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Post by Anna on Jul 2, 2009 23:23:01 GMT -6
Nightsun to Wingfoot, Silent
Nightsun felt his presence nearing before she actually saw him. Her face filled with a quiet glow as she turned her wide eyes unerringly towards him as they gradually caught up with him. Slipped from Wanderlust's back and took a place next to Tip-Ears, her hand settling unconsciously on his thigh.
"Wingfoot," she greeted him gently. "Young Silent and I have been speaking, of his sensing, and mine." Her golden gaze swept over the elder's face, and a faint line formed between her brows. Something had tightened Wingfoot's expression. "You are unhappy, dear one. Can we do anything to make you smile?"
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jul 3, 2009 14:50:22 GMT -6
Silent, Nightsun, Wingfoot.
Silent flinched a bit; he hadn't noticed Wingfoot was coming. (Not that that was unusual for him.) He started to edge sideways, but was caught when Nightsun asked if there was anything they could do. Damn.
Wanderlust panted a greeting to Tiptail once she had gotten over the disappointment of no more scratches.
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Post by Anna on Jul 4, 2009 14:21:14 GMT -6
Windsoft, Longdusk (temp) to Stormfire
Longdusk drifted through the underbrush some distance from Windsoft. He scouted the area closer to the river. She took the darker, more densely grown forest away from the river's edge. Neither were more than flickering shadows easily dismissed as the result of the wind moving the leaves of the trees overhead.
**Here.**
Longdusk's send carried with it what he was seeing - a half-dozen trees growing almost in a circle, their branches interlaced overhead, and clear, moss and fern covered ground within their circle.
Windsoft and Bristlecone crossed a game trail and slipped through the bushes to reach Longdusk and Flear. Windsoft gave the protected little clearing a visual examination and nodded her head.
*Chieftess,* she sent to Stormfire. *We've found a place.*
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Post by Kris on Jul 4, 2009 22:54:34 GMT -6
Wingfoot to Nightsun"Wingfoot," she greeted him gently. "Young Silent and I have been speaking, of his sensing, and mine." Her golden gaze swept over the elder's face, and a faint line formed between her brows. Something had tightened Wingfoot's expression. "You are unhappy, dear one. Can we do anything to make you smile?" Wingfoot felt the tension leave him as Nightsun drew close and touched him. He couldn't understand why so many of his tribemates kept away from her; he found her presence to be a soothing, comforting one. "You already have," he assured her. "But, I do have a question to ask you. I spoke to Stormfire about this strange scent on the air . . . " He paused. "Can you smell it? Bitter, like salt--have you ever come across it before?"
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Post by Kris on Jul 4, 2009 23:07:46 GMT -6
Stormfire to Windsoft, Longdusk (temp)Longdusk's send carried with it what he was seeing - a half-dozen trees growing almost in a circle, their branches interlaced overhead, and clear, moss and fern covered ground within their circle. Windsoft and Bristlecone crossed a game trail and slipped through the bushes to reach Longdusk and Flear. Windsoft gave the protected little clearing a visual examination and nodded her head. *Chieftess,* she sent to Stormfire. *We've found a place.* Stormfire jerked to attention immediately. *Where?* she sent, ignoring Snowtreader's growl at her sudden, tight grip on her ruff. Windsoft and Longdusk's sending images enveloped her mind: a circle of trees, their branches lacing together to create a hoop-like canopy, the ground below covered with moss and ferns. Stormfire smiled. *You always find the best-looking places to camp! I'll expect you two to find us something that looks just as good for our holt.*
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Post by Anna on Jul 4, 2009 23:14:40 GMT -6
Nightsun to Wingfoot, Silent, Starpath
Nightsun frowned, then lifted her head and took a deep, steady breath. She released it slowly and shook her head. "Your sense of smell is far more keen than mine, dear one," she apologized with a sigh. "I cannot smell what you describe. Are there more aromas mingled with the salt?" She hesitated, then looked around. Where was Starpath? "Starpath most often led our course. He and Ashglow are hunters, and their senses are keen. Perhaps they can smell this scent on the air, and tell you the meaning. Starpath, at the very least, could say whether we three have walked this way before."
She hesitated to ask him to share the memory or the sense of what he was scenting with her. The repercussions of what had happened before, when first they met, still stung her and she'd avoided sending to him as much as she could, not willing to risk the pain of that rejection and withdrawal again. His presence comforted her, made her feel...whole. She feared that she would, somehow, cause him to avoid her, as many of his kin already did.
She looked at Silent. "Do you, as well, kitling, smell this salt on the air?"
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jul 5, 2009 14:45:41 GMT -6
Silent to Nightsun and Wingfoot.
Kitling? How old was Nightsun compared to him. Silent snorted quietly, then took a long, deep breath through his nose, mouth open slightly to get a taste as well. The muted Song had also changed slightly, but it was the scent that he truly noticed. **Yes.**
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