Seaside Moors why did i call again,
All Welcome  September 09, 2020, 09:10 PM
Erzulie
Rusalka
Beta*
when u have time!<3

        the rain had ceased over a week ago. erzulie stood in the middle of the moors with silent @Chacal. she had brought their youngest back for a short patrol, and now looked to the sea.
        there was a new emptiness in the harlot, and the knowledge of ocean-water so close did nothing to persuade it aside.
        could rusalka stay within the moors? should they return? she rolled her shoulders, nudged the little girl. "you be rememberin' dis place, i hope."

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September 12, 2020, 02:50 PM
Chacal
Rusalka
Sigma
Curiously, Chacal followed along with her mother, and for the greater part of their voyage the little shadow followed like a duckling toddling after its mother, though occasionally she would bound from her mother's side to chase a butterfly, only to scamper back to her mother's side if a frog croaked too loudly at her. She watched as the skies changed above them, clouds passing by harmlessly after having blocked her view of the blue sky for so long. She craned her neck back as they passed below trees, only to notice that some of the leaves had begun to change in hue, albeit faintly. She did not know to associate it with the dawning cool that stole its way through the night, but she would find out soon enough. 

When she caught the first trace of brine on the air, though, her attention focused, and she hastened her pace to stride at her mother's shoulder, eyes scanning out over the terrain which looked as though it had been carved by waves, and left with rolling pickets of land, prickled with lavender bushes. She took a few steps forward even after her mother halted, the nudge to her shoulder an encouragement, though she needed no further urging. Like a sleepwalker caught in a dream, she paused and leaned forward, as though drawn toward the land which she recognized. At first, she simply stared out into the moors, noticing how they had changed slightly- the colour of the grass, the hue of the sky, the way the sea lavender's flowers had hidden away. 

She heard something in her mind- it was her mother's voice. A familiar lullaby, with legato, swooping motifs punctuated by a few sparse articulations making the lullaby sound both loving and coy at the same time. She could hear the melody in her head but flicked her ears forward and back when she realized that she could actually hear the melody; unwittingly, the child had begun humming, and had lilted her way perfectly through a verse before she realized that the music was coming from her own vocal chords. She shocked herself into silence and froze.
September 14, 2020, 10:16 PM
Erzulie
Rusalka
Beta*
        erzulie, if she must choose, knew in this moment that the moors had failed as their homestead when nieve had never returned and raleska had only come back after her children had been born. but she had come back, the harlot reminded herself. golden-child nieve — it had been unlike her to depart abruptly, and at last erzulie allowed herself to contemplate a worst fate for the yearling than she had considered before.
        but she was not long for it! a sound, downy and new-fledged; a swell of notes followed by the pattern of lyrical imprint. a smile, rounding her cheeks until they bore proudly the tears that had rushed to the mismatched gaze.
        chacal had never before spoken; she was silent in a household of many tongues. but now erzulie saw that her worry had not been necessary, and, grinning, she picked up the next verse in her own rum-sweet tones, encouraging her youngest daughter with a nudge of her cinnamon muzzle.

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September 15, 2020, 10:20 PM
Chacal
Rusalka
Sigma
It took Chacal a few moments to settle down, following the odd sensation in her throat, and how it had coincided with the sound of a voice she'd never heard before. Ears twitching, she snapped her gaze here and there, her breath stilling for a moment as she craned to listen should the melody begin once more- and when it did, it was in an octave and timbre both familiar and beloved.

She tilted her head back to look up at her Maman, and a feather smile softened her features. She blinked her eyes slowly, like a cat enjoying a spot of sunshine, as though to say ah; it was you. A gentle touch to her shoulders caused the child to close her eyes and lilt from side to side, listening with silent contentment as her mother hummed a verse of the lullaby. While she didn't start to hum again herself, she'd unknowingly begun to mirror each intake and exhale of breath that her mother took, and leaned into the beginning of every phrase with a small dip of her muzzle, like a conductor cueing an orchestra.
September 19, 2020, 01:07 AM
Erzulie
Rusalka
Beta*
        a musical child then. erzulie marvelled at all of chacal as the child moved beneath the gentle touch of twined notes and an old, old melody. when the jezebel had finished, she kissed her daughter between the downy ears, exclaiming beneath her breath in a blend of the first tongues she had known.
        she was no longer worried that no words would come to chacal, for the the artistry of song was all the exemplified gifts that the season's last child would need. healer, pirate, and now creator of arias; chacal had never ceased to be a wondering glitter in the eyes of her maman.

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