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Post by buffyandbramble on Apr 3, 2019 11:36:10 GMT -6
Set not long after the events of chapter 7.
Acorro had known that a continuous state of hyper-awareness for potential threats would take its toll, but he had never expected that stopping would be the most exhaustive part of it. After the gruelling time with the councillors and warders in the Valley of Melodies he’d been swapped out, and it wasn’t a decision he was about to contest. As rewarding as it had been to be part of the team ensuring the safety of key council members, and as beneficial as it was to be able to draw on the expertise of experienced warders, a post beside a politician wasn’t really his scene. He was anxious to track down his family if he could, though really it was foolish to think he could trace them in the vast wilderness that was the Ziuseset. And before he did anything, he needed to sleep, because by Alya was he tired. He didn’t quite get how he was more tired after taking a short break, but he supposed he hadn’t really had time to think about it. Now that he did it was easier to take stock of the weariness plaguing him.
At least it was mental exhaustion as opposed to physical exhaustion he thought as he trotted easily through the Oasis. It made sense to recuperate within the safety of its walls now that it was possible to get in and out - it had been a discovery he'd been happy to stumble across, not just for the respite it offered but the chance to catch up with familiar faces that he hadn't seen in months. Not everyone he knew had stayed outside.
Slightly behind him and just in the corner of his peripheral vision he could see Lailah. He was still getting used to her being around in in his field of view, or around in general, and she was clearly still getting used to him. Even so, it was pretty clear that she wasn't loving being in an enclosed space with so many strange horses and every so often she'd flinch closer, which he was taking as a sort of positive sign - at least she was flinching towards him, which meant she trusted him at least a little bit, right?It was going to take a while for them to fully understand each other, but he already appreciated her company. Hopefully she’d come to appreciate his company in her own time, when he’d built up her trust in him.
His thoughts turned to his family and friends as the passed by various groups of horses - for all this place was a safe haven, he was sort of glad he'd not been inside it when it was sealed, it would have driven him crazy. It also made him worry about his family again, knowing that they weren't protected by until recently impenetrable walls. He was pretty sure they were fine, they were smart and knew the lands well after all, but it was the problem with having time to think again – you could start imagining all sorts of situations that were just plausible enough that you could start to worry over them.
He was greeted by a fellow skirmisher on he hadn't seen for some time, a reunion that swiftly became a friendly tussle and that was just as swiftly adjourned when it sent Lailah skittering away in fear. After some gentle coaxing and reassurances she returned to Acorro’s side, though her tail remained between her legs and she clung so closely to him this time that he had to make a decided effort not to step on her.
Spying what look liked a familiar coat and ribbons, he bid the skirmisher goodbye and trotted on, hopeful that who he could see was who he thought it was. It was.
“Danaë!” he called out, breaking into an excited canter to reach her. “It’s good to see you again, how’ve you been?”
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Post by Luneby on Apr 3, 2019 15:45:34 GMT -6
It had taken Danaë some time to adjust as she got dragged in those violent winds of change that had rattled the entire herd.
She had lost everything in Osulas and had to start anew. She couldn’t craft anymore and had to find ways to make herself useful. It had been frustrating living piled with the other horses in such a tiny place, but at least they were together. Except for those who had remained outside.
Not knowing how long this would last was terrifying. Never having news from the loved ones fighting in the burning sands had left her frustrated and concerned. There was nothing she could do about it and had never felt so helpless.
But at least, Vesta, Lucie and herself were safe. Nothing could happen to any of them inside of the Oasis, for now at the very least. This enchanting place had given her the chance to connect back with her daughter and to give her the best thing a mother could give her child in times of war : to remain a child. Lucie knew few about what was going on outside and was living out her days peacefully, paddling around in the fresh water, exploring and remaining perfectly healthy, even with all the rumbling that had been going on around her. She woke up to the soft sound of winds chiming in the valley, to a spectacular display of the morning sun on the red and golden stone and lived surrounded by luxurious vegetation and vivid animals: the filly had everything a child could dream of at such a young age. It was all that mattered to Danaë, who cooed over her child constantly and kept a careful eye on her – despite the safety the Oasis offered, everything could still happen, and she was in a state of permanent underlying fear.
Fear was a great fuel, however, to the fire that was burning in her when the war started. She had taken this new chance of living to build everything from nothing: her and her mother settled down in a tent, she built her own workshop the very dirt she roamed on so she would wield fire again. Materials were lacking, she melted all she could, improved her capacity in woodwork so she could come to the rescue of those who had been injured before arriving in the Valley of Melodies, and so she could create simple machines that would make this place more functional and the life overall easier despite being so numerous. She grew to enjoy the simple life and to find herself a new rhythm – although she knew it could break anytime.
The unexpected was quick to interrupt her shaky routine, and although it was usually worrying, that day brought a pleasant surprise. She had not heard him coming, as she was busy watching over Lucie who was splashing water around from the crook she was standing in. Her ear rose as a familiar voice reached her. Her face brightened up immediately – oh she’d recognize that voice anywhere. She immediately spun so she could see him – the roan stallion she had grown up with. She leaped towards him, bells at her ankles ringing merrily in her trail. She didn’t wait any further to nuzzle him joyfully, hell with the customs. It was her silent way of showing she had missed him and how glad she was to see him alive. She took a step back, starting the strange dance that was her language, bells ringing as she gestured.
“I’m good. Happy to see you whole.”
The words her body drew remained simple: so was the way of sign language, it had to be practical. Her face was much more revealing of her emotions, and she knew he could see it.
“Would have been a shame to have to make you a leg.” She adds with a silent laughter.
The filly soon noticed him and was trotting towards them, smiling and babbling as she reached for him. “Acorro! You’re back!” said the little girl, eyes sparkling up, before standing straight in front of him, waiting for a hug. As Danaë was watching the two horses reuniting with a fond smile, her eyes were soon attracted to the discrete silhouette of an animal lurking around them, visibly intimidated. “That’s new.” She thought, tilting her head to examine the creature. It appeared to be a painted wolf. Did Acorro get a familiar?
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Post by buffyandbramble on Apr 5, 2019 14:25:08 GMT -6
Bells, he'd almost forgotten the familiar tingle of her bells. It felt like it had been so long since he had last seen her, but then it had been months. He remembered watching her leave, anxious and torn about the whole thing, afraid of what might befall her and her family on the journey to the Oasis, but just as frightened of what might happen to them if they didn't find the promised sanctuary of its walls. To see the pair of them was a joy any day, but to see them alive and well given the circumstances in which they parted made it that much sweeter. He was relieved to see them safe, and ecstatic to see them again. He returned the offered nuzzles without hesitation; he was never shy with physical gestures to begin with, and his childhood (and adult) best friend was no exception to this.
"I'm glad you're both safe," he said, softer, before pulling back to let her speak. His smile was soft as he 'listened' to her speak and whilst his slightly lowered head and dusty coat might have given away his fatigue, his eyes were bright and focused on her. At her words he laughed, tilting his head and offering her a roguish grin. "I don't know, I hear you make excellent legs. Doesn't sound like the worst thing to me."
His attention was momentarily diverted by the little filly trotting over. "Hey Lucie," he greeted warmly, affection for her strong in his tone as he pulled her in for a bear hug. "Gosh you're growing up so fast," he commented when he let her go again. "Have you been looking after your mum for me whilst I've been away?" he asked, gently bumping his nose to her shoulder fondly, before lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper but that wasn't really all that much quieter. "Has she been getting into trouble without me?"
He glanced back to Danaë before noting that her attention wasn't quite on them, and quickly looked to follow her gaze. It took him a moment to spy what she was looking at, what with Lailah pinning herself to the ground in an apparent effort to go unnoticed and he grimaced guiltily, having momentarily forgotten the painted wolf. He was asking a lot of her, to be surrounded by this many strangers and with a quick apologetic look to Danaë to excuse himself, he trotted over to her. He nosed her side gently in an attempt to encourage her to stand and go say hello, but she whimpered and flattened herself to the ground even more. He didn't need to be able to speak to familiars to know that she had no intention of going nearer. He huffed softly, sadly before nosing her ear reassuringly. Really it was a testimony to her in itself that she hadn't bolted. She'd relax in her own time but he wasn't going to push her, it wouldn't be fair to.
He stepped away from her to rejoin Danaë and Lucie, glancing over his shoulder at Lailah once more. If he could show her how at ease he was with them, maybe she'd come to realise they were friends of hers too, or so was his logic. "Sorry, she's... a little nervous." The understatement of the year. "We're still getting to know each other. Just give her some time and some space, she'll come around... So, how have you both been?"
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Post by Luneby on Apr 7, 2019 12:06:06 GMT -6
Danaë couldn’t help but laughing in silence – bells at her feet giggling in her place- watching the two horses interact, and from her friend’s flattery. She had missed him a lot, of this she was certain. Her life did seem much duller without the red horse there to keep her company.
Being reminded of his voice brought some warmth into her chest.
The little filly took the question very seriously, as she nodded firmly. “I did! Nothing happened to her – not on my watch!”. She beamed proudly as she said those words, head rose high in an attempt to look a little taller. “I did grow – I think, did I, Mommy?” she asks, looking over to Danaë. The mare nodded in response. “A lot.” her body said as she reared a little.
It was clear the stallion had remarked her interest in the scared animal, as he left to care after it the minute he noticed. Both mares watched the scene curiously, observing the creature in silence. Lucie had never seen such an intriguing pattern – With a few gestures, her mother explained the creature was a spotted wolf -her hooves drilling the sand to convey the word "spots"-, and that a lot of those could be found in the desert, outside the oasis. Lucie nodded and answered that it looked pretty – but were they friendly? As an answer, her mother explained that Familiars mostly were- but that this one looked afraid. Their silent conversation about the wolf went on until Acorro returned. “We’ve been good, rebuilding our life from nothing went well given the situation. Mom has a lot of work, but she’s ok too.” Vesta had been quite busy indeed and, as a senior Savior, had been acting mostly as a midwife- she was skilled in the matter. Her Fire Blessing had revealed itself more useful than ever in the Oasis and she was on high demand for the most gruesome of wounds.
She marked a pause, laying her colourful eyes on her friend, taking a moment to analyse him. His coat was covered in a layer of dust, sweat stains were visible and his legs looked like they were about to give up – his whole posture revealed how exhausted he must have been. Worry soon tainted the palomino’s face as she answered, bells ringing instead of her voice.
“How about you? Did you get injured? You look exhausted, do you want to get some rest in the hut? Mom could give you a check-up.” She adds, expressive features speaking instead of words, as her head pointed towards the little habitation that could be seen just above the stream.
Lucie was not listening – as the child she was, all her attention was focused on that new and intriguing thing that was the painted wolf.
“Is it a he or a she? What’s their name?” she asks thoughtfully, watching for the creature’s next move.
Danaë laughed in response, waving a leg to attract her daughter’s attention as the bells rang. As Lucie turned her head towards her, she signed: “Acorro is tired, this can wait.”
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Post by buffyandbramble on Apr 13, 2019 12:59:43 GMT -6
"Atta girl," Acorro said with a ruffle of the filly's mane when Lucie confirmed that nothing had happened on her watch, that she'd looked out for her mother. "It's good to see that at least one of you is responsible," he added with humour and a wink in Danaë's direction. He was hardly one to talk about 'responsibility' of course, but wasn't that the fun of it all? He was pleased as well, to see the little filly so at ease and happy with her life. He couldn't begin how relieved he was to find her smiling in the midst of a war, safely and blissfully ignorant from the dangers that lurked outside the closed walls of the Oasis. He sombred momentarily when he thought of what was out there, and the threats posed to Lucie, and to Danaë. He knew first hand that the dangers out there were very much real, but thinking of them with the context of those he knew and cared about, they somehow seemed even more real. He didn't know how a real thing could suddenly become more real, but apparently it could.
"Well, being busy isn't really a bad thing," he mused, before his thoughts caught up with his mouth. Vesta was a savior, her work was healing people, and suddenly he realised his faux pas. His head jerked back with a guilty start as he scrambled for the words to right that unfortunate sentence. "I mean, not that lots of people needing healing is a good thing, that's a bad thing. Very bad, don't want people needing healing, the less busy your mother is the better. So long as that means that no one needs healing, as opposed to no one is going to her for healing, because that's bad too and.... and you know what I mean..." he tailed off. He hoped they knew what he meant, he wasn't entirely sure that he did at this point.
"I'm fiiiine," he assured her with a dismissive wave of his hoof when Danaë enquired after his own health, before yawning widely. "Just tired," he amended. "Haven't really been able to stop, I don't need to pester your mother." He had an aversion to health checkups anyway, ever since he'd been a foal he'd try to avoid going to a healer for help unless it was very obvious and he was dragged there. Fear of the impending lecture for doing something he shouldn't have was the most likely cause, and besides, he didn't want to trouble a healer. He could walk most things off. "Rest sounds good though," he admitted after a moment, yawning once more as if in acknowledgement of that admission.
He glanced over his shoulder to where Lucie was seemingly enthralled by Lailah, who in turn didn't seem to be love being the focus of an inquisitive youngster. A slight tremble ran through the painted wolf's frame before in a flash she bolted and dove to hide underneath Acorro, right between his front feet. He chuckled tiredly, dropping his head to nose to top of hers. "That's Lucie," he explained softly to her. "She's tiny and couldn't hurt you even if she wanted to. Now you can't stay down there, we both know I'll step on you by accident." He turned back to look at the little unicorn. "Her name is Lailah, I found her outside the Oasis. I think some horses were nasty to her in the past so she's a little scared right now, but she'll be alright when she realises you're a friend."
"I'm glad to hear you're all doing well," he said, turning back to Danaë and waiting for her to lead the way. "I'm glad this place exists, thank Alya. You've managed being cooped up in here alright?"
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Post by Luneby on Apr 22, 2019 4:14:51 GMT -6
  
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Acorro thankfully didn’t look like he was in too bad shape aside from the exhaustion, so Danaë let go of the subject. She instead watched the female wolf, an appreciative look on her face. “She’s beautiful” she said with a single wave of her neck. “This way,” she said she gently bumped her friend towards the direction, taking the lead as bells rang on her trail. Lucie, firmly resolved to befriend Lailah, decided it would be better if she left her alone. She did too prefer to be left alone sometimes; she knew what it was like to fear others. She was sad however knowing that equines would hurt an animal. She liked animals; they were cute, who would be mean enough to do such a thing? She, therefore, scampered off by Acorro’s side, leaping eagerly to catch up with the adults.
Danaë carefully walked by Acorro’s side, in a distance just large enough so he could see her whole frame – as she needed to be seen to be understood. There was no point lying to his inquiries; he’d find out sooner or later.
“The journey was difficult.” Said a few rocky gestures.
“Lucie caught a fever on the road. I feared she wouldn’t make it there alive.” She looked over to the filly now happily bouncing around them, a certain tinge of worry still visible in her colorful irises.
“She’s alright now. Mom saved her.” She adds with a pale smile. “Since then we’ve been good. This place is a blessing.”
On this lighter note, her head rose towards the sun as she inhaled the fragrant wind deeply of the Oasis. This place truly was magical – never had she seen so much life striving all around, the wins chiming through the cliffs were always enchanting and birds lulled softly inside her ears always. They never lacked water or resources, and Alya was shielding them from the outside world. So much so that she could almost forget the war raging outside.
It made it difficult to consider this place home, despite the little hut with white sheets flowing in the wind waiting for them up the hill they were climbing.
“How about you? What were things like out there?”
Acorro did look roughed up. She hoped nothing too bad happened while they were separated – but war was war. Being a Skirmisher meant he would be faced with atrocities- if he didn’t already.
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Post by buffyandbramble on May 6, 2019 16:04:01 GMT -6
'Talking' through sign language whilst walking was an acquired skill for sure, and one he himself had never managed to perfect. He could walk. He could talk in sign language. He could not do both simultaneously, and he had long since given up trying. He would leave the mastery of that skill to his best friend. At the mention of Lucie's fever he glanced back at the little filly, clearly happy and in good health, but a look of dread still crossed his features at the thought of what might have been. He couldn't bear to think of the chasm that her loss would leave in so many lives. Thank Alya for Vesta, a literal life-saver. He couldn't imagine how awful that must have been for Danaë to go through; a sick child and being powerless to do anything about it. He picked up his pace momentarily to draw alongside the golden-coated mare, pressing his head gently against her neck in a wordless gesture of support and in place of a hug - hugs and walking were an even worse mix than walking and sign language. At least Lucie was well now, and they were both safe he thought as he dropped back a few steps again in order to still be able to see his friend's signs.
At her question about the outside, he flicked his ears back in concern whilst he considered just how to put it. "It's.... not good," he said after a moment. There wasn't a lot of point in sugar coating it. "There's Aodhian forces all over, but it's difficult to gauge their numbers sometimes, or how well they're managing. Either way they're well equipped and no slouches in battle," he added with a grimace. He didn't like admitting it, not in the slightest, but the few direct run-ins he'd had with the enemy forces had shown that they weren't just spoiled, stuck-up pushovers. There had probably been a few instances where luck had played as much part as skill when it came to emerging victorious, but he tried not to dwell on those times. He wasn't sure how they were supposed to beat them in their current state of affairs, but he tried not to dwell on that too. AFter all, he was only a skirmisher, not some great battle tactician - there was bound to be someone far smarter than him with a master plan to lead them to victory...
As they arrived at the little patch of home, he wasted no time in trying to dodge the conversation by throwing his weapons and pack to one side and himself on the floor with a deeply contented sigh, sprawling as much as he could. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer his friend's queries in detail, but... actually, he didn't. The war was a depressing topic and he had no rays of sunshine to cheer it up any, so he'd much rather avoid such a conversation if he could help it.
He pulled himself up so that he was lying sternal instead of flatout, snorting softly in amusement as Lailah slunk around to lie behind him, peeking over his back on occasion to check on where the others were.
"So, how about you?" he asked, looking to Danaë. "Are you keeping busy? Fancy a challenge?" he asked after a moment when he remembered something he'd been planning on asking her the next time he saw her.
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Post by Luneby on May 26, 2019 16:25:19 GMT -6
There was not much that could keep the mute mare quiet. Listening to her friend’s weary voice telling bits and pieces of a war’s horror could. Her smile had faded away, leaving concern in its place as Acorro fell on her home’s floor, that body she once knew sparkling with everlasting energy now lifeless next to her, despite his attempt to keep some composure. Danaë had gently nudged Lucie away to play with Charlie outside, knowing Vesta was around and would soon enough meet them. Trying to be the best hostess she could be to her exhausted friend, she flew a bowl of water by his side as well as a few fruits she had picked in the morning. She sat in front of him, not asking a single additional question, calculating eyes now simply checking over his physical state. She was not one to be empathetic, and she was not someone who could imagine that kind of horror. But above her own incapacities was her knowledge of a person she now found deeply transformed. She didn’t notice at first, when she saw him smiling as he always did. But now, as he rested and as he spoke? He was not the same. She shivered at this thought.
And the reason why he was in such a state was because of the war against Aodhians, the herd that mastered fire like no other. She looked away, only reacting as he spoke.
Her ear twitched at those words. A challenge? She could not speak much as she lied with her limbs bound to the ground, but the spark in her eyes told about enough. The past months had been terribly frustrating as she was deprived of her purpose, barely able to help anyone let alone fix anything of any significance around the Oasis. Her boiling mind had been leashed for the greater good – but was only waiting for a spark to burn again. She nodded vigorously, rushing her friend to tell her more.
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Post by buffyandbramble on May 27, 2019 13:09:23 GMT -6
There was a sense of peace and serenity as he lay down safe within the walls of the Oasis and in the company of his closest friend, and he realised that he'd almost forgotten what such feelings were. Peace? Serenity? During a war? It was such a mundane thing and yet it was strangely cathartic, and for a moment he could pretend that this was things had always been, two friends simply enjoying each others company whilst surrounded by Sedo's unique beauty and with no threat of a northern power hanging over their heads. He could pretend that he'd simply returned from another day's patrol and not weeks of being hunted through the ziuseset.
Unfortunately it wasn't a delusion that he could hold onto for long. It was too recent for him to be able to ignore and now that he'd stopped, the bone-weary ache of fatigue was getting harder and harder to ignore. More striking though was Danaë, and her reaction. Clearly he hadn't done a very good job of being reassuring but he'd never been an excellent liar to begin with, and it was ever harder to lie to your best friend. She knew him too well. He nodded in silent thanks at the water and fruit she offered. Part of him wanted to say something, anything, to try and lighten the mood but nothing came to mind. It was not a mood that could be lightened, and so he just accepted her hospitality graciously and silently. There was no lying about the state of things, to himself or to her.
Changing the topic was certainly the best course of action, and even the blind would have been able to pick up on Danaë's obvious interest. He chuckled, throwing his head back a little to offer a roguish grin. "Well, only if you're absolutely sure you're interested," he teased. "And that you're up for it of course." Because the best way to ask for a favour was to wind someone up.
"I'm thinking of getting a new weapon," he explained, taking it seriously again. "Something with a longer reach than my sword, maybe a glaive of sorts. Do you think you're up for it?"
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Post by Luneby on May 31, 2019 3:05:53 GMT -6
Acorro was asking for a weapon. It was to be expected from a Skirmisher, really. As she learnt the art of forging under her father, she was never expecting to ever create a weapon. Her father was a pacifist at heart: his creations were meant to be helpful in everyday life, and Danaë’s own also strived to be helpful and to give back what life had taken away. A few years ago, she would have refused such an offer, on one hand because of her beliefs and on another because a weapon was not interesting enough in her opinion to infuse her creative mastermind into it.
She was not her father though, and war had struck since then. Despite, it was Acorro asking, and she would not refuse anything from him. She had thought a few times about making weapons during her time in the Oasis but did not have enough resources to make a noticeable amount of them, so she gave up on the idea to focus on strictly medical productions. She could probably however gather enough material to create a single weapon. She nodded firmly as Acorro spoke, already wandering around the tent thoughtfully, thinking about what such a weapon could be, how to make it light and easy to handle, manoeuvrable yet efficient and ever so sharp. Maybe a glaive indeed, or a longsword, double swords, a spear… So many options and so many details to think about. It seemed that she had underestimated weaponry when she was younger: it would be a challenging task indeed.
“What would you say is your fighting style and in what situations would you need a weapon with a longer reach?” she inquires immediately, not willing to waste any time.
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Post by buffyandbramble on Jun 1, 2019 15:43:26 GMT -6
He wasn't sure if it was much of an ask - he had no idea how any of this crafting stuff worked. In his head, if you could create one thing out of metal then you could create another, and he was pretty sure that a pointy sharp thing was easier than a prosthetic limb. It was a pointy sharp thing, how complicated could one of those be? It was sharp. And pointy. He did need to branch out when it came to weaponry, a short sword and shield weren't always going to be enough on their own. He trusted Danaë's craftsmanship completely, and there was something... sentimental, about carrying something she had made with him everywhere. It just seemed like a sweet concept.
It had certainly caught her interest at least. He cocked his head at her question, thinking on it. It was probably something he should have thought of before. He hadn't really thought past the whole 'could you make a weapon' thing, he hadn't really considered that there would need to be some kind of specifics.
"Errr, underdeveloped?" he answered truthfully. He didn't really have much of a fighting style with a longer weapon. He was roughly familiar with them, but he'd never used one in great enough frequency to pick up much more than the very basics. The closest he got at the moment was holding his sword further away from him, which didn't really count. "I'm more likely to use it against an enemy with a long weapon, I think. I'm at a disadvantage when they've got something with greater reach than me. Against airborne opponents too, I need something against them. Something with a hook might be useful," he said, thinking out loud more than anything. Catching a pegasus' wing or fouling their flight with a hooked weapon could be handy, something to try and prevent further aerial attacks.
He rested his head on his knees as he watched her pacing, still thinking himself. "I don't think a spear would suit," he mused. They were pointy sticks, you could poke people with them, and maybe club them over the head with the wooden bit, but that was about it in his opinion. He was sure that they had their advantages but.... they just didn't seem like they'd suit his style. "I'm used to a blade, so something with an edge I guess?"
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Post by Luneby on Jun 18, 2019 5:56:00 GMT -6
She nodded at his every word, taking notes carefully on the pad now floating by her side, gleaming inside her golden teke. She was already picturing several shapes of blades within her mind, turning them around, bending them to what would be the lightest and most aerodynamical. Oh, she'd have a grand time doing that. It had been so long since she had any kind of fun with her creations. Despite, Acorro's safety came first.
"Noted, I will see what I can do, rest assured I will not let you down. But for now, get some rest, you sure need it." She signs as she lays down by his side once again. One of her ears was turned towards the tent's entrance, carefully listening to Lucie's voice as she was playing nearby, soon recognizing the tranquil pace of her mother's walk as well. Soon they'd all be reunited, she thought. How excited would Vesta be to see the stallion she called "her boy" again after worrying sick about him for months! She smiled as she closed her eyes, now resting confidently, knowing none of her loved ones was in danger for now. With Acorro around, this place felt a little more like home.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jun 19, 2019 10:35:17 GMT -6
Hello Starborns! Your thread rewards are:
buffyandbramble: 19 AP, 1CS Lebazardesmondes: 19 AP, 1CS
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