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Post by peachbug on Nov 23, 2008 23:49:07 GMT -6
*I'm afraid so...I've gotten a taste for the dark berries around the edges of the shore, but I haven't figured just when they ripen yet.* She dipped for another cool breeze of water on her skin, then rose into the bright sun, pulling a few black strands from her face. *I'm going to have a quick look. Much luck for your oysters, if that's where you're off to!* There was a hint of teasing in her tone, but friendly.
(OOC: I guess Tylah's referring to some form of blackberries, which I've found grow strangely well in sand.)
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Post by meimei on Nov 26, 2008 19:42:38 GMT -6
Strell made a face at the water above where Tylah had disappeared. *If you're going to tease me about it, I might not give you any pearls from my next crop!* His own tone was teasing. *Bring me some dark berries if they are ripe! They'll taste good after those pinch-claws!*
Turning away he dove deeper into the water - heading for the section of the cove where he kept his oyster farm.
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Post by peachbug on Nov 29, 2008 17:31:12 GMT -6
The huntress Ornah sensed Strell as he passed above her, distracting her from her current state of mind. Net in hand, she awaited the ugly head of the large eel she hunted. She had observed this eel long and well, surprised at his fortitude in such a dangerous stretch of water, until he had grown to a rather disturbing length and stock. She had quietly considered the possibility of her daughter's interference on behalf of this creature, the healing abilities she so squandered on any creature within reach, but brushed it off. Ornah had planned to end his well-fattened life soon enough. She actually wasn't quite sure who was overhead, but she was torn over what to do. She had felt sendings from the surface being exchanged, but she chose to block them out. Now, though...
Ornah was a bit lonely, though she'd never admit it aloud, her father Hourel being the only one she had exchanged words with in the since the sun had touched the center of the sky yesterday. She felt foolish, but curiousity and a hunger to simply touch minds with another overcame her hunter's will. She had kept to herself far too long this day. With a quiet ripple of her coppery tail, she crumpled the net into one hand and swam upwards towards Strell.
**Is that you, Strell?** She locksent, unwilling to share her eagerness to talk with any passerby.
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Post by meimei on Nov 30, 2008 18:14:15 GMT -6
Strell paused mid-stroke, brought short by the lock-send. There was a hint of eagerness, of loneliness tinging the sending. Knowing that the proud huntress would never admit to either if he brought it up, he paused a minute to consider his reply. A grin stretched his face as he twisted in the water to face her.
**Well, as far as I know I'm Strell. If I'm not, someone needed to tell me sooner.** Sinking down to meet the other elf, he waved a greeting. **High tides, huntress. No catch today?**
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Post by peachbug on Nov 30, 2008 20:12:38 GMT -6
**Opportunities for a few...** She sighed into the water as she spotted the eel's head slither quickly back into it's crevice beneath them. **I'm feeling a bit merciful today.** Ornah glanced slyly back at Strell. **You're coming from above? I presume Tylah is wandering around the surface?**
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Post by meimei on Dec 6, 2008 0:33:14 GMT -6
Strell gave Ornah a thoughtful glance. **Could have been Ralihten up there.** He pointed out. His younger cousin was adventurous as well, and young enough to still be a tad reckless. He relented though, glancing back the way he'd come. **But, you're right, it was Tylah. She's gone to gather some dark berries - if they're ripe enough. I was off to check on my farm. Care to join me?**
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Post by peachbug on Dec 7, 2008 16:31:01 GMT -6
**Yes.** Ornah sent casually, masking her distant thoughts on his words. She whisked her tail and darted forward into the waters. **That is...if you are fine for it.**
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Post by meimei on Dec 13, 2008 13:04:31 GMT -6
**Of course! I'm always fine with company.** Strell responded, flipping around to lead the way back to his farm. He moved with ease in the water, his fins flowing from his limbs at each strong stroke. **Been quiet of late. Even the storms have been subdued. Though I suspect it's too much to hope that will last.**
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Post by peachbug on Dec 14, 2008 15:11:04 GMT -6
Ornah nodded thoughtfully as she swam. **Strange quiet in the sky and waters...but if something comes or changes, there is little we can do but ride out the storm. Don't concern yourself too much with it.** She paused in thought, then sent again. **It is just as well to consult with the elders. We can both give voice to our worries, perhaps in a few days.**
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Post by meimei on Dec 19, 2008 23:15:01 GMT -6
**Sounds like a good idea. Though I'm sure they've sensed it as well. Still, one can never be too prepared.** They'd reached the area where his farm was located. and Strell set about looking around to insure no pinch-claws or other predators had wandered in for a snack while he was away. Finding everything in order, he settled onto a section of rock that curled up from the ocean floor to form a place to sit. It had been shaped for him by a tribemate many years before. He leaned down to study one of the oysters. It had been open that morning, but it was closed now. **Perhaps it is nothing bad. Change is good for some.** He pointed out.
Though rather set in his ways himself, content to allow other tribemates to explore and adventure, Strell understood the neccesity of change. Even in his little farm, which to some seemed ever-consistant, there was growth and change. Loss and renewal. Perhaps that was what held him so entranced about his farm. It was like a small world all to itself, that he was permitted to watch over and carekeep.
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