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 Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 12:18 am
Aiolos was looking his list over, humming to himself as he went. He was on his way to another of his 'chores', wanting to see about getting them worked on, but had decided on the way to leave the beaten path. If he could he would gather herbs on his way, seeing it as a good way to make a bit of money on the side. Between the chores he was doing, the herbs he was gathering to sell, the weapon that was promised to him by the blacksmith, and the orbs he had hidden, he was doing well! He just had to continue to forge ahead in such a manner and one day he was going to have all of the things that he dreamed about at night.
"Don't worry mother, father, I am doing well by the grace of Seren, soon enough your son is going to become someone worthy of your legacy." He murmured, resting a hand on his heart for a moment before he continued forward, his eyes flicking back and forth, before he gave a happy sound. There we go! There was an herb worth gathering, useful for burn wounds if he recalled right, and one that sold pretty well. He started forward it when the ground between his feet made a disturbing sort of 'squish' sound, something that made him give pause, "Ew..." He looked down at the squishy mud, eyes narrowing, before he pulled it free, "Stupid mud, I can't afford to lose my shoes." He told it in a rather displeased manner.
Moving to one side, hoping to skirt around the mud pit, something else suddenly caught his attention, something far... weirder? Worse? Messier? He blinked a couple times as he spotted what he'd assumed was a boy off in the mud, looking as though he were trying to become a part of the sticky goop. It was enough to make him go wide eyed and slack jawed from shock before he demanded of him, "What in the name of Seren's wings are you doing in there?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 12:58 am
Alabaster was in an off mood, to be honest. His teachers had gone and challenged him again, which, in truth, meant that they'd merely suggested that he not waste his school day gathering plants and actually apply himself. It was all the same to him. They doubted his ability to identify plants, they doubted his ability to do anything! The redhead had fled and hovered his way through town in frustration before finally deciding on taking a walk through the woods by the market. He'd gotten himself lost, which didn't concern him, the forest had never been dangerous to him before, and he didn't expect it to be dangerous any time soon. However, when he spotted a section of strange plants growing out of the mud along the path, things got... Well, a little messy.
"Wha?" Alabaster said, tilting his head up from his space in the mud. Who was there? He couldn't see anyone! Why was everything so red? Was he hurt? He raised a hand to touch his head and smiled. Oh, it was just his hair over his eyes, not blood! He laughed, parted his hair, and grinned at Aiolos. "I'm picking these weird roots out of the mud! I've never seen them before and I wanna know what they are, but I need to gather a good amount so I can save some for later, just in case they're something good! Wanna help?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 1:13 am
The small friani orakoir was out foraging for something to eat. His vision was alright right now. The light helped, though things were still blurry it was fine. He skittered along the tree roots, popping up like a cute little Magbit before ducking down to skitter further. He sniffed at the forest floor for food. He skittered to a all stop as he stared at the two.....what were those?!? He squinted...
One seemed to be all read. What the...was he hurt?!? Oh!!! Oh no...he had red hair. Lots of little amber things are him...he blinked letting out a small squeak as the light caught the goggles. Okay that was bright...bright things needed to be put back in the ground. He made the mental note to take those bright things to bury back home with all the other bright things he's taken.
He looked at the other...oh. He liked that outfit. That one was interesting indeed. Matched the grass color. He liked grass. It was fun to roll in, would this male be fun to roll into as well? He shook his head...these two were weird...what were they? Why were they here?
He picked that moment to warily step out watching them. He sat to let them finish talking. It seemed mean to come between them.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 1:39 am
Aiolos tilted his head to one side, starring at the boy that seemed to be rather pleased despite the fact that he was such a mess. He wasn't sure if he should be impressed and grossed out given all the mud, not exactly something that he wanted to go diving into. At least until he made mention of the 'weird roots' which were something that caught his attention. His white wings gave a flutter before he said, "You have never seen them before?" He looked uncertain if he wanted to chance it. What if they weren't worth the effort? He wanted to go after herbs that he knew were worth good money to him instead of taking a risk on something that was unknown. He gave a shake of his head, "I am looking for herbs I know, herbs I can sell. I can't risk it on..." He trailed off when he heard movement through the grass, movement that seemed to be coming slowly closer to himself and the muddy boy. He froze for a moment before his hand went to his side to the temporary weapon he had there, letting his hand resting on it, before turning toward the sound. He was prepared for a battle, was even ready to attack when he saw the creature as he thought for a moment that maybe it was a baby dragon... at least until he really looked. No, that looked more like a little Khehora, but at the same time if it was feral it might be just as dangers, "Be on guard, Mud, it seems that there is something potentially dangerous in our midst." He called to the redhead as he took his mace off his belt, pointing it at Khehora, waiting to see if the creature was dangerous or not. If it came at them then he'd take a swing, if not then he'd put his weapon away. He prefer not to have to battle with something so small, it didn't quite seem right, but if it proved to be a threat then he'd do what he had to do.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 10:36 pm
"Hm, what'cha say?" Alabaster asked, tilting his head to the side. He'd gone back to his mud digging quickly after greeting Aiolos and missed pretty much everything he'd said to him up until drawing his mace. It was needless to say that Alabaster didn't seem to be the most attentive of children, nor the smartest, as he slowly turned his body around to look at what the other male was talking about. Mud, dangerous, be on guard, what was this green haired kid going on about? Red eyes squinted and flexed wide open, finally seeing the Khehora that had stumbled upon them.
"OHMYGOSH, A DRAGON!" He cried, bounding out of the mud and towards it. "Hello little dragon, I'm Alabaster! Ooooh, this is so cool! I've never met a dragon before! Where do you come from? Can you fly? Tell me, tell me, tell me!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:46 am
Valspar was calm for all of three seconds before squeaking and diving into the exposed tree roots of a old tree nearby. That was scary!!!!!!! He watched the mud covered thing first. Then looked to the grass colored thing....with a stick. He let out a whimper. He hated sticks...he then looked back to the mud covered one. The small lizard flickered his forked tounge as his young mind slowly processed the words the other was saying...words...words. Oh right! His mother taught them words. He had to focus...sounds. Mother said they could use their trills and squeaks to resemble words for the two leggers. Could he do that now...the hatchling couldn't tell until he tried. Well, no time like the present. It was a flickered trill which bleed into his weak...tiny voice as it spilled out. There was a mess of trills underlying his words...but hey...it was sorta understandable... "A-alabassster..." he said the name slowly, his voice a little above a soft tenor the slight hiss a side effect of his trills, "I...I glide...don't fly. Den isss home. Home isssn't here." he then recalled proper manners. His Mother said that his name was too complex for two leggers but there was a way to translate it for them. Focusing his trills again he uttered the name his mother told him for others, "Valspar." The little dragon wasn't about to walk out and be all friendly with them. No, no, no, no....one of them had a stick. Sticks hurt. Really hurt. He made a funny little face hidden in the half shadows of the tree he had taken shelter under. Glancing out he wanted to know where that stick was going to be kept. Better to stay far away from that side as he could. He waited for their reactions...keeping a sharp ear on their words. Remembering his Mother's lessons...
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 9:54 pm
Aiolos stood there a moment, starring, before he lifted a hand to rub it against his temples as the one he'd called Mud, who didn't even react to such a nickname was suddenly rushing after the Khehora pup. Instead of trying to attack though the creature... ran? Sighing a little he realized that there was no need for a weapon at the moment as he returned his mace to his side, where it would hang until the need to use it arose again. Maybe to hit that redheaded kid to knock some sort of sense into him? Didn't he know that he could have been hurt if the Khehora proved violent or to have blood lust? Walking over toward the pair, slowly, because he still didn't quite trust either of them since one seemed too stupid so it had to be an act, and the other had sharp teeth and claws. He listed to what both were saying and there was that part of him that was confused by it all. How could he talk so easily to a creature that could be dangerous? How could the Khehora talk at all since it was quite young? It must be a really smart one. Listening helped him to learn more then that, so Mud's actually name was Alabaster... a name that didn't suit him at all given his current state. The Khehora pup was Valspar, and he found himself wondering if he should introduce himself but couldn't quite find his voice due to being a bit flabbergasted at the moment, still, after Mud's stunt. Surely he must know the dangerous of Khehora? More important he must know the danger of dragons? He'd called Valspar a dragon when he rushed him... it made no sense, why would a person rush at a dragon even if it were a tiny one?
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