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Post by Gaybies on Feb 13, 2018 12:06:01 GMT -6
Welcome Home
Two Amassadors meet once again in Skelder Town after a very long time to discuss all the goings on.
Mateo & Fiji
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Post by Gaybies on Feb 13, 2018 12:06:29 GMT -6
It was early evening and the winter sun was slowly making its descent towards the frozen horizon. Skelder Town was quiet, as most had retreated to the warmth of their stone homes or to one of the many cozy, well-lit taverns found along the market route. The Ambassador’s quarters was found in the central square, but it seemed these places were rarely used, often devoid of their occupants who lived among their host herds. Still, it was nice to have a place to call home when those far traveling Ambassadors returned.
It was there, inside the central square that Ambassador Mateo stood. She seemed preoccupied by her thoughts and was making an idle loop around the official Ambassador residences. Her coat was bare and mostly lacking a fuzzy winter coats so typically found on her fellow War-Forged, as she had spent many long months in the relative warmth of Aodh’s capital city of Valore. Her mane hung lose except for a slim, blue ribbon that was tied at its base. Around her shimmered the floating, translucent armor of Ignacio, sparkling in hues of amber and turquoise, but she seemed not to notice. Similarly, two creatures sat within range, a large eagle, dark and speckled with white, sat perched on a nearby ledge, keen eyes following the movements of his friend. The second creature was less tangible, floating in and out of existence, a dark mist that seemed to follow keenly at Mateo’s hooves, it was her Gytrash, the odd choice of familiar that she’d ended up with rather unfortunately.
Her mind was obviously elsewhere, dwelling on the events of the last few days. The Stone Circle had gathered to discuss the upcoming war and the continued threats from the Bloody Flanks, the strange event at Holmsa, though they discussion didn’t end in much. Due to this uncertainty, she had lingered, allowing her young son more time among the Forged while she continued to discuss the strange events with Evokar and some of the others. It sat heavy on her mind, given her rough history with the Flanks, and she truly wished for some decision before she returned to Valore, however unlikely that seemed. It was this persistence that had her out pacing the square, her mind whirling with all the events as they seemed to surge upon the Forged en masse. The eagle chirped, warning her of a new presence. Her bright, turquoise eyes shifted and refocused, drawn away from the troubles of her mind back to the here and now. The figure was both familiar and strange, one she had seen perhaps once or twice, but hadn’t seen in a long while… but they were different somehow. She held her tongue for now, not wanting to start the conversation on some social faux pas by commenting on the horn that seemed new… it had been so long, perhaps she’d simply forgotten he was a unicorn. Instead, Mateo simply offered him her usual warm smile.
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Post by ebbarie on Feb 14, 2018 1:07:51 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War-Forged| Ambassador
Little by little, one travels far.
The clatter of split hooves echoed through Skeldr Town as Fijalahr was on his way to his housing. The Town seemed quiet and almost lifeless. Only the lights that danced behind the windows told him that he wasn't alone.
After spending some days on Thea's orchard in silence, without many other horses thoughts to block out, or questions to answer, he had decided that the time had come to finally return to his home. Actually it was still strange to view the Ambassadors housings as a true home. He had been away longer than he had lived in that house before. However he was glad to have it. From letters he knew that his father had finally remarried and Fijalahr had no desire to see another mare taking his mothers place.
The stallion was glad about the warm cloak that the Valkyries had organized for him after the ship had landed at the port, yet he still would have preferred his fuzzy winter coat. Well, maybe next year. If he was still here by then.
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted from something that almost sounded like a hiss. It came from Morwen. The Pygmy Gryph appeared upset and even his eagle flew now closer to his master. The former Raider turned his attention to the horse that approached him. It was a familiar silhouette, though something was different.
Mateo, Ambassador to Eithne if he remembered correctly. The eagle that followed her was also familiar, just the thing he had thought to be a dog from the distance was new. When he came closer, he knowledge his mistake. The creature on the mare's side wasn't a dog, but a Gytrash. He had never seen one before. She had also changed. Mateo was surrounded by something that looked like an armor, but it seemed to float around her, and was translucent. Apparently strange things happend all over Hireath.
"Mateo! What a pleasure to meet you here. Long time no see" he greeted her and returned the warm smile. Morwen however didn't seemed all to pleased about the meeting. The Gryph had landed on the ground and was starring at the Gytrash with narrowed eyes and fur and feathers ruffled up.
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Post by Gaybies on Feb 15, 2018 10:04:53 GMT -6
The warm smile remained as she took in the sight of Ambassador Fijalahr, a simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar face. It had been a very long time since they had last spoken and something about him had certainly changed, though given her own changes she couldn’t be surprised. Time had a funny way of continuing on without you if you weren’t paying attention. Her eagle remained perched where he was as he held no fear of Fiji, though his keen eyes watched the gryph carefully as it seemed irritable at best. Her gytrash, Legion, appeared to fade in and out of tangibility, but the glowing red eyes stayed locked on the ruffled ball of feathers and fur, the slightest of warning growls rumbling from his throat. The other familiar had them on edge, but the calmness with with Mateo approached the other figure had them pause.
Drawn out of her thoughts, Mateo felt the cold all at once, the gentle caress of winter across her coat that brought with it the natural response of her flesh, slight shivers rolling across her frame, but she wouldn’t let it soar their meeting, envious of his cloak as she was. Her armor was beautiful, shining, but it provided no insolation from Onean winters and briefly she thought to set herself ablaze to cease the shivers. She cast a look at the rumbling Gytrash, trusting that he would behave.
“Ambassador Fijalahr, it is so nice to see you again. You’ve been gone for so long, I began to worry that you might’ve disappeared altogether.” She teased, only lightly, unaware of what might’ve kept him away for so long. She herself knew of the troubles in Eithne and in Onea, but knew little of the events further south. Her gaze shifted from the curled horns atop his head to the newly cloven hooves and at last the lion’s tail. The look fit him and it was for that reason that she questioned her own memory of him. He had once been a common horse like herself, hadn’t he? “Correct me if I’m wrong, and I apologize if I offend, but I seem to remember you looked a little different last time we met…” She tried to dance around the subject of his new horn, hooves, and tail, but was curious nonetheless. She wouldn’t be surprised should he change, there had been talk in Valore of horses being turned into Kirins, but she had yet to see any turned into Unicorns… still, if Ignacio could work such magic, it only made sense that Kaia could as well. As she stood, pondering the possibilities and implications of such changes, the shivers continued. The warm lights that from the Ambassador’s quarters that surrounded the square beckoned, though most were dark, a few waited patiently for their inhabitants. The square was empty and the warm lights within caught her attention, “What brings you out into the cold?”
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Post by ebbarie on Mar 1, 2018 1:10:08 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War-Forged| Ambassador
Little by little, one travels far.
With a slightly annoyed snort the stallion stretched out his Teke to give the still growling Gryphon a little nudge and send a mental order right after it, Behave.
"Excuse me Mateo, I...don't have her that long yet." he apologized by the fellow Ambassador and trembled a little when the next freezing cold gust of wind reached him, and he could see that she felt the same.
"I know...I myself doubted that I would see Onea again for some time. Your questions are all valid, and I will answer them as good as I can, I myself have some questions. However it might be better to continue the conversation inside? The climate in Eithne must be almost as bad as in Aquore, so your winter coat probably is as thin as mine" the stallion laughed and pointed with his nose at a place down the street. "I was just on my way home, it's only a few minutes away. It has been uninhabited for over a year now, but the Valkyries assured me that it was prepared for my arrival, so it should still be comfortable."
The thought about getting out of the cold soon was tempting, on the other hand however he was a little hesitant to return to this dwelling. It felt like another lifetime that he had been there last. Right now he could definitely need something that hadn't changed, something familiar.
"I'd like to avoid talking about anything political before we are inside, but I can answer your other question. You are neither wrong, nor am I offended. It's...just not that easy to talk about something that I don't understand myself yet. he explained and shook his mane, a nervous reaction. " It happend right when I left the ship that brought me home. To be honest it was a pretty frightening experience and I will need some time to get used to it..."
"But enough from me right now. How have you been? And what brings you outside on such a cold evening as this?" he asked with a friendly smile.
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