King Elk Forest and in the winter night sky ships are sailing
All Welcome  February 12, 2018, 05:42 PM
Anatha
Tindómë
Núro
        she poked her head into the den, ensuring the tiny pika remained inside. it had taken her a long while to build up the entrance to ensure that it would not escape, and longer still to hunt for a small pile of dry grasses to keep the tiny male (for she'd decided it to be a him) fed. tiny bits of dried vegetation were dried haphazardly across the creature's sides, for she'd found that the tiny rodent squirmed wildly when she tried to help it. 

         she pulled away, beginning a meandering path deeper into the territory, wondering at why she'd even bothered. perhaps it was the fact that caring for something else made her feel stronger, that something to concentrate on and worry for dashed away the darker thoughts. perhaps, she was just stupid.

take this soul
lay me at the bottom of the river
February 16, 2018, 02:49 PM
Delight
Tindómë
Morwinyon


with jomyo's trip underway, something in delight comes unstuck and settles comfortably in his chest. a sturdier establishment of his own leadership, maybe -- settling into the crown the prince has left for him, though on him it's less a crown so much as a cap. this metaphor is getting stupid, he thinks. 

anyway. anatha's scent catches his attention as he makes a sweep of the forest, and delight realises he's not checked on her in a little bit, distracted by burke's death and jomyo's trip. she seems to be doing okay from what he can tell, but she's also his friend and it couldn't hurt to check on her more personally. the morwinyon picks up his pace with wagging tail and calls out, "anatha," hoping to walk with her.
February 17, 2018, 10:06 AM
Anatha
Tindómë
Núro
        a leaf was plucked deftly from the earth by an errant breeze, the grey mottled thing twisting betwixt the branches before settling somewhere beyond her sight. the girl shivered - her coat was one of sun and fire, not meant for the chill. the winter marched on, however, and offered no respite; taking its toll on anatha. 

         she twisted as her name was called, answering softly in kind. "delight," he is morwinyon now, and Mato has been seclusive. the old man has died, she'd come to learn, and new members had filled their ranks. delight is the only one she feels comfortable around to allow a small smile to slip, and her tail moves once at her hocks.

take this soul
lay me at the bottom of the river
February 17, 2018, 07:30 PM
Delight
Tindómë
Morwinyon


he matches her smile with a small one of his own, catching up to her slight figure. the way she shivers does not go unnoticed although he's not sure what he could offer to help -- it's cold, and cold is brutal. all he can do is hold out for warmer days soon. the silence settles between them briefly as the morwinyon organizes his thoughts, expression soft; he breaks it with, "so... how have you been holding up?"