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Post by Anna on Jun 23, 2009 11:44:30 GMT -6
Sunsong stuck her tongue out at Firecat, then laughed and danced over to her friend, slipping an arm around her waist. "No, no splitting up," she decided for them all. "I want to meet them both." She pursed her lips thoughtfully, then grinned. "It's obvious. We'll just go tell them that their grass-den is ready! We'll have to tell them both, of course, since they'll be sharing it."
The plant shaper looked thoughtfully towards Nightsun as the female started trickling dirt over her fire, slowly suffocating it. "We can leave Wingfoot to take care of her," she giggled. "Let's go get growly-bear first!"
With her arm still around Firecat, Sunsong led the way to where Ashglow had decided to haunt the outer edges of the camp. The last grass-den she'd shaped was nearby, which she took as a sign the High Ones approved of their descendents becoming friends. She had certainly paid no attention to where people were while she was doing the shaping!
"Bright moons, Ashglow!" Sunsong sang out as soon as they were close enough to clearly see him. "We've come to see if you and your brother would like to den with us tonight. The grass doesn't make much of a shelter, but it keeps the weather off while you're sleeping!"
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Post by meimei on Jun 23, 2009 23:51:44 GMT -6
Ashglow glanced back at the words. Pausing at the group that were approaching him. Both food and water had apparently refreshed the strangers. They seemed in better spirits than when they'd first met. Not that he supposed he'd made any better of an impression. The greeting was unfamiliar to him, but the meaning was obvious. He studied the bright elf that had spoken for a moment. Her hair was far lighter than either he or his siblings. Or any of his tribe that he remembered, truly. And her expression was welcoming and bright.
"Grass dens?" He asked, unfamiliar with what it meant. Some sort of structure to sleep in, apparently, from her comment about shelter. He'd seen them carrying nothing to make a shelter, though. Strange. "The weather is fine enough, and we have our tent if it takes a turn."
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Post by Anna on Jun 24, 2009 0:10:06 GMT -6
Sunsong pouted, then slipped a hand around his arm to turn him around. "Grass dens," she reiterated, pointing to the rounded domes of grass that her magic and grown and woven together. "I shaped an extra one. After you and your brother did the hunting, and your sister the fishing, at lease you could let us provide the shelter."
She smiled then and looked up to meet his eyes. "Wingfoot was being too dramatic for you to meet the rest of us. I'm Sunsong. That's Shellslip, Firecat, and Tallspear." She let her smile fade and her blue-green eyes go sad. "You're not going to say no, are you?" she asked, just a hint of a quiver in her voice. "We were so hoping you would den with us." She looked at the other two females. "Weren't we, Shellslip? Firecat?"
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Post by Viola on Jun 24, 2009 9:51:24 GMT -6
Firecat let Sunsong drag her along willingly, and laughed just before they met Ashglow. The darkskinned elf seemed so gloomy, he could definitely use some cheering up. "The grass dens are actually pretty comfy," Firecat purred, when it was obvious when he didn't know what it was. "Sunsong's had lots of experience these last couple of days. Especially when you share them with others," she confirmed the plant shapers words. "Hoping, definitely."
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jun 24, 2009 12:30:18 GMT -6
"Oh yes," Shellslip chipped in, clasping her hands under her chin and turning her most charming smile on Ashglow. "We're very good company. We could tell stories of our people, compare our journeys, and whatever else we can think up." Her tone became a little sly on the last part, and she half-lowered her eyelids as her smile grew half sultry, half welcoming. "Surely it's too nice a night to be alone, isn't it?"
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Post by meimei on Jun 25, 2009 8:49:52 GMT -6
Ashglow paused, taking in the three as they spoke. This was certainly not how he'd have expected the days journey to end. Even after they'd met the other elves. A part of him still felt wary of the strangers, but the longing to experience joining again was stronger. He briefly thought of Redwing, who's bright smile and laugh was forever part of his memories of her and their joinings. If the passed elves did watch over them, then he knew which choice she'd encourage him to take.
Lowering his head for a moment, he found himself chuckling in amusement. "Certainly not how I expected this day to end." He murmurred, before raising his gaze to the group. Their was a hint of both amusement and something more in his eyes. "My parent's parent spoke of plantshapers, but our tribe could not boast one. I would be interested in seeing these "grass dens of yours." He glanced at Sunsong, then up at Tallspear. "But I don't believe I caught all of your names yet."
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Post by Anna on Jun 25, 2009 9:14:50 GMT -6
Sunsong gave a bright laugh, then twined her arms around one of his. She had given him their names, but no matter - it was certainly simple enough to do it again! "I'm Sunsong," she said, leaning against him a little as she turned and smiled at her friends. "That's Shellslip who's offering to tell stories. Firecat is the one living up to her name, and I still don't know how she manages to purr so! Tallspear is the silent one, but he won't stay that way for long - one way or another!"
She looked up at Ashglow and her smile turned sympathetic. "It sounds like our arrival surprised you as much as your presence surprised us. Let's find your brother, Ashglow, and we can take you to the dens. It's a little early yet, but maybe if we spend some time getting to know each other, we'll find that there's no need for so much caution."
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Post by Kris on Jun 25, 2009 22:01:16 GMT -6
Tallspear looked away and hid a grin. Trust Sunsong to put the stranger at ease. She had what his sire called "winning ways," with her sweet face, bright smile, and irresistible smile.
Not that he felt much up to flashing smiles at the strangers; the maiden was certainly a few eggs short of a full nest, no matter how many times she made Wingfoot faint, and Tallspear wasn't sure her brothers were going to be that friendly either. But there was Shellslip, Firecat, and Sunsong; as long as the stranger didn't threaten them, Tallspear supposed he could return the favor. And if matters got a little friendlier, well, it would at least be an interesting way to get to know each other . . .
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Post by Viola on Jun 26, 2009 1:05:21 GMT -6
"Expectations can always turn out for the better," Firecat winked at Ashglow. She was pretty comfortable with Sunsong taking the lead. Knowing that her seducing skills would probably have worked on their own, as well, she liked playing this game via Sunsong, too. She grinned when Sunsong confessed that she didn't know where the purring came from, and declared: "It's living up to my namesake."
Still having her arm firmly wrapped around Sunsong's waist, she stretched out a hand for Ashglow to take. "I'm sure you'll find the grass dens very.. interesting. Sunsong makes them quite comfy!"
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Post by meimei on Jun 26, 2009 9:47:39 GMT -6
(OOC: Somehow I'd missed that Sunsong had introduced herself and Tallspear. Silly me! Oh, well, that's okay.)
Ashglow really hadn't been paying attention the first time the maiden had introduced them, but this time he listened - taking in the group. Whether the night ended in talk or something more, at least they would learn more about the strangers. He didn't think it would make him any less cautious, and he hesitated when Firecat offered her hand. Sunsong had ahold of one of his arms, and if he gave the other hand to her, it would mean he couldn't reach for his weapon if the meeting turned out to not be as friendly as it appeared. Cursing himself for being unable to decide whether to trust the strangers or not, he glanced towards the fire - noting that it was long cold now. Nightsun was nowhere to be seen, and he fought the urge to send to her and make sure she was alright. He would warn his siblings to be cautious, but he would never interfere with their decisions once made. He thought he could make out Starpath's form - a darker shadow pacing in the darkness.
"I will call my brother." He stated, slowly taking Firecat's offered hand.
**Starpath, one of the wolfriders has shaping magic and has made tents from the grass. They've offered to share them with us.** Amusement and caution were mixed in the sending. **Would you join us?**
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