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Post by Dream-Lark on May 19, 2018 18:07:18 GMT -6
Setting:
Following shortly after Chapter 5
Within the Gardens of Inaria the Sage is holding a gathering to listen to any concerns of the people about recent events. All are free to air their opinions.
The Sage's sides rose and fell gently with a sigh that was hidden to all but those standing beside him, aqua gaze casting out over the equines already assembled upon the lawn and those still tricking through the Gardens, clearly eager to be present and hear what was to be said. It wasn't often officials held such an event, but with everything that had been going on, Rycaron had felt it important to hep the Talorians feel more secure, and to help the general sense of morale within the herd. And so, he stood within the wooden arms of a great gazebo, the raised floor just high enough that he was visible to all in attendance, but also kept at a personal level. Nearby within the structure stood the young philosopher who was also notetaker--Chromie, that was her name. The hippcampus shifted his official cloak, feeling warm but glad that he was at least in the shade. His mind was churning with thoughts, though his heart still felt quite numb, his facial features schooled into a polite, amiable diplomate's mask, easily hiding away all the emotions that ricocheted inside. There had been rumors and reports of kirins surfacing within Aquore, and whie he had heard the same being said within Sedo, he had yet to lay his eyes upon one of Ignacio's creations. Yet he knew one such creature had been earned the rank Philosopher within their own herd, something he could hardly believe, but knew could not be a lie. It was but one of the things that he wanted to touch on today, as Cascade's edicts rang through his mind once again. Solemn but silent, he continued to wait as the throng of equines entering the garden began to slow. Soon, they would began, and he woudn't be surprised if one of the milling horses below started out with questions before he could. Tensions still seemed to be high in the aftermath of the attacks, the appointment of Empress Thalassa, and alliance with the Seroran Herd. WC 338 | Post 1 |
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Post by houndflash on May 19, 2018 19:00:54 GMT -6
Krein|Pholosopher|Talori Krein sighed as he made his way to the outdoor area where some horse, the kirin believed Cinnamon called him Rycaron the Sage, was holding an assembly of some sort discussing recent events that had befallen the Talori, or something of the sort. Generally this kind of thing wasn’t his cup of tea, he’d much rather be studying in the library (now that he could read some of the more interesting texts), but he did see the advantage of knowing what happenings were being discussed. If nothing else, he would be able to learn more about some of the cultures that he had never been given any real context for. Such as why Thalassla becoming empresses was such a great deal. Sure none of the texts had ever mentioned a female leader of the Talori before, but the reasoning was never placed in them. Hopefully by interacting with the others of his new herd home, he could get those answers. (And perhaps, one day, someone could explain his sudden appearance and why there were no others of his kind around, but he wasn’t going to hold his breath.) All that aside, Krein was now here, a small notebook and pen at the ready to write down his own observations from this event. The blue and green scaled kirin glances around the crowd that had already gathered, hoping to find anyone he had already been in contact with to help ease his frazzled nerves. There were too many others, and not enough Kirins for Krein to feel remotely comfortable. Word Count 461 |
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Post by ebbarie on May 19, 2018 23:15:37 GMT -6
Naasir | Guard Commander | Harbinger
Had to lose my way
To know which road to take
Trouble found me
All I look forward
Washed away by a wave
Naasir watched. His gaze went over the growing crowd without a moment of negligence. With a small movement of his head, he gave the order to his Guardians to snap to attention. The majority of them were in the crowd, two more on each side of the gazebo, and he himself and another one of his Guards right behind the philosopher and the Sage.
He'd rather have to many Guardians stationed here right now, that would probably have a more uneventful workday, than having one to less in the case of a fight. After all Aquore had been through in the last months, he wouldn't take the risk.
For years he had been Rycarons shadow, and although it wasn't specifically his task to protect the sage anymore, since his promotion, he still liked to slip back into his old role as his personal security guard. For the safest hooves were still his own. At least in his opinion.
Opinions, yes that was what this day was for. Rycaron knew his judgement of the current situation, and he knew his. Now it was time to hear what the citizens of Inaria had to say about it. The expression of his blue eyes became a little colder as he thought about it. Most of them had been annoyingly fast in abandoning their old way of life. The right way.
Naasir shifted his weight, straightened his back and held his head high. They would recollect on their roots, sooner or later. That, he was certain of.
Suddenly, a strange figure among the crowed, attracted his attention. The coat of the stranger shined in the same warm colors as his own fur, even the scales on the equines back seemed similar to the Guard Commanders fins, but it was all to visible that this scales were no gift of Cascade. With it's head, also the filigree antlers on it's head moved.
"Sage, look. One of Ignacio's brood is among us" he snorted with obvious displease in his voice, but silently enough that only the horses on the gazebo would hear it.
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Post by foalish on May 20, 2018 1:22:22 GMT -6
F A R I S
Talori | Conparis
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When word spread from the Sage, of a gathering for whoever wanted to join and talk about current events and concerns of the people, Faris almost swore his heart had soared at the news. There was no chance in Alya’s grasp where he’d pass out on listening to words spread from the horses mouth, literally.
As of now, in his short time in Talori, as the Conparis, most of his time was spent getting to know the land, before the people. Learning customs and reading up on history given the chance were his current past times. He hadn’t quite felt given the opportunity to step forward and actually spend time in the public eye, to get to know his new home properly. Not until now.
He remained near the Sage, keeping a watchful eye on Cassandra - the company he’d brought along with him; but his eyes didn’t cease to wander. He could recognize a face or two from around the palace, but none more than perhaps a few that he could name.
It was a horse he couldn’t name who spoke first, nearby in a voice only audible to a select few; Faris, admittedly couldn’t stop the light sigh that escaped him at the exclamation, something just loud enough for someone next to him to hear. Admittedly, the news of the Kirin reappearing into thin air had made him swell with discomfort at the thought; a species tainted by a bad name. But one couldn’t do harm, and the displeasure in the voice was more unsettling than the Kirin to the Seroran.
Aside from the initial reaction, Faris had little reaction to the rest, a keen eye now watching the Sage, waiting for any possible further discourse or reactions around him. His personal feeling aside, Faris was a learner, someone who would pass up whatever he was feeling, to understand those around him.
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Post by FaunaFawn on May 20, 2018 9:39:02 GMT -6
 Corrine
Grand Cleric Im a series of small victories and large defeats
and I am as amazed as any other
that I have gotten from there to hereWord had spread about the Sage holding a gathering to listen to the people talk, to spend a moment to try and aid those in need. A well needed gesture after all that has happened to them. Corrine found herself moving into the gardens with her cart, something now more suited for her and she held herself well within it. No longer feeling shamed for not being in what her sense was of being complete.
Blues eyes looked at those that have begun to gather, and she held her breath faintly as she spotted the Kirin. It was hard not to stare, but she found herself switching into her cleric role. Not to stare not to let emotions slip on her face, the last thing the Kirin needed to was to feel a threat from any of them. Still it could be hard to overlook the meaning they carry.
Still Corrine found herself a good place to relac back into her mobility cart and to listen to the words of others. In hopes perhaps if the Sage and others could not help, she could do something. Listen, offer a shoulder anything if need be. It was why she came after all. To see what more she could do, to hear the pleas of their people. No longer would she turn her cheek towards them, now was a time for them all to heal. Corrine glanced towards the Sage and his companions offering a light smile and dip of her head in respect to them all.
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Post by Idiosyncrasea on May 20, 2018 16:21:23 GMT -6
Randall had overheard some of the inn guests and a few of the inn's staff talking about how the Sage was having a gathering to listen to people's concerns about recent events. He wasn't sure if he'd pipe up about any of his own opinions or not; he wasn't unsure if he could keep himself from getting too rude if he let himself speak up... And although he did sometimes hear guests and coworkers in the inn talk about their opinions on these things, he was still curious to hear more about it, especially while he could just stand and focus on listening, rather than having to focus mainly on work. Plus, this gave him an excuse to take a break from his work for awhile... But, of course, he asked the innkeeper's permission first, and she gave him a list of things to do before she'd allow him to go. He finished his duties as quick as he could, while still trying to do a decent job, then galloped to Inaria's gardens.
He managed to keep galloping until he was just a few miles away; then exhaustion slowed him to a walk, and then he kept gasping for breath and aching the rest of the way there. Luckily, it looked like the gathering was only just starting, so he probably hadn't missed much yet. Stopping near the outskirts of the crowd, he stared at the Sage for a moment, while trying to avoid eye contact, and then he looked around at the others who'd come here. After a minute, he noticed a very strange looking horse... After a moment of staring, he realized this was actually a kirin. He'd never seen a kirin before, but he'd heard a little about them. Immediately growing nervous, a gasp escaped him, his jaw dropped, and he stared with wide eyes and a slight gape for several more seconds... before realizing he could seem rude for staring so long at this one horse, kirin or not... He bowed his head and tried to just stare at the ground for awhile, while continuing to listen, trying hard to avoid staring more at the kirin, or at anyone else. At least, for now.
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Post by posy-punch on May 22, 2018 13:24:21 GMT -6
THALASSA
"I SLIP THROUGH FINGERS, BUT WILL HOLD UP A SHIP."
Perhaps they were her people, and perhaps she had known them once, but in the flurry of events following her ascent to power and the resulting tsunami of political and social deliberations, she had lost touch with even those she had once stood beside as refugees in the Temple of Time. Even now, she felt an odd sense of detachment, making her way to the gazebo and taking her place, a quiet mediator, curious of the sage's intent and of the discussion bound to take place.
Faris, she noticed was already standing near the Sage, and she watched as his ears flicked towards the bodyguard. Without skipping a beat she responded, her voice relaxed and dismissive, "The kirin took refuge with the foals and other refugees; he is little harm." She cocked her head and surveyed who had arrived at the small gathering so far. She was not the focus after all, would remain quietly in the background, hardly visible from most of the crowd from where she stood underneath the canopy.
Then, "Faris?" She beckoned quietly. Even lower she continued, "What do you think of them? Talorians, that is." Her eyes scanned those in the gazebo with them, those in the crowd. "To think some of them would wish I never be on the throne; some even must resent the alliance we've formed with you people, no?" She paused,
"We do not take well to what is unfamiliar, I don't think."
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Post by foalish on May 22, 2018 18:00:56 GMT -6
F A R I S
Talori | Conparis
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Faris watched as Thalassa approached the canopy, himself looking unphased by her approach and taking place next to him. If anything, he looked slightly pleased and just the bit more comfortable by her presence. They were far from close, but he could not help but respect an empress - leader, who took time to listen to her people. To see a few high ranks coming to listen gave him some reassurance.
He glanced away from her as she spoke on behalf of the Kirin, a gaze trying to capture reactions of the crowd around him. Studying, discreetly. But he didn’t look for long, attention shifting as Thalassa called his name. Naturally, her beckoning caught his full attention, the crowd and the happenings drifting away to the back of his mind the moment she continued to speak. His reaction, to her hushed question meant only for him, was to remain silent for a moment. He then took a second to look over the near forgotten crowd, looking around once again, then back at her.
Faris seemed to lean in before he spoke, his words chosen carefully. “My honest opinion?” he paused. His words were meant for her and only her, his tone hushed. He wasn’t one to speak his mind straight away, least not his whole views, be it another one asking. But she was his Empress and he naturally felt drawn to be more upfront, be it phrased perhaps more carefully. “Talori is rich in culture, and I think some of them are so focused on it that it’s hard to accept change for them.” He paused again, his gaze didn’t wander this time. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing, but I wouldn’t be surprised if some, even in this crowd, feel like you’ll need to prove yourself to earn their favour.” He drifted off for a moment, debating the other half of the question. Talori was very secretive, both in a governmental front and personal. Serora was as open as the desert it was; they were also the children of Alya with some customs illegal in Talori. It didn’t take much thought to continue. “As for Serora, I think that will come even longer to accept. There’s many differences in our herds, and I’m not sure many would be welcome to all our ways, here.” He had a lot more thought, but he didn’t speak a word more of them. Instead, Faris then looked over at Thalassa, a keen eye as he studied her and her reaction.
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Post by houndflash on May 23, 2018 12:00:50 GMT -6
Krein|Philosopher|Talori
Krein felt the gazes of the other equines on his scales, practically everyone here had either glanced at him in distrust, or some strange fascination at this point. Not that he was any stranger to this treatment, it's been the way that he had been looked at period, at least it didn't seem to be the universal disgust or fear that he had seen some of the hippocampus' give the pegasi. And Belle said Krein was bad at treating others that looked different with respect, at least Krein was starting to use their given names instead of just calling them by their species names all the time.
Even those that were gathered in the front in the gazebo were immune to this, as he caught the hippocampus standing behind the Sage (who Krein decided "Fin Guard Horse" was a decent enough name for his notes.) staring and then muttering to the Sage. He rolled his eyes as he saw Leader Cleric Fish, (or Thalassa, if he wanted to be respectful, though he wasn't feeling it at the moment) mutter back, probably in response to whatever Fin Guard Horse said, then turn to a blue pegasus that stood with them to speak. It was strange to see her again, since he hadn't seen the new Empress since they started planning with the others on taking back their home, though he didn't see her much in the first place. She had been busy with keeping their little group from running into the ground or being found out by that Flight group.
He shook his head as he turned to a blank page in his notebook. He wasn't here to think about those things, or about the stares that he had earned. The kirin was here to listen, learn, and observe, and that's what he planned to do.
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Post by TinyMinou on May 23, 2018 13:09:10 GMT -6
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ChromieTalori - Philosopher
There she was, a little pony in a big crowd of equines. It was a big day. The sage was holing a gathering for those who have any concerns about the most recent events. It has been heavy for the Talorians; the flight attack, the emperor dying and the appearance of the sea mother herself. It would be an understament to say it was heavy on the Talori herd, but they stood strong in the events what happened. She was proud of her herd. Chromie stood behind the sage as she was appointed as the notetaker. She was suprised when she received a letter from the sage himself asking if she could be the notetaker in the gathering. Of course Chromie coulnd't say no to this massive opportunity. She still is a young philosopher so of course she was nervous about it, but come on, it's just an opportunity you get once in your life. So, there she stood, behind the officials, taking notes while listening to the speech. While doing so, she glanced quickly on the crowd. She noticed a strange equine in the crowd; it was a kirin! She curiously kept looking at the kirin who was taking notes. She wasn't sure but believed she had seen him a times before. she heard the uneasy whisperers in the crowd, even from the guard commander Naasir. Yes, he is supposed to keep everyone safe but the kirin seems harmless. She didn't understand the fuss. Chromie knew what kirins did in the past, but it was clear this kirin didn't mean any harm. He was just listening to the speechlike the rest of the crowd. A small sigh escaped from her mouth, if only she could voice her opinion. Oh well, there are more important things to do right now, like taking notes!
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on May 23, 2018 14:45:26 GMT -6
Nefertiti
Talori | Cleric [Spiritual Guidance]
  
Post 1 | WC 264 Lurking in what she had deemed a nice place for her to make her stay, the Cleric had found a spot just far enough away from everything that she wouldn't be in anyone's path. It had been what she had preferred; just far enough to not be blocking but still close enough to listen. Not to mention still just within reach if anyone needed her assistance. To which she assumed there would be very few that would need her help in such a simple gathering. She would be a shelter for those her needed her. Or that is what she chose to remind herself as she let a rather calm and cool expression take over her normal 'resting' face, as her siblings liked to call it.
Nefertiti had no intentions of vocalizing any opinions today. Well, that was unless someone asked her thoughts, then perhaps she might give her thought process on the ordeal, and that was if she was feeling generous. But that was not what she had planned to do. Learning and wrapping her head around everything that had been happening in the nation she calls home had been her first priority. For now, though, she amused herself by scanning the crowd; taking in each face and locking it into memory just in case they ever approached her in the near future. She felt her gaze linger longer on the Kirin than what she had hoped for. Tearing her gaze away from the equine, she lets a softer smile pull on her lips- just in case they had noticed her quizzical look.
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