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Post by Multi-Facets on Jul 13, 2009 0:54:59 GMT -6
Silent to Softling:
The voice was unexpected. The fact it was Softling's? Even more so. Silent jerked his mind away from its usual meanderings, not quite following her words. **I- what?/[foggy confusion]** he asked a bit stupidly before he noticed the squirrel and realized what the gold-haired Wolfrider had been saying. **[maroon surprise]/I-Is that for me?**
He looked up at the tracker, eyes losing their usual glassy, distant sheen, and gave her an astonished smile when she didn't take the animal away. "Th-Thank y-you," he whispered hoarsely, and accepted the animal. It was still warm, and its blood smelled sweet.
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Post by kita on Jul 13, 2009 7:13:49 GMT -6
Silverfang finished sharpening his glaive and tried to figure out what to do next. He looked around, seeing everybody else off doing their own thing. He spotted Starfire returning from hunting with a piece of fresh kill in her mouth. She dropped it in front of him. *Thanks* he sent to her. He began to eat.
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Post by Kris on Jul 13, 2009 22:02:30 GMT -6
Journey-->FirecatStill, there was someone she missed, and still sleepy, she reached out for the plant shaper. **Sunsong, sweetling? You're awake already?** Firecat slowly got up and leaned on one elbow, watching her furmates for the night. Journey opened his eyes and looked up to see Firecat watching him. He felt an extremely silly grin spread over his face. "Hello," he whispered. He pushed himself up, thanking the High Ones for the wonderful morning he'd spent with Shellslip and Firecat. Beaming at Firecat, he remembered the handful of amber bits he'd shoved into his pouch. Wouldn't it be nice if, once they found a holt, he could make her something really lovely? A poncho, perhaps. Or a cloak with the amber neatly laced to it? And he knew he had something that would look lovely on Shellslip too. Journey looked around for her. Where was she? *Firecat?* he sent. *What's up?*
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Post by Kris on Jul 13, 2009 22:05:07 GMT -6
Tallspear to Softling, SilentHe looked up at the tracker, eyes losing their usual glassy, distant sheen, and gave her an astonished smile when she didn't take the animal away. "Th-Thank y-you," he whispered hoarsely, and accepted the animal. It was still warm, and its blood smelled sweet. "Afternoon, you two," and Tallspear joined Silent and Softling. "Anyone for berries?" He opened his pouch and showed them the few handfuls he'd picked. "They're late for the season," he apologized, "but they aren't overripe yet."
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Post by peachbug on Jul 14, 2009 23:41:13 GMT -6
"Okay." Softling blurted at both of them, green eyes wide. "I mean, it's okay," She looked pointedly at Silent. "And okay, berries are good." Wonderful.
She accepted some berries and stood there for a long, quiet while, staring at a stick between Tallspear and Silent's feet. 'One good deed deserves an awkward situation, apparently.' Softling goaded herself.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jul 15, 2009 0:18:34 GMT -6
Silent, Softling, Tallspear:
Softling seemed to become very tense when Tallspear showed up. Why? Silent hunkered down a bit, trying to make himself a little smaller, and had a few bites of the squirrel before accepting some berries from Tallspear. At least his breakfast was turning out well, even if this situation wasn't.
**Did you sleep well?** he hesitantly sent to both hunters, hoping to break some of the tension.
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Post by Anna on Jul 15, 2009 23:05:24 GMT -6
Mist to Stormfire
“I have some gathering to do,” Mist said after he and Stormfire had walked away from the plantshaper. “I recognized some medicinal plants as we travelled last night and I need to replenish my stock while I can. “ He smiled and touched Stormfire’s cheek. “You should stay here and rest. The pace we’ve been traveling has been hard on all of us. Besides, I think some of your tribe is in need of reassurance,” he added with a wry twist of his lips.
Sunsong to anyone
“That’s it!” Sunsong erupted from her single-minded focus on the seeds, and her exultant exclamation rang through the small clearing, followed immediately by her delighted laughter. She clenched her hand around the trio of seeds and stood up, dancing around wildly as she celebrated some discovery only she knew. “High Ones sing their praises! We’re going to have a wonderful holt!”
Nightsun
Nightsun had walked some distance from the others, and finally found a spot on the bank of the river that was relatively clear of underbrush. She hoped she was far enough away that the scent of cooking meet wouldn’t alarm or upset the Wolfriders, but she had little choice in what she did. Her stomach would not even let her try to eat meat still bloody and raw.
She gathered fallen wood and built a small fire. There wasn’t the danger of fire here as there had been on the grassland, and the extensive preparations she’d made there weren’t necessary here. It took little time to have a small, cheerful blaze going, and even less time to skewer the meat for roasting. While it cooked, she pulled her travel pack close and rummaged inside. The bracelet Journey had given her glimmered softly in the filtered sunlight, and Nightsun smiled as she touched it with one light fingertip. Losing herself in shifting thoughts and wonderings, hearing distant whispers of unknown places and events, she pulled out the chunk of wood she’d found a few days before, and a sharpened stone she was using to carefully scrape the wood into a shallow bowl. Her hands worked steadily at the task, but her unfocused gaze barely saw the world around her.
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Post by Kris on Jul 15, 2009 23:13:03 GMT -6
Stormfire to Mist, SunsongHe smiled and touched Stormfire’s cheek. “You should stay here and rest. The pace we’ve been traveling has been hard on all of us. Besides, I think some of your tribe is in need of reassurance,” he added with a wry twist of his lips. Stormfire returned Mist's smile and covered his hand with her own. "I think we'll eat and have a short council. So don't wander too far or too long--" As Sunsong danced around with one fist clenched, Stormfire stared at her in shock. She turned from Mist and ran up to Sunsong, grabbing for her wrists. "Easy!" she commanded her friend. "Sunsong, what are you doing, jumping around like a wolf-cub with fleas?"
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Post by Kris on Jul 15, 2009 23:24:48 GMT -6
Wingfoot to Nightsun
Wingfoot woke on his ledge to the sound of Sunsong's trilling voice--oh, please, little treeshaper, not so early, he pleaded silently--and Stormfire's sharp tones cutting through Sunsong's glee. Groaning, Wingfoot rubbed his eyes and looked around. He could still smell Nightsun, but she was gone.
He got his clothes on quickly and climbed down the tree, wondering where she could have gone. Avoiding Stormfire and Sunsong--the latter was jumping up and down for joy, though why Wingfoot couldn't have guessed--the weapon-maker followed Nightsun's scent through the woods, tracking her to the river's edge. He wasn't surprised to find her trail didn't deviate from the bank. Something about Nightsun and water just seemed to mesh together . . .
And there she was, busy at a task. Wingfoot made a face at the smell of smoke, but approached Nightsun until he was close enough to reach out and touch her. "Good afternoon, Nightsun," he said, and smiled.
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Post by Anna on Jul 15, 2009 23:26:27 GMT -6
Windsoft to Longdusk
The silence had stretched long between them, long enough for Windsoft’s worries to fade under the onslaught of common sense. She hadn’t offended Longdusk. If she had, he wouldn’t have accepted her invitation to share the platform, though it had been for nothing but sleep. She was borrowing worries, and that was a habit she refused to indulge.
With her mind at ease again, she turned her gaze back to Longdusk and smiled. “We’ll be riding towards sun-goes-down again tonight,” she said. “I was thinking Tallspear and Softling could scout along the river while you and I range further out. I want to find the source of this salt-scent on the wind.”
Icemark to Silverfang, Redthorn, Lightgaze
Icemark had had a productive time gathering, and his bag was almost overflowing with what he’d found. When he returned to the clearing where the Wolfriders had stopped to rest, he was pleased to see so many up again. Silvercub was prancing from treeroot to treeroot and greeted her father’s return with a squeal of delight. She raced for him, arms outstretched, and ignored anything in her path.
Icemark, knowing his daughter’s ways, set the gathering back safely aside in time to catch her in mid-leap and swing her around. “You act as if you haven’t seen me in moons,” he chided the child, smiling fondly into her upturned face.
“You were gone when I woke up,” she pouted.
“I usually am,” Icemark reminded her. He put her down and picked up the bag. “Silverfang,” he said, noticing the other elf was working on his meal. “I found nuts and berries if you’d like some.” He glanced up and around, searching for Redthorn and Lightgaze. She wasn’t immediately in sight, so he sent instead. *Redthorn, Lightgaze, I have berries and nuts, if you want any. Did you sleep well?*
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