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Post by Badger on May 22, 2023 8:24:30 GMT 1
Slowly and carefully, Badger worked through the locks of Flint's hair. She noted it was not badly kept by all means, so it was easy and pleasant to work through. She pondered about the potential of the terrain be alive with magic -- she had no sense of magic, that she had noticed. Badger could send to other elves and to her wolf bond, and that was the limitation of her own magic skills.
"What does it look or feel like, when something is alive with magic?", Badger then asked, "Unpredictable and potentially dangerous? Growing at abnormal pace?"
If she had been tossed to Flint's homeworld, Badger suspected she would have been overwhelmed within heartbeats, and most likely dead, if the world was as hostile as Flint made it out to be. So, she did thank her High Ones for the chance to be transported in at least somewhat friendly world, if even a foreign one.
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Post by Flint on May 22, 2023 15:26:59 GMT 1
Feeling magic was to him as natural as breathing, so he couldn't imagine how it was without. The lack of it here still felt rather irritating. And it was not easy to describe either, had him thinking for some moments. “Like an unknown animal.” he started. “You know it's just as alive as you are. But even if it looks like something you've seen before, there is no telling how it'll react. It could be as small as a pebble or as big as a whole landscape. And the one next to it might be yet a different being.”
In a way most of his homeworld had been alive, defiantly despite the planets fate. Not necessarily all hostile, but close to it. On a rock here you could step without worrying about hurting it or the reaction to it. Back there, not so much.
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Post by Badger on Jun 15, 2023 17:19:10 GMT 1
Badger thought about these words. It did not open up to her too much, but she tried to understand. Well, she understood unknown animals, in a sense. She pondered about the unpredictability of Flint's world, and how this one was seemingly predictable. Or so it had seemed so far. She had fallen into thoughtful silence as she worked through the locks of the male elf, chewing her bottom lip and trying to process all of the information given. Well, she had asked about it, so now she had to deal with the consequences.
Badger felt like saying something like 'that sounds scary' or something else non-committing, but she felt like Flint and she had already discussed that, and to Flint that was 'normal' and to Badger, it was 'scary'. So, instead, she let her mind churn and whirl with the thoughts she had about his home, rife with magic, pulsating with magic, going wild with magic. Probably dangerous, but maybe a bit raw and beautiful too.
Eventually, she noticed she had gotten all of the strands of hair combed and neatly bundled.
"Oh, all done with the combing.", she announced and did not quite know what to do now.
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Post by Flint on Jun 15, 2023 20:43:33 GMT 1
Flint didn't mind the quiet at all. There were so many new people here, it sometimes got too much. Too loud. Too crowded. And there wasn't really a better way to explain his home – it was full of magic, all of it, every little thing entirely unpredictable. Dangerous, of course, but they'd managed to survive anyway, carve out little bits of happiness. Some of it was beautiful too, though it was hard to explain how and he felt like sending pictures only scared the others. Better to leave it to imagination.
Still, he smiled at the help with his hair, nodded a thanks. Single strands of his unruly waves would escape soon enough, that just wasn't a reason to not care for it. He took up the ribbon with beads he'd removed earlier, tied the simple decoration back around his head. “Should I do yours?” Frankly, he knew little of how such exchanged worked. Offer something back right away? Remember and tally it up for later? Leave it as it was?
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Post by Badger on Jun 27, 2023 12:35:38 GMT 1
Badger had been so deep in her thoughts about the ideas of home and what was 'normal' and what was 'scary' that she did not quite expect the offer of Flint to do her hair right off the bat. Had it been a close friend, or maybe even a known adversary from her old holt, she would have known to accept or decline right away. But this elf she barely knew, and even if they had gotten to know each other ...
She just kind of looked at Flint awkwardly, like an owlet.
The comfortable silence turned into an uncomfortable one, and Badger felt a blush creeping on her cheeks.
"Yeah, sure.", she then finally said and handed over the comb to him, and turned away so that he could easier access to her locks of hair. The certain awkwardness made her feel ... well, awkward. Good thing she was facing away from Flint, and Badger tried to find another topic of conversation.
"So, uhh.", she said as she leaned against the ledge of the hot pool of water. "Choice and Nettle Recognized each other, and then Nettle disappeared... Then Greywing and Juniper, and Greywing disappeared... Makes me maybe a bit worried.", she then said, but 'a bit worried' was an understatement of what Badger really felt.
~*~
OoC: New fear unlocked for Badger.
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Post by Flint on Jun 28, 2023 20:30:15 GMT 1
Flint was really not having any second thoughs beyond giving the offer back. There had been no one else in his world, or at least no one he got to meet, so there was no learning about the delicacies of socializing. At least he didn't think anything odd about the pause either, only looking slightly past her, still not comfortable being stared at. Maybe he never would be, not with instincts of survival honed by generations.
Taking the comb he simply nodded, began the work, carefully. He knew how to care for his own, had done it for Sapling too, so this wasn't all too different. Though Sapling was his twin, they had the same hair, just different preferences in length and style.
“About more disappearing? That's sure a... disruption.” Just one hard to imagine for him, when he was so used to everyone needing to know all to make it on their own. “It was very normal to us, things disappearing. Plants. Animals. Whole landscapes. Us. We were prepared for that. Though... I'd not know what to do without him.” The reality of that being a problem now was something he still pushed aside.
(OOC: Flint not even knowing what Recognition is lol)
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Post by Badger on Sept 15, 2023 16:11:28 GMT 1
OoC: Sorry for the long wait. Badger has been rather tight-lipped with me as of late. ~*~ It seemed to the maiden that maybe Flint did not even fully realize the full impact of Recognition, but ... well, he came from very different place -- maybe they did not even have a similar thing. "Disappearances, yes.", she admitted, but then added: "Maybe it soon is a time for reappearance?" She thought of those who had vanished in the blink of an eye, kind of ... missing some of them, even if she had not gotten to know people very well yet. "I am afraid of getting fond of anyone, in case they are here now and then gone on the next day.", Badger then confided in Flint, feeling suddenly very vulnerable and scared. Unwillingly she thought about her new playmate in No-Sting and felt so helpless just thinking that what if some day either one of them would just blink away and be gone? Also, gone WHERE exactly? Badger bit her lip as she thought about it, and the fact how tight they had held each other in the avalanche. |
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Post by Flint on Sept 17, 2023 9:25:29 GMT 1
Flint frowned a bit, had a hard time imagining how it'd be with even more people. To him it was crowded as it was already. “We don't know if new people coming will have useful skills. Or want to stay around.” He was restless, staying in one spot so long, instead of wandering the lands. Just couldn't leave the possible only chance of meeting other elves behind.
“Don't. Even they are gone the next moment – is it not worth spending the time? To cherish what you have instead of depriving yourself off it?” In his world, everything could be gone or changed within a blink. Despairing didn't help, would bring nothing back.
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Post by Badger on Sept 26, 2023 17:00:39 GMT 1
Badger relaxed in the hot water as Flint worked through her hair with the comb, and pondered about his words. The fire maker had a good point in people possibly appearing; they might just be less skilled or not keen on staying here. Badger wondered briefly, whatever had made this little group remain here, anyway, and not wander far off the mountain and forests.
She was a little bit of a coward herself, she admitted in her thoughts — safety in numbers and all that.
And besides…
If the person of her keen interest was to leave, would she follow her?
“I suppose you have a point.”, Badger softly said to the advice of Flint, as she felt her worries mellow out a little, with the combing and the heat around her muscles. “Better to be happy for even a brief encounter, if it just was a happy one.”
At this position, she could not quite turn to look at Flint, but his enigmatic self did pique some curiosity inside of the maiden’s head. Badger was not the nosey type, not like Mahrak, so she did not blurt her curiosities out just like that. She was a secretive creature herself, and respected that boundary with others.
“So, with so little folk in your home, this group feels probably like … a lot.”, she then mentioned, “anyone you like to spend time with in particular?”
Badger did not necessarily mean it romance or furring wise, she had noticed that Crispin’s presence usually had a calming effect, Eryk was a bit grey, but his playful side could be coaxed out. Same with Choice, and not to mention FarSight’s capabilities to deal with the snow and ice — apparently he was from the lands of ice and snow, which also intrigued the maiden of the temperate forest lands.
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Post by Flint on Oct 4, 2023 20:15:11 GMT 1
In his world you had to search hard for this little bits of happiness and hold them close, for all the many harsher times. Took work, but it was the only way to stay sane. To stay a person amid the madness. His touch too would be a gentle warmth, Flints body running at a higher temperature than normal for other elves, sign of his firemagic.
“Mahrak” he replied after some thought. “He's so... easy with people and talks the silences away. Reminds me of Sapling too, being so different to myself.” His relationship to his twin was the only point of reference he had, though any outsider sure would've said they were rather similar, not as much of opposites as it appeared to them.
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Post by Badger on Oct 15, 2023 14:19:14 GMT 1
"I have not gotten to know Mahrak too well yet...", Badger admitted, as she thought about it. "But I think I agree on your assessment about him." Although maybe sometimes talk was too overwhelming compared to silence, Badger maybe preferred the comfort of silence more than prattling the night or day away. "Maybe I ought to seek him out for something to do, hunt or fish or ..." Oooh, maybe Mahrak was an expert in some handcrafts, and maybe Badger could learn more about that. Not tonight, though, the hot water and the motion of getting her hair combed had lulled her into a relaxed state and she felt like she could not get a hunt going even if she tried her hardest. She stifled a yawn. "Should we get out of the pool, before we resemble some wrinkly dried fruit?", she said jokingly. |
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Post by Flint on Jul 25, 2024 10:18:10 GMT 1
“I think he hunts?” At least that big cat of his would need to eat something. But Flint had only ever hunted alone, in as much as you could call it that in his world. Hard to change so old habits. To learn working with people he barely knew. “Lets do that” he agreed. Water wasn't something he enjoyed all too much in the first place, only necessary. Though that might be his magic talking. He wasn't too sure how much that played into it.
(OOC: Ending it here)
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