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 Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:51 am
Rath sat down quietly once more like it wasn't a bother to him at all. The man in black was very strange and could talk with out being around Rath had found. Rath listened to Casala and Casala's questioning. Rath sighed, all these others had were questions, very annoying it can be.
Happen often? The man in black?, Rath guessed Casala couldn't figure it out yet and reached over to point at the count lines at the bottom of the man in black's picture. That many times see?, Rath settled himself by the hot place and took out his shiney and slid the sharpies back into place. He showed it to Casala, he thought it was the bestest thing and no one had anything better. Rath stuck it on his finger and gave it a spin, up and down, listening to it whirl.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:15 pm
Oh. Feeling like a dunce, as what else could those skritched lines have meant, she watches Rath swish the yo-yo up and down. She knows what it's called only because it was one of the toysthat Mrs. Joesphine had described to her one day while going on about the toys that she used to play with as a child. She wishes that Mrs. Joesphine had bothered to add how one gets sharp looking blades into such a thing. Maybe those aren't a standard feature? "I lived alone when I was younger, too," she starts conversationally, wiping a bit of soot and dirt off of a cheek with a handkerchief from where it rubbed off when she covered her mouth with both hands. The hanky is soon retucked into the pouch she fetched it from. "I found a big stone place, and made it my home like you did Jusron, your skeleton."
"That's a very pretty yo-yo you have, Rath," she offers as she hears the bones creak and groan above them. Eirnae must be up top and trying to figure out how to make that chimney without ruining Rath's roof. She points to the whirring metallic yo-yo as it spins. "And you are very good at that, too. May I try?" She holds out her right hand, palm up, in the universal gesture of requesting something.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 8:17 am
Rath listened to the chitter of Casala, Casala talked so much sometimes, and alot about things Rath never heard about or cared. He happily spun the shiney, watching and listening to it whir. Rath blinked and looked upwards, his ears flicking when he heard a creak above him. Casala didn't look worried, Rath guessed it was Eirnae, But what was Eirnae doing up there?
Rath thought it would have been good to see through things or to be bigger to poke at the thing stepping on his home. It better not be a fuzzy, or Rath would be eating it. He looked back to Casala and noticed Casala was watching his shiney. He figured Casala thought his shiney was the best thing too. But then Casala wanted his shiney, putting a hand out for it. Rath growled and held it tightly in both hands and backed away. Casala was not taking his shiney! Still angry, Rath frowned and thought about what Casala said. Casala only wanted a look, and thinking about it, he guessed he could show it.
Creeping over slowly, Rath watched Casala's hand cautiously and hesitantly placed his shiney in the hand. He wasn't letting go fully, Rath kept the string on his finger, he was smart like that.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 8:27 pm
More scrabbling follows the creak, and then silence as Eirnae perches on the spine of the creature, crouching down to study the darkened portion of the leather roof where the smoke is concentrated. She taps what she believes to be the middle of the area with a finger, testing the thickness of the skins. She opens her left hand wide, fetching a needle that's been stuck in the bindings of the bracer just above it with her right hand. She murmurs a phrase in elven, and the needle shimmers and becomes a dagger with its handle clasped by the hand that was holding the needle. She starts to cut a simple half circle, the adamantine blade slicing through the leathers as if they were instead melted butter. She pauses when musty air and smoke escape out the opening, leaning back to let it filter through a bit before continuing.
Casala gets the hint that Rath is quite paranoid about his yo-yo. Not wanting to make him nervous, she slowly lifts her unoccupied hand to rest her fingers atop the yo-yo, careful to not touch any of the bumps on it. "Thank you," she murmurs, tracing the edge just above the blade grooves. She drops her hand away after 'admiring' his yo-yo a respectable amount, gripping her sash's edge with that hand and lifting it up to offer it to him, the black embroidery glittering invitingly in the low firelight. "This is my treasure," she explains in that same low voice.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:17 am
Rath shuffled closer to Casala and held Casala behind him protectively as he growled at the hole. He wasn't sure if the damn fuzzy was back, if it wanted another smack it would get one! Seeing some lightness shine in, Rath leaned forward and peered up and saw Eirnae, but why did Eirnae cut a hole in his home?
Rath slowly sat back down next to Casala and looked at the funny thing it wanted to show him, he'd seen it before, when Casala smacked the fuzzy. Rath guessed Casala was showing off its shiney like he did. He didn't think it was better than his shiney, but it did look pretty. Rath reached out and touched it and gave an impressed ooooo face, it was so soft. Leaning down he gave it a sniff, it snelled like flowers, like Casala, and he rubbed his cheek to it. Rath began to purr and smiled, it was a nice shiney and sat up and gave it back.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:28 am
She slices into still more of the roof, till she's got most of a circle cut out. She leaves it at that for now, studying the hole she's already made. It provided an escape for the smoke, true, but now rain amongst other things had a means to get into the dwelling. Deciding on something, she starts on a larger hole than before, using the first as a means of measurement and including it in the circle's span. This time she finishes the job, then starts slicing the leather scraps into strips.
Casala didn't expect Rath to try and protect her again, finding herself at eye level with the middle of his back when he gets between her and the progessively larger hole in the ceiling. She doesn't bother with waving to Eirnae when she sees her, as by the look on her mother's face the elf is lost in thought. It's sweet of the other Pae to get between her and possible danger, a trait she's only known her family to have.
Rath's appreciative look and purring as he nuzzled her sash brings a smile to her face, and a flush to her cheeks. She's never heard such a sound before, but she's decided that she likes it. "Thank you," she says as she gathers her sash up after he gives it back, wrapping it around herself again. "It was a gift from Eirnae."
Unsure of what to talk about next, she settles on the noise he made earlier. What was that, anyway? "How did you do that?" she asks as she tries to copy the sound, getting close but not quite hitting the mark.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:47 am
Rath watched the Casala soft thing wrap around Casala again. He thought it was a strange soft thing, it felt nice though. He wondered where eirnae had gotten it and if Eirnae would get him one. He looked up at the hole and pondered what Eirne was up to there. If Eirnae didn't stop soon, he'd have to smack Eirnae and get it to stop, Rath's home is not for cutting up.
Rath wondered what Casala was asking and it showed on his face. He looked around for a bit on himself, wondering what was so special that Casala asked about it. Rath peered closely at Casala and then realised it meant his happy sound. Rath made that sound when something felt nice and he silently chuckled when Casala tried to make the sound. Rath decided to show Casala again and leaned down over Casala and rubbed his face against its soft thing again. Rath smiled and purred, it was very nice. Rath sat up again and realised Casala's face couldn't reach the soft thing. So he got up and shuffled to his little frind. Rath's frieend was soft and he carried it to Casala and started rubbing his friends cheek against Casala's, motioning for Casala to make a happy sound.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:26 am
The strips are uneven, but they should do for the task she has in mind for them. Sitting down on the large skeleton's spine, and weaving her legs together with their knees out so she's carefully perched, she fetches a spool of thick black thread from a pouch on her belt and starts sewing the strips around the edge of the hole, lining it for the future weather it will have to endure. She plans for a covering on the inside of unique home that Rath's made for himself, one that can be slid to the side when Rath starts a fire. Teaching him to do so will be interesting.
She watches Rath examine himself, and his puzzled look prompts her to try and explain what she means. She opens her mouth to speak and immediately shuts it again when Rath leaned over and rubbed his face against the portion of her sash that's just below chest level, the rest out of range unless he dipped his head lower to nuzzle that which is around her waist. He makes that odd sound again, and that combined with the akwardness of the moment, for her, makes her cheeks burn with a dark grey. "Ah... Thank you, Rath. I'll try to work on that," she mutters while fighting against the urge to scoot back, or forward. Frankly, she's not sure what to do at the moment. Then she finds one of the few unmoldy parts of Rath's toy being rubbed against one of her cheeks, the corresponding eye shutting to avoid contact as the other looks to Rath's hand motions. Right... Well, she did ask. She tries to purr again, doing a bit better this time, her tongue's vibrations improving.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:12 am
Rath listened and leaned in closer to hear Casala's happy sound, and there it was, sorta like his, but maybe that's how Casala did it? Rath clapped his hands together, smiled and nodded, then got his little squishy friend and clapped its hands together to and sat it down.
Rath hadn't had many others over before, in fact, apart from the man in black he hadn't had anyone before. It was kind of different, nice, even if they dropped in his drink and cut holes in his house. Rath fed the hot place some more plants and sat comfortably down in his fuzzy skins and smiled.
Rath soon realised that it was quiet and he blinked and looked around. He was looking for something for Casala, something for it to do. Casala asked a lot of things, but not now. So rath sat himself by Casala and spent some time watching Casala and trying to figure things out.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:25 am
There, that should do the trick. Eirnae returns her needle, which was a dagger, to her bracer and fastens the flap of her belt pouch. After a quick check to make sure everything is in its place, she slowly gets back to her feet and turns around to start climbing back down the side of Rath's house.
She'd smiled at Rath's clapping, and giggled when Rath made his toy also clap. Her cheeks have lost most of their blush by now, as she realizes in full Rath's childlike nature, and remembers how curious she was about everything when she was little.
When Rath starts to look around, she does too. She's not quite sure what they are looking for, though. She spots a pile of furs stuffed into the opposite side of the room, and points over to it. "Are those soft, too?" she asks quietly, deciding that since Rath likely hasn't had many visitors, she'd best keep her voice down while here. She wonders if Rath knows how to prepare furs like Eirnae is starting to teach her.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:53 am
Rath blinked at the sound Casala made when he clapped his squishy friends hands together. It sounded like laughing but in a funny way. Rath smiled and was continuing his watching of Casala. He heard shuffling above and guessed Eirnae was bored of wrecking his home, bout time, Eirnae was gonna get a smack soon.
Rath looked over at the fuzzy skins Casala pointed to and nodded, they were soft. Rath got up and moved his way over and picked up as many as he could and wobbled his way back to where Casala was by the hot place. He laid them out a bit and walked over to Casala and took its hand in his and got Casala to stand. Rath flopped down on the fuzzy skins and pulled Casala down onto them beside him. Rath smiled and wriggled around and got comfy, they felt nice and soft and fluffy. He began to purr and curled up and watched Casala to see how it liked it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:16 am
It doesn't take long for Eirnae to reach the ground again and walk around to crawl back inside the dwelling. She goes around the new piling of furs, though she does lift an eyebrow at the sight of Casala and Rath basically snuggled up together on said furs. The corner of her mouth that is opposite the two Pae'il curves up in a smirk as she gets to her feet to look up at the hole in the ceiling critically. Hrm... She's going to have to use more leather for this. She moves over into the space the furs had occupied and sits down in much the same position as earlier, reaching into one of her belt's pouches to retreive a length of tanned animal skin that is far too wide to have fit in such a small pouch. She plucks her needle from her bracer again and calls it into its dagger form before she starts cutting at the leather with the memory of the circumfrance of the circle in the roof to guide her efforts.
How did her question lead to this? Casala had laid down on her side to avoid crushing a wing under her weight, and now finds herself face to face with someone she just met that day, both of them atop some very soft furs in a dark place... with her mother working on something in the corner. The world had become a strange, yet comfortable, place. She tries rubbing her cheek against the texture of a fur, purring as she does so to let Rath know she does like how that feels. She follows his example and tucks herself up like him, smiling as blue eyes meet red. "They are wonderful," she compliments after a couple of minutes of purring. "You hunted them yourself?" Some of the very dim auras about these furs speak of fear, and running from danger. Others of righteous fury and battle. "I wish I could tell you their tales."
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:35 am
Rath covers his mouth when Casala started purring, it was rather amusing to listen to. He grinned and watched Casala get comfortable and he heard Casala's question. Him? hunt fuzzy's? No, he hated fuzzy's, they were annoying and bit you, they were bad.... well cept for munchings.
Rath tapped casal on the head and got up and over to his drawings wall. There he pointed to the picture of the man in black shooting it's lil flying things into a fuzzy. It was the man in black that got them, not Rath.
Rath looked over at Eirnae and smirked and turned back to Casala. With his back turned to Eirnae, he grinned and then pointed to his eyes, and then to Eirnae. Rath wanted Casala to watch Eirnae, and with that he moved over to the entrance and disappeared outside. It wasn't till much later a green hand gently lifted the cover on the side of his home and Rath poked Eirnae in the butt with a stick and pulled it away quickly.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:38 am
(( Rollin', rollin', rollin'... See if the elf heard the Pae'il!
Rollin', rollin', rollin' .... poked rump!
Ah ha, a 20? Hrm... Well, she heard definately heard him. Let's see... ))
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 9:23 pm
Oooh... So the man in black hunted them for him. That made sense, since she's guessing that Rath hasn't been a teen for very long, or at least he doesn't act like he has. She lifts her eyebrows when she catches his smirk. What is he thinking? Following his hand signals to where Eirnae is seated, she smothers her laughter. She lays her head back down against the furs, using the crook of her arm for additional cushioning. If Rath manages to surprise Eirnae, it should be something to see.
Eirnae gives no indication that she even suspects Rath has left the confines of leather and bone, seemingly far too busy now weaving a needle and thread through a slightly oversized cover for the hole she'd cut into the ceiling. She's even started humming as she works.
It's not till the stick darts out from under the wall that she moves, pausing in her sewing to rock forward, avoiding the initial poke of the stick, then sitting down on the flat of it. She keeps the fruit of her labors clenched by her right hand as her left goes for the stick, gripping it even as Rath on the other end tries to tug it away. "If you'd like your roof repaired, Rath, I suggest you let go," Eirnae states flatly. She's all for encouraging stealth in a younger generation, but she's not willing to be prodded on the arse by that generation.
Casala cannot hold in her snicker, though she tries to bury it in the folds of the furs. Eirnae catches the sound and turns her attention that way. Casala doesn't catch her mother's raised brow nor the unspoken inquiry on her face, she's too busy hiding most of her face in the furs as she giggles. It's somehow very funny that Eirnae is sitting on a stick, and that Rath is on the other end. Casala picturing the possible look on Rath's face doesn't help cease her laughter, either.
Casala's mirth is contagious, and soon Eirnae's smiling, then chuckling. How do her children always manage to flip-flop her mood about like a ship on the sea? Eirnae lets go of the stick, rearranging her legs so she can get up and sit back down in a different spot so Rath can retreive his stick without trouble.
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