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Post by peachbug on Aug 2, 2009 23:36:23 GMT -6
"Have you asked Mist? Perhaps he'd know how the magic works..."
Softling was just stalling for her thoughts and she knew it. She could reject his hand, and whatever mind-altering magic he seemed to possess, and stay all herself, but also reject one of her few opportunities to open herself to another Wolfrider, however odd the Wolfrider...or she could try this. She could, for all the risks. 'I've risked and embarassed myself, throwing myself like a lost pup on the others, trying to get a chance, to be redeemed...can't let this one go!' The tracker thought, and grabbed his hand in one swift movement.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 3, 2009 0:22:48 GMT -6
(OOC: This is one of the closest approximations of the Song for this part of the game's world I can find: www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOPejRlzgNg Close your eyes, let your mind drift, and there it is.) "Ha-Hadn't thought of M-" Silent broke off as Softling took his hand, fast and hard, and for a second he wasn't sure how to react. Then his original idea came back to mind, and he gave Softling a surprisingly grateful, humble, lovely smile. **You won't regret this,** he said before he rested his other hand over her heart and drew their joined hands against his. Carefully building the "thorny vines" in his mind that he had come to use to guard his soulname after nearly sharing it with Longmane, the quiet one closed his eyes and opened his mind to the Song, letting it rush into him before cautiously, gently beginning to send to Softling. Slowly rising, a building of something not sound, not sending
a timeless voice without voice
tall waving grass
Do you see?
distant, close, here, there, up, down, strong
rhythm of the river
so peaceful
endless
timeless
Can you hear?
wolfsong
worldsong
clouds above, drifting, scent of smoky chill in the air
wondrous
depth of the world
tribe not so far away, going about their tasks, happy and busy, their voices weaving on the wind
just drift, drift away
watercress in the river, a fish flickering by, stones smoothed by time and moving water
joy, his joy in the beauty
color in living
the joy of life
share this
stay here
stay with me
with Ka-Silent gasped, eyes snapping open, and hastily freed his hands. The non-sound cut off, and in its place was a strange emptiness. "S-Sorry," the elf whispered, gripping his biceps and taking a few steps back, almost treading on one of Wanderlust's paws. Thankfully, she was faster than he, and capered around him to Softling. |
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Post by Anna on Aug 3, 2009 17:00:20 GMT -6
Oakstaff to Ashglow
Oakstaff followed Ashglow’s gaze as he looked from one sibling to the other, and nodded his understanding of the other’s decision. “You three are closer than most siblings,” he noted. “I suppose in a tribe as large as Sureshot’s was, and with brothers and sisters – when there were any – being so far apart in age, it made a difference. All three of you are welcome, you know.”
The hunter chuckled after saying that, his twinkling gaze resting on Wingfoot and Nightsun, barely visible some distance upriver. “You might have some protest if you tried to take your own trail now. Or a new companion!”
Windsoft to Longdusk
Windsoft paused in her climb long enough to make a face at Longdusk, then continued her upward leaps, catching branches with her hands, swinging forward to fly through the air and land – sure-footed and balanced – on the broad branch of another tree.
She loved the view from up high, and briefly wondered why she hadn’t thought to scout from up here before this. Yes, there were some disadvantages. Small details may be missed from so high above. However, the larger pattern could be seen from here, whereas it couldn’t be sensed from the ground.
‘Foolish elf,’ she chided herself. ‘You’re supposed to think of all these things, and not become so focused on one way you forget all others!’ She shook her head and paused, kneeling on a branch and taking the time to examine the ground below. The tribe would begin their travels soon, but she and Longdusk needed to start now to ensure the way was safe.
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Post by Viola on Aug 5, 2009 8:14:13 GMT -6
Longdusk -> Windsoft
Longdusk followed her closely, nearly rolling his eyes at the face that Windsoft had made just before she moved away. When she jumped, so did he, and he fixed his attention only on the ground below and the branches he moved through. With the other pair on the ground, they should be able to cover everything.
When Windsoft kneeled down, Longdusk went past her, doing the same two trees away. He raised his head, testing the air, and a smirk flashed over his face when he realized that, in these surroundings anyway, there would be enough prey around to feed their tribe. Safety, however, was as important, and scanning the ground below, he was satisfied to see that there wasn't anything else than the usual.
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Post by meimei on Aug 5, 2009 22:19:54 GMT -6
Ashglow to Oakstaff
Ashglow hesitated, not yet comfortable with sharing concerns with anyone but Starpath and Nightsun. In the past, he'd turn to whichever one hadn't been the object of his worries, or he'd kept his own council. He feared if he disclosed his concerns of Nightsun not fitting in to Starpath, though, that his brother would feel guilty for finding his place in the tribe so easily. He already felt that burden weighing heavily enough on his own heart, he didn't want to place it on Starpath's.
"Indeed, Wingfoot seems to take to my sister as a plant to her skyward namesake..." His lips twisted into a grimace. "But Nightsun was just coming into adulthood when our tribe passed. All this is new to her. I hope he'll give her some space to find her own place in the tribe first." He did not add 'If she can.' But the thought lingered.
Still hesitant to share his concerns, he tried a different tactic. "Oakstaff, how do you find my sister?"
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Post by peachbug on Aug 5, 2009 23:08:22 GMT -6
"Ugh, no!" Softling verbally and physically cast the sending link away like a wormed fruit, heart skittering like a ravvit on the run. She pressed her palm over her heart in shock. Had she just come so close to his soul? Had he seen anything of hers? The somewhat words, the syllables of the sending had been as blurred as the exhilarating flow of the Song he had managed to show her, but her mind and soul was on fire and told her something very, very not right had just dropped upon her.
"You...you said!" Softling nearly howled at him. "You said no hurt to it! You were trying to make Recognition!"
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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 6, 2009 0:40:04 GMT -6
Softling, Silent:
Still slightly shaken by the fact he had almost let his soulname be found, Silent was completely unprepared for Softling's indignation and anger. The accusation was so ridiculous, so impossible, that he barked a ragged laugh. **[acidly scornful]/If that was Recognition, then why didn't I become Longmane's lifemate?!** he shot back. **She almost found my soulname too, but I never found hers!**
Wanderlust whined at him from behind Softling, and he reined himself in with some effort. Snarling at the gold-haired one wasn't going to get him anywhere. She wasn't Longmane; it had been stupid to think she might react similarly, despite the coincidence of using the same words. He'd been so foolish.
**Sorry/[regret],** he sent very quietly, looking down and away. **I-I was just trying to share what I hear/feel. I didn't mean to upset/scare you. I sh-shouldn't have.... sh-shouldn't have t-tried,** Silent finished, even softer, and picked up his spear with one hand while he hugged himself tighter with his other arm, and cautiously walked around Softling, heading downstream again.
Glad the tension was gone and the confrontation resolved, Wanderlust followed, butting her head against her elf-friend's hip. **Karu better now? Focus?**
**No, but I'll manage,** Silent told her, putting a hand between her ears. **High Ones, why does everything I attempt turn out so disastrous? I should have known Softling wouldn't understand- that I wouldn't be able to do it right!/[anger/helplessness/unhappiness]**
Wanderlust mentally shrugged, and kept walking. Her elf-friend sighed and did the same, looking about for anything unusual or worth notice.
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Post by peachbug on Aug 6, 2009 22:33:19 GMT -6
Silent's sending was lonely, disturbingly so, and this served to frighten her and deepen her guilt. Softling should've known better, he should've chosen someone stronger to share his magic with, a thousand things continued to cloud her head. 'Why me?' She considered faintly. Softling had known Longmane, not closely, but well as one does when they live among so few. She hadn't been aware anything close to Recognition had ever happened between Silent and Longmane. Joining perhaps, Longmane held hardly any preference in lovemate despite her lifemating, but Silent held some sort of bitterness to her. Perhaps not bitterness...longing? Regret? His sendings were difficult to interpret.
What had she been thinking, letting him use his power on her? Apparently, he couldn't control it nearly well enough, assuming the slip was unintentional, which it must have been. Softling couldn't imagine anyone, even Silent simply sending out his soul name to any elf who took his hand. Her accusation of forcing Recognition had been empty words, but no real belief in them. Apparently it had happened before. So foolish! She knew next to nothing about how to protect herself, her soul name, from anything more than a sending. No elf had ever pried so far, or opened so much up to her. 'What does this mean for all my efforts to be a better Wolfrider?' She thought glumly. Once again, she'd handled something so poorly.
Softling was mentally kicking herself and Silent as she relunctantly turned to follow him. She was swimming in guilt and anger, but her orders from Stormfire and Windsoft took precedence over her own feelings. 'I am not Longmane.' The words formed in her mind, something she would normally spit out like all other sudden thoughts, but this she kept pressed inside.
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Post by kita on Aug 7, 2009 8:55:32 GMT -6
Silverfang to Silent
Silverfang walked upstream carrying the only two fish he caught. He knew he wasn't nearly as good as Firecat or Shellship when it came to fishing, but he was content with what he caught. He also found joy in the fact that right as Firecat was laughing at him for falling and using his glaive for fishing, he caught his first fish. His head still hurt from the fall and his pride still stung a little, but not nearly as much as before.
Silverfang spotted Silent walking downstream with his wolf-friend, Wanderlust. Upon seeing the wolf, he instinctively turned to see whether or not Starfire was still following him. She was, but at her own, slower pace. He was about to call a greeting to the elf, but stopped when he sensed the dark, sad, almost disturbing aura around him. For one reason or another, Silent was hurt, and Silverfang couldn't help but feel empathetic. He could see Softling following Silent, and he was beginning to wonder what happened between the two. Not wanting to pry, all Silverfang sent to Silent was, *Hello.*
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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 7, 2009 20:11:59 GMT -6
Silent, Silverfang:
Lost in thought, the silver-eyed elf had not expected anyone to send to him. Silverfang was standing there with fish and heavy glaive in hand. At least someone had some success somewhere. **Hello,** Silent lock-sent.
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