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Post by Multi-Facets on Dec 29, 2008 22:30:31 GMT -6
"I can work with shell too," Shellslip reminded. "Lightgaze would have plenty of help from me." She winked, giggling again. "I promise I wouldn't get bored and wander off."
Silent paused, comprehension dawning. **I.... I would know,** he sent, wonder in the words. **I'd feel/[hear it] it coming, wouldn't I?** He found himself smiling. **That would be so useful, wouldn't it?**
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Post by peachbug on Dec 29, 2008 23:57:34 GMT -6
"Well of course you can work shell." Evenstar laughed. "But cutting so many pieces just right and finding the right type of skin..." She rubbed the piece of shell in both hands. "I can't wait to try it. It will really be beautiful." After a moment, she glanced back over the stream again. "I fear Sunsong is busy for now. Would you like to come with me for a short hunt? You've already worked so hard to get us this meat, you needn't make the kill. It would be nice for some company. To be alone here in the strange place..." She shivered. "I really would like someone to come with me. If you can't, it's fine, I'll go back to camp and ask."
Redthorn smiled at Silent's realization. **Of course it would. Your gift is beyond my experience and knowledge, but all the High Ones' gifts are useful. You will find a fair place and time for it, you'll see.**
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Post by Multi-Facets on Dec 30, 2008 23:30:16 GMT -6
"You're right, of course," the redheaded maiden agreed, finally seeing the point. "I'm no tanner, and cutting as many shell pieces as needed might take a lot of time. Shell must be treated with delicacy, after all."
She mulled over the offer of the hunt. "We might have to settle for small game, and even that seems to be scarce. How do you propose we round some up?" Shellslip asked, and had one of the mussel meats.
Silent straightened up considerably, and finished re-stocking the pebbles. **I'll listen very closely, as best I can,** he promised Redthorn.
Having a purpose like that felt WONDERFUL.
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Post by peachbug on Jan 1, 2009 19:58:43 GMT -6
"Well..." Evenstar considered, still turning the shell piece in her fingers. "The wolves are always useful for flushing game, but they do better with larger, and besides, they need the rest." She sighed. "We could dig up some fresh roots and leave them out, that would interest ravvits...but that would take forever! We would have to sit for a day before small game was willing to approach something that smelled wolf." She sighed again.
"Maybe we just need one tired wolf. I could have Farpace take a quick run through the brush and see what darts out. I'll have to be quick though, and not waste arrows." Evenstar touched her bow. "Maybe even a dagger will do. What do you think?" She wrinkled up her nose in a sheepish smile. "What an awful huntress I am! I really do prefer the larger game."
Redthorn smiled at the boy's enthusiasm and turned her attentions back to her lifemate and cub.
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Post by Viola on Jan 5, 2009 2:25:45 GMT -6
Longdusk couldn't sit still. His thoughts flew from the elves who had left to investigate the rocks, to the ones who had wanted to hunt and now didn't go on a hunt. He paced up and down near the shelters Sunsong had shaped for them, casting a glance in Evenstar's direction, as well as looking up to the den his mother had disappeared into, before tilting his head to the direction they had come from, re-entering their shelter. He suppressed a growl.
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Post by peachbug on Jan 5, 2009 23:00:36 GMT -6
Redthorn's hunter keen ears heard the faintest sounds of Longdusk's pacing, and curious as well as concerned, excused herself from both cub and mate. Silvercub went about as well as before, perfecting cartwheels beneath her father's watchful eye. Redthorn did not prefer distance sending as a method of counsel, even though she had to use it with Silent. If possible, as now, she would make herself known physically.
She slipped over one of their makeshift shelters as gently as possible, but did not try to hide her sound or scent. *Longdusk?* She sent, mixing concern and love with her firm sending. *You are troubled?*
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jan 9, 2009 0:51:45 GMT -6
"I wouldn't say awful," Shellslip chided. "Just keeping to your preferences. But you're right, a dagger does wonders for small game." She finally finished cracking the shells and began picking pieces that had some particularly nice colors. "So do darts, which is why I use them. If you think Farpace would be up to flushing game, then we could certainly try it."
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Post by peachbug on Jan 9, 2009 21:00:59 GMT -6
(OOC: Evenstar is going to skip ahead to flushing game here, unless it should be a separate post.)
*Puckernuts!*
Evenstar frowned as her dagger dug in just behind the heel of a skittering brown ravvit that scooted his lucky butt right back under another patch of brush. Farpace emerged panting but cheerful despite the loss. *I haven't practiced nearly enough.* She sent to Shellslip. *But I suppose they can't hand themselves over to be skinned.* She sighed out loud and slipped from her place behind some brush and low branches to collect the small dagger again.
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Post by Viola on Jan 13, 2009 7:42:29 GMT -6
**Aren't you?** he retorted the question of his mother's soulsister. **Half of the hunters are off exploring a pile of rubble I'd rather had left alone -- who knows what they might stirr. The rest of us is excused to the hiding place we started from. We could better have moved on. This curiosity is dangerous.**
His grey eyes fixed on Redthorn's face. **Tell me you feel it too.** he more or less demanded. She had a cub, she must feel uneasy because of the situation. True, there had been other dangerous and tricky days between the time they had left the familiar holt and the current night, but this was different. Like doom lurked around the corner. And Longdusk didn't trust it at all.
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Post by peachbug on Jan 13, 2009 20:40:23 GMT -6
Redthorn turned slightly away in thought for a few moments before answering. **It is already done.** She began. **I worry for the fates of our exploring tribemates as a wolf worries for her missing packmates. The possibilities are endless, beyond imagining...but the wolf does not linger on it.** She sent firmly.
**We are elves, we wish to know everything...but as Wolfriders, we must surrender to a wiser blood.** Redthorn pointed back where the wolves had exited. **My Whitecrest mourns his missing mate, Stormfire's bond, as I would mourn my Icemark. But he leads, he does not whimper in his den like a cub.**
She sighed. **As for Stormfire...we will see what comes of her chief's wisdom. Your deep worries have come at the loss of the Now, Longdusk.** Redthorn came forward and touched his shoulder gently, tilting her head. **Worry with me, but do not let it rule you. You are too strong for that.**
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