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 Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 3:35 pm
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 Becoming a legendary had changed very little about Last Night; she had always been a wanderer and a new set of eyes could not change that. She walked with more weight in her steps than she had when she was younger, but that was life--it changed you and who you thought you were. This morning, the fog still hanging low from the night before, was no different from many of the mornings that came before it. The day, as always, holds the possibility of stories to be told, lives to be learned.
Let them come to her, she thought idly as she stepped through a low, slanted beam of sunlight. She was waiting, her many eyes, as always, seeking the stories hidden around her.
sheepcakes whoops accidentally quotes you as cake mage of sheep |
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 5:19 pm
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Monsoon wasn't even sure if he needed a blessing. Treacherous Snow had left without even a word, no goodby, no hint in regards to weather or not she was expecting, nothing. Just one night she was there and by morning she was gone. They'd had fun though, during the time she did stay, so he wasn't regretful. And just in case, he decided to look for one of the chosen, figuring if he did need a blessing the MotherFather would set a mare or stag in his path.
The first thing he'd done is ask around, never having met a legendary before, about how to ask and any protocols to follow. The general reply he got was bring a gift, and be formally polite. As for the gift, nobody seemed to have an answer, everyone he spoke to had given something different.
So, having no idea what to do he went overboard. First Monsoon found a turtle shell, but not just any one. He looked for one that was just right to carry things in, not too big or small, the turtle already so long dead it was easy to clean it up. Then he filled it, with anything and everything he thought one of the Swamp's chosen might use. Giant moth wings, pretty stones, bones from a caiman, wound up balls of spider's web, bird feathers, and, carefully wrapped in leaves, seeds from everywhere he'd been on his little quest for the perfect gift.
That had been a few days ago, though he'd done so much walking it felt like weeks, and still no sign of a chosen. Monsoon is just about to make a bargain with himself when the road brings him right to a very regal looking kin, dramatically standing in a pool of early morning light. Sure that this is no ordinary kin, he carefully sets the shell down, giving a bow as he does. "Good morning, wise one."
Amorpheous I can leave quotes off if it double notifies you. |
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 5:30 pm
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Last Night turned, her antlers carving out a graceful arc against the patch of sky peaking through above her head, to take in the sight of the buck. All six of her eyes stared at him, unblinking. She had been told it was uncanny, the way she looked at others, so clearly and without a hint of thought, judgement or otherwise. Some others though, of which some had come to draw her to their side in turns, found it comforting, the perfect blankness with which she saw the world. She nodded, slow, the movement carrying the weight of her antlers.
"Good morning," she responded, her voice low. She had never been particularly delicate, more shadow licking at your heels than light. She tilted her head, eyes casting down briefly at his gift. "You have brought many offerings, one might wonder if you are worried."
sheepcakes New post notifications are pretty touch and go for me, so I would definitely appreciate the quote!
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 6:48 pm
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Monsoon ponders her words a moment, should he be worried? Here she is, one of Her chosen, so surely he needs a blessing. And, by the very nature of things, one should be at least a tiny bit worried when bringing new life into the swamp. Or maybe the mare means something more. Maybe she's not talking of the normal worries, what if Treacherous Snow leaving had nothing to do with simply becoming bored of him. What if there was something else there? Maybe something was wrong? Or maybe the hints he'd seen weren't just him over reacting to things, bits of her being a little meaner than he'd thought she was?
Giving his head a shake, sure that by now it doesn't matter and all he can really do is ask for the safety of any kids they might have. "I don't know if she's expecting, she just left, but just in case she is, and to be sure they're going to be okay, would you bless them, please?"
Amorpheous Sorry for double quote, autocorrect trolled me so I had to fix stuff. -_- |
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 7:27 pm
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Though she couldn't see the exact content of his thoughts (though she could, if she so chose to with just a touch, for the present becomes memory with every breath one takes), she could see in his face, the way it changes as he thinks about what to say, that he was coming up with reasons to be worried.
"What has happened has happened. What will happen will happen and then they will join the ranks of story and memory," she said gently, voice cool. She continued, sedately, "Your gifts tell a story, they tell of your thoughts, your feelings."
She considered him quietly, for a moment, "May your children choose to control what they can control and let go, without worry or fear, that which is beyond their control."
sheepcakes Are Wild Beast, Saddened Eyes, and Mudslide okay for throwbacks? If so, I'm going to PM blue the form for this breeding and you can go ahead and PM her confirmation!
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