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Postby Rose Greenwood » Mon Jan 15, 2018 2:46 pm

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31st of Zi’da Arc 717 - Afternoon
The night before had been a blur; Rose remembered the dark forest shadows, meeting Ti’niva and spending the night at his home in the woodland. It had been one of the strangest experiences of her life. Her late father would have fainted in shock at the thought of his daughter running through the forest with a Sev’ryn hunter. It brought a mischievous smile to her face, thinking of how she had changed, even if only marginally.

Carefully the doctor navigated through her home in the trees, the treehouse creaking gently in the wind as she found a scrap of leather string to tie back her hair. Ti’niva had offered to teach her to how to properly use her bow and Rose was bursting with excitement. She had washed and changed out of her green dress into a sturdy pair of woolen trousers, a black long sleeved shirt and a warm vest made from a fox pelt. Her clothes didn’t restrict her movement like that dress had; it was freeing to wear something that was so unladylike. Again Rose was faced with the realization that she had changed, perhaps for the better since leaving Strosdyn. With a deft flick of her hand she finished buckling her boots and grabbed her bow and quiver before making her way out of the door.

A crisp wind blew through the city of Desnind. A constant murmur of voices could be heard as the Sev’ryn went about their daily routines. With purposeful strides the young woman made her way out of the city and into the hazel shadows of the Makubwa Lori.
The air was different here, wilder and unknowable. A cool cutting breeze whispered through the leaves making it sound as through the trees were carrying on a conversation with each other. Perhaps they were. Rose relished in the wintery air, the feeling of the wind on her face was a welcome sensation. Sometimes she envied winged creatures for their ability to soar on those vast currents of air; to be unhampered and free.

The warbling voice of the stream that she had first met Ti’niva at could be heard in the distance. The water had been bitterly cold but it was nothing that a good campfire could not fix. How lucky she had been too have been saved from a cold miserable walk back to Desnind.

Birds chirped and conversed in the dappled canopy above her, a soft swishing of grass could be heard up ahead that initially sent a thread of suspicion up Rose’s spine. Rather than panic like the night before, the woman paused in her slow walk and waited. Her patience was rewarded as a pair of small white deer with a single horn atop each of their heads walked into view: Icraphern. Smiling, Rose stood completely still as the delicate beasts made their way over to the stream to begin drinking; unaware that she was watching. She had not realized it in the dark last night, but their coats were not completely white. Little attractive tufts of greenish fur were dotted across their bodies, along with a featherlike tail sporting the same color. They were lovely creatures; it was so strange to Rose that the Icraphern had been the source of her fear several breaks ago.
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Postby Ti'niva » Fri Jan 19, 2018 4:30 pm

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Ti'niva had no other clothes, the ones he had worn the night before were the only ones and in truth it was about time he got some new ones. Still that morning, after Rose had left, he felt a strange urge to clean up. Normally he would be fine with getting mucky for long periods of time but something was different and so the hunter had chosen to clean himself and his old worn clothes. Undressing and bathing in the stream by his home along with rinsing his clothes the Sev'ryn laid them out to dry. Unfortunately while they went through this process he was left nude.

With his lack of clothing in mind he decided it best to use the time for some meditation. So while the wind of the day ran through the trees and dried his clothes it also dried him and cooled down his body. Still, he was used to ignoring the cold it was what he had trained to do with his meditation, so he sat cool and silent as he let his mind go empty yet full all at once. He listened to the world, searching deeper than the surface of things, the whispers of the trees and the calls of the animals were all just the tip of the iceberg. Through meditation he believed he could get deeper.

Although today it seemed was not the day for such discovery as instead he was distracted, his mind wandering onto the events of the night before as if out of his control. You know why that is right? Ti'niva kept his eyes closed squeezing them as if trying to block out his familiar's words. That doesn't work. She purred playfully as Ti gave up on the mediation, noticing it was already nearing the afternoon. He suddenly felt teh cold again as he sat there a naked man in the forest.

He must look so peculiar to those who don't understand his ways. The hunter stood and collected up his clothes, pulling them from the branches they had been drying on. The moisture had mostly been taken out and so he dressed himself before braiding his hair and letting it rest down his back. Collecting up his pack and bow he headed out, the panther prowling along with him as Ti'niva made his way to the meeting place. Delicate steps barely made a sound as he navigated the forest floor with trained precision.

Finally he came to the clearing and stopped, briefly observing Rose as she watched the Icraphern that stood by the stream. She looked different, the clothes and the hair. It was strange how much more Sev'ryn it made her look, he liked it in all honesty. It made him smile to see her bewilderment at the small creatures though, he had gotten so used to running into them he was not quite as in awe of their beauty.

"They very beautiful." He whispered as he quietly approached her from an angle out of the creatures' view. The man of the forest smiled at his companion, wondering what it was about her that made him feel different. Ti was often confused by social interaction but this was on a new level.

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Postby Rose Greenwood » Tue Jan 23, 2018 11:42 am

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A wide smile crossed her lips when Ti’niva spoke. “Ibiti ae'r” (Good afternoon) the healer said warmly was she turned to face him with an eager smile. The rustling of brush could be heard as the Icraphern dashed away at the sound of her voice; their elegant horns shining brightly in the afternoon light as they retreated into the quieter reaches of the forest.

The woman nodded in greeting; the weight of her bow and quiver on her back reminding her of why they were there. The prospect of learning a bit of archery was delightful to the young doctor. For so long she had been pressured by her late father to ignore any callings of her Sev’ryn blood. No running outside, no staying in the forest past noon, and absolutely no archery practice on her own. Sometimes he would be lenient and allow her a few practice shots under his supervision or an escorted walk in the woods but William Greenwood made certain that his daughter would never become like her mother. On occasion Rose would manage to slip away from the house and have her fun, but more often than not she had been restricted to the confines of her home and the lessons of her governess. It was like clipping the wings off a bird, grounding her for the entirety of her childhood.

The memories brought darkness to her eyes as she remembered the scolding and lectures. It was only a momentary lapse in her normal cheer as she had now been in Desnind for some time. Times had changed, and she had changed with them. Rose would always love her father no matter his shortcomings, but she often wondered how things might have been if things had been different.

Another crisp breeze rippled through the forest, pulling at her auburn locks as her amber eyes brightened again. “Thank you again for this, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it." Rose said happily as she removed her bow and began carefully stringing it like Ti’niva had showed her the previous night. The motion was nowhere near as smooth and easy as the Sev’ryn hunter had made it appear but the woman still managed to finish the task with less fumbling that before.

“So how do we get started?” She asked primly, holding her bow gently in her gloved hands. Rose was unsure if he intended for her to shoot at stationary targets today or if they might do some light hunting. The healer had only never hunted a few times in the past, and she had very rarely been successful. Rose was certain that Ti’niva had some expertise on the subject of hunting, and she trusted his judgement as to where they would start her training.



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Postby Ti'niva » Sun Feb 18, 2018 7:04 am

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The young Sev'ryn nodded at her comment and smiled happily. "You welcome, I like shoot bow it no problem." The hunter watched as she began to string her bow, noting how she had recalled the motion from the night before. She seemed to be a quick learner and that was good, it would speed up the process. He recalled his lessons with the priest in training Finn from the past, Finn had been learning Xanthean from him and that had been quite the task for both of them. After all Ti'niva was illiterate, it was not easy to teach someone a language in speech alone was what he had found.

"Well." Ti considered their options, he would like to see how she shot first, her skill with the bow already before anything too ambitious was set out. "Follow, I show you something and then we see what we do." The hunter began to walk, moving alongside the stream and heading away from the direction of Desnind. "There something I want you shoot, so I see how you know now." It was an easy walk down the streams bank, much easier than making your way through the under brush that normally blocked the way.

The Sev'ryn tried to think of something to say as he walked, the fresh breeze licked at his exposed skin and he shivered slightly. It was hard, choosing something to say, harder than usual at least. Ti'niva felt like their was more pressure, like it was important he not say the wrong thing. It was certainly an unusual feeling and he was not used to it at all. Hazel eyes peered at her briefly, thinking as he watched her hair blow slightly in the wind.

You are useless, just ask her how she is. His familiar walked silently on the opposite bank, spirit feet leaving no trace in the surroundings. While her sudden comment had caught him off guard she was right, he should stop overthinking it. "How you?" He slowed his walk and moved across a little allowing her room beside him instead of slightly behind, a much more comfortable talking position. Áine purred with the pleasure of being right, she always seemed to be when it came to this kind of thing.

Ti'niva thought of the night before, the warmth of the fire and the conversation of family and the delicious combination of rabbit and watercress. At the time it had seemed difficult but now he longed for the simplicity of it, it felt like it had been easy in retrospect. It was most peculiar, the Sev'ryn just needed to figure it all out.

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Postby Rose Greenwood » Thu Feb 22, 2018 10:00 am

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A faint sensation of anxiety prickled the back of the healer’s neck. While she was ecstatic to learn a bit more of the bow, she was a bit nervous about displaying her current skill. Having a bow and knowing how to use it were two very different things. Wordlessly she ran her gloved hand along the handgrip of the weapon, trying to feel some sort of connection with the bow. Sadly there was no spiritual epiphany nor a single drop of insight gained from the motion. Sighing softly with expiration Rose followed behind Ti’niva.

They made their way past the chilly stream she had stumbled into the night before; though this time she kept well enough away to avoid another close encounter with its frigid waters. It was tempting to stop as there were still clusters of watercress to be gathered, but she refrained from getting distracted. To-trial was about learning a bit more about the Sev’ryn way of life, not dallying with herbs again.

The chilly wind of Zi’da pulled at her locks and ruffled her vest only slightly. As she followed the hunter further into the forest shadows, the grip of winter grew in strength. A silence grew between the pair as they traveled. It was much more difficult to interject conversation into a scenario when it was just the two of them. There was no imminent threat of wolves or hypothermia to spur two otherwise very soft-spoken individuals into simply making conversation with each other. Thankfully the hunter made the first attempt and moved slightly to the side of the trail to allow her to walk alongside him rather than behind.

Struggling for a moment Rose searched for a simple sentence in Xanthea. “Sev aji ibiti äpẹrọ, Tako ca'vez ginshiƙi osise” The healer laughed, remembering the poor shape she had been in the night before because she had still insisted on wearing a dress while she made her way through the forest. Thankfully she had only needed to be shown once that skirts were not well suited to the lands surrounding Desnind. Her new clothes were far more comfortable and warm and she much preferred the new found freedom of movement.

She paused briefly before working out her next words. “Snafpìlfya ke’u?” The healer was making a better attempt today at speaking Ti’niva’s language, rather than relying on him to speak common. Last night she had reasonably been a little out of sorts and it had been a bit of a struggle to avoid relying on Common to get her thoughts across. Working at the medicine house had helped only slightly with her grasp of the language, so she needed more practice if she was ever to improve.

Rose really was fascinated with her companion’s life out in the wild and how he handled the isolation. The thought piqued her interest as to whether or not Ti’niva had a familiar. Perhaps he was less alone than she had previously thought. Hoping that she was not being rude the woman looked at him with inquisitive amber eyes. “Ke’u, aizuv aiu kọv lori?” Rose didn’t intend to ask outright about whether or not he had a familiar, it seemed like something that was very private, but she couldn’t help her curiosity.



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