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 Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 7:42 pm
 A steady drizzle leaked from the steel-gray sky, covering anything and anyone with a chilly moisture that seemed to seep into one's very bones. Thankfully, there seemed to be no lightning or any other signs of a storm, but Rhea found that things like that were as whimsical as the ocean and prone to change at will. The soft, pale-colored Twilif bounced down from the safety of an overhang, fully relishing in the feel of the moisture against her bare skin, unlike most of those hurrying about to find shelter until clear skies came once more. To her, it didn't matter; it was a beautiful day, either way.
She was, not surprisingly, without her brother. When it came to the village, he was more likely to stay away from any irritation or waste of his time unless he thought she'd need him, and that had been established long ago that she was really okay. It probably would have been a far more intense day if Rye had shown up, and the very idea made Rhea giggle a little nervously. At least this way she could discourage any unexpected company.
The market stalls were still trying to hold out against the weather, seeking out potential customers that would brave the dreary wet, but Rhea had no need for them and moved on, wondering if today would simply be a day like all the others. Part of her was sad about it - she was in the mood for something new, something exciting.
"Ah well, guess I can't always get my way," she mused with another smile. The day was far from over yet, and she still had faith. The dim light of her lantern seemed to flicker slighlty, growing brighter for a moment as though agreeing with her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 11:09 pm
 As quick feet padded along the wet and soggy ground, drops of water speckled her favorite book’s cover. The leather bound book of fairytales and legends clutched firmly to Lilith’s chest, the twilif scampered to find shelter. Why on earth the clouds hadn’t warned her to stay in today she would never know. Now, she would be forced to leave the comfort of the vacant open plain and to try her luck in the village. Not necessarily luck of shelter, no there would be shop stalls and overhangs a plenty for her take refuge under. It was the odds that she would remain alone and unnoticed that she needed the luck for.
Slowing down as she came into the village, Lilith brushed aside her heavy and damp bangs scanning the area. “Oh thank goodness…” It seemed that the rain that had plagued her in the plain was a blessing in town. The usually bustling area was rather peaceful and Lilith sighed with relief. Taking slow and cautious steps, she made her way past a few stalls and turned into a small covered alcove. “Perhaps I can wait out the rain here…” Leaning against the wall, she lowered her self down and set her book on top of her knees, listening to the rhythm of the drops upon the roofs and ground.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 12:09 pm
It had been little more than a flash of white among pitch, but Rhea was fairly certain that she hadn't imagined whatever it was she had seen. It had been too large to be a pet of some sort, but other than that, she had seen little before the pale form had disappeared.
A rumble of thunder shook the sky as it growled its displeasure, causing the Twilif to look up and frown slightly, almost pouting. Mother Nature, it seemed, was going to be contrary today. Not that she didn't mind the rain, but it did occasionally make it difficult to get things done. As it was, the shop she'd been looking for seemed to be lost in the melancholy gray. Though Rhea was certain that she'd not forgotten where the stall had been before, it was always possible that the merchant had moved on to better grounds with the potential for better sales. Sighing, she shook her head and decided it was best to go home.
A flash of lightning tore across the sky as its companion roared again, rattling some of the more unstable stalls and even the ground beneath her feet. It seemed like they were in for a stronger storm, after all.
"Oh, hush, you," Rhea scolded out loud as she glanced upward. "We already know what you think." She couldn't help but crack a smile as the raindrops picked up, trickling down her face and soaking her clean through.
Another flash of lightning lit up the sky, turning the gray horizon bright white as it temporarily blinded those still outside. It didn't bother Rhea, leaned against the wall of a stall, waiting to see what new game the rain would play. To anyone nearby, it would very much look like she had suddenly appeared with the flash of light, when before there had been nothing there.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 7:34 pm
As the clouds began to growl and scream like a wild cat, Lilith nearly jumped out of her skin. She yelped at the first flare, whimpering and covering her head with her hands. The book she was holding against her knees dangerously close to tumbling to the water logged ground below. Her heart fluttering like a tiny bird, Lilith looked up and swallowed hard, her shaking hands searching for the damp braid before clutching it to her chest. Oh why thunder and lightening of all things?
Sky hushed momentarily, the twilif took a few deep breaths before returning back to her book. Perhaps indulging in the weaved tales of sea spirits returning to land for a night of mischief and trickery wasn’t the best choice while the clouds were fighting amongst themselves. Tiny fingers turned the worn page of parchment and Lilith gulped. An illustration of a female spirit clutching a wrist of a young girl and leading her down into the depths, waves crashing about their legs painted before her. “Oh m-m-my…and to think the night in which they rise is a stormy one…”
As the sky lit up once more, Lilith screamed, slamming her book shut. The poor weather beaten spine groaning in defiance of being treated so. Shivering the twilif turned to look out of the alcove, hoping a shop might be open so that she could hide somewhere inside, the lightening more than enough to trump her fear of meeting someone. Only, the immediate area that had been empty before was no longer empty.
Hands flying to her agape mouth, Lilith gasped as she looked upon what seemed to her to be a sea spirit. The greens…what looked like pearls. Her eyes blinked several times, getting wider each time as her imagination flew away with her. That was it…no more horror tales in the evening. Scrambling to her feet in an attempt to leave the girls presence, spirit or no, Lilith’s foot caught on a pole of an abandoned stall and she went tumbling to the ground right in front of the stranger.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 9:06 pm
A terrified shriek ripped through the stormy atmosphere, and Rhea's heightened senses weren't necessary to know which direction it had come from. Her eyes narrowed slightly, concerned that a child had somehow lost their mother, or perhaps simply didn't like storms. If it was the latter, then she felt sort of sad for them. To Rhea, storms were beautiful, wild things. The fact that she could exceed her normal physical abilities helped, too, but she was so used to being soaked to the skin and insistent currents that a sky-storm like this one seemed relatively mild.
She'd started out in the direction of the noise, recognizing it as the way she'd seen the pale flash before and letting her curiosity overtake her. Rhea'd only gone a couple paces, however, before the culprit came spilling out onto the street in front of her, almost cringing away from her as she scrambled, her foot hooked around the pole of an abandoned stall.
"Are you okay?" Rhea asked, brows knitting slightly as she went over and held out a hand to the pale Twilif. Then, in case she decided she wouldn't need the help, Rhea reached over and gently picked up the worn leather tome, running a finger along its worn cover before holding it against her to protect it from the worst of the rain. Part of her sealskin fell over her shoulder, aiding the process as she returned her attention to the dark-haired mystery girl. Rhea's own eyes seemed unnaturally bright in the stormy weather, her bangles clinking together in a soft melody as she offered her hand once again. Whoever it was, they seemed okay, just shaken up, all wide eyes and stark expression.
"You should be more careful," she told the girl. "You could really hurt yourself if you don't watch where you're going." She offered a friendly little smile, completely oblivious to the other Twilif's thoughts. Had she known or cracked open the book, she might have laughed, but as it was, this dark-haired moonfolk seemed skittish enough that anything sudden or loud might send her flying.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 6:46 pm
She’s speaking to me…Oh my she’s speaking to me. Lilith panicked in her own mind, scenarios of how the spirit was going to whisk her away swirling inside her mind. Eyes locked on the other’s feet, she was fearful to look up. If it was a spirit and she caught her eyes…then again…it could just be quite a normal twilif and Lilith was letting her imagination run away with her. A necessary precaution her heart fluttered in reminder as she saw the hand being offered to her. Oh the choices…to take the hand and trust that this was not a horrid coincidence of mythic fate. Or...she could shove herself up and try to get a better handle on her wits and the situation.
Despite the fact that she was scuffed up and her knees bruised, she chose the latter. Scrambling back up with a soft moan, Lilith gripped her braid the first chance she got for balance and security and looked at the other smiling genuinely back at her. “I’m s-sorry…it was dark and…sl-slippery. I’m…fine. “ She seemed nice…calm…she had even picked up her book for her, but what did that mean. For all Lilith knew she could have picked up the book so that Lilith had a reason to stay there.
“U-Um may I have my b-book back please.” The words came out fast and jumbled together as she flushed lightly, her hand reaching out for the tome. At least this way…if she got it back, she could run if she needed. Though at this rate, soaked from head to toe, she was going to get sick from being out in all the rain.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:04 pm
The Twilif looked sort of pitiful, momentarily lost in a fit of panic as she just looked at Rhea's feet. The blonde Twilif blinked but kept her smile, the book carefully cradled to protect it from the sky's onslaught even as the mysterious stranger snapped out of her reverie and scrambled to her feet, ignoring the offered hand.
"Rain does that sometimes," Rhea agreed with a little laugh, letting her hand fall to her and studying this soaked and scuffed Twilif a little more closely. Her eyes were a vibrant red, standing out from the cool hues of her skin and hair, and she was clutching at one of her braids as though it was some sort of lifeline. Having not read the book, the reason was utterly lost on Rhea, who just assumed that the fear was directed at the storm.
"Well, if you're sure you're all right. But you know, if you don't like storms, you really should be more prepared." Her smile stayed as she nodded and handed the other Twilif the book, seeming innocent and genuine, as if she meant what she said and wasn't secretly suggesting that she could provide a sea-dwelling of "safety" for Lilith. Some of her bangles jingled with the motion, little notes of music lost in the next crack of thunder.
"You might want to get a cover for the poor thing," she added thoughtfully. "Water really isn't all that good for books, y'know? It probably doesn't like it out here very much."
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:56 pm
As the other smiled all too genuinely, Lilith wanted to find reasons to believe everything was okay. Wanted too…but was failing miserably. What if the acting normal bit was just to reel her in? That could be possible…though…was it really possible for this to be the spirit spoke of in her book? She needed a test…something that she could ask or do to get the spirit to reveal itself! But what?
Her shaken hands reached forward to take the book before clutching it to her chest, her braid falling back into her hair. It made her feel nervous without it…well more nervous if that was even possible. The book was more important though. “I-it was nice this morning…and I got caught in it. Had to…to run from the field. Um…” Her soft voice paused in thought, mind churning for a question to expose or prove innocent. “D-do you come here o-often? To the city?”
She prayed the answer to be yes…the spirits or so the book said, weren’t supposed to be able to lie. So if she came to the city often...she couldn’t possibly be a spirit. But…then again, what if her definition of often was different down in the depths? Biting her lip she took a small shuffled step back, hoping it would be seen as unconscious movement towards shelter. If she answered no…that could mean any numbers of things…but it could also mean she was spirit…Oh dear. She should have though of a better question to ask her…
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:40 pm
Rhea laughed a little at the explanation, shaking her head at her own silliness. "It is that time of year, isn't it? The season for storms. Guess I sort of forgot." She let the way the other Twilif all but tore the book from her hands go unspoken, noting the way she held it as though it were a precious treasure and tilted her head to the side in thought, a slight V forming between her brows.
"Well, I guess it depends on what you mean by often, but I guess you could say I stop by regularly enough." The girl was looking at her like she had grown a second head or something! Rhea casually ran a hand along her hair, her fingers entwining in the braided seaweed as she felt absolutely nothing out of sorts. Maybe she was just that spooked, but Rhea was beginning to doubt it. If that was the case, then she wouldn't be looking at Rhea like she expected the sea-loving Twilif to devour on the spot. In that case, it was good that she hadn't run into Rye, instead. Unfortunately, it also was starting to dredge up some memories that, though recently let go, still managed to be a pain on occasion. It would be best to avoid another drastic situation, because if this girl did fear her, then she should know that there was nothing to be afraid of. From Rhea, anyway.
"Why don't we find a place to get out of the rain for a while?" she suggested. In truth, Rhea loved the rain, but it might make things a little less awkward, if nothing else. "The book might be grateful, at any rate, and--" -another flash of lightning- "I have a feeling this storm's going to get worse before it gets better."
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:06 pm
Lilith gulped lightly at the girls answer. Depends on what you mean by often? Just as she feared…not a yes or a no. What if her often was once a year?! Because once a year was a regular…scheduled type of thing right? She watched as the girl began to furrow her brows and wondered if she was catching on. Perhaps her question had lead the spirit to think that she knew. Was that a good or bad thing? Oh dear, oh dear.
Clutching her book to her chest Lilith took another shuffled step back as the girl suggested they go find shelter. Shelter could mean so many things. And a while? She had already stated that her idea of time was slightly skewed. What if a while meant until next year when she would come ashore for another companion!? Her heart began to flutter softly and she suddenly squeaked. Though, if it was the offer or the flash of lightening no one would have know. Lilith wasn’t even quite sure which of the two had bothered her more.
Un-cringing her body, she looked down at the book getting more wet by the second and bit her lip softly. She couldn’t let it get ruined and…and this was just all in her mind. It was a book…a story. Not all legends were true right? “U-um mhmm…we…we should get out of the rain...and eeep!” The sky growled again and Lilith shivered where she stood. “Yes…shelter…please.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:29 pm
Whatever had this girl spooked had her good and wasn't intending to let go any time soon. Shrugging it off, Rhea decided that whatever was wrong would either resolve itself or become apparent soon enough, though the constant staring was definitely getting to her now. It reminded her of when she was a kid and the others would watch her with fear or mistrust or any other number of things. The flash of thunder suddenly had a more ominous feeling to it in the Twilif's mind, but she only cast a slightly irritated look at the clouds above. Nature was suddenly turning into a drama queen and taking her along for the ride.
Then the other Twilif was taking a step backward, watching her with wary eyes and letting out a terrified squeak as thunder rumbled again. Rhea wondered if she was away from home, herself, because her dazed comment sort of made it sound like she didn't have a home nearby. Then again, maybe she just didn't feel like sharing with a stranger.
“There's a spot, probably as good as any. At least until it lets up.” Rhea pointed to a small stall that had been abandoned for the day, a lean-to built to the side to prevent the driving rain from falling in the openings and also muffling the noise of the streets, which were almost entirely empty now anyway, since the storm had decided to pick up and stick around for a while. It didn't have any torchlight until they could get inside, where they might find candles or a lantern, but there still wouldn't be anything to illuminate the area around it.
:Guess it's the best we can do,” she said cheerfully. “Oh well, these storms don’t' usually last for too long, anyway. They take a few moments to throw their tantrum and move on.” She motioned for the dark-haired Twilif to follow her, holding the door open before it could bang about in the wind more than it already had.
“Coming?” Rhea looked up expectantly, not necessarily losing patience as much as trying to figure out how to get the Twilif out of the wet before she got sick or something, or before another crash of thunder decide to scare her futher.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 6:45 pm
Arms wrapped tightly about her book, Lilith’s gaze followed the spirit’s hand as it pointed to a rather dark stall. Stall…a stall had to be safe right? It wasn’t as if the spirit was trying to lead her down to the ocean. Not yet anyway. For all Lilith knew, the spirit could be trying to give her a highly false sense of security by guiding her to a dry place to hide from the storm. It would be dry and the thunder muffled…and perhaps even some light if Lilith could find anything that would give the stall a gentle glow. But…but why would a spirit of the ocean take her somewhere so dry? Dry was safe…it wasn’t as powerful when dry.
Chewing her lip in indecision, Lilith looked around at the empty streets and closed shops. Even if she wanted to find other shelter it probably wasn’t going to happen…and it would be dry. Something as sinister as an ocean spirit couldn’t smile so reassuringly like that either right? Well…not unless that spirit happened to be well equipped with malicious genuine smiles of torment and lies.
Her fingers absent mindlessly stroked the edges of the books hard cover as if the book might respond and sound an alarm if the girl before her was a true spirit of just a friendly twilif trying to help. Though…she had to wonder? Would that of made a difference. Lilith often avoided other moonfolk as if they were kidnapping spirits all the time. Either way…spirit or twilif she was being foolish. It was pouring down on her and she was so soaked that a cold was almost inevitable if not more. And the book…
Her feet moved slowly at first. Hesitation a staple to almost every movement she made, but she was moving. It wasn’t until another rumble of thunder that she started to almost run into the shelter, an almost whispered “thank you,” to the other twilif as she passed her opening the door. Immediately setting the book down on the nearest dry surface, Lilith scoured for a candle or some sort of light source. Even if this was just a nice neighborly twilif…Lilith refused to be sitting in a dark stall on an abandoned street with a stranger on a stormy night.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:56 pm
For a moment, Rhea thought that the other Twilif was going to chose to stay out in the rain. Her indecision looked almost painful as she chewed her lip, mental gears almost visibly turning as she debated over who knew what. Her pale fingers stroked the book like it was both a hidden treasure and security blanket, but common sense (or the book's well-being) won out in the end and the dark-haired girl ducked into the stall without a word.
“It's nothing?” Rhea offered in return of thanks, doubt and curiosity lilting her voice as she shut the door and helped seek out a candle, handing it to the other Twilif. “Maybe you'll have better luck lighting it than I will.” She went back and shut the stall door; enough light poured through the stall's front to illuminate the area a little bit, but she was quickly seeking out a tarp to help prevent the rain from blowing in the partially closed-off area. Either the shopkeeper hadn't been thorough, or the hatch was in need of repair.
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