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Post by kita on Aug 7, 2009 20:31:53 GMT -6
Silverfang wasn't expecting a lock-send for a casual conversation, but then again, he was sending with Silent. He felt like he should have learned by now not to be surprised by anything Silent does.**How have you been?** Silverfang lock-sent, trying to keep the conversation casual in trying not to pry into whatever happened between Silent and Softling. **I don't remember the last time we've had a conversation.**
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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 7, 2009 22:15:17 GMT -6
Silent, Silverfang:
Silent almost laughed. As far as he could remember, he and Silverfang had never spoken to one another. If they had, the memory was lost to wolfsong and eaten by the Song.
**I've been as well as I can be expected to be,** he sent a bit dryly, with some self-deprecating humor under the words. **What of you? Keeping busy?**
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Post by kita on Aug 7, 2009 22:37:20 GMT -6
Silverfang to Silent
Silverfang sensed the deprecating tone in Silent's sending, he wasn't entirely sure how to react. Was the elf joking? Poking fun at himself? Or was he hinting to deeply felt pain? The answer, Silverfang might never know.
**I've been trying.** Silverfang sent, **After Stormfire sent us off to prepare for tonight's journey, I thought I'd help Shellship and Firecat fishing. Unfortunately for me, I'm not very good at fishing. I went head-first into the river, I hit a rock.** Silverfang rubbed the lump on his head from where he hit the rock.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 8, 2009 23:01:47 GMT -6
Silent, Silverfang:
**[sympathy]/I'm sorry. I hope you're all right now,** Silent courteously stated. **I wouldn't have done any better/[bland truth].**
There was a patch of what looked like a root that took pain away as it was chewed; the quiet one noted its location. **There's this if you need it,** he added, and sent the image and location of the plant to the hunter.
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Post by kita on Aug 8, 2009 23:23:03 GMT -6
Silverfang to Silent
Silverfang smiled at Silent. **Thank you,** he sent in appreciative kindness, **But the pain has almost gone away, it only hurts when I touch it. Maybe I'll get some before we leave.**
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Post by peachbug on Aug 9, 2009 22:27:34 GMT -6
Silent seemed quiet in an odder way than he was before...not as lost in his own head. Was he focusing on something else? Was he angry with her? Softling's anger was diminished into embarassment and guilt, and his mention of Longmane still haunted the back of her mind. She envied Wanderlust being so close; she wouldn't be so alone if she hadn't left Snapbone behind. Should she say something? Should she not?
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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 10, 2009 1:22:13 GMT -6
Silent, Softling, Silverfang:
**A good idea. I'll get it.** Silent stopped and knelt at the whackroot, unsheathing his blade to carefully loosen the soil around the roots. Wanderlust sat down and watched curiously, tail wagging a bit. As he worked, he caught a glimpse of Softling from the corner of his eye; she looked a bit unsure now. Maybe his words had been sharper than he realized.
**We may as well take this patch,** he sent to her. **I don't think we'll be staying long.**
That message sent, he turned his thoughts back to Silverfang. **What will you do now?**
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Post by kita on Aug 10, 2009 10:29:34 GMT -6
Silverfang to Silent
**I don't know,** Silverfang sent back, kneeling down next to Silent to help in any way he could, **I guess I'm just waiting for Stormfire to tell us when we're to leave. ** He began to dig around the roots with his hands, careful to avoid Silent's blade. Though he loved his glaive, even he had to admit that it was too awkward sometimes and would be no use here.
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Post by Multi-Facets on Aug 12, 2009 1:55:37 GMT -6
Silent, Softling, Silverfang:
Silent shrugged, moving over a bit to allow the hunter better access to the whackroot patch. **She will when she believes it's time to get going,** he sent simply. **There's still a lot to do, though. We should be patient.** Some of the roots went into his belt pouch, to be saved for whoever might find them useful. **I guess that's enough. We should go now,** the silver-eyed Wolfrider told Softling and Silverfang, and collected his spear, brushing off and sheathing his knife as he rose.
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Post by kita on Aug 12, 2009 2:09:11 GMT -6
Silverfang to Silent
Silverfang dug up a few roots and gathered his things. He stood up and walked with Silent. He didn't know why, but he felt more comfortable with Silent than with anybody else. But then again, this had been the longest time he had spent with anybody else since he followed Stormfire to find a new holt. Out of every elf, he knew Silent the best; which didn't really say much since he hardly knew Silent at all. Through all this, something nagged Silverfang at the back of his mind. He couldn't help but feel that Silent didn't want him around. But then, Silverfang had felt this every time he talked with someone, so he always chalked it up to paranoia. He never paid it much mind at all. But, on the other hand, he wasn't exactly sure if Silent would say anything if he didn't want him around.
**So, what are you up to?** Silverfang sent with curiosity.
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