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 Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 8:19 pm
Spring. Was it the emergence of greenery and the warming of feathers that welled up energy and raised one’s spirits to the skies above that worked hand in hand to bring about the season of newly founded couples. Every Sentinel, young and old, broke through the lonely frost of winter, the unfortunates that, while huddled alone in their dens all winter, contemplated their lives and the loneliness of snowy solitude. And here they met, magnetized and brimming with the lovebirds, all a twitter and a gesture of modesty and tender affections. It was inspiring!!
Smiling, Sequoia had landed for a break between territories, having been looking into a few dyes for himself and also some new flowering plants that he could bring home as references to paint on a potential later. As he perched, he found himself in what seemed to be the newly designated area for couples. They often changed, the younger ones wishing to go where they’re parents and the older, stricter, Sentinels could not pressure upon them. Free from restrains to love and let love.
Ah, how sweet.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 4:30 pm
 Sequoia wasn't the only one watching the younglings and their new friends. One pair of sharp golden eyes was wherever there was action, cataloguing and memorizing and following all the action that was the hot gossip of the forest.
Iennta settled herself comfortably on her pine bough and watched a few of the couples flirt idly, making note of who was currently toying with whom, and who was stepping out with whom. It was essential, particularly since she was on assignment at the moment. Find a few elligible and savoury bachelors for Lady Periodot's niece. She supposed it could be harder. Magnolia was very pretty. But there was...a bit of trouble.
Most of the young lads seemed engaged with some girl or another. So Iennta was checking up on a few of those she had catalogued. It wasn't looking good.
Sighing to herself and then hissing a command for her two Parus to stop bickering in a bush, she idly scanned the woods and caught sight of Sequoia. She knew him, and knew of the horrible tragedy surrounding his mate, ah, what was her name? Goldenlily or something of that nature. Yellowlily. Involved lilies and some ochre colour. But he had never remated, never even expressd interest.
Perhaps it was time for him to move on. Or perhaps it was time for her to chat and see if he knew of any bachelor friends. Even Iennta had some degree of tact.
Oh, ho, ho ho.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:14 pm
The air was honey-sweet with nearby honeysuckles, wafting in the humidity of spring and waving in the cooling breeze. It was inspiring, the sights and sounds, and he took in the imagery that was dotted by romancing couples. A young wild type and a ghost were nuzzling nearby, preening far past the need for feather upkeep and sharing from a branch of ripening fruit, taking care to feed each other.
“It’s so lovely outside.” Amberlilly breathed out, spotted chest heaving in the deep scent of dew.
“Ah-huh.” Sequoia replied, close to her side as he looked up to the sky, watching time spend itself as they lazily let it pass. It was spring and he was aware of the time. Gossip among the other males was either between that of graduation and the females of their class. Meek, Sequoia glanced at his childhood friend, feeling his eartuffs twitch.
“It’s almost surreal. Isn’t it?” Amber turned to look at him, shaking Sequoia from his admiring gaze, feeling guilty for staring at her. Startled, he nodded despite not knowing the question.
“…with graduation so close, you know?” Amber added, catching his confusion.
“oh, OH, ye-ye-yes. It ce-tainly is close.” He said, his heat thudding from subsiding surprise. It was getting close. In a few days, they would be graduated, going their separate ways. He knew Amber was adventurous and she was certainly going to go for the Scout career she had been looking into. The idea of his friend leaving to only come home once in a while torn at him with desperate urgency for action.
Looking out, he watched as a branch swayed nearby, a plump berry dangling from it’s limb. An offering for him. For them. Smiling, he stretched out his neck and plucked the berry into his beak.
Turning, he felt panic.
“A…Ah..Am..ber?”
The ruby-tinted Sentinel turned her attention to him, looking at his expression.
“Hungry?” He asked.
Smiling, she reached out. He could almost feel time slow down as her beak slipped into his and took away the fruit. Eating it down, she nodded. “You’re sweet.”
Sequoia curled into himself, huffing off a sigh that made him feel and look twice his age. It wouldn’t be long now since it happened.
Note from the Herald: Is Amber dyed? ("ruby painted") Because most fledglings aren't. A fledgling might get a dye job in time for graduation, but a scout-wannabe would keep it toned down and stay away from bright colour. I might just misunderstand what you're trying to say but I wanted to point it out.
FIXED!
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 1:57 pm
She almost didn’t want to interrupt whatever musings the fellow was pursuing. Almost. Iennta’s tact didn’t quite stretch that far. Spreading her wings, she dropped lightly from the branch and skirted a few trees currently populated with happy couples, taking care to breeze past a few cross-type pairs and ‘tsk’ loudly as she did so. Call her old-fashioned, but Iennta didn’t truck with such silliness.
She reached Sequoia soon enough, with a sudden happy realization. Amberlilly. Keeping that to herself for now, she alighted on a branch just near enough to be able to chat without raising her voice, just far enough as to not be invading his personal space. And she hooted softly, to let him know where she was and that she was asking for his attention.
“Such a lovely night, Sequoia, is it not?” she began breezily, taking care not to mention the couples for the time-being.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:15 pm
The repetition of the same verse AmberLilly used, to some extent spoken word for word, startled Sequoia from his recycled memories and he perked up, alert and eartuffs up. He suddenly felt he had gone too far in thought that he forgot that he was speaking with someone and forgot he was with someone. Use to this, he quickly answered with a ‘Oh yes. It truly is a lovely night.’ To cover up that he hadn’t been paying much attention. When reality dawned slowly, he looked about, realizing with a good deal of delay that he certainly had not come with anyone and did not have any recollection of who he had met. When his eyes spotted Iennta, he breathed out.
He knew Iennta exactly for the fact that she was a woman from his own heart, a romantic he felt that only sought others to have happiness. She also had very unique and, he admitted, very darling dye work that made him envious of the artisan that made it so vivid in color. Iennta was unique in her appearance and he felt a sort of respect for someone to challenge the typical color schemes. He wished more Sentinels loved them because he always wanted to tested new colors and found that he was restricted by the preferences of the clan.
Despite the gossip and commonly shared shivers that other Sentinels had for Iennta, he had remained tolerant or maybe ignorant of the entire shared judgment. He didn’t see it and only wondered why everyone else seemed to avoid a Sentinel who only went about with the best intentions. It was as if the entire clan was against the prospect of love and partnership and surely if they knew better and felt love, they would be rushing to Iennta’s aid.
“Oh, Iennta. Good night.” He said, giving welcomes. “I did not hear you. I was out in thought.” He apologized, easing back and scooting down the branch to welcome her closer. Unlike other Sentinels, Sequoia had a natural preference to be closer to the people he spoke with and had no personal space requirements. In fact, he had no personal space whatsoever. “How have you been?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 6:32 pm
It had never quite made sense to Iennta how Sequoia had never, ever looked around in horror when he had seen her coming. The gregarious old female had quite happily taken on her role as Noctua's self-appointed organizer, but she tended to expect resistance among those she tried to organize. Sequoia had never offered that. And instead he was here, being polite to her, treating her as an old friend. She had to admit she liked that. Smiling and nodding to him, she opened her wings and glided over to the spot he offered her on the branch, turning so she was facing the same direction as he was after she had perched.
"Of course, of course," she said in warm response to his apology, finding herself rummaging in her little pouch for anything nice to offer him. But alas, she had nothing but a few river-rocks she had traded a fertility charm for, and those weren't very edible. So instead she settled happily, rearranging her wings and looking out over the forest again. "We all think a bit too deeply sometimes, eh?" She laughed, and then addressed the question.
"Eeh, I'm doing quite well for my weary old wings, quite well." Most Sentinels, hearing fit old Iennta complain about creaking wings and tired feathers, would have laughed aloud. Short of the Scouts and Rangers, few Sentinels moved about as much as the old matchmaker did, and Iennta was always on the move. But complaining, like meddling, was ingrained in her. "But I'm actually in a bit of a bind, you see."
She looked at the couples, inclined her head to gesture to them, and then sighed dramatically. "Miss Periodot the bard has asked me to help find some nice lads for her neice, Magnolia. Thing is, she couldn't have asked at a worse time, since all the young males are out there being foolish already." Looking at the cross-type couple, she clicked her beak in disgust and then looked back at Sequoia. "You wouldn't happen to know any fetching young fellows for me to introduce to her, would you?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 8:32 pm
Sequoia watched the couples and kept his beak shut when Iennta made a verbal snap at her beak when regarding the mixes. He knew that she was customary to the old beliefs and disliked intermingling. Understanding this and not one for conflict, he had only made one quip about his opinion on the matter and left it to rest then and there. Seeing as Amberlilly was a wildtype and he was a deepwoods, they were of different orgins and despite not having been mated together, he was sure they would have gone along fine irregardless of that detail. Sadly, he would never be proved right.
Listening, he smiled at Iennta. “Oh, Iennta. You are hardly that old. You’re as spirited as a spring fledgling.” He said, commenting her. He had often seen her busy flying here and there, talking to many people at once, to the point that Sequoia felt exhausted just noticing her move about. It was amazing someone her age had such energy and he guessed it was will, perseverance, and a love of one’s job that kept her going. He hoped to have that same energy when he was her age. Not that she was too old!
Noticing her worry, he listened and nodded as he looked about. “The young males certainly are doing their best to impress. Still, I do not know who Magnolia is, but I don't know why she would need any help. I’m sure if she showed herself more often, she’d have a slew of suitors.” He said, and then considered a few rambunctious males talking to a group of females. Now thinking about it, this Miss Peridot probably didn’t want to subject her niece to this type of treatment. Still, courting was so magical! It was the love that built up and showed itself in lover’s affections. Arranging seemed, to him, a bit wrong. Then again, he wasn’t opposed to pushing lovers together and hoping sparks would fly.
“Well, I haven’t talked to too many people as of late. I don’t know who’s already taken and who’s with whom now. Not to mention that I don't know too many people. I've only met a few bards as of yet, but not enough to know who's with who. I'm afraid I'm very much lacking on the newest gossip. Paron."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 8:22 am
Sequoia was right; Iennta was a traditionalist. Though in certain cases, she might actually invite a young Sentinel of different type to visit another one, these cases were rare, as Iennta never truly believed that aberrant pairings could produce the same healthy offspring as their true-to-type counterparts. Oh, type aberrants were a bit of a different case, but these cross-type younglings...oh, no. Those wouldn't do for Iennta. No indeed.
She looked up when Sequoia complemented her and laughed, though she coudln't help but sleek her feathers in half-pleased embarrassment. "You certainly know how to flatter an old biddy like me," she said fondly, fluffing out her feathers again and smiling at Sequoia before turning her head back out to the pairs. Sequoia's words did not necessarily relieve her burden, but at the same time, they didn't do much to discourage her. "Magnolia's a good girl, from what I've seen. Silly little thing with no interest in males for the longest time, but she's grown up into a fetching young teacher," she rambled a bit, looking around at the pairs and wondering how many of them would last.
"Oh, gossip! So overrated for finding things out!" Iennta cried delightedly, turning to look at Sequoia with an unsettlingly bright grin on her face. "After all, I know all the gossip and I'm still here. Eeh! What I really need is a good inside source. One of those silly bards of yours, perhaps," she said thoughtfully, nibbling on one of her talons as she mused. Then she looked at Sequoia and smiled, somewhat softly.
"A fine lad such as yourself, why, barely half my age if you're a day," she laughed a bit. "You should be off making friends, chatting. Perhaps," she teased lightly, "I should arrange some introductions for you, kind sir. All those lovely manners, all that lovely dye, and no friends? Pish posh!" And for once in her life, with remarkable sensitivity, Iennta was thinking only of this other Sentinel's well-being. Poor lonely Sequoia, she knew quite a bit about him but less about his friend Rosinweed, and both were much too quiet since the accident. Life, after all, went on. Sequoia should have more friends. It didn't do to be lonely.
You ended up with too much time on your claws...and then you turned into a Iennta.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 8:03 pm
It was always an interesting thought when Sequoia led himself to muse about how it would be like to be like Iennta. It wasn’t so much as a desire as it was something to think about, as Sentinel’s often did, when you saw someone being happy and wondered why. Right off was knowing a lot more than most Sentinel’s did. To know who was who, their personalities, to met so many interesting people, he was sure she had the best job satisfaction than anyone around. Then again, for Sequoia, he believed that since Iennta seemed to know everything about everyone, she must have loads of friends. It was also nice to think that everyone knew of Iennta. You spoke her name and he people listened (and looked around quickly as if they might be struck down by the Sky Fiend). That sort of notoriety was very alluring to Sequoia, who often would have to say his name three times when talking to a Sentinel before they went, “…Oh!” As if they suddenly knew who he was, but really were just not willing to admit they knew nothing about him and instead were being polite.
Then it was that she always seemed to be helping people (name by helping them towards other people she was helping). She was providing a service to Noctua by helping yearning Sentinels find love. Despite what most sensible Sentinels thought of courting, he though it was divine and should deserve attention. Most bards sang songs of stories and history, but Sequoia sang about love songs and couples and all the trials one went through when finding a mate. Since common thought was that it wasn’t a ‘sensible’ or ‘useful’ thing to sing about, he usually sang by himself. (These were also the Sentinels who believed singing about anything was not ‘sensible’ or ‘useful’.)
Because of this, Sequoia had little thoughts of flying around, nudging people and being very popular. Maybe be invited to a few hunting trips or to dinner. Lovely thoughts that he thought Iennta would and probably did often.
When he listened to her, he was very surprised about the gossip news. He had been under the impression that gossip, though he was obliged to say it was bad to do, was still valuable when it happened to be heard. The artisan didn’t hear much but once he did, he always felt he was in one some great secret and liked that intimacy in being involved in something that another fifty Sentinels knew (in fifty different versions). He felt deflated when he heard it did not good and watched what little, outdated gossip he knew be tossed out. Useless.
It was then that he noticed the smile and he flustered when Iennta brought her attention to him. “Oh, that wont’ be necessary. I’m hardly one for it. I’m far too old to be playing those games and far too busy. With dyeing and keeping up with finding new Gatherers for me, I wouldn’t have time to entertain someone. I’d only be a heartbreak and then what sorta of friendship would we have if I hurt one of your seeking hopefuls?” He said, giving her a very nervous smile.
“As for the bards…” Sequoia continued, quick to leave the subject behind them, “….I didn’t do quite well with the ones at the Theater, but I am going to go soon. I could try and see if anyone would want to help you there. However, I did meet a very nice bard by the name of Fjord. A positive delight to talk to and shinning manners. He’d outshine me, sure of that. Very approachable. Anyone would be so lucky to have him about.” He said, wondering if he did right in not speaking as highly about the bard as he would have liked.
“Aside from that, I don’t have much to give. I…..could help if you wanted. I mean, aside from my own dye work.” He said, not wanting to go against his word about being busy and thus not able to go out courting. “Though I can’t say I’m be much of a help. It’s been a while since I’ve done any courting myself and as I remember, I wasn’t very good at it.” He said with a very self-amused laugh.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:31 am
If Iennta had known Sequoia's inner thoughts, oh how she would have laughed. Her job, in her head, was by no means glamorous. It was the one that only she had the guts and will to do, certainly, but it wasn't something she could take lightly. Most Sentinels these days didn't know what was good for them. She had come across a surprising number of young adults who, as far as she could tell, were trying their hardest to run the society into the ground. Cross-type aberrants, same-sex pairings...was it so hard for two wildtypes to take a liking to each other and settle down? Was it really? Ah well. That was what Iennta was for. If the stupid young things couldn't figure it out for themselves, she'd have to figure it out for them.
And just because it was her duty didn't mean it was any fun. Iennta had long since become impervious to the whispers and glances, and the fact that about ninety percent of Noctua's population fled when they saw Chitter or Chatter, or when they heard the clacking of her beads. But it was for their own good, and she'd be damned if she didn't keep up what she felt was a lifelong, essential service to the clan.
Oops. She had upset him. Twice. Startled out of her own reverie by Sequoia's discomfort, she pulled her eartufts back and considered a reply. After a moment, she decided it was best to address his second problem and leave the first one be. After all, to put that first problem right, she would have had to tell Sequoia that he couldn't believe gossip because almost all of it came from Iennta, and about half of that was made-up by Iennta. The rest, as far as she could tell, was about Iennta. So gossip was no good. But, of course, as a matter of pride, she could never admit that.
Which left the apparent misunderstanding. She hadn't actually (for once) been talking about finding a mate for Sequoia. That would have been tasteless. But finding a friend? Perhaps that would be easier...? "Ah, no no no!" she said brightly. "Sir Sequoia, you do misunderstand me! All I meant was a bit of a coalition, perhaps of bored bachelors like yourself? Somebody to talk to!" Who doesn't live in a tree and fear the world, she added silently. A lonely hearts club, was what she was suggesting, though she'd never openly admit that.
And as Sequoia shifted the conversation, she inclined her head and returned to listening. So he knew the bards, but perhaps was not...on good terms with them. That was interesting. Iennta wondered a bit about this, but shrugged it off and considered Sequoia's suggestion. She knew of Fjord, a bit of an odd bird, but good at his barding. He himself was a cross-type aberrant, poor thing, and Iennta was (for once) glad to find a male who didn't seem to be at all interested in finding a mate.
And then Sequoia's last suggestion made her smile and give a hoot of surprise that she quickly turned into delighted laughter. "An assistant?" she asked, seeming more excited now than she had since she discovered that Miss Periodot had a job for her. "Well, I'd certainly love that, Sequoia!" she said, leaning in and nipping lightly at one of his eartufts in happy excitement. "That sounds a brilliant idea!"
Oh, she was excited now!
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 7:14 pm
Sequoia curled a bit, smiling and giving a light chuckle at the excited affections of Iennta, who seemed to have been given a spark of life at the suggestion of help. Though ‘assistant’ was one thing that made him feel very young, (Ok, he was young, but he still FELT old), he did like the idea of having something new to spice up his life. Dying only offered a certain amount of things to do and when no one was around to dye, he was left waiting for new customers. It was the reason he practiced singing, yet with his recent failures in starting out with the best talons forward at the Theater, he liked having the option of doing something else. The bard thing, as much as he wished deeply to be part of it, might not be something for him.
“Iennta, your flustering me.” He chuckled as she finished her preening and let him compose himself. How he liked such closeness from others. He hated how some Sentinels would not even go near another. Why be so cold?!
“I’ll try my best you help you. Mind you, I haven’t had your experience in this game, so I certainly will not be as skilled as you. At least I can help with your cause. I do appreciate how you bring young couples together.” He said, open about his thoughts.
“Now about these bored bachelors. Hmm. I’d have to say if you were doing it for my benefit or to keep yourself from flying too far from finding the available males to help your courting causes. I guess if I can pick who is still available, I’ll try and bring them together, though I’ve never been the type to organize a group. Seems something a Scout or Hunter would do.” Speaking of which….
“..and I can’t guarantee the most of the bachelors would come. You know how some of them are.” In this he meant he friend Sly, who seemed to think the idea of courting as a waste of time, though Sequoia felt it was just pure apprehension and nerves.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 8:49 am
Iennta laughed at the happy bard-artisan, rousing her feathers and then settling down to preen a wing, the beads on her kerchief clacking and clicking all around. She listened to what he had to say and flicked her eartufts every now and again. The fact that he was offering to organize things for her was boding well. And if he was interested in learning, well...truly, there was nothing necessarily wrong with her training up at least one bird to carry on with the business when she finally went back to Noctua (not that that'd be any time soon, certainly. Iennta intended to live forever and had gotten a reasonably good start on it for one who wasn't a Mystic or Ageless). Even if he weren't a female, she did know that Sequoia was one of the chatty ones.
And for a moment, she wondered briefly about him and what that meant for him....about him in general. He was a peculiar sort, this gent. Very full of flamboyant happiness, and so much more frivolous than the vast majority of Noctua, he was intrinsically likeable. And Iennta rather liked intrinsically likeable Sentinels. Particularly since she wasn't one of them herself. Having an assistant like Sequoia would be very helpful in her hunts, yes indeed. Particularly if he kept up with the enthusiasm he had right now.
But she couldn't help wondering how it was that Sequoia hadn't managed to realize that the vast majority of Noctua was terrified of her....or rather, was terrified that she'd come and interrupt their lives. She liked doing that, meddling. But ah well. If he didn't hate her, then she had a very useful ally. And so she tuned back in just in time to listen to Sequoia begin his musings on the other bachelor males. Oh, she did know how some of them were. Some Sentinels just weren't social. Others were plain nasty. And she suspected that Sequoia was talking about the latter group.
"Eeh," she said amiably. "We don't need all of them to come all the time. I can always find them if I need them." And here she laughed, a strong undercurrent of barely-contained madness in the sound. Iennta was, well...never all there to begin with. And it only got worse with age.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 6:10 pm
He smiled at her, though felt vaguely awkward at her laughing. She always seemed very jubilant, though for reasons he never seemed to gather. Maybe she was born with an ingrain happiness, which certainly wasn’t bad. If anything, he was a bit envious of that. To be happy enough to burst out in loud laughter was one of those things anyone would want. Right?
As was finished, he gave himself a very nervous laugh and perked up once more. “Like I said, I guess I don’t get what I’m exactly suppose to be doing, though I’m more than happy to help. Just tell me exactly, and I’ll work to the best of my ability.” He hoped. He wasn’t the search and gather type, nor was he the type of Sentinel to interact well. His main interactions were between his customers and Rosinweed and though he loved his chats with Rosinweed, she really wasn’t the best conversationalist.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 5:52 pm
"Well," Iennta answered thoughtfully, laying her eartufts back while she considered what her job really entailed. "I wouldn't ever ask you to do the difficult bits, the matching," she said, giving Sequoia a warm smile and then going on. "But my work is really that of a Watcher, when it all comes down to it." She shuffled her weight as she considered the ways to frame her reply. "What would be really useful to me is for you to keep those nice young eyes open and listen to the gossip." Realizing what she had said about gossip earlier, she laughed.
"Don't necessarily believe all of it, remember my dear that gossip is often made up on the spot, but certainly keep an ear open for any interesting news. Just see if you can't keep track of which nice Sentinels are looking for mates, or which ones are unmated. After all, even if they aren't looking for love, perhaps love can find them, hmm?" In the form of Iennta, no less, but she refrained from saying so. Smiling, the old bird settled back down and looked at Sequoia. "Just watching and listening is quite enough. And I'll see what I can do about finding you unmated gents some sort of interesting thing to do." Nodding amiably, she preened her wings and then shrugged. "Observation, my dear, is what a true matchmaker does most."
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 10:38 am
Sequoia felt like had when he was younger with a teacher and since Iennta was older than he was, it wasn’t hard to see her as such. Already it seemed like his knowledge and his world was expanding. Something new to do and almost an adopted quest to make Noctua better by brining couples together. It felt more productive and life changing than putting paint on feathers. He had never been good at hunting and wasn’t able to see himself as a Scout. He partially regretted not contributing more, and at times, felt his job was minor when with more traditional Sentinels, so the little added on skill seemed very rewarding to him.
“That …sounds simple enough. I’ll try my best and keep my eyes and ears open.” He said, giving her an approving little bob of his head. It was exciting to have something new to do to fill his time. He wondered, slightly, if Rosinweed could somehow be brought in to Iennta’s aid. Not now, but after a bit, he wondered about talking to her about it. Someone who was nice, understanding, patient, and wouldn’t mind helping Rosinweed. If anything, as a Watcher under Iennta’s cause, he would also scout out for potentials for her. It was so sad that Rosinweed never experienced the heart-tearing torments of love.
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