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Post by Anna on Jun 9, 2009 11:56:50 GMT -6
Hourel smiled as he watched the pips dancing on the shore, making short dashes out into the curling surf, only to run back onto the sand. They wanted, one and all, to be going with the hunters. Their age held them back, and Hourel had no intention of allowing any of them to participate in this hunt until they'd seen three eights of years.
He could feel his lifemates exhilariation shining down their bond and her zest made his smile widen. Yes, he worried when she went on these hunts, but he treasured her for the very fire that made it necessary for her to go. He couldn't stop himself from asking her to take care, for attempting to make her aware of the danger - but he'd never really, truly try to stop her from going. That was his risk.
He made his rounds, going by storage caverns to kitchen to feasting grotto. He watched the children make banners and streamers, and listened to his podmates, so many of them with at least a hint of his blood in them, chatter and sing as they worked.
The weather was clear and bright, the temperature warm but not hot. It was an ideal day for the hunt and celebration.
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Post by meimei on Jun 9, 2009 20:37:36 GMT -6
Keta ran with her agemates along the shore, hearing her mother's call to the hunters. She dived in the surf as well -leaping high before plunging into the cool, familiar waters below. Then she swam back to shore, looking out anxiously at the waves.
She was much too young to join the hunters. She wasn't certain yet if that was the path she wished to follow, either. But the excitement made her want to do something. She ran back to where some of the other pips were making banners and streamers. She watched for a minute before someone pulled her in to start working on some as well. She wasn't even sure who had. Around her she heard the voices of her tribe, and bits of songs that some broke out into. She saw her father making his rounds and waved excitedly Nothing could ruin this day. It seemed too perfect.
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Post by peachbug on Jun 11, 2009 13:54:48 GMT -6
Tylah roamed the edge of the shore, letting the waves crash on her bare legs, as the hunters joined Ashera. It was a perfect day indeed, and the festivities had barely begun.
Tylah was more healer than hunter, and the risk of her becoming one of the injured and endangering even one member of the pod who might need her skills was more than she could bear to try, so she'd long ago decided to assist with preparing the feast rather than collecting it. It was no loss to her. Helping the pips collect stones and shells while they waited, speaking with the elders, and simply enjoying the togetherness of the pod was more than what she needed to be happy.
Her grandfather Jahtil was joining the hunt, while Inga remained behind to guide the preparations alongside Hourel and the other elders. The weaver had never expressed anxiety at her mate's avid hunting in the face of unusual dangers, but that was her nature. Calm, loving, and accepting of what joys and pains were likely to come with this hunt. Ornah was also joining of course, and Tylah felt a swell of pride as her mother's tail flashed above a heavy wave. They did not speak often enough. Perhaps this celebration would be different, a reunion for seasons spent apart.
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Post by meimei on Jun 17, 2009 9:20:20 GMT -6
Strell emerged from the waves to the land, shaking his head as he listened to his cousin's banter as the group gathered to hunt the redfins. In his hands he carried a net full of oysters - his offering to the feast. He glanced around at the preperations with a smile, then glanced back to watch Nahual leap from high into the ocean, slithering around pointed rocks. His lips lifted in a proud smile, even as others sent disapprovingly of her stunt. He would worry for her, and for Rahliten and Raley - as always. There was always the chance one of them wouldn't return. But that - too - was part of living. And Strell would never ask them to not do what came so naturally to them. He turned back to the task at hand, spotting Hourel.
Strell to Hourel
**Where do you want these, Elder? If you let the pips work on them, they'll leave none for the feast!** His sending was tinged with amusement.
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Post by Anna on Jun 17, 2009 23:39:51 GMT -6
Hourel to Strell
The elder turned to the oyster farmer as he approached with his sack of oysters. "Strell," he said in greeting. "You are correct, I believe. Should the children have charge of these, there would be games and no food."
Hourel led the way to the cooking area and watched as one of the cooks hurried forward to accept the bag from Strell. "Might we have a selection?" he requested of the maid. "Some raw, some broiled?"
"Some stewed, some fried, some baked, and some roasted," the cook promised with a laugh. "Now shoo away, Hourel, Strell! Away, away! I know how quick your fingers can be when there are treats to be had!"
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Post by meimei on Jun 19, 2009 9:44:01 GMT -6
Strell to Hourel
Strell had already spied a basket of dark berries to the side. He eyed them as the cook came up to take the bag. He couldn't help but snort with laughter at her words. Must have been reading his mind.
"Who us?" He grinned, winking at Hourel. "We'd never do anything of the sort..." He then reached out to grab a handful of the berries, knowing the cook couldn't do anything without dropping the bag of oysters.
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