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Listen Song Bird - Kinusi - December 10, 2024
She was shown the way by the leader Solharr and went her own way. Though she did not heed his warning that the paths could confuse. Because she did not csre if they did. She could follow scents and light. And if she got lost she would. Resourceful at least.
She began to hum amd then sing as she did. Voice lifting to ring among the trees. How she adored the echo of her voice. Blue eyes alight with the fervor of the song. Little toes tapping to the beat.
Boy and his dog
Went out looking for the rainbow
You know what did they learn
Since that very day
Walking by the river
And running like a blue streak
Through the fields of streams and meadows
Laughing all the way
Oh redwood tree
Please let us under
When we were young we used to go
Under the redwood tree
And it smells like rain
Maybe even thunder
Won't you keep us from all harm
Wonderful redwood tree
And a boy and his father
Went out, went out looking for the lost dog
You know what oh haven't they learned
Since they did that together
They did not bring him back
He already had departed
But look at everything they have learned
Since that, since that very day
Oh redwood tree
Please let us under
When we were young we used to go
Under the redwood tree
And it smells like rain
Maybe even thunder
Won't you keep us from all harm
Wonderful redwood tree
When she finished the last line. She took a small head bow and giggled.
song redwood tree by van morrison @Rokkur
RE: Listen Song Bird - Rokkur - December 10, 2024
rökkur had been tending to the moongrove, her flowers and her grasses and the plantlife that decorated the glen, when a lilting, melodic voice rode the winds towards him. one that he did not know, and the scent that followed shortly thereafter only confused him further. she smelt of a neighbouring pack, of moonspear, but also faintly of sólhárr.
the guardian would move, then. towards the voice of the girl, the one who sang of the redwood tree. he walked along with confidence, navigating the twisting paths of the neverwinter with a learnt ease, bringing himself forwards with large strides. scarlet gaze eventually settled upon a girl of oak and ebony, the white splash by her eyes bringing further attention to her blue gaze. he nodded his head, a polite greeting to the cubkin.
hello,he would hum, looking over her figure, drawing in the budding forneskja loyalty that laid upon her pelt. a vague reminder of catamaran and callyope stuck to her fur like burrs. this girl must be their newest member.
i am rökkur. what is your name - and what were you sent here for?surely she would not just be wandering the forest aimlessly ; and without a guide? perhaps she was sent to him, the verndari.
he drew in her scent once more, coming to a conclusion:
did sólhárr send you?
RE: Listen Song Bird - Kinusi - December 10, 2024
It sure was pretty among these wilds amd this forest. Shecwould not could not deny this. It filled her with a sense of delight. And she wanted to sing, tell stories.
Paw steps unhurried moved towards her. She shifted and twisted tipped ears towards the sound. Perhaps this story man that talked to dead things found her not the other way around.
Kinusi had decided she wasn't angry at Mist though she still didn't know his name. His scent was here and entwined with another. And she didn't want any part of a jealous woman. So she would distance herself from him. Besides to love recklessly was foolish. Not to say she loved him or anything. She had hoped they could be friends but now was unsure. He hadn't even greeted her upon her arrival.
My name is Kinusi and I wasn't sent anywhere. I was told of the dead talker and here I am. It was suggested I seek you out, but not demanded.
She tilted her head.
I'm a bard, story teller and healer.
RE: Listen Song Bird - Rokkur - December 10, 2024
kinusi, the girl introduced herself as. and the faith-man believed it was him who she referred to as the dead-talker, though perhaps that was something that had been lost-in-translation, as he did not talk to the dead, only to the gods in which he sought comfort within. nonetheless, he nodded his head, as if to say: here i am, you have found me.
storyteller,was the only part of her description that he echoed.
that must be why hárkonungr suggested this visit.this girl was young, though old enough to be lærlingur. perhaps that was what sólhárr wished for. with a slow, yet firm nod, he would look down to the child once more, curious, gazing at her almost studiously.
then, as if he had made a decision, he would turn away, the flick of his tail and his words -
come with me- inviting her along to the mánilundur, his moongrove, his place of stories, tales. should she become sögumaðr like himself, she must see the holiness of the grove, and understand the stories in which it tells. the inspiration it wrought.
they would arrive, then, in only a few moments time. when they did, he would emerge from the treeline, padding towards the large boulder that sat within the groves center ; her heart.
look at this place,he would murmur, looking towards kinusi.
what do you see? what stories speak to you, girl?an expectant, though warm gaze.
RE: Listen Song Bird - Kinusi - December 10, 2024
The leader Solharr had called him a spirit talker which was basically the same thing, right? Right? Spirits were dead....though she knew enough to know some found spirits in all things. So maybe not the same?
She was irked again. Why did all these old men think it was okay to only take some of her talents. Just by saying oh storyteller she felt as if some of her very own identity was being ripped open. But wisely she said nothing this time. Even though she really wanted too. See she was learning.
Kinusi padded behind him. Already irritated. Slightly disenchanted. And yet. It was beautiful. A stillness that was neither heavy nor light. Precious herbs along the forest floor. She stared.
Life, death, happiness, strife darkness and light. There is much this story speaks about. It's why I'm here. It sits in its silence and shares.
RE: Listen Song Bird - Rokkur - December 17, 2024
so sorry for the wait!!!
he listened with a still expression upon his face as she spoke, a careful nod that spoke of a somewhat approval, as if she had earned his curiosity.
yes,he murmured, then, turning his view away from the girl, back to the sizeable stone within the grove. slowly, rökkur would pad towards it. air drew into his lungs through an open maw...
...and when the breath left him, he would speak:
this is where our stories will be told for as long as forneskja stands,the verndari said. he would take another breath, then, quick and quiet. before he would say another word, he would turn back to look at the girl that the king had sent to him. he saw potential within her.
do you wish to tell your stories here, söngfugl?and it would all depend on what she said next.
the sögumaðr would take the girl in, if that was what she wished. teach her what he knew of storytelling, listen to her tales, and, perhaps when she was older, recite some of his own. scarlet eyes searched her face, then. watching her expression.
awaiting words.
RE: Listen Song Bird - Kinusi - December 20, 2024
no problem I've been slow myself
This one was a quiet beast. It seemed they all were and Kini was not in any way shape or form. She may need to practice restraint. Maybe.
She nodded.
Yes I do.There need not be another answer. None. It was the truth. She would tell her stories here for how ever long they wanted.
Kinusi found joy in singing amd storytelling. It felt like her true calling. She could heal. Would continue that practice, but singing and stories that made her heart beat faster.
RE: Listen Song Bird - Rokkur - December 26, 2024
then i shall take you as lærlingur, and we will share your stories for moons to come,a smile curled at the corners of his maw, squinting at his eyes - ruby red, with the faintest pride glimmering within him. never had he been a teacher in such a way.
once, when he was but a warrior, he had trained the apprentices alongside him, taught them how to face blood and battle. but know, he had grown, mellowed, almost, and so too did his experiences change around him. different, although, not rejected. embraced.
make your den, söngfugl, and i will find you again,a smile was plain across his face, now. a dip of his head was given, encouraging the young girl to go seek somewhere to bed.
when it is time of stories, of song, you will be asked to come forwards under the gaze of forneskja. show them your talent, your pride, kinusi.
and it was with a flick of his tail that he would send her to rest.
feel free to fade with your next <3
RE: Listen Song Bird - Kinusi - December 27, 2024
Those strange words again. With magical quality. She nodded. So she was now this thing. Good.
Another nod for fear to break the silence that stretched. She would go find a place to lay her head.
She dipped her head one more time. Then with a hum on her lips and a high step in her gait she headed to find a place to lay her head at night.