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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:48 pm
Sequoia thought about the options and weighted which one would be best. Actually, just the possibilty was making him a bit giddy, so it was hard to concentrate on which order they would be in rather than what they would be doing. Thinking as best he could, he perked up.
"Probably going to the Theater and then hunting, to wind down, just incase." The 'incase' he left hanging, but he probably liked it better if he had something to look forward to after the Theater. Sequoia knew himself better than most Senetinels and he knew that if he had something to look forward to, as a bit of a reward, then he was more likely to go into an unpleasant situation and get it done with, then completely avoid it. He just hated the possibility of confrontation and bad words being thrown. He wasn't an arguer, or a fighter, but he was one to not burn bridges, resolve problems, and appologize. Sorry was his friend and with Fjord along, he hopes both would work well for him at the Theater.
"I guess I shall see you at the Theater tomorrow then." he said, stating it as a now made and set date. One that he would be looking forward to.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:58 pm
"Now that it is settled, I should probably be winging my way home. Getting late in the night, you know. Helios will be lifting the sun, soon." He gave a small bow to both Sequoia and Rosinweed, who seemed to have settled down nicely.
"Much practice to be done before then. It certainly was a pleasure talking with you, and meeting you, too, Miss Rosinweed."
He waddled down the limb several paces before turning. "Crow! Feather! Time to go home!"
The duo seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving the other companions behind as they scrambled to rejoin their master. Crow clamored up Fjord's brightly painted feathers and seated herself behind his wings, while Feather circled cheerily above.
"Once again, it was a pleasure. And I'll be seeing you on the 'morrow, Sequoia!" He gave the pretty artisan a broad, happy wink before taking off into the night.
"Funny... Funny. Different." Rosinweed spoke softly, only once she was sure the bard was too far to hear her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:06 pm
Sequoia watched as the bard gave him a wink and he beamed back, wondering if he should give one of his own to be polite but remained rooted and unmoving, as if the bard would disappear suddenly if he blinked. He waited until the bard flew off, vanishing into the woods as the pink hues of an approaching dawn seeped through the canopy and shined on a shaking and now barren branch.
He heard Rosinweed speak and turned to look at her. “Different? Well, I suppose. Not too many bards would come to apologize for something they didn’t know they did wrong. I guess he’s funny too. I certainly had a good laugh.” Sequoia still felt the desire to smile and had one plastered on his beak. He had a feeling that it wouldn’t be gone for some time. “ Best be heading to bed.” He thought, ushering Rosinweed as he started to hoot for the companions to clean themselves off and return to the hollow. Tomorrow would be a long day, but tonight would last an eternity for him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:25 pm
"Nice. Mmmhmmm. He is... You like?" She shuffled back through the hovel entrance, as Sequoia had ushered her. He seemed to be happy and while she did not like the bright paints, a happy Sequoia was good. He had been so down lately. Even though he would be leaving on the next night, at least he would be leaving in a better mood than which he had come.
Nettle and Chaucer were busy licking and preening the sticky, tasty berry juice from their bodies, something which Basil was just as guilty of, before entering Rosinweed's home.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:39 pm
The painted Artisan nodded. “He’s very genuine. I feel very bad for yelling at him, but it shows a lot to apologize. Sentinels like that are one and few. Too much pride, most of them. I like that in a Sentinel. Not to mention he’s a bard, and I’ve never yet met a bad bard.” Sequoia paused in his movements. “Well, I haven’t met TOO many bad bards.” He said, correcting himself when thinking of Char.
Continuing, he entered the hollow. “He speaks very eloquently. I can tell a lot about a Sentinel and I don’t get anything but good feelings from him.” Again, a thing to note was that Sequoia also didn’t get any bad feelings from Sly either, so his judgment on these matters, though not true, were not the best to gauge a Sentinel’s nature. “Yup, I like him.” He said, the grin on Sequoia’s feather’s supporting this. It didn’t take long for Sequoia to make a judgment and even less for him to make a good one. It was probably why he gave out more good judgments than bad ones.
Basil hoped in, cleaned but still stained. Like a preening mother, Sequoia settled himself and used his wing to bring the Parus close so he could clean him up, much to Basil’s annoyance. As he preened a feather from the tiny bird, he looked up. “So…do you like him? You don’t think he’s bad or anything.” He gave a concerned and pleading look to her. Sequoia placed a lot of trust and faith in Rosinweed’s opinion, something that most Sentinels would think he was daft for doing considering Rosin’s mental state. If she had anything to say against Fjord, Sequoia would, despite his own judgment, take Rosin’s words to heart. She was the only person who he could take her advice. Typically, he was very stubborn to think ill of anyone. It wasn’t nice.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:47 pm
She thought on this quietly as she settled over the noisy Nettle. She mimicked Sequoia and preened the little companion, as she would Chaucer once she was finished with the parus.
"Different... Bright. Bright colors... But, bright mind. Bright all 'round." He did not give her many bad vibes. Fortunately. He just seemed so happy. Cheery. Unlike most she saw, not that she currently had many sentinels to compare him to. Few came this way, and fewer still had good intentions. "Bright, but not bad bright. Colors bad bright, rest not bad bright."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 8:37 pm
"Oh, that. Well, if it's any concern, when we go hunting, I'll make sure to tell him to be very careful, watch his back, and I'll be around to watch his back....just in case." He told her, giving her a reassuring wink. He didn't like her to worry, but he knew that telling her not to live in constant fear of the Sky Fiend was trying to get blood from a rock. It was pointless and Sequoia really wasn't allowed to tell her not to worry due to his inner guilt. Instead, he humored it and instead assured her by working around her worries and telling her he would look out for the bard. It was much in the same way he told her he always made sure to fly fast, fly low, and always stay away from open canopy areas. It helped her worries less....if just a bit (or so he hoped).
"But I'm very glad you approve." he said, and without explaination for his giddy behavior, he leaned in and preened her affectionatly against her cheek, more of nibble her eartuffs before he pulled away. Sequoia chalked his good mood to having brought himself out of a long and unusual funk. If you went down (really down), then it made sense that you went up in your mood (very high up) afterwards. That and he liked resolution. Fighting wasn't 'him'.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:01 pm
A faint wisp of a grin touched at her beak edges as Sequoia pulled away from her. They were safe in her fortress, the night was calm, and it was nearly time to rest. So far, there had been no threat from Above.
On this night, however. There was always the chance that the Sky Fiend would find her hovel during the day. Or the next night. Or the next day. Or the next night. It took a great deal of effort, but she focused on the now. The now with her happy artisan friend and the bright painted bard and the delicious squirrel in her belly.
It was good right now.
"Keep watch. Always watch. Fly low. Low. And swift." It was something she told him often, as a warning when he departed or spoke of departing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:14 pm
"Of course. I wouldn't dare not take your adivice. I promise. No matter what, I won't leave you alone." He spoke softly, a hushed whisper, and leaned in, giving a slow and meaniningful preen to her cheekfeathers, saying without saying that he wouldn't dare leave her. Not again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:29 pm
With that, she was content.
And very tired. Having company over was taxing enough as it was for her and she had a busy night ahead of her tomorrow. Only unlike Sequoia, it would not be spent in the presence of others. She would be working at building up her tree more than it was already.
"G'day..." She hooted softly, before fluffing her feathers and settling over Nettle. She did not worry for Chaucer. He would groom himself well enough during the day.
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