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Post by No-Sting on Jan 24, 2018 23:15:33 GMT 1
OOC: Tag Badger! This takes place after the New Arrival(s) thread. Maybe a few hours after? IC:Skinning an animal, especially a big animal, was hard work. No-Sting ended up spending the most of the hardest part in teeth-gritted silence, just doing her best to not ruin the beautiful fur and getting everything that needed to be preserved in the right piles, ready for saving. "So..." No-Sting cleared her throat, looking for something to say. She was getting less tongue-tied around Badger, but she was still the most difficult elf in this little holt for No-Sting to talk to - though talk to her she wanted! "What do you think of the newcomers?" Frowning down at the bloody mess that they needed to get handled, No-Sting was hit by another thought: "Do you think we should ask that little bug for help? It can make food last longer, can't it?"
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Post by Sofia on Jul 26, 2020 23:28:59 GMT 1
Badger - do you want me to archive this or continue it after you're back from hiatus? Either way works for me 
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Post by Badger on Aug 24, 2020 18:05:13 GMT 1
OoC: My bad, I think my dry season started WAY back, but I think we can continue this for now on.
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Badger had focused on the messy task they had in front of them, but her mind was buzzing with everything. It seemed like elves were popping out and in, in random intervals and that made her feel a little worried.
"The newcomers, huh...", she responded to the dark-skinned maiden as she carefully tried to cut and remove the pelt off the carcass with the best of her abilities. "The other seems pretty standard elf, I guess... But the other one, it did not speak our language.", Badger commented and frowned deeply. "Seems like elves from all corners of the earth get brought here, and maybe even..."
The voice of the wolfrider trailed off as she looked up to the sky, at loss for words -- but she meant 'beyond earth'.
"Uh, the bug?", she then asked, snapping out of her thoughts, unsure what No-Sting actually meant.
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Post by No-Sting on Aug 27, 2020 20:02:58 GMT 1
OOC: No worries! Great to have you back, but no stress with posting <3 IC:"Oh yes, that was so strange!" No-Sting said, clinging to a subject to continue speaking on that wouldn't weigh her tongue down with nerves. "I mean, I knew the trolls we lived by had another language than us, but they spoke our words too. I wonder how the newcomer ended up as she is now." No-Sting had no concept of not being born among elves who only interacted with other elves and the occasional troll, but meeting Sefu had left her with some questions and this new elf was another clue to something dark she wasn't sure she wanted to confront. No-Sting followed Badger's gaze to the sky and frowned, before she managed to follow the trailed-off sentence. "Huh? Oh! Well, the High Ones were from the stars, so maybe. Do you...think one of them might end up here?" Now that was a thought! No-Sting had no idea how she'd deal with that. Meeting a High One would be beyond her wildest dreams and maybe not a very good dream at that. On the question of the bug, No-Sting said, "Yes, that tiny thing with wings that arrived with Swish that can talk. It, eh, it kinda looks like a bug." She felt rather embarrassed. Again. Curse it!
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Post by Sofia on Sept 10, 2022 15:14:14 GMT 1
Badger - do you want to continue this or mark this thread as wrapped? I'm fine with either
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Post by Badger on Sept 10, 2022 16:12:21 GMT 1
OoC: Thanks for reminding me this thread exists. Ooops. Can continue, although I have forgotten what the initial motive for this thread was? Quality time for these two?
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Badger stopped the skinning work and chewed her lower lip, pondering at the question of an actual High One arriving to the call of the Beacon. The Beacon worked in mysterious ways, and many children of the High Ones had already arrived. But an actual ancestral being? The wolfrider maiden had fallen deep in silence as she thought about it, and tried to reach a decision about how she felt about it. The decision was ... unsure, also she felt like that moment would give her an existential crisis -- as if the learning of many different branches of elves already did not.
"It's a Preserver.", she then said quietly, "we had a couple of those in our Holt, they tend to just do ... webs of sorts.", she explained, getting back to the skinning process.
She gave No-Sting a sideglance, then asked: "So your folks had trolls as, uh, neighbours. And not much Preservers. How about them humans?"
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Post by No-Sting on Sept 16, 2022 21:56:26 GMT 1
OOC: Yeah, I think this was just a "Badger and No-Sting get to know each other better" kind of thread, no real "plot plan" XD I vote we continue this for a few more posts so we find a nice, fitting end point for their conversation IC:No-Sting too was lost in the thought of High Ones, ending with the two of them working in a silence that felt both meaningful and tense, though not angry, for a moment. At Badger's explanation of what the bug truly was, No-Sting frowned and said: "I think I've heard of them. Old, old stories, from before the first catkin was born. Did they...did they come from the sky? With the High Ones?" She could be misremembering that. She'd had far too little patience for the oldest tales when she were a kit and hadn't had much time to dwell on them when she'd taken on the responsibilities of an adult either. The question that followed from Badger was far easier to answer. "No, I'd never heard of these 'humans' before I got here! They sound very strange, almost like they're made up to scare kits from heading off into the forest alone." She let out an awkward laugh. "Eh, not that I'm calling you or anyone here a liar! I've seen their dens, down by the big water. They're just beyond strange to me. Did you have them where you came from?"
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Post by Badger on Sept 18, 2022 17:07:40 GMT 1
"We managed to find a human-less territory for us.", Badger simply said, "Although to my understanding humans are native to the lands and elves, preservers and trolls are ... not."
Badger was not sure how this came to a point after many twists and turns and knots in the history, but she did not have the same kind of yearning back to the stars as some of the other elves might have had. She had heard stories about that too, but the wolfrider was unsure if she personally knew anyone like that.
She took another glance at No-Sting, this time an open one, not a sneaky sideglance. Badger had not noticed that she had stopped working on the skin, and just kinda leaned her chin on the back of her hand in a thoughtful huddled posture.
"If the opportunity would rise, would you go back to the stars and the sky, where the ancestors came from?", she even asked, surprised at her own boldness and very deep kind of question, instead of keeping it in the niceties and platitudes.
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Post by No-Sting on Sept 20, 2022 19:57:39 GMT 1
"So humans are like the bears, wolves and the tuftears?" No-Sting said, more musing out loud than asking a direct question. "I guess that makes sense, them being able to talk and us not understanding them. Trolls speak without being too tricky to understand and the bug, eh, preserver uses words I know. If we all came from the same place, long ago, but humans are from 'here', it's not so strange that we can't understand them as well."
Badger's next question startled No-Sting, but in a delightful way. It felt good to be asked such a personal and challenging question, far from the talk of food and sleeping arrangements that had come to loom over No-Sting's waking life. It felt like trust.
"No, I don't think so. All I know is the snow and the mountains and the tuftears. Coming here," she gestured at their surroundings, "is different from my first home, but it's enough the same that I can live here. Going to the stars?" She gave an exaggerated shudder. "I wouldn't know what to do with that. I mean, did the High Ones eat? Did they breathe? My clan always said they were creatures of fire and magic, and I'm very much not."
She put her back into her work for a moment, weighing what to say next. She wanted to return the sign of growing trust, but she didn't want to offend by asking something inappropriate. Finally, she settled for: "Our tribe spoke of something called 'the pull of the sky'. Some of us," those with magic, "still dream of the star home, or something like that. Did people among your kin as well? I,eh..." She cleared her throat, awkwardly. "Don't tell her I told you so, but I think my sister feels the pull. At least sometimes." The last No-Sting said in clear confidence. It was a worry she'd long held, that magic would draw her sister away from her, like it had so many others of the Tuftear Clan across the sun-turns.
But she didn't want to get too mired in dark thoughts, so she added: "What about you? Would you live among the stars? Or if we're playing imagination games, would you go live in the sea, like Reefshadow and Swish seem to have?" The sea seemed as deep and dark as the night sky to No-Sting, and about as distant and unknowable.
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Post by Badger on Sept 21, 2022 9:44:44 GMT 1
Badger nodded lightly at the answer of no, No-Sting did not feel like she would want to return if there was an opportunity. The wolfrider smiled a little smile, a genuine happiness inside her heart. She did not even stop to question the feeling of being glad about No-Sting's stance on the matter. Wolves did not doubt their instincts either -- if Badger had had a tail, it would have swung left and right with happiness. She took a moment to listen what the dark-skinned maiden had to say about the lives of their ancestors and the pull and the ... "I think we wolfriders call it 'wolf song' and 'star song', whichever way we are pulled. I personally find myself in a balance, or in favour of the earth and wolf song." The maiden nodded and smirked a little when No-Sting mentioned her sister and told not to tell. Badger tapped her nose as a mark of keeping things a secret, she would not tell a single soul. After that, Badger returned to the task at hand -- the skin was almost prepared, and it only needed some finishing touches. She had partially expected the question shot back at her -- but it still took her a little moment to figure it out. "Ah, I would not know which way to stand among the stars.", she admitted, "And coming to think of the sea...", Badger cocked her head at the thought. "By the sea, perhaps. IN the sea, no... I don't think so. I mean, I like to fish and swim, but I would not know how to hold my breath long enough." She gave a smile to the other maiden, but briefly thought of the sea elves mentioned, Reefshadow and Swish. She knew neither of them too well, but would not mind making closer acquaintance, at least with Reefshadow. High Ones, the poor lad was always blue! "A den by the sea does sound nice, though...", she mused, "Although it would be a huge difference to us... Ah, I mean to us ALL...", Badger stumbled over her words and did not quite know it herself what she even meant with her words like that. She had her suspicion that some elves like Keleero would probably faint over the idea, while Choice was happy not to rock the boat and just rolled on with the gales. |
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Post by No-Sting on Sept 30, 2022 21:13:50 GMT 1
"Wolf song and star song, I like that!" It sounded both more ordinary and lovely than the hushed whispers of 'sky-touched' that could sweep through her Clan when a tribemate showed the unlucky signs of magic or came with too strange and new ideas. "And a balance sounds good. I love my dear bond-friend, but I wouldn't want to be all cat. The tuftears don't really care for stories or music or dancing."
A light, happy thrill ran down No-Sting's spine when Badger mentioned a 'a huge difference to us'. Even with the clarification of it being meant as the whole holt couldn't erase how pleased she felt. "Yes, a den by the sea would be strange and new, at least to me. But strange and new doesn't have to be bad!" She paused. "Unless you're Keleero. That is one high-strung elf. Jumps at his own shadows he does. Do you think he'd float right up into the sky if he went outside more?" She meant it mostly as a joke. But then again, you never could fully trust magic...
She shook thoughts of the prickly glider aside and happily refocused her attention on Badger. "I'm a decent fisher when it comes to rivers, but I must confess I've little experience with bigger waters. And my swimming could do with a lot of improvement. If it ever gets warmer here, you'll have to give me lessons so I don't drown when we find that sea-side den." She added a wink to the end of that sentence for good measure, feeling bold.
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Oct 2, 2022 19:05:29 GMT 1
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Post by Badger on Oct 2, 2022 19:05:29 GMT 1
The wolfrider maiden gave a thought about the glider, imagining him to just … whisk away in a breeze of wind like a puff of smoke or steam. She grinned at the thought, then nudged at No-Sting, “maybe we need to tie a tether around Keleero’s ankle.”
Although the maiden was dead sure the glider would not be at all pleased at the idea. That made Badger think of babies, and how probably glider babies had to learn to stand, and walk AND glide. Oof, they probably needed helmets at an early age…
As the conversation flowed toward the idea of living by the seaside and Badger teaching No-Sting, she was caught off guard at the wink. The wolfrider felt her heartbeat pick up a bit, but she simply nodded at the request.
“Sure thing, that can be arranged.”, she responded to the suggestion of swimming lessons and to the chosen word of ‘when’. Not ‘if’, ‘when’. It kind of felt like they were treading on an unfamiliar territory here, with their discussion, but Badger could not quite put her finger on what was so unfamiliar. Admittedly, she did not mind a little bit of flirt, though, she was only bad in it herself.
“I think the skin is good to be left alone to cure and we’ll finish the work after it has been curing?”, she then said to No-Sting, unsure of what to expect if there was a warmer season coming up.
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Post by No-Sting on Oct 23, 2022 18:40:04 GMT 1
No-Sting let out a hearty laugh at Badger's tether-comment. "Oh I am sure he would be thrilled! We could all take turns holding the ground-end of the rope and walk him about the forest." She couldn't keep her voice from breaking with renewed laughter. The thought was too silly to keep talking about.
No-Sting couldn't help but beam at the favorable response her flirting received. She didn't want to come on too strong - having someone to flirt with she hadn't known either her whole life or their whole life was still very strange and new - but she was happy she had dared start something. Now to keep it casual and light... "I thank you for the kind offer! And I agree, let's let this cure in peace. Hungry?" You could never go wrong with food!
OOC: Time to wrap this up?
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Post by Badger on Oct 24, 2022 16:30:17 GMT 1
For a moment, Badger imagined a scenario where a glider was to float away despite the tether, and the elf holding the tether with the glider. She blinked at the thought and grimaced lightly at the idea, then returning to the Now. The mention of food was practical and most welcomed. "I wonder if the newcomers want any?", she suggested, "Esheltwu, and the other one...", she mentioned, meaning SL2657F and Eryk. Despite not having a shared language, Badger was pretty sure they could ... mimic and hand gesture their way toward some sort of understanding. The name of the other one was hard to pronounce, and Badger had a feeling she had pretty much butchered it. Nevertheless, they were elfin kind, and all in the same trouble, so... Badger supposed offering some food would not hurt. At least finding the common tongue would offer her a little something else to think about, other than the cute maiden winking at her. ~*~ OoC: I am fine if you are! |
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Post by No-Sting on Oct 24, 2022 19:14:57 GMT 1
"A good question," No-Sting replied, all grins and ease. "Let's go ask!" OOC: Great, then we're officially wrapped  |
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