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Post by Juniper on Aug 25, 2015 17:31:29 GMT 1
OoC: Happening probably a couple of days after the latest arrivals. Assuming it is still winter. Day 15 after the arrival of first batch.
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Juniper was inspecting the woodland area, curious to see the trees closer -- again. Even during the daytime, light felt dim, but he at least had good eyes. Juniper did not like winter, as there was very little for him to do during winter time what it came to shaping. At least there was crafting, it was always a start. The male wolfrider had also bought some snares, maybe he could set up some traps. The forest was seemingly quiet, and the treeshaper felt grateful -- again -- that the trees for the most part seemed very similar like the ones at home.
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Post by Swish on Aug 25, 2015 21:51:38 GMT 1
In the opening of the cave entrance to the Beacon Room Magenta eyes were staring out at all the white, underneath his blue-green fringe. He hadn't yet been outside, since the adults said it was cold outside. He didn't really understand the concept of cold but as he was standing there packed in furs he could feel the cold on his cheeks. It was a whole new sensation but what which had his attention was the masses of white all over.
He made a sudden jump out of the opening and ran around in the fluffy white mass, "Woooah! What is all this! It's so white! Almost like the sand back home, just whiter and fluffier!" His voice was dripping with excitement. He quickly found out that he could make footprints, and spent some time studying his own. "This is so weird!"
It seemed that much of the white mass nearer the cave opening was downtrodden, and there were many foot prints but he found one pair that went away from all the others and in between all the trees. For a moment he just stared at the path they made, but in the next moment he looked back at the cave opening and set off in a run with a laugh, following the foot prints as well as he could.
It was quite difficult, with all the white flowing together but soon he saw a figure in the distance, and he figured it was this elf that had left the tracks. At least he believed it would be an elf. He was quite sure that the round-ears, or as the others called them humans, were not near the caves. At least the others had told him so.
He ran up to the other elf, and slowed to a walk. He was huffing slightly, a bit out of breath from running in all those clothes. They where a bit constricting, but kept him warm. His nose and cheeks had significantly darkened in colour, from running around in the cold. He looked to the elf that was only slightly taller than himself. He seemed older, but as Swish had learned, since size didn't matter: Sunset and Choice were older than Whitetip, but she was the same size as Wave and Choice was the same size as this new elf. He felt a small pang at the thought of sister and friend. Where they safe? He didn't have the capacity to handle his loss for the time being, so it had just been pushed down inside himself. He felt a bit like this was some sort of dream. Maybe he would soon wake up? Who knew?
Giving up all the many heavy thoughts he tried imitating the way the older elf was walking, trying even to imitate his facial expression.
OOC: Yes, his cheeks get a darker shade of purple instead of reddening, and now the ball of energy is assesing Juniper. xD
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Post by Juniper on Aug 26, 2015 7:30:32 GMT 1
By the crunching noise on the snow, it seemed the treeshaper had gotten some company. His bond's lack of presence proved it -- Skulk had had a rough time ever since they had been whisked away to this unfamiliar world, and she did not do well with strange elves and scents. Oh well, the wolf would appear again, when she felt like it, or wanted to share on the hunt or prey. Juniper raised his gloved hand to rub his face, as by the looks of it, his companion was that brightly coloured cub. Well, there was no reason to be rude, so he turned a little and said:
"Dared to come out, then?"
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Post by Swish on Aug 26, 2015 10:10:41 GMT 1
He flashed a grin to the elder giving up the imitating game. He didn't really answer the question since he had wanted to go out, but hadn't really been allowed, and finally he had been let out. "It's so white everywhere!" He bent down to gather some of the fluff, and threw it up. "What is it? Oh, and who are you? I'm Swish, if you haven't heard my name already." He looked up to the other elf. Swish hadn't yet been introduced to all of these new elves properly, and it was sometimes hard to tell some of the faces apart. He rubbed a gloved hand on the tip of his nose to try and warm it. "And these trees look odd! Why do they look like that? And why is it so cold?" The last word felt weird in his mouth, and so he sort of played around with the pronunciation.
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Post by Choice on Aug 26, 2015 22:20:50 GMT 1
OOC: I suggest we say it's day 15, three days after Swish & Sefu arrived and Tinder/Nettle/Slinker disappeared. Just to know where we are on the timeline  IC:Choice's steps were less hurried than Swish's as he exited the safety of the caves for the cold of the outside. The cold suited his mood though and he'd gotten clothes that fit the weather made for him. Slinker's supplies had stayed behind, even if his bond hadn't, so there had still been material to go around. Small good things always follow along with the big bad ones. The saying was his mother's. It didn't cheer him up. But it did keep his mind on the task at hand: grin and bear it. Things were what they were and there was a cub out there as unused to snow as Choice himself was, but younger and with less caution. The best thing he could do right then was bring him a spare fur, to wrap around him once he eventually got too cold to stay outside. Whenever that would be. Choice hadn't last a full day outside in the snow and with the hotsprings taking shape it was harder and harder to make himself go outside. But there was no telling how long an eager cub could stay outside despite what nature did to his body temperature. Determinded to care for Swish (and take his mind off other things) Choice set off following Swish's tracks - that seemed to be following other tracks. Soon he could hear voices. He hesitated as he spotted Swish talking to Juniper. Not that Choice disliked Juniper - the plantshaper just seemed such a serious elf. Choice wanted to know what his reaction would be to that torrent of questions.
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Post by Sunset on Aug 27, 2015 14:41:09 GMT 1
Sunset, finally clothed in something more suited to the white cold, stayed a little ways behind Choice. She had taken to watching out for him and Swish, afraid that he might let his loss overwhelm him, but at least up until the present, he had fought it stoically. Still, she watched the forest, registering Juniper's presence silently as she kept a keen eye out for danger. She did not like this cold; it seeped through her boots and made her cold at the core, despite the nice furs.
Her hood wiggled, and Chirp stuck his small, fuzzy head out from behind her neck, where she'd tucked the cub to keep him from catching cold. One glance at Swish frolicking in the snow was all it took for the tiny golden ball of fur to take a daring leap. He landed in the snow with a squeak of indignation, but quickly shook it off and attempted to run through the snow towards the small purple elf.
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Post by Juniper on Aug 29, 2015 6:51:42 GMT 1
OoC: I have edited the first post with the proper time stamp. Will edit another thread's time as well soon.
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Juniper suppressed a sigh, as more elves emerged from the scenery. Well, he could not blame Choice, who had lost his Recognized and his unborn child, barely created, so soon. As much as Juniper was not exactly a family-oriented elf, he sympathized with the dark-skinned lad. He greeted the dark-skinned elf with a nod.
Swish, the purple cub, had a lot of questions, so where to start.
"It is snow." he then said, when the cub asked about the white and cold thing, "It is basically frozen water. You know it rains sometimes, right? Sometimes the air gets so cold the rain freezes and becomes this."
The treeshaper took a handful and tried to squeeze it between his mitten-covered hands. It was not easy, as it was not wet snow, but colder powder snow, but eventually he got a small ball formed. "It can be shaped and formed with hands better, if the weather gets a tad warmer, you will know the difference when you see it."
He tossed the small snowball in the air anyway, when he had noticed Chirp around -- maybe the odd-spotted ear-tuftless cat would like to play.
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Post by Swish on Aug 29, 2015 15:36:13 GMT 1
"Snow? Snow is ice? And ice is frozen water?" Swish said, testing the foreign words in his mouth, "You can form it? Ooooh! Like when you make sandsculptures!" Excitedly he gathered up some snow, and squeezed it in his hands. It didn't quite work as it was just squished loosely between his hands. "So it will be easier to shape it when it get's warmer? I can't wait! It's just like sand, sand needs to be wet, snow needs to be a bit warmer!" He dropped the squished snow and turned to Chirp, which more looked like it jumped through the snow than ran. "Is the snow too high?" He asked the cub tilting his head slightly to the side while crouching down to be at height with it.
He was a bit miffed that Choice and Sunset had come out as well, as if he couldn't take care of himself. Maybe they needed some fresh air after all that had happened?
He accepted that as a reason, not admiting to himself that the reason he didn't really mind was because he was afraid to be lost. It was a new and foreign place, and if he got lost he wasn't sure he could find his way back. Not with all the white snow everywhere. But anyway, they weren't saying much yet so the pip decided to pester Juniper again.
Swish glanced up at him from his crouch, "But what about the trees? Why are they so odd-looking? Like spears." He tried poking at Chirp, torn between wanting to play with the kitten and getting his curiosity sated.
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Post by Choice on Sept 1, 2015 21:53:53 GMT 1
Choice returned Juniper's nod with a cautious one of his own. He studied the snow explanation closely, curious at this strange new material.
"You can build with sand?" Not that Choice hadn't seen sand before, but he'd never thought to build anything out of it. Mud and water had been his play ground when he was a cub. Sand was something to be avoided, most of the time.
Seeing Chirp out and about made Choice turn and look for Sunset. She'd been close behind him and he hadn't even noticed - not a good sign. It wasn't good to get lost in thought. He gave her what he hoped was a sincere smile and a nod in greeting, before turning back to look at Chirp and Swish playing.
Watching Chirp play he missed Dance and Sneak. But they were being sensible and keeping to the warmer caves. Since Keleero had made the hot water come forth they'd been spending most of their time close to it. He couldn't blame them, but he also couldn't stay with them inside the whole 'winter' - especially if this kind of weather lasted all year round.
"Yes, the trees are very spear like," Choice agreed with Swish, looking up at the unfriendly, harsh trees growing around them. "I've never seen anything like them before I came here. Have you, Sunset?" He added a open-sending of what trees had looked like back at his home - leaves instead of needles, much easier to climb, more welcoming.
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Post by Sunset on Sept 6, 2015 1:07:10 GMT 1
Sunset returned the smile, crossing her arms over her stomach and following the cheetah cub closer to the group. "I haven't, no. To be honest, I haven't even seen this many trees in one place before." She returned his send with one of her own: sand dunes as tall as trees, the sun big and red and angry, finding Chirp abandoned and small. She followed it quickly with earlier memories, tall gold grass as far as the eye could see.
The snowball hit the ground and Chirp - well, chirped in surprise, and floundered in the snow, kicking soft white powder into the air. He looked around for the source of the disturbance, popping out of the snow like a small yellow ball of indignation. Sunset hid a laugh behind her hand.
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Post by Juniper on Sept 6, 2015 11:00:31 GMT 1
Juniper was not familiar with building with sand -- he had always sculpted with snow, and after discovering his magical power, plantlife had been his playground. It also seemed like he was the only one familiar with the spear-like trees. Trees back at his home were similar to these, tall, pointy and having needles instead of leaves. There also had been some leafy trees back at his home, but he needed to take a closer inspection to the forest here, if he wanted to find some.
The treeshaper moved to the closest large tree and searched around a little, until he found a younger one, a tree barely as tall as the cub.
"These trees just grow like this around here. I guess other places have different trees." he said, shrugging a little, then removing his fur mittens. The cold air stung his bared hands a little, but he placed them around the short pine anyway, and allowed his magical power to grow the tree a little, despite the plant was in sleeping state.
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Post by Swish on Sept 9, 2015 22:54:02 GMT 1
Swish joined in on the open sendings with a mind picture of the lush, tropical forests he was used to, and added in the feeling of how moist and hot they were all year round. There the trees had been dense and filled with other plants covering the ground or climbing the trees and with flowers everywhere. The spear like trees seemed almost hostile in comparison. He was barely homesick, or maybe he did long a bit for the warmth and just being able to dive into the waves. He was disturbed from his reverie by Chirp and just laughed at the kits antics.
"Oh, and yeah! Sand is quite easy to shape, but I wasn't really good at it. 'You're too impatient and rambunctious to make sandsculptures!' Is what I was always told." He had made a near perfect imitation of Whitetips exasperated and berating voice. The pang of loss made itself felt clearly in his chest with those memories, and suddenly he was painfully aware that there was no large body of water nearby. He tried to cheer himself up with the fact that there was the newly made hot spring in his new cave home.
He was dragged out of his depressing thoughts by Junipers answer. "Oh... I guess that makes sense. It's just like how we," He gestured to the four of them, "all look different. Huh!" He looked thoughtful for a moment before a mischievous smile spread on his lips. He gathered up a small handful of snow and just dumped it on the little furball of indignation and his childish mirth returned. Though his amusement ended relatively quickly when he saw how Juniper made the little spear-tree grow. His eyes had widened in awe and he was slighty slack-jawed. "D-did you just make the tree grow?" He asked incredulously, his nervousness completely forgotten, followed by a sniffle of his nose that was starting to run in the cold.
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Post by Choice on Sept 10, 2015 22:05:21 GMT 1
Choice silently marveled at the different places shared to him through sending. Though he'd known they were all from very different places there hadn't been much time to sit down and share such things in the purest sense of the word. That sendings still felt new-old-new to him didn't help against the sense of awe at the images and sensations shown to him.
"The High Ones were wise," he said once he found his voice again. "They must have chosen very different forms for very different places to survive. And we know they met very different animals to find help from. So like you said, Swish, it makes sense we all look different, despite all being children of the High Ones."
It was good that they had such a major thing in common at least. He'd yet not heard of an elf who hadn't known who the High Ones were - then again he hadn't talked about it with everyone in the Holt...
Seeing Juniper make the tiny tree grow sent a shot of pain through Choice's mind and heart. Treeshaping had been Nettle's power as well. Was Nettle's power. He had to keep believing that wherever she'd ended up she and the cub were both fine. If not Choice knew he'd never get out of his sleeping furs again. Or just sit down in the snow and let the cold take him.
"T-that's very well done," he managed to get out in the way of praise for Juniper's feat. He knew the blood had to be draining from his face.
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Post by Juniper on Oct 6, 2015 9:49:21 GMT 1
OoC: Sunset? It's your turn. Do you need more material or other help for posting? Anything we can do to help? |
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Post by Sunset on Oct 7, 2015 3:55:11 GMT 1
OOC: I'm sorry, I missed the posts. >_<
IC: The desert elf glanced at Choice, the tone of voice making her brow furrow slightly with concern. She'd begun to care for him, at least as a friend, and she had found Nettle to be a wonderful confidante, so if she felt pain at the boisterous' elfess disappearance, it must be twice as hard for him. She didn't know how it felt to be Recognized, but based on Choice's demeanor since Nettle's disappearance, she could only guess how much he must be hurting. As had become habit, she was beginning to feel useless; there didn't seem to be anything she could do to lift his spirits.
Sunset chewed her lip thoughtfully, then reached down for Chirp, depositing the kitten on Swish's head, simultaneously grabbing a handful of snow. An idea struck her and she stifled a grin, instead trying for innocent. Deftly she imitated what she had seen Juniper do, forming it into a ball, and just as quickly launched it at the treeshaper, ducking behind Choice to grab more snow. **Think fast!** Another snowball formed between her gloved hands and she gently tossed that one at Swish and the cheetah cub, who had climbed down and into the small elf's hood.
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