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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 7:52 pm
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It wasn't often that Padma got to go out on her own, especially when she and her father were visiting nearby settlements. Most of the time she was expected to stay close to his side to help him with his craft, or they were ushered on their way quickly, unable to dawdle and explore the way she wanted to. But sometimes... sometimes there was a day when Uquin didn't need her. When even his overprotective tendencies couldn't come up with an excuse to keep her in the village.
With the promise that she would come back before the night broke, Padma ventured off on her own with a skin of water at her hip, and a pack full of pods, jerky, and nuts to keep her full. Along with her for the trip was her aldabuck, Ishtar, who plodded along by her side sedately. Only a few hours into her trek, and Padma had decided to sit under the boughs of a large, gnarled looking tree. Here in the west of Tale, closer to Jauhar, the savanna gave way to thicker woods and more varied wildlife, but the sand underfoot was still soft to the touch, and the heat baring down from above still overwhelming.
Gleaming with sweat, Padma sighed and reached into her pack for a pod, lifting it to her mouth to suck out the syrupy sweet water. It was enough to parch her thirst, but she still thought the shade of the tree would be a welcome break, and Ishtar seemed calm enough to graze peacefully among the grass. So she lay down against the crook of the tree and closed her eyes, sighing as she whiped her hand across her sweating forehead.
She was aware of the possibility of witu, or even a stray radaku that had traveled too far from Jauhar, but with a dagger to defend herself, and Ishtar by her side (who had always been skittish and finely attuned to smells), she doubted anything could sneak up on her without the telltale bleat of panic from her sweet aldabuck.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 8:31 pm
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If there was one negative aspect of the soft, plush like soil of Tale it was that it absorbed sounds impeccably well. Padma, with her eyes closed and silently dozing, hadn't heard the normally tell-tale stomping of someone darting forward, nor did she think the gentle rustling of grass was anything to be concerned about. Ishtar, though, definitely noticed - and the moment she realized that a stranger had come up so close, she released a bellowing noise and bucked, cloven hooves stamping at the ground. Padma instantly snapped her eyes open, scrambling to her feet, hand shooting to her dagger on impulse.
And yet... nothing. She stared around, bleary eyes, lips forming into a frown, before clicking her tongue at Ishtar, stepping forward slowly and reaching to pat her hand against the panicking doe's flank. "You silly thing, did you scare yourself?" Padma teased, laughing at the wide-eyed beast, leaning back as Ishtar tossed her head, snuffling unhappily. As soothing as she could, Padma stroked her hand along the familiar's neck, shushing her softly, before playfully gripping at her horn and guiding her away from the edge of the wood, back towards the tree. The doe followed, but reluctantly, and once they came to a stop she peered back into the brush, where Uzu had hidden himself.
Padma followed her gaze, but didn't see anything amiss. However, she kept her eyes peeled out of her periphery - her father had warned her enough about witu, and their grass-like fur, to at least be wary. "Hush hush, here." Releasing her grip on the horn, Padma reached into her bag and fished out a handful of nuts, holding them, palm out, for the aldabuck. While still wary, Ishtar seemed to perk up, and after a few more moments of staring, doubtfully, at the field, she accepted the offering and nibbled at the food.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2016 8:57 pm
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A little handful of nuts simply wasn't enough the sate the aldabuck; even if Uzumati thought she was scrawny, Ishtar often ate voraciously, and when she realized the snack was gone she stamped her foot grumpily, ducking to nose against Padma's hand, into her satchel. Padma snorted back laughter, only to freeze at a strange sound coming, once again, from the line of grass beyond the treeline.
Instantly her throat felt tight and dry, and it took all of her restraint not to swing around to look, or to run in the opposite direction. Instead, she kept stroking Ishtar's neck, thinking hard on what to do. The sound had been... it sounded like when someone was hungry, but she hadn't thought that a beast's belly made sounds like that. Her self preservation told her to just walk away as calmly as she could, but...
Instead, Padma turned away from Ishtar, reaching into her bag once again. This time, though, she pulled out a piece of jerky, smiling apologetically at Ishtar, due to what kind of jerky it was. Popping a piece of it into her mouth, the girl adjusted the small stash so it was visible from the mouth of her bag, then set the bag down where she and Ishtar stood. "Try not to scare yourself this time, or steal all my nuts again." Padma accused, before turning her back to the field (a motion that made a bead of sweat travel down her neck out of the sudden feeling that it was the STUPIDEST idea she'd ever had) and stepped back to the tree. Settling down against it, Padma propped her arm against one of the roots... and closed her eyes. At least, mostly. While her thick lashes fluttered closed, she kept them just open enough to watch for a shape moving. If there was something in the brush, she hoped it'd be more interested in easy food than killing an aldabuck and an earthling.
She hoped. Then, at least, she'd know what she was dealing with, and whether to run back to the village.
Why she didn't just run straight for the village, she didn't know.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 7:55 pm
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For a long moment, Padma cursed herself mentally for being so foolish. Who did she think she was, the beast whisperer? She'd never aspired to be a beast tamer, and offering a handful of jerky wasn't going to dissuade a truly hungry predator. Her heart pounded in her chest, so when she finally saw movement it took all of her strength not to gasp in surprise. It was- a boy. Or, by boy, she meant someone who looked her age.
He was lanky, and scarily skinny, and looked like he could have used a bath judging from the sand and dirt that caked his feet and dusted his hair. The way he skittered across the soft Tale soil was alien and bestial. Something seemed to make him hesitate, however, because he stopped and just peered at her.
He was shifty, as if nervous about her presence. But he seemed to wave aside his wariness at least for a moment, moving forward- stepping so close that she could clearly see his face and smell the earth and grass on his skin and clothes- only for that sound to gurgle out again. His belly- he's hungry!,Padma realized.
He whirled on his heel, scooped up her bag, and was rushing back towards the grass by the time Padma jumped to her feet, eyes snapping open, her hand swiping to try and catch hold of his wrist, though she highly doubted she was fast enough. "No, please-- wait!" She called after him.
A person! There was a leaf boy here out in the middle of nowhere - did anyone know? Surely not, with how ragged he looked. Was he a runaway? Was he alone out here?
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 8:39 pm
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Spirits, he was simply too fast! Set off balance by the lunge to grab at him, Padma stumbled in the dirt, dropping to one knee before she could catch herself. Looking back up, she opened her mouth to call after him again- only to freeze, seeing him right there at the edge of the brush. He was there, looking right at her- hair a ruffled brown, littered with feathers and grass. His eyes were sharp, peering at her as if daring her to move, coming off infinitely more intimidating than he possibly realized.
Frozen in place, Padma held her breath, not sure how someone so... obviously wild and possibly unhinged might react to her trying to take back her bag.
Her bag- filled with treats and food, but not anything filling enough for a growing person. Her bag, also filled with strips of cloth, thread, half-sewn clothes, and expensive tools for sewing - all lost, if he made it away. Unsure what to do, Padma swallowed hard, then fully settled on her knees, raising both hands, palms facing him, in a show of surrender. "Look, you- you can have the food. But I need that back - please." He was still moving away, hand having scooped up the bag securely, and Padma felt a thrill of panic shoot through her. Holding her hand out, Padma moved just the barest bit forward, motioning for the bag itself. "Just the bag... okay?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 7:32 pm
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He moved so slow - so aggravatingly slow, growling at her like some sort of animal. But she swallowed back her emotion, and instead inched closer, fingers twitching expectantly, especially when he inched forward... and then...
Finally! The bag was extended, just inches away, and Padma shuffled forward on her knees, and gripped at the bag, only to find that he still held it, almost possessively, in the fist of his hand by the strap. She shot him a scolding stare, huffing out a breath that blew a lock of colored hair from her forehead, before she acquiesced to his silent demand. From inside her bag, Padma fished out a square of cloth that she usually used to practice her embroidery... a deep emerald green, covered in patchwork designs of gold, pinks, and light blues. Spreading it out between them, Padma began to move the morsels from her bag to the makeshift satchel, and once her own bag had been fully unloaded of food, she folded the cloth up, and tied it at the corners to form a makeshift bag.
Gesturing to the pack, Padma then held her hand out for the bag he was still stubbornly holding, raising her eyebrows expectantly. "All my tools are there - I can't sew anything if you take those away from me." So... he understood her words, and yet was still acting so... feral? Strange... but at least he was waiting, was letting her take back something he had stolen. She had every right to be angry, but at the very least he had paused to let her reclaim her possessions, right?
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2018 9:30 pm
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Oh, thank the spirits. Padma sighed, pulling the bag close and holding it to her chest, relieved beyond words. "Thank you." She breathed. To tell the truth, she expected the boy to skitter off as soon as he had his prize, a strange anomaly that she'd bring up to her father when she returned home - but... somehow, he'd opted to stay still, watching her.
Padma, realizing that he was looking at her, bit the edge of her lip, eyebrows raising slightly. What was it? If he understood what she was saying, then that ... hopefully meant he had someone, right? Her fingertips rubbed, idly, against the textured embroidery of her bag, as she thought over what she should do.
"...Um- you know, if you're hungry, I don't mind if you wanted to eat." It only seemed polite to offer to let him eat. Which, in itself, was hilarious -- she was being polite to a wild boy who had stolen her snacks.
This was such a strange situation... Up close, he seemed healthier than she would have expected - honestly, she never would think that someone could survive outside of the settlement, especially someone her age.
"Do you live out here? Are you - are you okay?" This time her voice was soft, a quiet entreaty as her eyes swept over him once again, worried.
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