♡ = Acquaintance ♡♡ = Met enough times to like them ♡♡♡ = Consider a friend ♡♡♡♡ = Considers a good friend ♡♡♡♡♡ = Best Friend ❤ = DislikesXXX❤❤ = Extreme DislikeXXX❤❤❤ = Loathes/Hates ❤ = Has a crush onXXX❤❤ = Confessed Feelings forXXX❤❤❤ = In Love withXXX❤ = Mate ¤ = Afraid of ☐ = Hasn't met ☑ = Has met ☒ = Hated Enemy - will not interact with this person
✱ Playing in the snow: Makani, Eira and Borra - X✔ 20+ posts ✤ Can you be serious? - X ✱ Hey your new here!: Aldr and Borra - X 3 posts ✱ A new friend!: Ysane and Borra - -X -10 posts ✤Finding Yourself - X ✱Sibling Quarrel: Sin'qua and Borra - X✔ 20 posts ✱ Do you know how to?: Borra and ShukriX - 5 posts ✤Is was his? X ✽ Trying not to kill each other - (Group Rp) X - 3 posts ✱ To play or not to play? - Borra and Viveka - X 4 posts ✱ Did you see that? Sin'qua and Borra - X ✱ The Troupe Forms? - Sin/Borra/Eira/Gyuri - X✔ 10 + posts Class Quest: Rogue X
Stage: Rogue ✪ Chapter 5: The Invasion: X ✱ Borra-sitting [Borra and Gyuri]: X Meta Chapter 6: Tale Camp X
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 8:45 pm
Growth Reqs
✔ = Meets substantial post length or PD post count ✔ = Meets substantial post length to qualify for two PD's ✘ = Started but doesn't qualify ● = Hasn't started yet
Prentice -> Stage 2: 1 Set-up Journal: ✔ 3 RPs - 15+ posts each (may be Solos, PRPs, or ORPs)X/X/X/X/X/X
3 Substantial Journal Entries (At least one must show class affinity): : X/X/X 1 Completed Class Quest: X
Non-Battle Class Growth Form
Character Name:[Borra] Class Promotion:[Next Class Here (Minstrel) ] Current Location:[General area, ie: Jahaur] Journal:[URL Link] RP 1:Chapter 5: The Invasion: X RP 2:Borra-sitting [Borra and Gyuri]: X RP 3:[URL Link] RP 4:[URL Link] RP 5:[URL Link] RP 6:[URL Link] RP 7:[URL Link] Journal Entry 1, 2 & 3:Music for the gods - X - over 3k in length Journal Entry 4:[URL Link] Journal Entry 5:[URL Link] Class Quest Solo: [This solo should be completed prior to submitting for growth but after all other requirements are completed.] Items:[Items are only those purchased through the shop or won through contests] Body Type: [If you see a particular body type for your chara, feel free to say so. Big, tall, muscular, curvy, bottom heavy, whatever you feel is right. Please keep it realistic when growing: a curvaceous wide-hipped character in stage 2 is not likely to shrink their bones in stage 3] Preferred Artists: [List your top 2-3, just in case your first pick is unavailable] Livestreaming: [If an artist is open to the idea would you like your growth livestreamed or would you like to keep it a surprise?]
Reserved for Solo - Can't you be Serious? Can't you be serious for once??
Those particular words continued to echo inside of the ice boy's head, and though on any other day it wouldn't bother him, today for whatever reason the comment filled with dissapoinment wouldn't leave him alone. Perhaps it was the incident that had occurred only a couple hours before which had resulted in him being lectured by his father as well some of the other men from the tribe. It was more his fathers expression that had gotten to him, that look of utter disappointment and embarrassment of having this boy as his son. Borra hadn't meant to be a bother, was it really his fault all the..precious wood they had gathered was...suddenly strewn about the small camp they had made? Yes...yes it was.
The incident had occurred because he had been too busy playing with his pet Raoti (another creature that was frowned at for being a nuisance) and Borra had chased the creature which had tried to find a safe place out of his reach...which happened to be on top of the wood pile that the adults had been busy stacking...and with its extra weight on top Baroke had then sent the wood crashing to the ground. This lead to him being lectured in front of all the other tribesmen by his father and sentencing his punishment by having to pick up the wood that had fallen.
The angry glares and words he received from everyone who was within eye shot were not exactly the most motivating things for the poor boy as he now quietly was picking up all the wood that was on the ground. It was boring...but needed to be done if he wanted to ever be asked to come again. Though Borra was starting to wonder WHY he would want to be asked to come again? Why had he been so persistent about coming? His father had thought it a bad idea, his mother thought it a bad idea his sister...didn't comment but he was pretty sure she thought it was a stupid idea. So why had be basically begged to come?
Perhaps its was due to his strong desire of getting his father's acceptance, it wasn't as if he was a lazy boy he just...had a hard time being serious and focusing on work. Once a long time ago Borra's father had tried to teach him how to use a weapon, himself being a bowman he had thought it would be good to show him how to be more useful and help provide for the tribe. Unfortunately that only resulted in Borra loosing a bunch of arrows and nearly breaking the bowstring. It was the first and last time his father had attempted to teach him something in that regard.
A sigh his arms laden with wood he wondered why his arms weren't bulkier since he played, lifted and carried children around all the time. Perhaps though it was a different kind of weight though out of the corner of his eyes he could of sworn he had seen something. Straightening he turned in the direction he had seen the glimpse and then headed in that direction. What could it be? Perhaps it was another one of those pixie like things? Excitement filtered through him, after all his first encounter had resulted in him getting a kiss! Not that...he was terribly excited about kissing but he wanted to see if he could get a better look at it.
Scrambling through the snow he dropped some pieces of wood along the way but ...after the first couple attempts of trying to pick them up only to drop more he gave up dropping the entire pile into the snow and hurrying forward. His heart hammered in his chest, he was so curious about what he was going to find and moving over to the top of the hill he found his heart fall slightly.
Ah..it was only a mamu. Breathing hard the clouds of his breath obscuring his vision, he watched the creature as it used it trunk to strip branches off of a tree. It was eating them. A light bulb went off in his head as he hurried back to his pile of wood and then gathered them back up. They were just branches after all and he would help feed the mamu!
Like a child he hurried back to where the creature was and clicking his tongue against his teeth to try and coax the animal closer to him. Arm outstretched so the branch was as far away from him as possible. The mamu had at first moved away from him. Not that it was scared of him, more that it was disinterested.
So this went on for about an hour the poor boy convinced he could feed the wild creature and make friends with it. Finally it was either the creature was tired of being trailed by this two legged or it was getting use to him, either way it stopped turned around to regard the boy before reaching out and taking the branch that was held in his outstretched hands.
The expression on the boy's face became huge, and like and excited child continued to feed the animal until there were no more branches left. Then the mamu came close as if finally interested in seeing if the boy had more freebies to give him. The long trunk reached forward and sniffed about Borra's body a moment or two before withdrawing and turning uninterested away from him. Back to foraging as it had no reason to stick around if it wasn't going to be fed.
The young man was quiet and in awe as he watched the mammu wander off and it was only then that he realized that he was...empty handed. Dread washed through him, what was he going to say? He couldn't well tell his father that he had willingly fed the animal all their hard work, trees were thin and sparse this high up the mountain...
A moan and he sat into the snow, a bad idea as he could feel the cold seep through the fabric quick quickly. He guessed that it would be his punishment...a light one considered the yelling lecture he would get from his father later....
It was a day when the snow was coming down so hard you had to stay inside. The storm had come up so suddenly that it caused Borra's mother to pace about, her husband out in the storm with the rest of the hunting team. It left her trying to keep busy...and not fret not an easy thing to go. It was also a day of boredom for the two siblings but this was also what caused the young boy to discover a most important relic.
There had been something that he had found...amongst all the stuff that was in a small room that was considered the 'store room'. It had been there for a long time and...he could tell since it looked rather beat up and ...well covered in a lot of dust. Curious. Why would a lute be in their storage? Looking it over the instrument was in pretty rough condition, the arm looked like it had been 'bent' and upon closer inspection discovered that their was indeed a crack the the base. More curious.
If it was in good condition he could understand why it was kept, but it looked...like it should of been thrown out. Quietly he went about sneaking to his bedroom with his prize in hand. Nestling the instrument in the furs on his bed he then went to the kitchen asking his mother for some oil. His request was met with a raised eyebrow but she complied but with only a little as the stuff in question was pricey to get a hold of. Retreating back to his room he found an old shirt that didn't fit him anymore and went about ripping it into smaller workable pieces.
Dabbing oil onto the now rags he worked it into the wood, hoping that a good polishing would help regain its shine and perhaps dignity. Hours he worked away at it, his mother had come to check on him several times as it was very unlike Borra to stay quiet for such a length of time. This of course would lead to him hiding the instrument and saying that he was polishing his boots. Which was met with another raised eyebrow before she finally gave up being curious about what he was actually doing. She wasn't stupid, his boots were at the front door...
Still Borra stayed in his room for a better part of the day polishing the thirsty wood until he ran out of oil. It was looking better, not nearly as neglected as that morning. Now what to do about the strings? Looking the instrument over he went to tighten the strings that weren't broken and ended up braking another one in the process. A frustrated puff of air from his lips as he studied the instrument wondering how to fix the strings. He was at a loss, he would need to ask an adult to fix it, but he had a feeling he wasn't suppose to of found this little secret.
Leaning back onto his bed the instrument in his hands he peered at it a moment longer. Who did this belong to? Why had it be discarded and yet still kept? No one in his family played any sort of instruments...at least he didn't recall seeing any of them play...perhaps one of his grandparents? His family never spoke of their grandparents, at least not the ones who were deceased. So it was likely that it could of belonged to one of them. But if this was an heirloom why hide it? Wouldn't one want to keep something as special as this out in the open?
The instrument was on a whole fairly plain, or at least it appeared to be before he oiled it up. Running his thumb over the handle he realized there use to be images..or at least paint on it. Faded greens and blues were on the handle and though no scene could be made out it felt like he had discovered a little secret about the instrument. Whoever it belonged to in the past loved it a lot to have worn the paint off, that or it was really really old.
Either way he suddenly realized he should be handling it ...with greater care. What if he broke it? Lowering it quickly to his chest he sat up and then gently placed it on his bed, as if the thought of it falling apart on him would cause the lute to fall apart in moments.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a frown as he tried to think of the best way to deal with getting the instrument repaired. Looking over he found a some thin towels and then carefully wrapped the precious discovery inside the folds. After all he would need to sneak it out of the house, and this way the blankets would add extra protection when he carried it. Beaming at his brilliant idea he would need to make sure his mother was busy enough she wouldn't ask what was in the bag.
Placing the lute into the largest satchel he owned, the arm still stuck out awkwardly but there was nothing that could be done about that. Peeking out of his room he could hear sounds of his mother in the cooking area and thus he felt it was safe to escape. His sister was of course watching him like a hawk, wondering what he was up to being so secretive. But Sin'qua didn't stop him, but only retreated back to her own room.
He was almost to the front door when there was the sound of someone clearing their throat.
"And...where do you think your going?"
The young man cringed his hand had just gotten to the door, he could feel the wood against the tips of his fingers. He had gotten so close...
"Uh...just out mom." He replied hoping he could just escape quickly without any further questions.
"Don't you remember......Borra? There is a snow storm outside...so I don't think YOU are going anywhere." Came a very firm and final tone from his mother. Borra blinked, right..he had completely forgotten about the snow storm.
"AH...hah...ha...right mom.. I'll..got back to my room.."
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