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All Welcome  April 01, 2021, 08:29 PM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte



sated on聽a pair of muskrats and warmed by the noontime sun,聽phaedra聽stole聽through the greenwood. spry legs聽carried her over聽a memorized route through the idyllic聽purlieus of a cottongrass glade;聽the lake that comprised the heart of the territory; deadfall cluttering the forest.聽

@Mahler鈥檚 scent markers聽kept her in the fetters of聽these sort of聽anxious meanderings. she found that聽the less bother she made for others,聽the less likely others聽were聽to bother her in turn. as such, she restricted her movements within parenthesis鈥攈ewn to聽the liminal spaces of life here. the little ghost was聽retiring; troubled.聽

scrawny, too, as she did not break bread with the pack, and the choicest cuts were long since enjoyed when she did put in a late聽appearance.聽

lurching聽from the聽shadows, phaedra jumped to a half-felled聽elm and flowed聽up the mossclad聽bough聽until she was midway across and overlooking聽a聽path worn by use.聽she throned herself there,聽slumped聽astraddle of it and聽swinging聽spectral legs off either side.

presently she sighed,聽chin finding聽a perch upon a kinked聽wrist while her thoughts ebbed and flowed against the shores of languor.
April 02, 2021, 08:37 PM
Mahler
Rivenwood
Graf*
lip curled. mouth tightened. these days, mahler could hardly stand the taste in his own mouth.
praimfaya had returned; he would await sequoia, and when it had come, the gargoyle would see his way to moonspear. he would see for himself what had befallen elke; it was the last justice he could do for a child he had failed.
the graf drew closer to the lake, picking up the ethereal trail of his reticent聽perlenbl眉te. she had remained with him all this time, from sagtannet and nova, to the cleavstone bracken wood, and now here. mahler would not forgive himself if fate prevailed to move them again; he simply must be stronger than such unseen forces.
flung across her owlish perch; the shadowpriest came upon phaedra. relieved at the sight of her continued existence within the beautiful tumblefall of cloistered land, he stepped somewhat close and set his lilac stare upon the edge of the clearwater flowing. she was thin, he thought, drawn. "hier nisten zwei fischadler." pausing a moment. "welche namen sollen wir ihnen geben?"

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April 03, 2021, 04:41 AM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte


this roused her; the sudden presence of her father鈥檚 voice reeled in desultory sea-drift thoughts and her head lifted from its perch. his mention of ospreys bid the entirety of her attention.聽her eyes cast about the verdure of the century-old trees in search of the river hawks.聽

did anything at all escape the graf鈥檚 notice?

peering down at him, she blinked, slowly processing the anticipation of a response from herself. she shifted her weight.聽"oh! 盲hm鈥 nicht sicher..聽whereon a thoughtful furrow tamped her brow, contemplation tarrying awhile on her imagination before falling away from quirked lips:聽vielleicht聽haben聽sie聽schon聽namen?

there lies the heat of summer
on your cheek鈥檚 lovely art:
there lies the cold of winter
within your little heart.
that will change, beloved,
the end not as the start!
winter on your cheek then,
summer in your heart.

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April 03, 2021, 08:44 PM
Mahler
Rivenwood
Graf*
"nun ist es m枚glich," mahler rejoined, carefully settling to his worldweary haunches when it became clear that phaedra would not turn away his company.
he looked now to the clearing in a circlet of interlaced branches, where the treeline thinned and sloped gently downward to the lakeshore. one osprey there, alighting. the other would return. studiously he found himself silent, but presently returned to their talk. "was denkst du, wie er hei脽en k枚nnte?"
this time he did glance toward his child, seeing how unchildish she had become, grown into all her lines. she looked like them both; he glimpsed the fiery woman there in the contemplative gradient of phaedra's eyes. the man offered a small smile, turned his focus back upon the osprey as he marvelled gravely at the swiftness of time's passing.

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April 08, 2021, 12:56 AM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte


she followed his lilac聽gaze to the bower聽upon which one osprey聽preened, lips parting slightly with surprise that he'd seen what she did not despite spending many afternoons as so, ragdolled on the log.聽

when he spoke聽her gaze converged with his like crossed dowsing rods briefly before flicking聽musingly back.聽she pondered where the bird's companion might be.聽

flying, duh; because if phaedra had wings, there would be no celestial force alive聽that could tether聽her to this side of earth. icarus revivified in her, certainly grounded for justifiable reasons聽...but no more sensible in his modern聽life, probably.

i think... blitz," she decided, nodding, after a beat.聽

wondering how her father might regard聽her decision, she eyed him expectantly for a moment. wie w盲re es mit sein frau?
April 12, 2021, 03:34 PM
Mahler
Rivenwood
Graf*
it was easier to speak with her now, but even as he settled into her presence, mahler had not forgotten his litany of transgressions. a bitter rosary of reminders, plucked through his mind each day. yet the gargoyle was determined not to let the guilty creep of his mind dispel their enjoyment of the predatorbirds.
"wenn er blitzt, muss sie ein sturm sein." lightning and storm.
had a pair of ospreys been ever so well-named?
a companionable silence followed.
he wanted, suddenly, to run away from rivenwood with both she and thade; to build something else where wylla had dispelled him, and felt that hover in his chest as he searched for something else to say.

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April 14, 2021, 05:38 PM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte


as if summoning a great eddying wind to himself, the proud river-hawk beat his wings, and set shortly聽to rousing his feathers. phaedra admired him, picturing in her mind herself as a bird, airborne and air-bound,聽and how freeing it must be.

presently her papa聽offered聽sturm for the female, a choice pleasantly聽germane to her theme.聽

she smiled.聽"ja. es gef盲llt mir."
together, cloudchasers.聽they would bear their names well.聽

the silence that fell thereafter聽between herself and mahler was a vast departure from the facile victories of warm and effulgent familiarity reserved for fathers and their daughters. instead, talking to him was like an聽adrenaline rush. she perceived a flutter聽of sensation her breast; it was not quite butterflies. more like聽bats striving to burst from her mouth.

but what did he feel? regret that she was the one child who wouldn't go away?聽the snowflower grimaced to think聽that.聽

has there ever been聽a worse type of daughter?

a slew of topics cluttered her mind, but none so pressing as the one pertaining to her mother鈥檚 whereabouts. where she was now.聽why she had not yet come home for good. why grown-ups聽were so exhausting.

phaedra rallied words to her to tongue-tip, but the courage to follow through flamed out from her chest. restless, she sighed. fidgeted聽her ears. 鈥測鈥攊sso i was ...鈥澛scuffed her paw, eyes dropping to the mat of moss. "i was... um..."

navigating聽through聽this聽realm of politesse was such pick-and-shovel聽stuff.

鈥渨ill we...聽when will we be moving again?鈥聽the girl blurted and then looked away聽sheepishly.聽
April 15, 2021, 04:56 PM
Mahler
Rivenwood
Graf*
whatever mahler had expected phaedra to say as she began, switching from their shared language to common, it was not this. he considered that he had not expanded his contemplation upon what multiple moves meant also for his children. it was with relief, then, that he knew he was able to answer in the way that he always wished to answer, with words he should have used before.
"i do not intend to leave this place. no more moving." if praimfaya meant to relocate rivenwood one day, the gargoyle would not accompany the pale graf. the bypass had been chosen for its proximity to others and for the abundance within which allowed the wolves to be self-sufficient.
his lilac gaze moved back toward his daughter, wondering if she would do the same. "i am sorry that ve have moved so much in the past, phaedra."

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April 15, 2021, 06:45 PM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte


to his apology she splayed her ears; it was the very last of her wishes to instill him with guilt. she sought only to reassure herself. sitting quietly, phaedra was the image a girl picking at her fingernails awkwardly聽over the sudden nimiety聽of self-consciousness.聽

i don鈥檛 remember very聽much about
about our first home,鈥 she admitted, slipping off her perch with a grunt to sit beside him. a wistful smile touched her lips, only to falter when a yearning she couldn鈥檛 quite place thrilled through her. longing for the memory of a place curtained by the veil of time, perhaps.聽only that there has been a lot of walking since then. she blinked, eyes flashing with the light of kindly聽humor.聽

would you tell me about it?
April 18, 2021, 02:20 PM
Mahler
Rivenwood
Graf*
willowy pale limbs folding suddenly, moving phaedra closer. mahler was still. "it vas a very vild place," he began in earnest, searching for and surfacing with every memory he bore of sagtannet. "i vonder 鈥 do you remember vintersbane?" he mused, trying to place when his kill-brother had left among any recollection phaedra would have had at so young an age.
"ve ruled there, vith your mother. he vas from courtfall, and, ach," mahler chuffed, realizing he had been about to ramble. "anyvay, your mother, sie hasste den ort," he mused. "sagtannet is very high and vas named for the ring of sharp stone teeth all around the bottom of the mountain. so i understood. she vas afraid that you and thade vould fall down the side. but i also believe eventually sagtannet showed itself to be a beautiful place." stumbling; damned words; should he have even mentioned wylla?
"sagtannet is far removed from everything. it is at the very southern end of the sunspire. remote. there is a river that stag named vindholme," he grinned, speared in the next moment to think of the last time he had seen the boy. unsure of what phaedra wanted to hear, deciding to simply inform her of everything. "i thought it vould be a good place for you to grow up, so high, like a little eagle."

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April 19, 2021, 01:25 AM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte


phaedra shook her head, denying聽recognition of the man he聽called聽wintersbane. she settled comfortably against her hocks and restlessly thumped her tail, lending her father a look of anticipation becoming of a child enshrouded聽by her blankets as she聽awaited her聽bedtime story.

nearly聽fledged聽now, that little girl.聽


listening on, she felt her spirit聽pine for the wild montane聽place he depicted.聽the fact that wylla had qualms about the locational hazards of it聽seemed聽in perfect keeping with her聽personality.聽
she'd always been quite assiduous in making sure her own were provided for.聽

still,聽phaedra feigned disbelief:聽"my mother?" she rejoined, shooting him an arch look.聽"that doesn't sound like her at all."
lighthearted; the topic was nonetheless聽the omphalos of sorrowed feeling; the axis around which her grief rotated evermore. and while she had forsaken any real聽hope that her mother would come back for good, it was all the same a nice dream to have.聽


just that, though: a dream.聽

currently realizing she'd become lost in such griefspun聽thoughts, the girl batted her eyes over-alertly and caught the end of "the sunspire". embarrassment spread itself redwood and goosefleshed across her skin. 聽

when he'd finished the telling of it:聽"ich wette, da kommen aus blitz聽und sturm." she looked again to the stormwoven bird, now joined by the tiercel. tipping her muzzle, phaedra moved to butt her shoulder against mahler's
"apropos,schau a mal," she said.
the male preened his mate's cheek feathers while she sunned,

proving that聽love truly was for the birds.
April 23, 2021, 02:15 PM
Mahler
Rivenwood
Graf*
my mother? and mahler gazed at the love-swept birds. "ich glaube, du hast recht," he said, keeping himself tied to the present and not to the omniscient thought of wylla gliding always along his brainstem.
was it desperate of him even now to hold the barest glow of hope for such again? he found himself embarrassed to have been so affected by a pair of windfowl.
phaedra's shoulder, butting along his own; mahler returned the nudge and cast her a wry grin, one seeking to chase away the cowl that had threatened to hang only a moment ago. "m枚chten sie sagannet besuchen?"
mahler put aside his burgeoning thoughts of the duties he held in rivenwood. it would be good to depart for a time, and with phaedra no less. mahler hoped that they might be reacquainted with one another as she stood upon the first threshold of her eventful life.
he would attempt, for her, to be spontaneous.

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April 28, 2021, 04:43 AM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte


so very briefly they were connected by a聽shade聽of聽lorn listlessness鈥攁lbeit, both聽uniformed聽of聽the other's thrall to grief聽and聽shared聽long-suffering.聽

in that small time the smile and mirth had dissipated from the planes of her face like a flock of crows spooked by buckshot.聽tungsten-dread. a glissading ache that limned her chest,聽tracing聽the blueprint of a聽mother-shaped hole in her heart.

but she聽didn't dare linger with the feeling
聽and by no means whatsoever聽did she bear聽the kind of courage it would take to聽address the weight it laid on her.聽

even if she had courage in spades, phaedra wasn't聽even sure if she wanted to confide in him. not yet. maybe not ever.

what she dearly needed was a聽soft place to land,聽
no questions asked;聽
and if she knew her papa perhaps聽needed that too, it might've聽been easier to find words among the scree.

alas, the girl聽did not know what he might need.聽but she knew聽she was likewise聽embarrassed for the affect the birds had on her, and turned her cheek aside to rest violet eyes on the ground.聽
his requisite press only-just compelling a聽smile half to life.聽

until, that was,聽his offer聽registered in her mind.聽the dullness in her gaze had to flee to make room for bright surprise and joy that came barging in to replace it while she visibly fathomed the words

"oh.it's a joke? it's not聽... say sike right now!"聽was聽chirruped amidst an聽abrupt explosion of聽stotting and spinning聽on the balls of her feet聽to the聽front-and-center of her father's聽view; well and truly disturbing聽the peace of every other local within a mile radius of her thunder.聽

"ich glaub mich knutscht ein eich!like, genuinely!when can we go
"聽

she would attempt, for him, to remain in one mood for longer than a minute.
April 29, 2021, 02:17 PM
Mahler
Rivenwood
Graf*
the face of his snowflower remained expressive, even despite the extended divide that had transpired between them this past year. "sike," mahler chuckled, a rich sound filled with true mirth. a rarity, but phaedra's enthusiasm had wrought it in him. now, right now, he wanted to say, but he had just left praimfaya. the young graf had asked him for a definition of symptoms, and only from there had mahler assumed.
and sequoia had not yet returned. laurel here, and perhaps her own season due to start 鈥 to leave would only invite 鈥
the gargoyle,聽cursed be, never able to simply exist inside moments.
"vone month," he said gently. "there vas still ice on the slopes vhen you vere born. i vant to show you all of sagtannet from on high, so ve must vait for it to melt." he hoped that his sensibilities would not chagrin her; the man stood to his paws and offered her another look. "du und in den bergen."

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April 29, 2021, 05:05 PM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte


"oh, okay..." she replied,聽unable to mask the聽subdual of fay spirit to hear of聽their聽deferred itinerary. she wanted to go now;聽was ready to go now! but she supposed he had some good reason for it.聽
if nothing else, phaedra could trust that.聽

and聽his aim of聽mountaineering was as good a reason as any.聽

you and i in the mountains;
"sounds dangerous," she ventured, shaking the excess energy from her body.聽"so obviously聽i'm in."聽

the geist turned to leave, feeling guilt edge its way in for having monopolized the time of rivenwood's vanguard,聽but she hesitated midstep. her cheek canted towards him:聽"papa. nicht vergessen,聽ok?"
May 04, 2021, 12:28 PM
Mahler
Rivenwood
Graf*
phaedra was turning away, but she did not seem to have grown gaunt and pale beneath his pronouncement. "ich werde es nie vergessen, schatz." as surely as the day was long, mahler would hold himself to the echo he had made here: to take her back to her birthplace, and for himself also, one of the last territories in which he had truly felt whole.
mahler smiled at her.
he would let her go now, but for a long while he wanted only to watch the birds and think of his pearlblossom's mother, teeth and steel and the stresses he had put her beneath.

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May 07, 2021, 10:15 PM
Phaedra
Rivenwood
Vierte



her tail swayed amiably at her hocks.聽"hoffentlich,"聽she smiled back, glancing once more to the twitterpated birds before finally聽padding away.聽


phaedra would hold him dearly聽to that word of honor,
tucking the token of his vow in her breastpocket to brush her thumb over when sleep eluded her.

she awaited the turn of the moon with impatient yearning.