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Post by GingerBlues on Mar 17, 2020 23:17:42 GMT -6
New Years Jubilee Official Kawaru Mini Plot Please keep the following in mind!- No strict order is enforced, but try to keep at least two posts between your own character's. - No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway) - Always get consent before harming another character! - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D Prompt: With music and games of all kinds to ring in the new year, the community has gathered together in an attempt to finish up the work on the Arcane Guardian found just a few months back. While members of the herd have been slowly working to get it up and running once more, it seems the Arisen are attempting one final push to wrap up the repairs. The giant stone and crystal kitsune is stunning and all are welcome to interact with it, and each other as they celebrate the beginning of a new year. Location: Sterling Time of Day: Late afternoon, a little before sunset Current Weather: Chilly, but clear skies Participants: Kawaru and Serorans living among the Kawaru |
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Post by leukristic on Mar 18, 2020 16:54:18 GMT -6
 Acheron of SeroraAs the New Year had approached, work in both Vasall and Sterling had nearly doubled. At first it had been the harvest, and despite his role as Peacemaker, he had been right out amongst the Growers and other volunteers helping to harvest and store the crops for the coming winter, to make sure that the Kawaru would have enough to last through the lean times -- and enough to send back to Serora as part of their agreement. They'd ended the harvest exhausted but satisfied with the first crop's yield, and next year -- next year, so long as everything goes correctly, he's sure they will have doubled or even tripled the yield between being able to start planting on time and the Kawaru who had begun to invest their time into research on farming.
Now, however, the focus had turned to the great Kitsune guardian that had been discovered alongside the greenhouse: and he had been lending a hoof there, as well, summoning vines strong enough to hold together pieces of the guardian as they were reattached and cemented into place. Among the crowd, he can just spot a familiar pair of horns -- Conner, examining the guardian amongst the other Kawaru -- and he has to take a deep breath to steady himself before approaching.
He'd made up his mind the night before, as the New Year had approached. It was a time for new beginnings, right? Even he had to admit, he’d had a crush on the kirin since pretty much the first time they had met (and oh, how his friends would have laughed to hear that -- they probably had on a running bet on who would ask who out, although the very thought was foreign to the Peacemaker.) Conner, though, was intelligent, and kind, and didn’t make him feel like an idiot for struggling to read sometimes, or for the messy way he wrote letters. He was, perhaps, the smartest person that the Seroran knew, and it was almost intimidating -- except that he’d seen Conner falling asleep over his journals while the candlelight burned down, had seen the soft angles of his face in slumber.
Still, though: Conner was way out of his league, but he still had to try, right?
The blue roan takes a deep breath before approaching the crowd, having to weave his way past a few others before he finds himself facing the kirin. “Conner, I wanted to ask…” Maybe not in the middle of the crowd -- what if he said no, and everyone heard it? “Well, um…. would you like to dance?”
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Post by buffyandbramble on Mar 20, 2020 16:52:36 GMT -6
Oriole couldn't say that she particularly cared for large scale gatherings, or at least, not for being in the middle of them. She'd had been trodden on too many times over the years, and lost more than one tail feather, to be particularly enamoured by crowds. Still, they were always an interesting spectacle to observe. Horses were fascinating, and a good atmosphere did wonders for loosening up behaviour and tongues, and actions speak louder than words. She skirted the edges of the crowds, picking her way around and through the chattering Kawaru and doing her best to keep out of the way. Her tail was tied up far from the ground, in attempt to give people one less thing to stand on, and she'd opted to tie her mane up to match.
It was her first New Year as a Kawaru, and the thought hadn't quite left her alone of late. For the most part she had gotten over her nostalgia and any homesickness for Nariah, but she found that now, as a New Year dawned, it wasn't quite gone. This time last year she had been a magi, aiding in the priests and priestesses in preparation for the Night of the New Sun ceremony, and then she'd been dancing and feasting in the city with her family and peers. She didn't miss them exactly, but for a moment, she allowed herself to long for the celebration she knew so well. This night was a strange one, a sharp reminder of how much she still had to learn of this new culture. Still, it held promise, and she was curious about the how the Seroran's would influence the celebration, and maybe see if she could pry some stories from them.
The focus of the evening seemed to very much be on the great guardian, and she couldn't help but be drawn back towards it. It was looking much more impressive than when it had been found lying decrepit by that greenhouse, but it still seemed very much non-functional. It towered over her as she stared up at it. She held little interest in learning what made it tick and she could offer no expertise on fixing it, or was she inclined to try, but she could appreciate its majesty. She could appreciate the breathing space it provided from the crowds even more, and she took a small comfort in standing beneath its great shadow and she turned yellow eyes back out over the crowds.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Mar 21, 2020 19:19:40 GMT -6
 Conner Outcast
Conner had been at the statue before celebrations had even properly begun. Currently he was busy mixing up some binding agent so he and others could fill in what remaining cracks still lingered on the surface and deeper in the stone structure. The kirin's thoughts drifted to when he'd made similar mixtures back when he was a proper inventor, with his old shop. Occasionally some of his devices would break and it'd be necessary to create a glue to repair it. Hell sometimes it'd be necessary in initial construction.
Then his thoughts drifted to the last time he was in these lands, and he shivered and shook his head, looking ashamedly down at the ground. That was why he was here, he insisted on telling himself, he was here, repairing this guardian that may well kill him upon re-awakening, so he could make things right. He finished mixing the batch and wandered closer to the guardian and set the bowl down. "Anyone can use this to help with the cracks, if you want." He said to whoever was around working on the statue. His teke glowed around one of the tools he was going to use to fill the gaps as he picked up some of the binding agent with it. Carefully he began dabbing the mixture into some of the larger cracks and smoothing it over with the flat side of the tool. He wasn't sure how well it would work, but its not like he was blessed with earth manipulation, so it was the best he could do.
He got so invested into his work he didn't even notice Acheron approach him until he had started speaking. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose "Oh-uh, Acheron, hi." he said and set his tool down after cleaning the remaining agent off and filling in some smaller gaps with it just using his teke. Acheron was a complicated matter for him, his emotions contradicted the ideals he'd held for most of his life before his resurrection. After warming up to the horse (which admittedly to himself, had taken a while) He almost felt like a mirror of himself, nervous and learning new things about the world all the time. Though Acheron had a head start on him. In teaching the peacemaker how to write, he'd learned more about the world and the new language himself. He remembered the day Acheron had come home to announce his promotion, he'd had a new air of confidence to him almost. Something had stirred in Conner's emotions then, one that his old self would have probably smacked him for. Sure he'd felt things similar before in the past, but the other party always had antlers, which made what he felt now almost feel foreign, like the first time all over again. He shuffled his feet awkwardly "Dance? Oh-well..." he trailed off, looking around. Despite living with the kuwaru for... wow, had it almost been a year? Conner still felt like an outsider here, even if he'd pulled his own weight. So the idea of celebrating with a herd that still was the closest thing to home he'd had in a while felt wrong. He looked back at Acheron, but maybe with him, it wouldn't be so bad, since he was also an outsider here. Though that wasn't the only reason why he didn't object to the idea much.
"It's been a while since I've danced, I'm not sure how good I am anymore." He chuckled nervously. "But, sure, I guess a break wouldn't hurt."
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Post by sunibath on Mar 21, 2020 20:10:27 GMT -6
The afternoon air was the perfect time to put on a scarf and take a stroll down the beaten path, or at least a path that had been well travelled. As the new year was upon everyone, it was nice to at least see the world above for the first time. Being able to see the statue from a distance was an amazing sight to see, especially when everyone had worked pretty hard to restore it to its prime. Even the tiniest details were prominent from a slight distance. As the seal bay unicorn mule made his way over the little hill which separated him from the celebrations, he snuffled a happy sigh. It had been interesting yet an unique experience to work on something that wasn't a book, or researching the new world around him. It was something that held important history that he would've died for to uncover, but was happy to know that now the Kitsune was safe with the Kawaru. It was a blessing that the Umare did not have the Arcane guardian and use it for possible political power of the worst kind.
But happiness quickly faded when for a brief moment, Fel found himself struggling to breathe; clutching to his new gemified walking stick that he had recently bought for himself. He knew his health was deteriorating but never really let it bother him, since he knew his path, his goal in life. Trying to act as normal as possible, he closed his eyes to control the coughing fit he was bound to have, but it never came. But the sensation of his companion passing through him made him forget he was ill, even for a few moments. Weish, Fel's arcane spirit moved quickly to face their equine companion who's face seemed to light up briefly. "We're on our way, Weish," Fel breathed once he believed he wouldn't out himself to the community below, "Just needed a minute," He added, pulling out his journal. Flicking through the pages, he quickly drew a sketch marking the momentous moment and occasion; 'The New Years Jubilee, 1702'
The illustrations he left were scribbles to him, but clean to a point to those who were allow to view his journal. Fel wanted to remember the moment, since he still didn't trust his mind. It had been only a month and a half since the world he once knew had become a wonderland of sorts; grass beneath his feet, blue skies... yet it was curious as to how well he could remember it all so clearly. Keeping his journal out with his teke, he started to move down to the celebrations; his companion wasn't too far behind him. "Let's go meet our fellow Kawaru and finish patching up what we started." Fel grinned to Weish, who managed to possess his walking stick for the walk down. Fel hoped deep down that he wasn't too late for the celebration but had a feeling that the fun was about to start.
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Post by leukristic on Apr 6, 2020 14:28:43 GMT -6
Acheron of SeroraSometimes, he wondered how the Kawaru viewed him -- half illiterate but chosen as the stretched out helping hand to a faction that valued knowledge, more experienced in crop growth and medicine than any sort of political maneuvering. Even so, he felt more at home here than perhaps he had ever felt back home in Sedo, able to use his gifts to help create an entirely new sort of treaty, to provide for both factions in a time when lack of resources had driven them to make desperate decisions. When not forging connections with the Arisen, or helping those out in the fields of Vasall, he had been spending his time either in Sterling to help mend the broken Guardian, or out repairing the ancient greenhouse so that it would be ready to once more house the gift of life within itself.
It felt good to be so hoofs-on, to use his teke and his blessing to help repair and create new hope for the faction he had been assigned to. Even his previous fear of the tunnels had begun to melt away, turning into a feeling of being embraced by the natural earth beneath his hooves, and he’d found himself building a small, personal shrine to the earth mother within one of the remaining tunnels of Vasall so that he could thank her properly for the blessing she had given him.
Now, as he stands and faces the kirin he’s found himself becoming closer to, he’s thankful for the steady earth beneath his hooves even when his knees feel like they might give out. “I haven’t danced in a long time, either, so I guess we make a good pair.” His voice is soft, and there’s the smallest of nervous smiles on his lips. Dancing had been something he’d enjoyed as a child, before the fire -- after, he’d found that dancing for too long would quickly become painful with the healing wounds, and even as the scars had closed and faded he had already learned to avoid the activity.
Now, though -- with the soft swell of music behind him, and the bright horizon of a new year before him, he thinks even a small amount of pain will be worth it to dance and celebrate all that they had accomplished in the past few months. Conner agreeing to dance, however, was enough to bolster his mood even despite his nerves, the shy smile turning into a cheerful grin as he extended one hoof in the direction of the mostly empty courtyard.
“After you, then.”
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