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ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor - Andraste - October 27, 2019
I'll archive this on November 30th.
As discussed before, CF is dated to arrive the 31st from departure. Happy early Halloween, all ♡ This thread only requires one (1) post from each member! (For now, I'll be staying vague about losses, gains, predicaments during travel, etc)
As discussed before, CF is dated to arrive the 31st from departure. Happy early Halloween, all ♡ This thread only requires one (1) post from each member! (For now, I'll be staying vague about losses, gains, predicaments during travel, etc)
The throes of their leaving, their parting of the Weald, is strong. They sculpt her into delicate things inside; graceless and silently sorrowful and not at all like or unlike her. Her wolves have left of the Moonspire's shadow and its all-seeing gloomtreaders; at the price, however, of her own furtive tearing from those that had once been of her blood and bone but she is Andraste, Andraste, always, and their Weald had become a dead place;
and so she has again awayed to this vale of a misted whimsy. Not for the first time, lashes lie heavy upon marred cheek and this ache within her breast a living thing that she must tend to; must hold close as she had once before, nevermother. Keeps the kindling and the hurt for her two as baelfire for the eve of all eves.
But for her people, she must be here.
"I will remain with those of you who will forge further to assure that ze valley is without dangers. When we have been thorough, we will establish our premises — and to Diaspora will I then head, with another to advocate by my side," for though she had indeed spoken with its General at length, the sibyl wished for such diplomacies to be tailored to detailed understanding for his initiatives and her own. It was not, mostly, for the longing and pining she assumes she has kept from her own features, either. She has been brayed to be maddened, to be cried about as dafted shepherd, softened savior—
—but she was not one to gorge herself for-ever upon her own achings.
No, no;
she would not now lose faith in those who had chosen to tread in her pawprints and sought to understand their path and her. Inexperience, sculpted to be heiress or no; eyes gone fawnfilm it wings upon her godsdaring apostles: @Agana, @Andromaque; @Kukutux, @Gracious; @Dagwood, @Wintersbane; @Phex, @Knife-Ear; straggler @Aiolos, the shadowing @Abedi.
"Come, all—"
Humbled; the rubied crown cants, coaxing for all to follow follow follow, further, further.
"let us settle."
RE: ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor - Abedi - October 28, 2019
Perhaps Courtfall's subjects had caught on to his ominous presence, perhaps not. He was a secretive soul after all, always lurking just out of eyesight of others. Congrats to anyone in the silver's court that caught him lingering from miles behind. But now the distance between them has shrunk. He was trapped in eden, surrounded by those mountains.
Again he kept his distance away from the group, listening onto the words that were muffled by air. Combine this with the anxiety that has bloomed in his chest by the sight of these mountains and Abedi could barely hear what was being said. Something about the valley? Diaspora? Ah what did it matter. His gods were watching him now.
RE: ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor - Agana - October 28, 2019
The Sunspire Mountains; the first place she explored on her arrival. It felt surreal to be back here, back to the start, back to where it all began. It was.. somewhat familiar. Agana was in the front part of the group, keeping Kukutux close to her body, not too far from Andraste.
On their way to the vale, there was a strangely familiar river. When a pebble fell into the water, it came to her; the gorge. When she fell, and (almost) drowned. Agana shook her head, vision falling anywhere but down.
The Vale was indeed beautiful; a sanctuary between the cold mountains. Golden gaze could not settle on one view at a time, curiosity at it’s highest. The woman trusted the silver shall lead them to a safer home, and she was glad she made this decision. It was not mindless, this choice; even if at first, it might seem.
Diaspora; the silver mentioned this name before, with a specific Mahler she does not know. She needed someone to attain to Diaspora, and if it was needed, Agana was willing to offer herself.
Her focus went to her counterpart, Kukutux, with her rabbit skin on her petite frame, padding further into the Vale.
RE: ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor - Kukutux - November 02, 2019
girlish still she was, and so kukutux scarcely heard the muted words of the silver's soft beauty, jadeglow eyes searching all the attainable details of the place. agana would retain such things; she was good with them, and kukutux inly waited excitedly until they could press into the trees.
there were others now, courtiers gathered by the gentle queen, but she had not seen fit to mingle as of yet, preferring agana's company above all. her eyes all the same lit upon a slinking shadow drifting not far off; she pressed closer to her packmate, suspicious beneath the flare of curiosity.
there were others now, courtiers gathered by the gentle queen, but she had not seen fit to mingle as of yet, preferring agana's company above all. her eyes all the same lit upon a slinking shadow drifting not far off; she pressed closer to her packmate, suspicious beneath the flare of curiosity.
RE: ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor - Andromaque - November 05, 2019
The wolves lay nestled between the mountain sides. Andromaque lingered at the back of the crowd, listening dutifully to Andraste's quick speech. She had heard little of Diaspora and wondered for a moment why diplomacy with them was so important -- and who would be accompanying Andraste? Andromaque had quickly grown fond of the polar she-wolf, had dedicated herself quickly and wholeheartedly to the cause. She wondered how much of her efforts were noticed, though. The russet wolf stayed quiet.
RE: ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor - Gracious - November 08, 2019
They strayed farther and farther from the weald, and although Gracious had longed for the feeling of safety, the numbers in her group gave her enough reassurance that her path was correctly aligned with the fellow members of the court. She lingered somewhere on the outer middle section of the traveling band, she kept sight of her paws and felt compelled to continue to follow the whisp. She would follow to this new heartland nestled for sanctuary, for Gracious had no where else to carve her path out. She was quiet through the trip, hardly catching the gaze of others.
RE: ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor - Sacnite - November 15, 2019
She'd made it here at last. She knew they were moving, as was ready to go after she had heard of the Nightwalkers. They sounded too much like Shadewood Keep, too much like the Melonii that Cry had allied with.
When traveling, she'd gone on her own excursions, wandered far from the group to explore. But she always found them again though didn't unite with them. Just close enough to count their numbers and cast a quick howl to signal that she was ok.
Soon, they were amongst the mountains and she felt more comfortable joining the rear of the court. She didn't like some of the assembled characters, they gave her weird feelings. Then there was Kukutux. It worried her. Was she a spy for Cry?
She watched the woman with careful eyes; mistrusting. She would only trust once she had proved to Phex herself she was not here with the intent to harm. She had no idea what she was capable of.
Either way, the vale sent joy singing through her veins. She was so excited to explore and investigate everything. The environment sang to her, even when winter brushed autumns hair.
She was ready.
When traveling, she'd gone on her own excursions, wandered far from the group to explore. But she always found them again though didn't unite with them. Just close enough to count their numbers and cast a quick howl to signal that she was ok.
Soon, they were amongst the mountains and she felt more comfortable joining the rear of the court. She didn't like some of the assembled characters, they gave her weird feelings. Then there was Kukutux. It worried her. Was she a spy for Cry?
She watched the woman with careful eyes; mistrusting. She would only trust once she had proved to Phex herself she was not here with the intent to harm. She had no idea what she was capable of.
Either way, the vale sent joy singing through her veins. She was so excited to explore and investigate everything. The environment sang to her, even when winter brushed autumns hair.
She was ready.