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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 3:20 am
 It was a warm summer night near the lake. It was quiet. Maybe even too quiet. Only crickets could be heard and the sounds they made were relaxing and quiet. Like a slow melody. There was a light and warm breeze. It was messing Cold's feathers and bringing even more warmth to his body. He was on one of the highest branches of his favourite tree. Next to him, hiding in the warmth of his grey feathers, was his mus- Blackmuzzle. It seemed that the warmth made the small creature fall asleep easily or maybe it was just tired from a whole day gathering little fruits and juicy bugs.
Cold looked at the little mus and all the other companions he'd raised and sighed. Being a keeper wasn't easy. Especially if you loved companions as much as he did. He knew that many lives depend on his care and his aim was to find homes for each one of these little creatures. Not any homes though- the sentinel was always really careful with who he gave a mus to. Every time he made sure that he was giving a mus to somebody who'd take care of it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 1:48 pm
There was supposed to be a Serpe Keeper near the lake, but Craneberry had no clue where her territory was located and couldn't even remember what the lady was called. The obvious solution was to ask the first Watcher she saw, but it hadn't worked out quite as planned. The young Wildtype Watcher was very enthusiastic and chatty and helpful, but Craneberry couldn't help but feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sheer force of her personality. And since Mulberry had been kind enough to offer to take her to the nearest keeper she didn't have the heart to tell her that she was looking for a specific one.
Craneberry followed the other female, slowly losing hope of getting to meet the Serpe keeper tonight. Perhaps if she excused herself as soon as she could? But she supposed she could take a look at this Keeper's wares first.((OOC: Godmoding a little with Pearly's permission to get things started more quickly))
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 9:29 pm
(Annchen godmoded Mulberry with permission) "It's right up ahead!" Mulberry cheerfully called back towards the Ghost, and made a slight turn to come at the Keeper's territory from a better angle. She was looking forward to this on a personal level - this specific Mus keeper was one that she hadn't had much chance to speak with, but she had gathered that he was quite passionate about his little creatures. It was always exciting to meet someone like that: they might be just as inclined to talk about Mus at length as she was. But of course, first of all she would let this Miss Craneberry finish her business with him. Of course. No harm in hanging back, though, and wait for a chance to ask some questions. She didn't have any specific place to be right now, anyway. "Annnd here we are!" she declared, as she landed on a branch right at the edge of the Keeper called Coldfeather's territory. Without further ado, she announced herself with a bright, cheerful hoot, asking permission to enter.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:34 am
The keeper was looking at the sky. It was clear with not a single cloud on it and he could clearly see all the stars. It was beautiful, majestic. But the silence of the night was lost when two female sentinels got on the edge of his territory. One of them let out a hoot and Cold slowly made a flight to where they were standing trying not to wake up the tired mus which was still dozing on the branch. Within seconds his flight ended as he landed right next to them trying to smile but smiling was one of the things which were hard for him lately.
He took a quick look at the females. They were both beautiful ladies though one of them, the ghost one, had rather messy feathers. The other one was quite familiar. She was a watcher and Coldfeather had seen her often. He never had a conversation with her though but he wasn't the one for short chats. A moment of silence came before he realized he was staring at them which was pretty rude. After all, they might be customers and he didn't have customers too often so he wasn't good with manners. "Wonderful night, isn't it?" he said with a little smile on his face which he hoped didn't look too fake.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 8:32 am
They were here, and Mulberry was calling for the Keeper, and he was coming over! She gave her flight feathers a rather hurried preening, wincing slightly at the taste of some of the nastier stains. How other Apothecaries managed to keep their feathers spotless was beyond her. Perhaps she should try to make fewer messes. Ha ha.
She fidgeted a little as the male studied her. He looked like someone her parents would introduce her to. About the same age, a ghost... She wasn't sure if it made things better or worse. The awkward moment felt longer than it really was, but when the male finally spoke she was grateful.
"Yes, yes it is," she squawked, "Very nice weather."
No. Still a bit awkward. Now, if only she could figure out what kind of Keeper this was without making a complete fool of herself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 2:23 pm
Mulberry shifted excitedly on her perch. Instead of merely answering her call, Mr Coldfeather had actually come over to greet them in person. What a nice and considerate thing to do!
She managed to hold her excitement at bay until Craneberry had answered the Keeper's greeting, but the Ghost female's reply was just a tad bit too lacking in enthusiasm for Mulberry to just sit idly by and do nothing.
"Yes indeed," she chirped, sending Coldfeather a warm smile. "A lovely night, perfect for a flight, I must say. But where are my manners, I am Mulberry, pleased to meet you - even if it's not exactly the first time, I believe we haven't really spoken before? Well, anyway, this is Craneberry. She is looking for a companion, and I remembered that you lived pretty close by, so here we are!"
She gave the two ghosts an expectant grin and then ducked down to give herself a little post-flight preening, leaving the others to carry on the conversation from here.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:27 pm
Coldfeather looked at the other ghost and kept smiling while she answered his silly question. He wasn't the one for conversations like that but in this particular case he had to be extremely-polite and he had to look happy and welcoming which wasn't exactly in his nature. It was still a bit awkward that two other sentinels came to visit him. He usually spent all of his days training the companions and always felt weird when customers came. He knew it was a part of his job but still it didn't happen often enough for him to feel normal in situations like that. He had to act as if this was just a part of his-everyday life. Maybe he was just overthinking all of this. Maybe he had nothing to worry about.
He realized he wasn't smiling anymore only when he saw both of the females smiling at him. He put on his mysterious smile immediately and tried to concentrate on what he was told.
"Ah, I see" he said looking at Craneberry "My name is Coldfeather and it's a pleasure to meet you, both of you!" he bowed. Okay, maybe bowing was a bit over the top but it was too late. "I haven't spoken to you before, Mullberry, but I've seen you around many times."
He got his eyes on Craneberry again. "So, what can I do for you?" he said trying to smile as politely as possible.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 1:05 pm
"Um..." she said, and cringed a little inwardly at how awkward she must sound, "I... err... I've been looking around for a companion suitable for an Apothecary. Since... I'm an Apothecary."
Argh! That sounded so stupid. She felt her plumage fluff out ever so slightly as she spoke, and she sincerely hoped that he wasn't keeping Parus or Lani or something else that would be absolutely ridiculous for an Apothecary to have. She was pretty sure that he didn't breed Serpe since he looked much too young to be a Serpe Keeper. To become one must take a lot of experience, she mused, or perhaps being born into a family of Serpe keepers (and survive to adulthood without being eaten by the merchandise).
"I'm not that experienced yet," she confessed, "But I've found that I sometimes need to get herbs from the ground to make sure they are fresh." And I can't go down there, not on my own. But she didn't say that last part out loud, and the only sign of discomfort as she spoke about the dangerous ground below was that her plumage sleeked down again. A Serpe for protection sounded like a good plan.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:43 am
"Oh! An Apothecary!" the ghost sentinel said with true interest. He had never met one until that moment. He really wanted to become one though. The choice was between a keeper and an apothecary but he end up being a mus keeper. He decided that being a keeper would make him happier as he always seemed to have a thing for the small creatures.
"Well, I can assure you that my mus are well-trained and quite intelligent. That is for a mus" he said trying to convince her that a mus was the right choice for an apothecary- small, compact and fast, they would be perfect for picking up herbs. "Come, let me show you the variety of mus I have to offer." said Cold and with a quick and with a graceful flight he landed on the branch where most of the companions were sleeping.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 12:08 pm
A Mus keeper! That was good, and a Mus might even be a useful Companion for her. Not exactly what she had thought about before going on this little quest, but not too bad. She would have a look at least, and she didn't have to decide tonight, right? She couldn't help but smile a little as the Ghost Keeper started to sell in his wares. He sounded really passionate about Mus.
She followed Coldfeather, not sure what to expect since the last time she met a Keeper at work was during a lesson when she was still a fledgling. There were different kinds? She knew there were Mus for eating and Mus that could work for you, and then those that could do useful work and also serve as an emergency snack. But perhaps there were different kinds too. Craneberry suddenly felt very ignorant. When it came to herbs and cures she knew so much, but Mus... she didn't know much more than how they tasted and that they could be useful companions.
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