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Post by Anna on Jun 26, 2009 11:42:19 GMT -6
((OOC: He's had a very overwhelming day, so it's understandable. Heck, sometimes when I first meet a group of people, I don't remember their names any longer than it takes for them to say 'em!  )) "Oh, good!" Sunsong said with a bright smile. "And I shall fetch him!" She released Ashglow's arm and darted off, directly for the night-shrouded from of Ashglow's brother, laughing as she ran. This had been easier than she thought it would be! They had looked so grim and wary when the Wolfriders had arrived at the river. Sunsong had been sure it would take much longer to persuade the males to join them. She didn't worry about Nightsun, however. Their sister had seemed quite trusting and welcoming - and Wingfoot had certainly seemed to assign himself the pleasure of getting to know her. New elves! What fascinating tales and stories they must have! "Starpath, please come!" she said, dancing to a halt beside him and reaching for his hand. "Has your brother sent to you? You're welcome to den with us!" |
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Post by peachbug on Jun 27, 2009 18:47:37 GMT -6
Starpath jumped slightly, startled by the gold haired maiden's emergence from the dark. As she extended her hand, he stared warily, pulling his hand away from hers. His eyes betrayed surprise more than any malice towards the gesture. Yes, his brother's sending had reached him not long before, but he hadn't expected any of the Wolfriders to come prancing over and insisting on it. Had his brother really been so easy to convince, after treating them with with the most suspicion? Was Ashglow so eager for joining and companionship?
Was Starpath? The stargazer considered his options slowly, still silent to the maiden's offer. Hadn't he just finished telling Nightsun that he was not ready to know another tribe so well, to love and live alongside new elves? How long would he wait, though? His sister had clearly chosen, and now his brother. What harm in letting the Wolfriders show him their ways? It did not mean he had to have any love or life among them until he chose. Besides, this Wolfrider stared up at him with luminous eyes the color of shallow pools of vastdeep waters, almost as though she had no thought but what she'd just asked.
"So," Starpath relentingly took her hand himself. "Which one of you is a shaper? There were none among our tribe..."
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Post by Anna on Jun 27, 2009 19:53:59 GMT -6
Sunsong laughed, happy his long silence had ended in agreement. She tugged him back toward her friends. "I am," she said cheerfully. "I'm Sunsong. The magic came not so long ago and I'm still learning. Mother taught me the basics before we left, but I think she misjudged what I can actually do." She flashed Starpath a joyous smile. "She said I'd only be able to strengthen plants, mend them a bit. I've been doing so much more than that, though! It's been wonderful!"
As they reached Ashglow and the others, Sunsong proceeded with introductions. "Shellslip is the redhead. She can do a bit of everything, but she has a gift for finding the best shellfish, and making ornaments from the shells. Firecat is the golden-haired one, and the tribe's fisher. Even the most wolf-blooded Wolfrider will admit that fish is a welcome change on occasion!" Sunsong winked at the fisher. "And lastly, our night-haired cubling, Tallspear. He's one of our best hunters."
Sunsong released Starpath's hand and danced to Tallspear's side, slipply smoothly between his arm and torso so that she was close to his side. Her open affection clearly showed that her 'cubling' comment was meant in jest, but it was, in essence, true. Sunsong was more than 50 years older than Tallspear. Firecat had another twenty years on Sunsong, while Shellslip had a full 200 turnings of the seasons to Tallspear's mere 35.
Age, however, meant litter and once an elf reached physical maturity, there really was no way to truly know how long he or she had lived, and how much longer yet they had to go.
"The dens are this way," Sunsong said, tilting her head towards a smooth, rounded shape that was visible a short distance away. "And it looks like everyone else has wandered off."
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Post by Anna on Jun 27, 2009 20:15:00 GMT -6
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Post by Kris on Jun 27, 2009 22:16:12 GMT -6
Tallspear chuckled to himself, letting Sunsong lead him along. 'Cubling,' indeed--as if Sunsong had as many years on her as Windsoft, or Mist! He gave her waist a squeeze--this 'cubling' had gladly received a lot of instruction at her hands, and he wasn't about to put another night near her in jeopardy by arguing over age.
The stranger, Ashglow, definitely seemed more friendly now than he had before, but Tallspear wasn't too sure about Starpath, his brother. At least he wasn't pointing anything sharp their way. Tallspear was prepared to be friendly in turn; he'd hate it, he knew, if he had to blacken someone's eyes or rip out their innards. Or something. Much better to be friendly; it led to a better night's sleep, for one.
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