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Post by No-Sting on Jul 28, 2020 23:00:51 GMT 1
Well, at least one of the newcomers didn't have magic. Small relief that was. "Good to know we have another strong swimmer in the holt. The waters can be treacherous, the large river most of all. You'll get along with our water-elves, I'm sure." Little Swish would likely be happy to have yet another elf he could play in the water with come warmer weather. "If you have seeds, you should also speak with Juniper and Tambri. They're the holt's treeshapers. They'll know the best direction to point you in come new-green." No-Sting did her best to tune out Cripsin's explanation of mind-healing. Bad enough that elves could change the shape of flesh and bone; anything that affected one's mind held potential for turns of bad dreams. No-Sting instead jumped on the chance to go back to speaking of hunting. "Do not worry about the hunting. We have plenty of hunters in the holt, but we have fewer makers than we'd like. Any elf who can weave or plant is a boon to the tribe." She sighed. "That said, it sounds like we'll need to take out a hunting party to do far off scouting in a near future, if our most abundant prey keeps moving away from here. With both us and the humans hunting them, we might end up in the same dire straits as when we'd just arrived." |
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Post by Mahrak on Jul 28, 2020 23:36:30 GMT 1
OOC: Good to know! And Mahrak may be a huge flirt, but he won't be too pushy (unless he's annoyed with someone and wants to annoy them back XD)
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"A fellow water-lover, how excellent." Mahrak had begun undressing from his white-cold clothes, creating a pile of fur and hide behind him. He made sure to direct the melting snow away from the other elves. "There is fish in the nearby river, though I haven't been taking a stab at them myself yet." The only truly viable fishing in the Far White had been ice-fishing and he'd never had the true patience for that. Standing guard was one thing, but hunting while sitting completely still? He'd leave that to Longsleep.
Longsleep, having recently fed, flopped down behind his elf and promptly settled in to rest and dream. He payed little attention to the elves and the cat in the cave, seeing as Mahrak hadn't been intimidated by them. It was time for sleep.
"That's impressive!" Mahrak said to Crispin as she finished explaining mind-healing. "Does it work with deep fears? My cousin Alre ended up caught in an avalanche once and though she got out of it with little more than a scare she could never stand tight spaces thereafter. Made sleeping tricky for her." Since he'd bid farewell to his family moons ago, he'd settled for speaking of them as if they were gone. It was what he'd had to give up to achieve his dream and thus far he had no regrets - it was sad, yes, but not regrettable. "Speaking of caves! Will you be staying in here tonight or will you be braving the tree dens? I haven't seen much of them myself yet but I'm sure the treeshapers have done brilliant work out there."
The prospect of going out with a hunting party later on sent a thrill down his spine. It had been a long time since he hunted with a group.
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Post by Silvergill on Jul 29, 2020 1:40:11 GMT 1
"I've never met a river I couldn't swim." Silvergill felt proud, she was glad there weren't many swimmers around, she would hate to be obsolete. "As for making, I never had much talent for tanning, but I can weave a good net, they never unravel as long as I can help it." She didn't know how much use any nets would be if what they needed was clothes, but one never knows.
"As nice and warm and friendly as this cave is, I'd like to get out of this cave as soon as possible. Green River elves weren't made to sit in caves, we thrive on sunshine and running water." She smiled, reminiscing of her homeland. "Those tree dens sound promising, they at least sound closer to the trees i slept in at home more than any cave floor."
She scooted closer to the small fire, trying to soak up as much warmth as she could, still not used to not being surrounded by constant humidity and warmth. The two cats had begun to lounge, which calmed her somewhat. Furry things never hung around Green River for long, she never thought she would miss the deathjaws and snaptails that inhabited the Green River.
OOC: ~Making up names for random animals~
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Post by Crispin on Jul 30, 2020 19:50:54 GMT 1
Crispin liked that there was a river around and people capable of traversing it. She could use some more exercise swimming, though that too would have to wait for warmer water – at least among elves she wasn't at risk of silently drowning, could shout out in sending if help was needed. No shackles pulling her under either.
**It's not that simple.** she replied, shaking her head slightly. **You have to want it, work with me. All I can do is aid on the journey.** Healing wasn't always just fixing what'd broken and not everything a healer could help with. **While I'd love to sleep somewhere I can see the sky, that will have to wait for warmer times. I have not known much cold, let alone wet one. But there sure are many ways to get useful in here too.** Just because she could heal didn't meant this was all to do in participation – if nothing else Crispin would weave, make clothes and blankets they could use well in this cold.
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Post by No-Sting on Aug 3, 2020 18:45:53 GMT 1
OOC: Making up animal names is a longstanding tradition in the Elfquest fandom XD
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"Nets will be very useful." They'd hunted the land to the point that the pronghorns had begun shunning the forest closest to the mountain and they hadn't seen a branch-horn in a good few days. There was other prey, of course, but one shouldn't hunt the land too harshly. Not that they had much choice without white-cold stores. New-green couldn't come soon enough. "I'm sure you'll be welcome in the tree dens. My sister and I have stayed here in the caves for now, since the tree dens aren't that many yet. We don't mind the caves so much, so we're leaving room for those who'd rather leave here."
The idea of sleeping outside where one could see the stars made No-Sting smile. "That would be lovely, yes," she said to Crispin. "But if the weather and seasons here are anything like where I come from, that will be rare I fear. Though we can hope." She hid a yawn behind her palm. "So, do you both prefer to be awake with the daystar?"
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Post by Mahrak on Aug 3, 2020 19:01:15 GMT 1
"I look forward to the delicious fish I'm sure you'll be bringing us in no time," Mahrak said to Silvergill, smile wide.
Fascinated, Mahrak scooted closer to Crispin as she explained. "Huh! How do you know if someone is ready for a mind-healding, then?" He could guess, sure, but it didn't seem wise to guess when it came to magic.
Next to him, Longsleep began to snore softly.
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Post by Silvergill on Aug 7, 2020 15:04:30 GMT 1
Silvergill stretched her legs on the stone floor. Fiddling her fingers in the net tied around her waist, already envisioning the fish she would catch. Especially if this strange weather was nothing to laugh at, her and these new elves would need something to sustain them. And fish always seemed to be where the water was, so as long as she could find some water she could keep herself and others fed.
"Yes, the daystar accompanies most Green River elves days. Though we can be awake in the dark, some are fond of night fishing, I've done it a couple times myself. But it's easier to see where the predators are when there is light out. Don't want to lose an arm to a deathjaw just to splash around in the dark, they've got better sight in the dark than even we do."
OOC: sorry got absolutely slammed at work for a week
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Post by Crispin on Aug 7, 2020 21:35:48 GMT 1
Crispin too smiled, the small joys sometimes the best. **There'll be nights for it.** she replied with the reassurance of someone who'd seen many seasons, knew that it all changed and came back. Even if it were a bit cold she'd not mind. That's what you got blankets for. **I do not prefer it, but it has come to be the norm. Albeit I am used to being called at all times.** Healers never really had a rest, nor would she deny any help.
Folding her hands in her lap she turned to Mahraks question. **I don't. This is not upon me to decide. All that's within my power is to aid.** Tuft in the while seemed to find the now sleeping tiger a good thing to explore, scooting closer behind Crispins back. She let her, as long as things stayed peaceful. **You might not, but some of us do** she added to Silvergills words about seeing in the dark.
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Post by No-Sting on Aug 10, 2020 18:52:19 GMT 1
"Well, around here you can all pick when you sleep, as long as there's a fur free." Keleero had made plenty of sleeping bowls for them and there was also the tree dens, so No-Sting didn't feel false giving this promise. "Most of us keep to what we've known before. I, for one, prefer to be up at night, while Mahrak over there seems to prefer the daytime. That way we always have guards around the holt to keep watch." She kept on ignoring the exchange between Crispin and Mahrak about mind-healing. That was a magic too disturbing to dwell on, healing or no. When something so intimate as one's mind could be changed by magic, and if the magic went bad... No, not something she should think on! "I have keen eyes in the dark," she said to Silvergill, bragging to distract herself. She added on a playful wink at the end and, "I prefer the sunlight to rock me to sleep with its warmth and safety," to show she wasn't trying to show herself superior to anyone. "Most creatures do not hunt in daylight, as you say. I count myself among them." But there were tribemates - for she had to call them such as there was no other word for them - who should be awake and chipper still at this time of day. "Mahrak, do you know where the other day-eyed are holed up? I thought more would come to greet the newcomers. At least Keleero, since he never leaves these tunnels. Do you know where Milo is? Or... Badger?" She tried to not sounds so obviously interested in where the third elf she mentioned happened to be at the time. She might have tried to adjust her sleeping so that she'd run into the wolf-blooded elf in question more. Maybe. OOC: No worries, Silvergill! There's no time-limit on posting and real life always goes before rpging - I myself am writing at a much slower pace now that work has started up again. It's fun to rp with you, but don't stress about writing  |
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Post by Mahrak on Aug 10, 2020 19:08:45 GMT 1
"Aye, I prefer the daylight to the stars," Mahrak said to No-Sting's claim. "The stars and moons are pretty to look upon, but I prefer to do my hunting when there is more light to see by and less shadows for prey to hide in." Predators were also a concern, but not a great one, in Mahrak's experience. No, avalanches and thin ices killed more elves than the rare wolf pack desperate enough to encroach on The Far White's territory. "Fascinating!" he said to Crispin at her descriptions of how a mind-healing worked, and meant it. "Sounds almost like waiting to help two quarreling friends to ask for one's help in reconciling with each other. It's not like you can force people to forgive and be friendly again if they've fought." He noticed Crispin's cat-bond edge toward where Longsleep dozed and sent a quick, ::New cat, close, no hurt,:: to make sure the big oaf wouldn't lash out in his sleep. The chance was minimal, seeing how Longsleep usually took things in stride, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Longsleep only sent back a drowsy acknowledgement, too deep in rest to give more response but still near enough to waking to reply immediately. When the question came to other elves, he shrugged. "I can't rightly say. I haven't seen Badger or Milo today, but I wandered pretty far before I came here so I likely missed them even if they're close by. Old bird-bones is off deeper into the caves, far as I know, working on that chamber of his. Or he's doing that thing with the water." Keleero had muttered something about 'privacy' a few days ago and begun working on a side-chamber from the Sleeping Chamber, when he wasn't trying to get the hot spring water to flow through more of the walls and floor. Mahrak had offered to help and been politely but firmly rebuffed, which hadn't made Keleero any better company in his eyes. No-Sting's question brought on another thought. Mahrak once more turned to address the two newcomers. "Would you like us to tell you of the other elves here, so you are prepared when you meet them? Or would you rather we not ruin the surprise?" His grin grew wider at the thought of all the colorful elves that dwelt in Beacon Call. He could not have asked for a more interesting goal for his quest! "You might be surprised at all the shapes elves can take! Unless you've already run into several other elves before?" He tried to think back through the conversation, but couldn't be sure if they'd said so or no already, so he thought it best to leave the question beckoning for an answer. |
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Post by Silvergill on Nov 1, 2020 22:45:46 GMT 1
"I for one haven't met any other elves who weren't of my tribe before," Silvergill admitted. She scratched the back of her head, she felt way out of depth in this new land. "My tribe was so closely knit together. There were so few of us...we were all family. I knew them all from birth. We never had any newcomers or other tribes come wandering around." She closed her eyes as she reminisced.
Already missing the warm humid days running through the swamps. Feeling mud squish between her toes as she staked out a fishing spot. How the late afternoon sun would come through the leaves and dapple the mossy stones below. Most of all she missed the warmth of her home. How she never got cold, barely even during the coldest season. She would give anything to be somewhere warm rather than inside a cold cave with blizzards brewing on the outside.
"I would like to hear about the others though. I think it would do me good to prepare, I've never met another elf who wasn't like me," She snuck a glance at the two large cats. "Tell me, are there more of these beasts bonded to the others? I've never seen anything like it."
OOC: I'm baaaaack~~
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Post by Crispin on Nov 8, 2020 17:05:14 GMT 1
The healer nodded at Mahraks words, no forcing healing. Some people didn't want it to start with, carrying their faults with pride or simply not being at a point of changing it yet. Being a healer included respecting that. Tuft edging to Longsleep had no ill intentions, sniffing carefully to get a read on those new companion. At worst she'd try and tap the big cat lightly.
Crispin too would like to meet other elves, learn about all who were around here. **I much would like to hear! I've only ever heard of other tribes, living far out** That's where she'd sent her child, for safety and freedom. Hoping that she'd live long enough to one day go and search for him and everyone else lost.
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Post by Milo on Nov 8, 2020 17:21:08 GMT 1
Being a bit hindered by his bodily faults meant that Milo couldn't venture far beyond the cave, at least not as long as there was snow outside. Still rattled about Keleeros reaction though he tried to go out of the other elves way and the best way to do that had been to leave the cave. He felt better up in the trees anyway, had used the chance to collect some dry wood for the fire.
Of course he'd heard the sending of newcomers, this enough of a reason to linger around a bit more outside. Meeting news elves was one thing, but better they had settled a bit before having to deal with a half-human. Cold as it was that didn't last forever, so now he finally came back in, quietly, stopping shortly after the entrance, clutching the bundle of sticks for support. “Ah... I've... brought some wood. For the fire.” Was he welcome in this round? The glasses were in his pocket, so no one should be able to tell on his heritage right away.
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Post by No-Sting on Nov 8, 2020 19:57:12 GMT 1
OOC: Welcome out of hibernation, good people! And I'm including myself in that XD I too have had it a bit rough finding time to rp (because 2020) but I think I'll have some time to check in here at least a few times a week now IC:"You're not the only one who's grown up with only elves who are family," No-Sting said to Silvergill with a rueful smile. "My sister Swift-Wind and I came here from The Tuftear Clan. I'd not seen an elf I hadn't known since either their or my birth before I got here." She let that sentence trail off, fighting back the stinging memories of her mother and aunt and all other friends that were beyond reach now. She'd not been away from them for a full turn of mother moon yet, so the wound was too fresh to poke at for long. To distract herself, she nodded at Mahrak. "This elf here will be better at telling you of the others than I am. He asks more questions in a day than I cna managed in a turn of the seasons, so I'm sure he knows all about our little 'tribe' by now." She sent Mahrak a teasing grin. He liked to poke people and hadn't voiced any complaints about getting riled in return - just the kind of lighthearted ribbing that she needed to not think too far from the here and now. A new elf entering the cave also helped as a distraction. "Ah, Milo! Firewood is just what's needed. Have you eaten yet?" The youth had grown on No-Sting, despite the fact that he too seemed to hold magic. His human blood bothered her less. Elves had apparently mated with all kinds of dangerous animals other than the tuftear cats, so why not these humans as well?
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Post by Silvergill on Nov 8, 2020 20:34:45 GMT 1
"I'm so sorry to hear that," Silvergill's eyes landed on No-Sting. She did not choose to pry further. "I don't know how to feel at the moment. It's all so new. Perhaps I'm in some sort of shock. I feel so numb I haven't even begun to miss them yet." She sighed heavily, already the absence of her tribemates was starting to worm its way into her heart. It's closed claws creeped along the edges of her mind. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of these new 'tribemates' of hers.
The arrival of the new elf almost startled her. She shifted her sitting position to give her a better view of the new arrival. He carried firewood, and seemed to answer to the name Milo. She managed a feeble wave. No-Sting had reacted acceptably towards Milo so the initial shiver of fear that had shot up her spine subsided. As much as she was eager to meet the others who lived here, she hoped her frazzled nerves would let her meet them amicably.
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