June 30th
Ellenoir: *lies at the base of a tree for a moment before stirring awake. Looks around at her surroundings in confusion* ...? *stands up and brushes herself off, trying to wrap her head around her situation and failing*
Danari: *Stomping through the woods, mercilessly crushing vegetation while scanning for any sign of her kids* Damn brats, where did they go now? *Grits her teeth, ears pinning back when she catches sight of movement*
Ellenoir: *looks over to the source of sound, frowning slightly as she sees a winged woman with strange ears and a tail, the sight not helping her regain her sense of normalcy*
Danari: *Eyes the other female, her tail lashing out of agitation* Got a problem, lady?
Ellenoir: *shakes her head* Sorry, I'm just...confused. I didn't mean to be rude.
Danari: *Ear twitches* Confused? *Lifts a brow and wonders if she's dealing with a drunk* About what?
Ellenoir: About... *looks around* Well, everything. I was in a house, I..fell asleep and now I'm here.
Danari: .... *Dryly responds* Sounds like a black out *Failing to put two and two together since she hasn't interacted with those that came here via death, only heard about them*
Ellenoir: *shakes her head* Last time I drank was over a year ago, and I don't do drugs. *glances around again* So where am I anyway?
Danari: *Crosses her arms and rolls her eyes* You're in Namiah, the island of *Uncrosses her arms and wave her hands in the air* magic and remoteness
Ellenoir: Ah, I take it that in this case "remoteness" means "impossible to leave", correct?
Danari: Not impossible *Shrugs and recrosses her arms* Just... difficult.
Ellenoir: Huh. *thinks that it would be better if she doesn't try* Well, thank you for the information.
Danari: *Curls her tail in the air as she cocks her head slightly, the corners of her lips twitching out of contained* Lady, I didn't tell you anything that you should be thanking me for
Ellenoir: Oh believe me, having something to call this place helps. Even if I technically don't know where I am.
Danari: That is, if I'm not lying.
Ellenoir: *shrugs, states in a somewhat tired tone* I honestly don't care if you're lying or not.
Danari: Well there goes my breif bout of fun *Grunts and returns to scowling. Glances around, as if expecting her kids to magically appear so she can go home* What's your name anyways?
Ellenoir: Ellenoir.
Danari: *Snorts* Welcome to the backwoods, Ellenoir
Ellenoir: Any laws I should be aware of?
Danari: Same basic rules as with any other society really *Never really gave it much though.* Don't commit murder or steal, don't run around kidnapping others eggs, etc *Shrugs in a dismissive manner*
Ellenoir: Ah, that's simple. *pauses* ...eggs?
Danari: Yeah *Smirks slightly* eggs
Ellenoir: *takes a moment to let this sink in* Does this apply to humans?
Danari: No *Lifts a hand to point at Ellenoir's newly acquired furry appendage* But you're no longer human, now, are you?
Ellenoir: *looks down at her tail* ... *stares at it for a moment, baffled* ...oh. Magic. So I lay eggs now, that's....different.
Danari: Yep *Smirk grows* Just like a chicken.
Ellenoir: *about to ask if she'll just randomly lay an egg when she realizes that Danari will probably lie to have fun with her* Well, more like a platypus. How big are they?
Danari: Think Ostridge egg size *Gesutres with her hands, drawing a large egg in the air* And you can have about nine of them. You shed when you do.
Ellenoir: Ostrich? Nine of them? o.o *tempted not to have any children*
Danari: Yep. And they all have to be kept warm or they'll go rotten on yah.
Ellenoir: Wouldn't that mean that Winter eggs will inevitably die?
Danari: *Shrugs and turns to walk away, waving over her shoulder as she goes* If you're a good mom then you'd be able to find a way
Ellenoir: *waves, and decides to put the thought out of her mind for the time being, wanders off in an opposite direction*
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Ellenoir: *manages to find her way to the clearing, looks around a bit*
Clare: *hovering over by one of the tree branches, humming*
Ellenoir: *glances at Clare, noticing that unlike Danari she has the same sort of tail and ears as Ellenoir does, and also lacks a pair of wings. She wonders if this look is more common for...whatever she currently is*
Clare: *looks upward, frowns* No, too much in the way . . . *catches sight of Ellenoir* Oh! Um, he-hello . . .
Ellenoir: *gives a friendly smile, waves* Hello.
Clare: *waves back a bit hesitantly* I-I d-d-don't reme-member seeing you he-here before? *remembers something, suddenly drops to her normal inch or two hover*
Ellenoir: I just got here a couple hours ago. It was...surprising, to say the least.
Clare: *smiles, a bit manic-ly {You know, like manic-depressive? I don't think its the same as maniacally . . . Or if there's a -ly at all. oO}* I-it's the ears, i-isn't it? H-human be-before, were you?
Ellenoir: *shakes her head* No, the altered physical state doesn't bother me as much as actually being here. I wasn't expecting to wake up in a forest, I wasn't expecting to... *stops herself* It's just a lot to take in. The ears and tail are a bit strange, but not a priority concern at the moment.
Clare: *mentally fills in "to wake up at all"* Ye-yes, it's qu-quite a sh-shock at first.
Ellenoir: Especially learning that apparently we give birth to eggs. Eggs. Up to nine of them apparently. At least I don't have to worry about that for a long time, if at all.
Clare: *giggles a bit hysterically* Di-didn't you have pl-platypi were y-you're from?
Ellenoir: Yeah, but that doesn't make it any less weird for me. I figured that if I ever had a kid it'd be, well, a baby. Not a clutch of eggs. And nine? I don't think I could handle nine kids.
Clare: I-it'll be a b-baby when i-it ha-hatches. A-and t-two to f-four is m-more likely.
Ellenoir: Two I could deal with. *picturing human babies with the ears and tail* They sound a bit small.
Clare: *cups her hands together to illustrate* At f-first, yes.
Ellenoir: How long does it take for them to grow up?
Clare: A-around two m-months?
Ellenoir: ...really? Just 2 months? How?
Clare: Um . . . *starts blushing* The n-normal way, I g-guess?
Ellenoir: Well, I'm just saying that for something this small *indicates* to get as big as we are in that short of a time just seems...painful. I could just picture myself dressing them in clothes that fit them in the morning and having to rip it off of them at night because they grew too large for them. I suppose they go naked until the growing process is finished?
Clare: *pauses* . . . You haven't seen any Normal Namrah yet.
Ellenoir: Apparently not. What are we?
Clare: Anthros. Possibly short for "anthropomorphic." W-we also have Angelics and Demonics . . . A-among others.
Ellenoir: Huh. Okay. So normal namrah are four legged mammals. I gotcha. So when the eggs hatch they're normal namrah?
Clare: *nods* They- well, "we" - usually n-need to eat a pa-particular berry to get l-like this.
Ellenoir: A berry that forces the change? Is it like a transformation or an actual physiological alteration that they grow into? If it's the first then I could see possibly wanting to do that, if it's the latter....ouch. Doesn't sound worth it.
Clare: The first. I, uh . . . *blushes more* I u-used to b-be a n-n-normal, but I d-didn't eat the b-b-berry.
Ellenoir: What if you ate a bit of it before you were old enough to remember doing so? Like if you gave a namir baby the berry, would they just grow up from adulthood into being an anthro?
Clare: . . . A-actually . . . I think they would become a child anthro. Just straight off.
Ellenoir: Huh. *thinks with one hand crossed and the other on her chin, nods slightly* That would make sense.
Clare: Which would then grow naturally into an adult, such as ourselves.
Ellenoir: How long did it take to get used to...oh, right. You can hover.
Clare: *tugs on her hat sheepishly* Y-yeah. I-it w-was j-just . . . easier.
Ellenoir: The other way around would take a bit of getting used to as well, I'd imagine.
Clare: Well, it doesn't happen near as much.
Ellenoir: Makes sense if most are born as a normal namir and stay that way without the berry. And humans would rather stay humanoid, since it's most familiar to them.
Clare: There are some humans who came here as normal namrah.
Ellenoir: It'd take them about 3 days to get used to getting around. And then if somebody compliments them on how well they're doing they'll start to think about it again and immediately get all mixed up.
Clare: Yeah, adjusting's fun like that.
Ellenoir: At least most of the processes are about the same. Sure you have to get used to a different body structure, but it could be worse. You could have to get used to a completely different system for breathing. Even an automatic one would be disconcerting for those who are used to breathing only in one way.
Clare: Like dolphins?
Ellenoir: *shakes her head* No, that would be like just holding your breath underwater, only you won't try to breathe until you want to. I was thinking more like insects. You wouldn't feel the physical need to breathe, but it'd still take some getting used to.
Clare: Oh, okay.
Ellenoir: So what's your name? Mine's Ellenoir.
Clare: N-nice meeting y-you, Ellenoir. I'm Clare.
Ellenoir: Likewise. *glances around again* Well, despite my shock at, well, pretty much everything, this place doesn't seem like a bad place to be. *finds this sentiment strange after having ended her own life just before coming here, but decides that it's better than the alternative*
Clare: It is r-rather n-nice, isn't it?
Ellenoir: Very clean. I'd have to get used to living outside again, but that's not a big deal.
Clare: Th-there are s-some h-houses around, if you'd p-prefer.
Ellenoir: Free?
Clare: *shrugs* W-well, you'd have to d-deal with the re-regular humans . . . *tone turns matter-of-fact* They're all mad here, you know.
Ellenoir: Well as long as they aren't going to crawl into my bed and pet me like I'm some kind of dog I'm fine with them being a little looney.
Clare: *looks embarrassed* Er . . . No guarantees. Would you happen to know which you're associated with?
Ellenoir: ...associated with? I don't get to pick?
Clare: Uh . . . No. You're stuck with what you get, really. *looks thoughtful a moment* Although I do know some who have moved away . . . Successfully so and not.
Ellenoir: How do I know which one I'm associated with?
Clare: Most of the time they will make themselves known to you. *wryly* Usually by being incredibly annoying.
Ellenoir: *sarcastically* Great. I guess I'll have to keep an eye out. *looks around more for effect than actually expecting to see one*
The Human Sara: *stands at a distance, waves at Ellenoir* 8D
Ellenoir: *blinks when Sara comes into view, stares for a moment* ...that's an elf.
Clare: Er . . . Probably not actually. It's . . . complicated.
Ellenoir: What, like strap-on ears?
lare: Not precisely. I mean, maybe, but . . . *shrugs helplessly* I told you it was complicated.
Ellenoir: So do you know that one? How does she rank on the looney scale?
Clare: *looks carefully* That's . . . Sara, I believe. Comparatively mild.
Ellenoir: Ah. Well, better to have a relatively mild one than the worst of the bunch. What's yours like?
Clare: Ah, it . . . varies. It seems like the more she likes you, the more she messes with you.
The Human Emy: *appears over by Sara, grins wide enough to flash fangs, waves also*
Clare: *sighs* Yes, that's her there.
Ellenoir: Oh, joy. So it's better to avoid being the favorite in that household then. *looks over at Emy* ...are those FANGS?
Clare: It's . . . mostly harmless . . . *rubs her temples* Currently, she's a vampire; before this it was some sort of living statue . . . *sighs again* Do you understand now?
Ellenoir: Are they ever just human? Why bother calling them humans if they vary so much? Might as well call them beings or watchers.
Clare: Certainly. And . . . Well . . . They seem to identify themselves as such? Even when . . . varying.
Ellenoir: Well, if that's how they choose to identify themselves...
Clare: Yes, it's strange. I know.
Ellenoir: I suppose I'll get used to it.
Clare: Most likely.
Ellenoir: Do they get the powers associated with the form when they assume it?
Clare: Not sure.
Ellenoir: *ponders more, shrugs* Well, it's not like I know elf powers anyways. Never mind all the fiction about them, that isn't always accurate.
Clare: *grins suddenly* I'll say.
Ellenoir: And yet people always leap at what is commonly portrayed as if it were infallible truth. It's appalling.
Clare: *nods sagely* You should see some of what they believe about witches.
Ellenoir: Oh, I'm positive there are a number of inaccuracies even among the positive portrayals, and the negative ones just make me sad because I just know some religious zealot started it all by blaming any group they don't bother trying to understand for some unfortunate, natural occurrence.
Clare: *mutters* Or not so natural . . . But yes, it was mostly an attempt by the Church to dispose of strong/pagan women, really.
Ellenoir: It's human nature to make excuses for actions or desires that would be considered terrible otherwise, and religion just seems to be one that's easy to abuse. Claim that it's in the name of disposing evil and you'll have a rally of supporters.
Clare: And of course, all the while your opponents believe that you are the evil ones.
Ellenoir: So your opposition will also rally up, resulting in more deaths than there might've been if both sides thought through the problem rationally...
Clare: *shrugs* Since when are people rational?
Ellenoir: Pretty much never. Everybody has irrational moments, it's inevitable. All you can hope for is that whatever it is doesn't cause too much trouble.
Clare: Or that the big trouble blows over quickly.
Ellenoir: *nods* Doesn't always help, but it's certainly better than the alternative.
Clare: Most things are.
Ellenoir: Yeah. *ponders* Are there any holidays around here? Stuff to keep in mind?
Clare: We mostly just celebrate the big ones; Christmas and Halloween, sometimes a few others.
Ellenoir: *blinks* The same holidays that are celebrated where I'm from? Huh. *wonders what the odds of that are*
Clare: The humans are . . . um, eclectic.
Ellenoir: Oh, so they chose to celebrate those holidays. *pauses* How did they find out about them in the first place? Other people who came here?
Clare: I don't think so.
Ellenoir: Huh. I guess I just have to assume that it's celebrated from where they come from, regardless of likelihood.
Clare: I suppose it would depend on how far off you diverged.
Ellenoir: That's assuming this place and the place I'm from have a shared point in the first place. I might not even be on the same frame.
Clare: *shrugs* Anything is possible.
Ellenoir: Clearly. I wouldn't have argued against that even if I wasn't standing here with long ears and a tail. *touches her ears* I'm not used to having such long ears...
Clare: They, uh, grow on you. Eventually.
Ellenoir: I know I'll get used to them, but for the time being they're weird...this whole day's been weird, and they're adding to it. *wonders if going to sleep in her wolf form will help*
Clare: *tilts her head slightly* H-has the d-day been weird o-other than the whole w-waking up he-here th-thing?
Ellenoir: Yes and no. It's complicated and I don't really feel like talking about it. Waking up here was definitely the strangest part of it that can objectively be called strange though, that's for certain.
Clare: *decides not to add to the strangeness quotient* I g-guess you're o-one of the p-people w-who d-d-died g-getting here? *sounds a tad nervous*
Ellenoir: *startled* ...yes. *changes the subject* There are more?
Clare: A f-fair amount.
Ellenoir: Huh. Well, I suppose that makes sense. It isn't as if I'm special. If there's one there's bound to be more...and now I feel like I'm comparing myself to an ant. *somewhat amused*
Clare: A-although I d-do know s-someone who j-just dropped out of th-the sky . . .
Ellenoir: Did that hurt?
Clare: *grins* Th-the sky wasn't th-that high up that d-day.
Ellenoir: *grins back* Lucky. Probably still shaken up, but at least it didn't hurt.
Clare: Considering who it was, n-not that m-much.
Ellenoir: Not even a little shaken up? Wow. Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Clare: Sh-she had p-problems with the ears t-too.
Ellenoir: I think anyone who doesn't have previous experience with these sorts of ears would find them a bit strange at first. Well, unless long ears were something that they'd always wanted but obviously were unable to have until coming here.
Clare: Prosthetics, maybe? *remembers something* H-how are y-you with the t-tail?
Ellenoir: *looks at the tail* Well, I suppose it's a bit strange. Do all tails match hair color?
Clare: Not at all. The girl I was telling you about, for one - her hair doesn't match.
Ellenoir: Ah, alright. I suppose three isn't enough to be making assumptions anyway.
Clare: Not a valid sample size given the population of the island.
Ellenoir: Oh, I'm sure three is nowhere near the number of namrah living here.
Clare: More than a hundred, at least.
Ellenoir: At least I won't have to worry about everyone suddenly knowing who I am by word of mouth.
Clare: Oh, there are terrible gossips everywhere.
Ellenoir: True, and with less to keep them busy with other business to...still, I don't think I'm particularly notable outside of being new so I don't think the gossip will last.
Clare: U-unless you attract one of th-the stalkers . . .
Ellenoir: Stalkers? How many stalkers are there here? Oo
Clare: Oh, n-not very m-many.
Ellenoir: Oh, good. Hopefully I evade their attention.
Clare: P-probability is on y-your side.
Ellenoir: Ah, try telling that to all the people who've been struck by lightning. *smiles in amusement* I know what you mean though.
Clare: Eh, probability says someone has to be.
Ellenoir: Yep. I think I'll be okay though.
Clare: *smiles* We don't have much lightning here anyway.
Ellenoir: Aw, but I like thunderstorms when I don't have to be out in it.
Clare: W-well, it h-has been r-raing more often, recently . . .
Ellenoir: Really? I wonder why.
Clare: *shrugs* Weather front, maybe?
Ellenoir: Maybe. If it is then it's a temporary thing.
Clare: Well, we'll see soon enough in that case.
Ellenoir: *nods* Time will tell.
Clare: It usually does. *starts tugging on her hat nervously*
Ellenoir: *tilts her head* Is there a case involving weather where time wouldn't tell if something is a temporary change?
Clare: *smiles hesitantly* You can never tell with magic.
Ellenoir: True, magic is just one of those things. Unless there's a detect magic spell anyways.
Clare: M-m-magic doesn't s-seem to be very c-common h-here, at th-that.
Ellenoir: Not very many powers here?
Clare: Um. D-didn't say that. Just magic.
Ellenoir: Oh, I know. I was just asking if powers in general were uncommon. I take it they aren't?
Clare: W-well, they're n-not exactly c-common, per se . . .
Ellenoir: I think I know what you mean. They're around, but the majority lack them. Kinda like where I'm from.
Clare: *seizes segue* W-what s-sort of p-powers d-d-did your w-world have?
Ellenoir: All sorts of powers. Shape shifting, teleportation, telepathy, weather manipulation, dimensional travel, time manipulation, healing, pyrokinesis...I could go on and on. Magic is relatively rare, but there's a pretty sizable number of psychics. Oh, and the elementals, but that's a separate species entirely. The dark elementals are adorable, they look like little mice.
Clare: *giggles* D-dust b-bunnies. D-do you h-have any p-powers?
Ellenoir: Oh, well...yes. Shape shifting. I can turn into a wolf.
Clare: C-cool. Anything else?
Ellenoir: Well, I can talk to wolves. And I'm a telepath. But that's all.
Clare: . . . How strong a telepath?
Ellenoir: I can read minds? And look around for information if I really want to. I usually don't because, obviously, it's quite rude.
Clare: *thoughtfully* More depth than I have, it seems.
Ellenoir: Really? We don't get partial telepathy often where I'm from, usually you've either got it or you don't. In fact, there's an even stronger form of it that lets you manipulate a person's mind in order to make them do something they wouldn't normally, but that's a lot rarer.
Clare: *abashed* I can only see a few levels below speech. It's useful when talking with babies, but . . .
Ellenoir: Hey, definitely better than nothing. ^^ Less rude anyways.
Clare: That's certainly true.
Ellenoir: As for turning into wolf here...would seeing a wolf freak others out?
Clare: Some, maybe. Others will probably think its just a different type of Namir. *thinks for a moment* I believe we might have a few wolf-based Namrah around somewhere . . .
Ellenoir: *nods, content that her shape shifting won't cause problems* Are they wolves that came here and turned into a namir like I did, or ones that happen to look like wolves?
Clare: Um, b-both, I th-think . . .
Ellenoir: Can they communicate with the other namrah?
Clare: *nods* P-pretty much e-everyone can t-t-talk here.
Ellenoir: Well that's nice. It'd be a shame if they didn't know how to speak to other namrah. I know how to speak to wolves, but that's a power, not a learned skill.
Clare: I appreciate the d-difference.
Ellenoir: *nods* I think a lot of people would. *rubs an eye a bit, getting somewhat tired*
Clare: *instant worry* Oh! H-have I b-been keeping you up?
Ellenoir: *shakes her head* Oh, no. It's just been a long day. Though I probably should get to sleep sometime soon.
Clare: P-probably a g-good idea.
Ellenoir: *nods* Mhm. Well, night. *waves, then looks around for Sara*
Right this way. =3 *points dramatically and starts leading the way*
Ellenoir: ... *glad she won't have to be escorted after this*
Clare: *grins* Feel less overwhelmed tomorrow!
Ellenoir: *smiles back* I'll certainly try. *waves again and follows after Sara*
