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Post by Multi-Facets on Jul 20, 2009 23:18:05 GMT -6
Shellslip, Firecat, and attn: Silverfang:
Shellslip giggled, coming closer to the pretty amber-eyed elf. "Would you want to be apart from sweet little me?" she teased, and gently bopped Firecat's head with the tip of her braid.
Sniffer bounded into view, looking eager to begin, and Shellslip gave him a good scratch between his shoulder-blades as she thanked him for coming so quickly. "Would Frostbite like to join us, by chance?" She paused, then sent openly. *Anyone care to come with us? The more the merrier.*
Silent, Windsoft, Softling:
*Silent, why don't you join the scouts today? You can help Softling along the riverbank, looking for signs of trolls or humans.*
He stopped dead, choking on air, and whirled around to stare at Windsoft and Softling with wide eyes. *Me?!/[astounded disbelief!]* he asked, nearly losing his grip on the now almost finished squirrel. *Bu-But I'm.... I-I'm not.... Why me?/[what could I possibly do?]*
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Post by meimei on Jul 21, 2009 0:53:47 GMT -6
Ashglow to Oakstaff
Ashglow's head snapped up a bit at hearing Stormfire name him to help Redthorn lead the hunters. Though he was slowly growing accustomed to the wolfriders, and they him, he wasn't sure quite what he felt about the duty. Or being given a duty at all. Stormfire was the wolfrider's chief, and the wolfrider's followed her - for the most part - without question. He was still growing used to giving someone that authority over him. Though so far Stormfire had led them well, he had to admit.
He did not move for a moment as the council ended, stilll thinking of how he felt about all this. He looked up again as Oakstaff approached, and nodded at the suggestion. "It looks like we won't be getting that hunt in now. So we can keep an eye out for game to hunt later. No, we haven't travelled these woods before, though most of the game is familiar. Perhaps we've skirted a different part of it during our travels. It was hard to keep track." He frowned, thinking of what else Oakstaff had mentioned. "So, you'll settle in one place soon? The idea of that is still strange to me..."
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Post by Anna on Jul 21, 2009 21:04:55 GMT -6
Windsoft to Silent
Windsoft paused in her tree-climbing to look down at the younger elf. *Why not you?* she returned, arching her eyebrows in query. *You've proven that your gift, whatever it may be, can be immediately useful to the tribe. So - use it. If being a scout doesn't appeal to you, that's fine, Silent. But find something that does. You are no longer a child, no longer a youth. You're less than half my age, Silent, and more than a full turn of the seasons older than Silverfang. You're only a couple of turns younger than Oakstaff. Isn't it time to stop waiting to see what will be, and start doing something that benefits your tribe?* Windsoft's words were direct, but her send was gentle, almost sympathetic. Silent had proven that his magic could help them, and their numbers were too small to give much leeway to the dreamy one. He'd been indulged too long. It was time to grow up. If Windsoft's offer to get him into the scouts didn't do it, then she was sure Stormfire would find some other vocation that suited him better.
Oakstaff to Ashglow
Oakstaff thumped Fastclaw's ribs solidly when his wolf-friend joined him. After a quick, brisk ruffling of the fur, the hunter pulled himself on the wolf's back. They'd be riding out just as soon as everyone got mounted, and he was ready to go.
"Oh, yes. Wolves are territorial, and we're just like them. We like staying in one place. We only left our holt because our numbers were too much to be supported and the hunting was getting thin." Oakstaff looked at Ashglow and grinned. "I'm glad we're almost done with the moving. I've missed the comforts of a real holt. You and you brother and sister will be staying with us, won't you?"
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Post by Kris on Jul 21, 2009 21:51:47 GMT -6
Journey--Firecat, ShellslipBut she put her uneasy feelings away when she was told to keep an eye on the river, with Shellslip. **We're never going to part,** she laughed into her friend's mind, while Shellslip told her to get busy and reached out her arms for her. Sometimes, Firecat's own words startled her. [/color][/quote] Journey sighed and waved to Firecat as she went towards the river. **Have fun,** he sent to her and Shellslip. **Hopefully we'll get a decent meal before we're forced back on the trail.** He whistled as he mounted up on Bigears and joined the other hunters. It wasn't a bad day, for all that it was earlier than he'd have liked. Journey rather enjoyed daylight; it made colors dazzling, and had its own colors to exhibit--such as now; afternoon sunlight was often the pale gold of fading willow leaves, and the color drenched the leaves and trees with a majestic radiance. Sighing, the young Wolfrider savored the sights around him. No troll or human could ever appreciate the woods like an elf--like a Wolfrider. And as he sniffed the air, Journey let himself daydream about having a nice haunch of deer, some mushrooms and nuts, and a long drink of cool, fresh water . . . in their new holt. Stormfire-->LightgazeStormfire sighed. "It's Mist and Whirlwind." She glanced back over her shoulder, but her sister and her lovemate had both disappeared. "Mist doesn't seem to mind that Whirlwind is so disdainful of him, but I mind. I don't want to fight with Whirlwind, but I won't let her insult Mist to my face just because she doesn't like him." She met Lightgaze's dark purple eyes. "I wanted to ask you, because of Fernflower--was there ever a time when you had to find a way to keep peace between you both? I need to know, Lightgaze. I can't push my sister away, but I can't let her goad me either." |
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Post by kita on Jul 21, 2009 21:52:56 GMT -6
Silverfang to Shellslip & Firecat
*I'll go,* Silverfang sent back. He walked over to the girls with his glaive in his hand and Silverfang by his side. "Lead the way," he said when he got there.
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Post by Kris on Jul 21, 2009 22:18:26 GMT -6
Wingfoot to Nightsun"Wingfoot," she said softly. "I am fine." She paused, and a a crease formed between her brows. She had thought Stormfire had intended to leave immediately. "You look so tired." Wingfoot put his fingertips under Nightsun's chin, gently tilting her face upwards. "Why don't you lean against me," and he settled next to her, getting comfortable against the rock. "You should get a little more rest," and he caught a glimpse of her feet. "High Ones, Nightsun--your boots are more ragged than my own. How are your feet? Take these off; let's see how your heels and toes look."
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Post by Multi-Facets on Jul 21, 2009 22:23:45 GMT -6
Windsoft to Silent *Why not you? You've proven that your gift, whatever it may be, can be immediately useful to the tribe. So - use it. If being a scout doesn't appeal to you, that's fine, Silent. But find something that does. [...] Isn't it time to stop waiting to see what will be, and start doing something that benefits your tribe?* An odd look passed over the quiet one's face as he listened to Windsoft. She was right. She was absolutely right. He had been too lost in uncertainty, the Song, and wolfsong to have the initiative to do something more often, as much as he wanted to be useful. It was also true that being a scout didn't appeal to him, mostly because he thought he would be terrible at it, but he could at least try, right? He had been willing to try when he had "heard" the river, fired up by dumb luck. Once the new holt was found, he could probably find out what was right for him. If there was something right. Silent lifted his chin slightly, and something changed in his stance. **I'll go,** he sent to Windsoft, then looked at Softling. **I'll come/ [resolve],** he stated, a bit firmer, and sent for Wanderlust, receiving the impression she would be there soon. **Where should I meet you, Softling?** |
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Post by Anna on Jul 21, 2009 22:44:27 GMT -6
Windsoft to Silent, Longdusk
**Good lad,** she told Silent, sending with the words the sense of her approval. With those questions answered, Windsoft began climbing again, rising high among the branches, to where they began interlocking with each other.
"Ready to flit like birds through the leaves?" she asked Longdusk, eagerness and excitement sparkling in her violet eyes.
Nightsun to Wingfoot
"My...feet?" She looked at her graceless, baglike moccasins, and then at Wingfoot's more skillfully made footwear. Her shoulders slumped slightly. "They're fine," she said, shrugging. "That is...just how they were made." Rough circles cut out of leather, lacing threaded through the edge, and pulled up to tie around the ankle. Grass lining on the inside, to cushion the feet from start sticks, stones, and bones. More leather lacing to tie the moccasin tight to front, arch, and back of the foot. Coarse, crude, but it served the required purpose.
Her feet did ache, but they didn't hurt. The leather was thin and nappy, the grass lining pounded hard and flat. She would have to replace them soon, but her brother's need had been greater. Of course, they'd gone slightly number days before, from the constant pounding from the trotting pace she'd maintained. She'd given it little thought, other than to distantly acknowledge that she still had feet, and they weren't entirely happy.
She didn't answer Wingfoot's comment about getting more rest. What could she say? He could not stop the sun from shining, and her body could not rest when the daystar turned the sky blue with his light. She didn't resist when he pulled her back against him, but she wondered... Why was he here? Hadn't the Wolfrider begun their day's ride yet?
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Post by meimei on Jul 22, 2009 2:01:48 GMT -6
Ashglow to Oakstaff
"I can't imagine a tribe the size you all speak of. Our birth tribe couldn't even boast this many members."
At the question of if they would stay, he glanced first over at Starpath. His younger brother was threading through the wolves, already set on the task assigned to him by Stormfire and Windsoft. He seemed to come to like the wolfriders and their ways more and more each day.
Then his gaze drifted to Nightsun, immediately noting Wingfoot's presence beside her, and his lips turned into a slight frown. While he entrusted the wolfriders with Nightsun's safety, he hadn't been able to lose his protective feelings toward her. He also was not blind to the fact that the wolfrider's didn't quite seem to know what to think of Nightsun. No one mistreated her, but that didn't make her one of them. He realized belatedly Stormfire had not seen fit to give her a task either.
"If we can all find happiness in your tribe we will stay. But if not...we've all each other has had for so long, I cannot imagine us parting." His eyes drifted back to Starpath briefly, before he turned back to Oakstaff - his expression serious. "But then I could not have imagined your tribe's existence either. I can only do what is best for my siblings, as I always have."
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Post by Viola on Jul 22, 2009 8:07:56 GMT -6
Lightgaze -> Stormfire
She was a little taken aback by the question and hadn't noticed that there actually was a problem between Mist and Whirlwind, and realized that she'd probably been consumed by her own worries and feelings.
"I think you can tell Whirlwind how you think about it, and keep her as a sister, as well," Lightgaze said slowly, while putting Silvercub on the ground. "You have two tasks in this situation, that of sister and chieftess, and Whirlwind should be able to understand that."
She suppressed a sigh, thinking about Fernflower, whom she had 'seen' last night and who hadn't changed a bit. "I... am sorry to say that I usually avoided Fernflower. We had our fights when we were younger, but I always felt I couldn't reason with her... eventually, I gave up. But Whirlwind loves you, she won't give up on you just because you act like a chieftess. That's the challenges you have to face, as well, from the ones you love."
She paused for only a bit. "Do you know why Whirlwind doesn't like Mist?"
Longdusk -> Windsoft
Longdusk frowned when Windsoft acted .. strange on his request. He had stated his opinion, and apparently, his fellow scout thought it was funny, while he'd been deadly serious. Treewee? He thought it over and nearly snorted while Windsoft sent to Silent, but she was halfway up the tree before she looked down, and Longdusk nodded, not really knowing why she was so excited about scouting through trees. He did it all the time. Had to be a female thing, because both Skylight and Fleetfoot had loved it, too. "Don't know about flying, but I can climb," he told her.
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