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Post by peachbug on Feb 23, 2009 21:50:05 GMT -6
"What is it?" Redthorn swept across the hard ground silently, concern etched on her face as she approached the two. "What did you send for?"
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Post by Multi-Facets on Feb 24, 2009 0:04:53 GMT -6
Shellslip held out the statue. "This!" she said importantly. "Evenstar and I found this while we were hunting. It has pointed ears and four fingers," she added, letting everyone draw their own conclusions.
Silent wrapped his mantle a bit more tightly about him and tried to focus on the statue, "touching" it through the Song. It rang loudly with age, and perhaps there was the faintest trace of some kind of memory, something he could barely "hear".
Who could have made it? Why had it been forgotten? Where had it belonged? He asked, but at the same time, he knew his mind could not trace the Song far enough for the answers. Silent shook himself and dragged his thoughts away from trying. *You won't keep it, will you?* he sent anxiously.
Shellslip looked at him as if he had asked what color the sky was. "Of course not! It's not something we can use," she replied sharply, and Silent shrank back.
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Post by peachbug on Feb 24, 2009 19:25:35 GMT -6
"It's all right, Silent," Evenstar gave a playful reproaching glance at the older Shellslip. She knew how easily intimidated the elf could get by the usual Wolfrider roughness and with all the odd behavior from the tribe, it put them all on edge. Her thoughts drifted back to Stormfire's decision, but she snapped back.
"I think...once Stormfire and the rest of the tribe has seen it, we should bury it. I don't know about humans in this area, but I wouldn't want to give them any bad ideas." She nibbled her lip and glanced at the rusted thing.
Redthorn was taken aback at the cubs' discovery, their chatter lost to her as she studied the statue. Her first slow thought was that it looked gaunt, it's arms and legs too skinny for an elf. As the huntress stepped closer, she recognized that the figure was just very tall and was definitely elven in form, delicate features visible where the rust and earth had been scraped away.
"Timmorn's blood!" Redthorn uttered the oath with a short breath. What possessed this place they had come to, to find so much strangeness so close to where Stormfire had insisted upon exploring? She trembled within herself at the possibilities that flooded her thoughts, but she refused to be overwhelmed by worry again. Her weakness at the tumbled mountain had been purely triggered by stress and worry, she had determined to herself, and she would be stronger for these cubs here.
"How did you find this?" She began slowly to Evenstar and Shellslip, eager to know that they were put in no danger. As she asked, she sent to the lagging healer and fellow elders an image of what the cubs had brought.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Feb 24, 2009 22:00:59 GMT -6
"Oh, it's surprisingly simple. We were trying to hunt," Shellslip explained, "and we did manage to get some squirrels, mostly by luck." She hefted the statue a bit. "I got one with a dart, and it fell, with the dart striking this." The redheaded maiden let Evenstar take the statue as she pulled out one of her darts as an example. "Since this is stone, it made a very queer noise."
*It really should be buried [forgotten/forsaken/left alone],* Silent added, mostly to Evenstar, but his thoughts were still open.
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Post by peachbug on Feb 24, 2009 23:26:57 GMT -6
Evenstar nodded to Silent and Redthorn. "Yes, it was the strangest thing! I don't really know what else to say." She almost lost balance with the statue as she tried to turn it around to look at it. "It's very tall, like no Wolfrider I've seen. I was the tallest at the old holt and I would stand like a half-grown cubling to an elf this size!" She paused, unsure if she should evoke the title of the revered High Ones and risk sounding like a dreamberry addled cub. She shared in Silent's discomfort with holding onto this piece, and sent back so, but restrained her deep curiousity.
Redthorn shook her head of red braids, arms folded. "You found it with no harm done to yourself or another, at least we have that. When Lightgaze, Wingfoot, and Mist arrive, we will take a closer look. For now, let's set it down, we can all take a better look."
Evenstar cleared a patch of dry earth with her small foot, and rested the statue onto the ground.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Mar 10, 2009 1:40:17 GMT -6
Shellslip dusted off her hands. "Maybe a troll made it," she mused.
Silent just shrugged, turning away. He wasn't going to be near that statue if he could help it; it had its own kind of dissonance. *I'm going back.*
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Post by peachbug on Mar 12, 2009 13:57:42 GMT -6
Redthorn wrinkled her nose at the thought of the stinking, hulking creatures creating something so delicately featured. "We'll see, cub, this doesn't stink or look of their work. They wouldn't bother with the image of our kind, they find us as disgusting as we find them! Then again, strange enough has happened."
*Don't leave! The elders haven't even gathered.* Evenstar sent back to Silent without thinking to speak out loud. *You are gifted to such things, we may need you yet.* The tanner was more comfortable knowing Silent, along with her other tribemates, might share in the strange discovery. Surely he would know that sort of curiousity, to wonder about the out of place? "You see what we can't." She offered.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Mar 12, 2009 21:08:05 GMT -6
Silent stopped dead, looking over his shoulder in surprise. How could Evenstar have known? He supposed his reaction to the pile of rubble had something to do with it.
Shellslip frowned and asked "What could Silent possibly tell us?"
The words were like a slap, but he was used to the feeling by now. *What could you?* Silent inquired, and Shellslip frowned.
"It's old," she ventured, "and Redthorn's right that it probably wasn't made by a troll."
Silent just nodded and left it at that, though Shellslip's frown deepened. What does he know? she wondered.
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Post by peachbug on Mar 12, 2009 23:27:32 GMT -6
"I've seen a rockshaper work fine rock, sometimes hard metals, but not like this. I can't say either way." Redthorn admitted, shrugging and eyeing the flicker of sending between Silent and Evenstar. The verbal tussle between Shellslip and Silent amused her despite the circumstances.
"As for Silent..." She gave them both a pausing glance. "And yourself, Shellslip, no thoughts are useless to this new...thing. I value your thoughts as much as any tribemates, as you should each others. Our experiences give us value, however many or long."
Evenstar flushed at Silent's startled expression. "You never look at small things the way we do...like the wolves do. Surely there's a good purpose? In mind, you are there when we are not and not when we are there..." She silenced herself as embarassed words started to tumble off her tongue and turned her words to the others.
"What point is there to making a figure of an elf?"
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Post by Multi-Facets on Mar 13, 2009 1:39:49 GMT -6
Gratified by Redthorn's and Evenstar's words, Silent thought about them carefully, and measured them against what he had barely sensed from the statue itself. *Memory,* he sent at last. *Something had to be remembered with that statue. Something important.*
He looked at the figure again. *That seems to be a male, so it was made for or made to remember a male. But it's a sad memory.* He stopped, realizing he had said so much so clearly without tangling his emotions in his impressions, and blushed. Was that a good thing?
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