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 Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 6:17 pm
((Forgive me then, I had misread your earlier posts and it seemed to me that you were much closer to the equator then my pack was, not the other way around, my mistake.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 6:19 pm
((Miscommunication happens. Think nothing of it.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:19 pm
Everything was nearly finished; all it really took was dishing things out. Pulling a plate out for Wyvern, Link put on it his simple request . . . meat. Lifting the little kitten from his lap, she handed Wyvern his plate and utensils. She had what she was eating already at the counter so she would just remain standing to eat it.
Pouring the tea into a mug for Synrai, she glanced up to see him to have fallen asleep. She sighed sadly and set the cup aside for him when he awoke and poured herself some. Even without the ability to hear, Link could tell it was quiet. She sipped her tea slowly and held the warm cup in both of her hands.
After setting the mug down, she waved out to Wyvern, “So, how have you been lately? . . . And your brother – how’s he been?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:31 am
Wyvern glanced at Synrai before answering, noticing that his brother had fallen asleep again. Despite the fact that he was really hungry, he tried to be civil enough to actually use the utensils Link had given him. He took a small bite of meat.
"This is good!" he remarked. "I've been okay. I train most of the time, to get stronger. But I always try to make time for stuff I enjoy." He grinned.
"Synrai's the same as he's always been. He always sleeps a bit after a sparring match. Now I think on it, though, that does seem rather odd. I'm usually really tired right after a match, but given a few minutes I feel fine. Of course, Synrai's a bit older than me, so maybe that has something to do with it. Hmm..." Wyvern eyed his brother quizzically. "I dunno, I really don't actually talk with him much. He's either meditating, sleeping, visiting the Elves, or training with me."
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 11:25 am
Reyen had accidentally tuned out the talking of the others. he had started to deeply think about many things. He did that every so often. What things he thought about were usually random. The current events in Celestir, recent Tainted sightings, etcetera. He was mostly thinking about his own blood for now. He was the last of his bloodline. Would he die as the last? With his current lifestyle, yes. Did that really matter though? It's not like he had an obligation to anyone to continue the bloodline. "I should think of these matters on some different time. For I am now in the company of others."
Right when Reyen snapped out of his 'trance' he heard Wyvern describing his brother. "He seems... Focused on becoming stronger, and is cautious. And to make you stronger as well." Reyen said. A lot like him in his younger days. And now Reyen was even more intrigued with these two brothers. In many ways they resembled his younger days, yet it many others ways they didn't. was that the reason why they intrigued him so much? Who knows...
"What about you, Link?" Reyen asked a she looked in her direction so she could see his lips.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 9:36 pm
[Thank you for fixing my profile, Fenrys. 3nodding ]
Along the further wall of the herding fields is an arrangement of soapstone bowls that hold oil and large, floating flame. When an hour has passed one of the villagers either extinguishes a single bowl, or lights one. This is the only way the humans are able to tell time, by twelve miniature fires. Felda had walked outside with six of the bowls lit. When twelve were aflame she decided to have her lunch as the herd and goat began to doze after grazing so much. She kept her hand on the sandalwood herding staff as she eases down to sit against the dark boulder. With the staff staying upright and holding the lantern to illuminate a bit of her modest meadow, Felda pulls the basket into her lap and opens it up. She firstly removes the kettle, a cup, the little bag of sugar and the fire starting kit. There is always a small burning ring of twigs to start a fire, along with a short iron grate over it for cooking near each boulder as though it is custom. A quaky hand holds onto the small flint chunk, the other hand pauses with the palm-sized stone cradled. It seems as though the few sheep that are still awake hold their breath with the girl.
Relax, you've done this before. It's too early for any winds and you aren't even conjuring fire. You haven't in a year, you wouldn't start now.
This prompt thought urges Felda to finally strike that sharpened stone along the flint. A cluster of sparks pounce within the stack of dry twigs, she is rewarded with the birth of a warm fire. Setting aside the basket and taking a hold of the iron kettle to carry it down to the shallow pond Felda listens to her soft footsteps and the baaing herd. The shepherdess dips the kettle in the water; once it is full she returns to her herd and places the object over the heated grate. As she waits for the water to boil she slowly eats the slice of cheese.
The water bubbles and gurgles, encouraging Felda to grab the wooden handle so as to pour a cup. She adds in a black teabag with the few lumps of sugar, setting the cup down to let it marinate. A deep bleat causes her to flinch and nearly knock down her herding staff and lantern. The burly goat has wandered over once getting a whiff of the sugar. With an apologetic expression within her shadowed cloak hood, the shepherdess breaks off some bread from the loaf in the basket to offer it to him. The goat perks his floppy ears and sniffs at the offering gingerly. He stretches forth his lips to tug firstly at the chunk of bread, then plunges his elongated mouth into it. Felda smiles softly and gets a pleased expression as the goat's beard tickles her palm. Once the treat is no more he bleats again and wanders off to check on the ewes. The shepherdess munches on the rest of the bread, waiting for her tea to get flavor and cool. From afar another torch is burnt out along the stone wall. When two more torches have been snuffed she can excuse herself from herding and get home to help her grandmother with anything. Another festival would be occurring in later hours, with performers and free foods. It is not the same festival that literally scarred her. Instead it is a festival to honor the village's finished construction; known as Rizane's Bloom.
If I can enjoy the Bloom, I can find my Fire again.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 10:37 pm
Link nodded at what Wyvern said. Synrai seemed like a lonely person trying to cover up by making himself busy. She wondered why someone would do something like that; try to hide themselves. It made no sense to her, but probably helped Synrai in a way, so she left it alone.
Link looked to Reyen as he asked his question and shrugged.
“I do what I can. Combat and self protection doesn’t come easy for me because I can’t hear. Strange how the loss of one sense can screw everything up. Though I can’t hear, my body makes up for what I lack making my eyesight and other things better. I don’t know too many people really, except Wyvern and Synrai, so I don’t have someone to test my fighting, really. I kind of keep to myself and being social is quite literally something I can’t do.”
Link looked to Wyvern as suggestion that he translate should Reyen need it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 7:03 am
Wyvern was obliged to translate again for Reyen. He considered the oldest dragon's words earlier. Yes, Synrai did seem rather focused on a goal. He smiled, and took a last bite of venisen. The food had disappeared rather quickly off his plate.
"You know, you could train with us," remarked Wyvern. "I know I could always use the extra practice, and I'm sure Synrai wouldn't mind." An idea struck him.
"Hey, does anyone want to go flying? I usually have to go by myself--but I really enjoy it," he looked at the group hopefully. "After everyone's done eating of course." He added quickly. It would be quite rude to rouse everyone off of their plates when they had barely started in. He cursed his penchant for eating too quickly.
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Axys quickly memorized Suriken's map before starting off on the journey. It would be unwise to fly on Cerberus, because they wanted to avoid being seen at all costs. Axys snorted. It was all right. He was nearly as fast on the ground as he was atop Cerberus anyway. The summoner felt adrenaline course through his veins, heightening his awareness. For the first time in many months, he felt the excitement of the hunt.
Very soon, his lord would grant him his desire, and he would come back to his world, Nathoran, not as an accursed summoner, but as a king. This knowledge quickened his footsteps, so that he flew like lightning through the bushes and trees completely silent. He looked behind him for an instant, checking to see if Suriken was there.
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Synrai woke with a start, his eyes wide with fear. He had let himself fall asleep again in meditation. He had felt something though, at the edge of his perception, just out of reach. A familiar presence, and one that made heart give a jolt. He put a hand over his chest briefly, before reaching automatically for the tea Link had given him and draining it in one gulp.
Perhaps it had only been a dream, he reasoned. Still, it was probably time for him to take his leave....
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 9:21 am
Link smiled a bit and nodded.
“Actually, training with you guys would be great. I of course would get my butt kicked by Synrai but, it’s worth a shot.”
She took another sip of tea and continued eating, not taking her eyes away from the boy’s moving lips.
“Hmm. I haven’t been flying in a long while, from what I remember. I’ll come, just give me a minute.”
Sudden movement from Synrai called Link’s attention to him. He was awake now but seemed to have a shocked, sort of frightened, look on his face. She was unsure if the others had caught it before it left, but she saw it. Link was tempted to ‘say’ something as he drank the tea but really, there was nothing to say.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 2:37 pm
"Great!" Wyvern said happily. He was looking forward to flying. He always loved the feel of the wind under his wings, and the sight of the open sky. Oblivious as usual, he noticed that Synrai was now awake. He proceeded to explain everything to his older brother, and wondered if he'd like to accompany them as they flew. Synrai, his thoughts still elsewhere, took a moment to answer.
"As...interesting... as that sounds," he said, his voice quiet and his tone steady, "I have other things to do at the moment. I should probably be leaving, actually." With that, he calmly rose from his seat. "I thank you for your hospitality, Link. I quite enjoyed the tea." He bowed a little at the waist, out of politeness. He nodded to Reyen, and turned towards the door.
He'd felt that presence before, and whether or not he'd imagined it, it didn't hurt to be sure. Someone like that on Celestir did not bode well... especially if....
A little bit disappointed, Wyvern could only stare at his brother. What in the name of Azura was wrong with him? Wyvern sighed. He supposed it was none of his business.... as usual...
"We'll see you later then," he mumbled. He supposed he had expected something like this to happen...
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:56 am
Link bid Synrai adieu and looked to Wyvern. She could see Wyvern’s disappointment in his elder brother in his eyes. She supposed she was a bit disappointed in him as well. It was a sort of abandoned feeling and she knew Wyvern probably felt this emotion tenfold. With a small sigh, Link put the empty dishes in her wash bin.
Smiling, Link went to Wyvern in an attempt to cheer him up a bit.
“You said you wanted to go flying? Come on, then. Let’s go.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 12:38 pm
Reyen looked over at Wyvern as he deciphered what Link had said. Did he not say he already understood what she was saying? He must have forgotten to when he 'Zoned Out' earlier. "Thanks, Wyvern, but I can understand her." And then his thoughts went to the training part. He had not trained in some time, well, with other people. It might have been good for him to get some training with these people in. Of course, if Synrai would allow that.
Although Reyen was interested in flying, he was, by far, more interested in being with Synrai at the moment. "Hey, Synrai, you don't mind if I tag along with you, do you?" Reyen thought of the possibilities. "Perhaps he's going to..." Reyen though, but dismissed it. Whatever it was, hopefully he'd find out soon.
Reyen looked at Synrai and gave a small. He'd probably say no, but ho well. Can't blame Reyen for trying.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 3:21 pm
Synrai had just opened the door when he heard Reyen's request to come with him. Perhaps.... Synrai considered that Reyen might be useful, especially if... he pushed that thought aside.
As much as he disliked having anyone involved in his own problems, Synrai thought it foolish to refuse. It wasn't as if Reyen couldn't just leave any time he wanted to, and there was still a chance that the presence he had felt had been his imagination. He spoke to Reyen without turning around, pausing in the doorframe.
"If you wish to come, you may," Synrai began hesitantly, still considering alternative options. Finding none, he continued. "I only ask that you leave if I tell you to, no matter the circumstances." With that vague request, he ended, and walked outside, breathing the fresh air and calming his nerves.
Perhaps it wasn't even him. If nothing came of this, he could continue his trip to the Elvish kingdom....
Synrai paused for a moment. The presence had been headed towards the Elven lands anyway. With inhuman agility, he leaped to the highest branch of an old oak, waiting for Reyen.
Wyvern stood as the two of them left, grinning at Link.
"Okay," he said happily. "Where do you want to go?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 6:53 pm
"Good." Reyen thought. Although the idea of flying did sound tempting, this was by far more. But now he would be travelling in the company of another, if only for a short amount of time. "Agreed". Reyen replied to Synrai, when he asked that he leave if asked to. He was very interested in being there but had no intention to be there if it... Upset Synrai if he was.
Just before Reyen left the house he looked back at Wyvern and Link. "Thank you for your hospitality." Reyen said, giving a slight bow. "Have fun." With that Reyen leapt away, high up into the tree where Synrai was. And much like Synrai, he did it with the slightest of ease.
Reyen landed on a branch next to the one Synrai was one. "After you." He replied calmly. He'd be able to easily keep up with him, most likely.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 7:30 pm
Link smiled back at the younger dragon and shrugged.
“Anywhere. You choose.”
Link looked to the water bucket next to the fire and manipulated the water to flow from the bucket around the burning logs. The fire died quickly and Link was still able to put the water back in the bucket untainted.
Holding out her arm for Wyvern to take she motioned, “Let’s go!”
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