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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 2:13 am
"Actually, Val, I think he'll be fine." She didn't think it the time to tell her how she thought Khevashi had been conjuring illusions to entertain himself. He'd projected images to his mother before, why not himself? Every now and then, he would act like he was trying to grab something out of the air, though Silver could see nothing.
She walked past Val, nodding her head respectfully as she entered the wagon, and deposited Khevashi in a corner on a cushion. Before Val had a chance to close the door, however, Mherudyn swooped through the doorway and settled on the floor next to Khevashi. She squawked her displeasure at the experience she'd just had. "Mheru! ...Aisrhan?" The bird ruffled her feathers and wouldn't budge. Silver sighed. The girl was safe, or Mherudyn would have been more agitated. Something had frightened her, though. "Alright, Khev, Val and I have some work to do, so behave yourself, okay, hun? You too, Mheru." Khevashi sat quietly and waited, as though he expected to be included in the proceedings. He could tell something was going to happen. Silver took his silence and Mherudyn's agitated glare as a confirmation and turned to adress Val. "What's going on, Val? I'm sorry if it's not my place to ask, but that lovely light show the Banya's made was not normal." She placed the bowl on the table carefully.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 7:17 pm
Valelldia looked pained as she sank into a seat at the table. "Anything is your place to ask, sister. Whether or not I have the answers, it's always your right to the question." She put her palms on the table, one on either side of the shallow scrying bowl, and sighed, as if to draw some sort of strength from the dark wood through her flesh.
"I was hoping... for a positive sign. That many Banyas together- they produce a sort of a calling to the meij, a connection to try and get as much truth out of a possibility as possible. I was hoping to get a positive message to an otherwise bleak prophecy." Her eyes were dark. She didn't need to explain that the answer hadn't been what she'd hoped.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 8:35 pm
Silver also found a seat, across the table from Valelldia. "Prophecy? How is this going to help if an entire flock of Banyas couldn't?" she said, gesturing to the bowl between them. Silver's voice took on a tone of mild confusion. "I mean, I'm more than willing to try, for your sake, Val, but what are my tiny gifts compared to yours?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:31 pm
Valelldia lost herself in a smile for a moment. But she shook her head. She couldn't explain it. Not now.
"Gift... is a very kind way to put it. But really, each of us is endowed with the same life within and outside of the meij as any other. Practice, help... is all that strengthens us to that connection. And for this prophecy... I think that your being here can help. You are connected to it, closer than the Banyas." She turned then, and rustled through a casket she'd opened on the floor. She looked over her shoulder after a moment.
"Besides, you've had that bowl quite a while. Have you ever learned to use it?" She asked, knowing what the answer would be.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:34 am
"Closer than...?" Silver's eyes fell to the table sheepishly at Val's question. "Um... no. It's mostly sat on a shelf collecting beads and random bits of thread for me. We haven't really had a chance to talk about it."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 1:55 pm
"What do you remember of when and where you got it? Did the trader tell you anything that you should know of it?" She asked, deliberately avoiding Silver's first question. Her eyes flicked to a high shelf in her wagon on which a dozen different colored bottles sat, collecting dust.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 8:46 pm
Silver looked toward the ceiling in thought, cupping her chin in her hand as she leaned on the table. "You know, I honestly don't remember anything being said about it. I think I got it from that Filor we met long ago... Twinket, was it? Though, it's been so long, I could be mistaken."
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:45 am
DeArca walked by the caravan to do a bit of exploring with Ash so they could find fresh wood for carving, however, he stopped, looking at Whistle Stick. "Hmm, want to go see if Valelldia is home?" He asked and Ash giggled, holding DeArca's hand and nodded. He hadn't seen her in a long time and wanted to play. Maybe he could be sneaky and explore her wagon's little crevices and crawl-throughs so he could find treasure. DeArca reached for his back, pulling out a bloodstained satchel which held his long-dead Tellbook. "Maybe its finally ready to be healed. Valelldia said I had to wait for the right time to see if I can get it restored."
Ash stuck out his tongue because the satchel looked gross and he went up to Valleldia's wagon, knocking on the door many times. "Ash, no! That's not nice!" DeArca ran over, stopping his little fist from hitting the door once more. "You shouldn't knock so much! That's very rude" He said and Ash pouted some and looked down. "Hey, I'm not mad. Its ok!" He said and stood there, waiting. "She might not be here? She might be somewhere with the others?" He said.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 9:22 pm
The dark-skinned gypsy indeed wasn't in her wagon. DeArca was knocking in vain.
She was right behind him, having come back to Whistle Stick from a long walk she'd taken down the trails of weeds that stuck up through the sandbar.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Valelldia greeted warmly and softly, so as not to alarm the man.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 7:17 am
DeArca turned, smiling as he tipped his hat. "Good Morning, Valleldia. I'm sorry to just come up to your wagon unannounced" He said. Ash looked at Valleldia, immediately hiding behind DeArca's leg shyly as his face planted into the fabric of his pant. DeArca smiled some, scratching his hair and looked at Valleldia. "I was hoping if I could talk to you about some things? One of them being this guy" He said, revealing his Tellbook to her. "Its been so long since I last talked to you about it, back when we first arrived at the Port. I was hoping there might be a chance I can help my Tellbook?" He said.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:44 pm
Valelldia took the blood stained book from him, gingerly, as if undue roughness would cause the text further pain.
"Poor thing. Looks a bit bloodied, still. ...But I think we can do something. Please, come inside." She sheparded her guests into Whistle Stick, then indicated a seat near an ornately carved trunk. From a high shelf, the gypsy mother pulled a white cloth, grasping an edge with two of her long fingers on one hand. It rained down on them, and she grabbed it with her free hand. Then she gave both the book and the cloth to DeArca.
"Here. Wrap that around your book. Now... have you ever used a bloodquill? Are you familiar with them?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 7:58 pm
DeArca reached, taking the cloth and book gently from her hands, shaking his head a bit. "No, ma'am. I don't believe I used anything with such a...strange name?" He asked. A Bloodquill? What could that mean?
As they talked, Ash was super excited as he crawled around on his hands and knees, exploring the wagon's little holes and cracks between objects as he giggled, peeking around to find hidden wonders. What a lovely place for an adventure. "Ash, knock that off. Don't be rude" DeArca whispered, not wanting to anger Valelldia.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 9:02 pm
"Don't worry about the wee one. There's nothing he can get into on the floor." She smiled, fond of the days in the past that had little ones running along her floorboards. "Besides, it's the mouse in him- hard to break something that's still such a part of him. Although he's getting older, now. That will start to change. So will he."
As she spoke, Valelldia rifled through the trunk that was next to DeArca, and came up with a bloodquill a minute or so after the end of her words about Ash.
"This," she said, laying the innocent looking black-feathered quill pen on DeArca's knee, "is a bloodquill." It looks innocent enough, except the tip was razored... and stained a faint brown. "If you can manage to get the volunteer of a woman's blood- a single p***k and then a written apology with the bloodquill, it's magic will make all forgiven. ...For most things, anyway. Surely something as simple as this. Magic artifacts like magic apologies."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:12 am
DeArca was amazed, but a little confused. "I have to use a woman's blood. That seems a little crude but..." He looked down at it. "All I have to do is take it and write an apology into the book." He muttered, nodding. "Ok! Then is it ok if I could possibly make a tiny p***k on your finger since you're here? If not, nevermind. I shouldn't even ask after you've done so much for me...." He said
Ash giggled, sneaking around under their legs, playfully and then peeked over the table cutely. "Ash, behave..." He asked. he wished Ash would one day grow up a mature young boy and not be so...hyper. But he was so funny to be so adventurous.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 4:18 pm
"I'd love to help you out, but as it's my quill, my blood is not considered viable. You'll have to get someone else's permission."
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