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- Sky Rhiannon - 08-28-2012 [html] [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 08-28-2012 Despite her midline rank and privilege of meeting visitors and potential members at the borders, Orin did not make a habit of answering to border calls, but today that would change. She had been uncaring when she first heard trace sounds resonating over the Court, sitting on the porch of her and Mars’ home and enjoying the sounds of the day. (For once she was sort of enjoying it, rather than sitting in silence and torturing herself over her recent loss. Perhaps her mood was lifting after all…) But as the howl grew stronger the perfect pitch of the singsong note was not lost on her, and deep down in the bit of Orin’s soul she knew there was only one woman who could produce such a velvety tone. “Sky…” She was up and off the stoop, nothing but a streak of ivory across the yard and out onto the pathway that led away from the cluster of buildings. Sky had… disappeared. What was she doing here now… in Cour des Miracles of all places? Well, there was one explanation that made sense… Looking for me? She soared over a knoll and once she reached the precipice and peered down ahead of her she spotted the sight of the dusty brown female sitting patiently at the borders. “Sky!” Her voice was befuddled with a mixture of confusion, surprise, and happiness. She kept running until she was almost on top of the lupus woman, and when she stopped her faded pink tail lashed unevenly in a half happy wag. “What… why are… how did you… what are you doing here?” she couldn’t figure out what she wanted to say, and blurted out a mixed jumble of questions that at least still got across mostly what she meant. She hadn’t seen Sky in a long time, and there were several months where she had convinced herself that Taliesin had murdered her and her pups and hidden the evidence. She had seen the woman once since then, learning that Tal was not the reason for her disappearance, and then Sky had become yet another ghost… until now… The Orin that stood before her was not the same one she likely remembered. Dragged through tragedy after tragedy, and barely a month past the death of two pups, Orin was disheveled, appeared older than her years, her eyes were tired and the once vibrant dye in her hair had faded to something of a pitiful resonance of what it once was. (400+) - Sky Rhiannon - 08-28-2012 [html] [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 08-28-2012 “Of course, come, come. Outside the borders are never safe these days.” she waved her hands graciously, inviting Sky to cross the scent boundary and come fully into Cour des Miracles with her. She took a moment to bend over and wrap her arms around her old friend in a warm greeting that was different in gesture yet just as friendly as the greetings of New Dawn. Orin didn’t know that Sky had moved to the pack, but the moment she hugged her friend the scent of the woodsy, traditional pack bombarded her. Her eyes went wide with surprise. “You smell of New Dawn,” she stated. It wasn’t a question, but there was surprise in her voice. She wanted to get away from the edge of the pack lands and move into the safety of her home, and the hustle behind her steps was clear as she moved past Sky, intending to lead her back over the knoll and toward the path that would take them to her house. As she walked, she glanced over her shoulder and for a moment there was a flash in her golden eyes, like that when a child sees a monster. She tried to erase the look before she turned forward again. “My house is down the road. I’ll make you a cup of tea, are you hungry?” She chatted as they walked, retracting the steps she had beaten into the dirt pathway when she came to meet Sky. It wasn’t long until they reached the house that she shared with Mars and their children…. no, their child. She swung the gate open, moved up the row and onto the porch, then opened the door for Sky. Maybe she had heard about what happened and had come to offer her condolences. It was probably, especially if she was living in New Dawn. Orin could drive herself nuts speculating, but didn’t ponder much farther than that. Instead, she moved into the kitchen nook and used a ladle to put some clean water into a pot for tea. There was evidence of a family here; scents of others, the scent of Mars and of their baby, Svetlana. Sky, an experienced medicine woman, might also catch the old trace of milk. Amon, Paz and Krystalle all visited often, too (Krystalle less often than the others), and their scents were permanent fixtures in the furniture. “Svetlana is out with her father right now,” she said idly to the pot as she moved it onto a coal burner. “But I’d love for you to meet her. She’s a sweet little thing, sometimes I wonder if she’ll go into your profession when she’s older.” (400+) - Sky Rhiannon - 08-28-2012 [html] [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 08-28-2012 “Your babies must be such a vision now. How old are they? Six… no… seven months? Now I really need to come visit New Dawn, but it’s been hard with a young pup. I don’t really want to travel with her just yet but soon… maybe soon…” There was no worry about Sky roaming the house. After all the women had been through, oddly enough her once-enemy was now a trusted friend, and she did not fret where Sky might go. In return, the woman simply explored courteously, checking out the common rooms and scents, and then returned to the kitchen in Optime form. When she turned and saw her friend there on two legs a wide smile dominated her muzzle, one that was genuine. “Yes, Mars is the father. It’s about time, isn’t it?” she grinned still, her voice laced with pride. She was truly happy to talk about her small little family. When Sky said ‘litter’ for a moment she remembered Misha and Vladmir, too, but telling her friend about Svetlana and seeing her friend’s unabashed joy for her small family was refreshing. She didn’t want to tell her about the others yet… if at all. Sky had been through the same thing she had, and she didn’t want to drum up those memories for her, either. “Svetlana Takekuro, she’s a tiny little girl-“ she held up her hands to illustrate, then began spooning a generous amount of black tea into a teaball and then that into the water, “She has those sky blue eyes like her daddy but my color coat. Mostly my color, anyway, with a splotch here or there… She’s three months old.” She was lost as she talked about Svetlana, her demeanor for once seeming truly relaxed for the first time this afternoon. “Take a seat,” she gestured. There was a couch or there was a table, Sky could choose where they would take their tea. Orin grabbed the jar of honey, and now the fragrant aroma of the tea leaves filled the kitchen. Cups appeared from a cabinet and placed on a tray as Orin waited for Sky to pick a seat. (300+ :: Feel free to PP Orin serving the tea and sitting down if you like.) - Sky Rhiannon - 08-28-2012 [html] [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 08-29-2012 This was one of the gayest moments Orin had had in several weeks, ever since the loss of two thirds of her brood. When Sky flopped down onto the couch she came over with the tray and set it on the end table, handed the woman a cup of tea, and took her own, spooning honey into the mixture to sweeten it. Her spoon clinked against the edges of the cup as she stirred and stirred until the thick, sweet wax was melted in her tea. She took a drink, grinning still at the thought of Sky’s offspring. They may be Rhiannons, but Orin trusted the strength of the Katruk blood to have made them into upstanding individuals. “What a pride and joy they are,” she uttered at one point. And then when she complimented her daughters, “Oh thank you. I’m so proud of both of them, out there making that kind of life for themselves. Juliet has a mate now and lives in Casa di Cavalieri. I’m proud of her, she’s done well, getting out on her own. There was a time I didn’t think she would be able to, but she beat the odds.” Everyone knew that there was something a little wrong with Jules. Not completely off, but her brain didn’t function quite the same. It was like she was a naive, innocent child still, but she had overcome the disability. She was taking another sip of her tea when Sky’s demeanor changed. Catching the serious shift in her friend’s countenance, she looked at her questioningly and lowered her glass. ‘…something happened… Titania. She…’ An icy grip squeezed her heart, threatening to crush it. “What? What happened?” She blurted, by Sky was still talking. She knew about the litter. Her daughter had had a false pregnancy and she was elated to find out later that the couple had conceived a viable litter, but she did not know the rest. She was stark still for a moment, then swallowed hard, her ears flattening back against the faded dreadlocks she wore. “Was there… was she… any sign of an attack?” She managed to eke out the words. Orin leaned forward, holding her breath in wait for Sky’s response. “If there’s no sign of struggle then maybe she’s still out there. She’s strong. She can survive. She’s probably just out there lost or something.” She had no idea how all of Titania’s stargazing had made her an excellent navigator. “If… if… if they were still born then she’s grieving. She just wants to mourn alone. She will come back. She will come back.” She was talking faster and faster, quickly following the path toward hysterics. "She's still out there, you're just not looking hard enough! What is Zalen doing? Twiddling his thumbs?!" (400+) |