We're going back into the woods, of course.” he said cheerfully, “That's where they are.”