some answers elude us

Farore · 02-21-2011, 12:45 PM

[html]

Out of Character

RAWR KITTENS PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES.

In Character

Nearly two weeks had come and gone since the storm still Farore's ward haunted the greenhouse and very little else. A few times the girl: her sister, peer and even superior in Dahlian lands, had left the green house, most notably when Farore had taken it upon herself to replace the glass panels, although she could only replace one of the two that had fallen down upon her sister's head. Wood covered the opening of the other hole, but it kept the cold from getting in, although Nayru's plants had mostly shriveled and died due to the exposure to the frosty air. Farore didn't care about the plants, so long as her sister was warm, and the temperature quickly rose and returned to normal once the ceiling had been fixed. When Nayru came home she did not offer thanks, but bowed her head lowly and this caused a pain in Farore's heart. So silent and withdrawn Nayru was lately that Rore hadn’t been able to correct her sister once realizing Nayru's mistake.

Sweetpea and Pumpkin? Where had Nayru come up with those names? Why had her sister come here at all if she hadn’t known the truth about their parents? Her two toned ears fell flat on her skull as she wandered the pack lands, sticking close to the borders of Wolfville. One her right the land was wilderness, and to her left buildings rose and painted the skyline with the human development. Traveling on the edge of the two worlds, Farore found it almost calming that Dahlia de Mai had both civilization and the wilds within its boundaries. When one bored her she could move to the other, drifting between two very different landscapes as it suited her. For now she lingered between the two, unwilling to commit her time to one or the other, just as she was unwilling to commit herself to telling the truth, clearing the air and deciding what the next step to take was. She had found Nayru, that should have been enough.

Conor Soul · 02-25-2011, 04:24 AM

Conor is in whatever form Farore is!
[html]

Ears pulled back toward to top of his cinnamon shaded neck at the sight of the unknown female lurking near the town. It was very rare for Dahlia de Mai to have trespassers reach this deep into the heart of the lands, but there were endless options here that could explain the strangely marked female was here. She.. almost reminded the Dahlian of someone he knew well. Depths of lilac turned softer as he approached the young woman, coming towards her from the depths of Wolfville.

”Hello,” he breathed, tilting his muzzle slightly, his face holding silent suspicion as he let his gaze travel over her form, wondering about her unique hues. The male had already made a guess who this visitor could belong to, but Nayru had never spoken of a family. The silly names of her parents still resided within his mind, and the whole subject of wonder returned to the Soul male. How interesting. ”Who are you?” White tipped tail moved slowly behind him, suiting his curious pose well.

Farore · 02-27-2011, 06:06 PM

[html]

Optime!

In Character

The scent and sound of the man as she approached him prepared her for another strange encounter, although surely her meeting with this man would not go exactly as the one with Saluce had. The man, even from a distance, differed from either Gideon or Saluce, the only Dahlians she knew aside from Nayru herself. Where they were dark, he sported a rich warm coat. And while their eyes were more conventional his were a lavender, shades lighter than her own but of the same basic color. She had never encountered such a creature that shared her eye color and for some unexplainable reason this endeared him to her.

The distance between them closed and again the differences between he and Saluce were clear. Where Saluce lack the memory to know if she was or wasn't supposed to be here, it was clear this man knew. His question, who was she, wasn't just looking for a name. She knew this. Dipping her head, as those in packs seemed to love to do with higher ranked wolves, the girl scratched at the snow with one idle paw, keeping her weight upon the other as she stood erect. "Hello… My name is Farore," she paused, knowing that her excuse for staying in Dahlia de Mai was a valid one, even if she had not asked the proper permission from the alpha, whoever he or she may be. "Nayru is my sister. I have been staying with her." She lifted her eyes to meet his, her own head tilting then, as if to question, "is that enough?"

Conor Soul · 03-02-2011, 05:06 AM

[html]

Farore was her name, and her words brought roundness to the alpha’s lavender coated eyes. ”Sister?” the word was repeated as if in disbelief, but he did not doubt the young woman’s words. The similarities in scents as well as appearance spoke silent truth alone. ”Nayru came to Dahlia de Mai alone when she was very young. I did not know she had any sisters.” Conor was deeply intrigued now; caramel coated ears perking and alert. He could have been dissatisfied with the fact that Nayru had never mentioned any of this to him, but Conor was not a control freak and definitely not one to hold grudges.

There were more questions forming on the alpha’s tongue. ”How did you find her?” A gentle smile remained, apologetic in nature, for he would not be able to stop the questions that filled his head. Questions had remained unanswered for so long and the younger canine before him could help her obtain answer, finally. It was a most valid excuse to stay within the Dahlian territory, but Conor had forgotten all about strangers and trespassers by now.

Farore · 03-03-2011, 10:38 PM

[html]

In Character

The surprise that came to the man's face caused a great emptiness to overcome Farore. He had never heard of her? Or Din? Or perhaps even their parents? Had Nayru told anybody? Gideon hadn't seemed surprise to learn that Nayru had siblings, but he had been quite weary of her presence. Had Nayru really tried so hard to forget her past completely? It seemed the two toned fairy of the three sisters had tried to purge herself and start a new life with no strings still attached to her family. Yet quickly Farore swallowed the lump that swelled in her throat, so that when she spoke no evidence of her hurt at Nayru's secrecy was evident. Simply the tall woman explained herself to the male, knowing then that if she told him answers, he might have a few for her.

"We have another sister. Din. " Farore paused, wondering if he was really even interested but continuing on anyway, even if he wasn't. "Nayru ran off when we were all very young, and I came looking for her. It's been months… since our first birthday." And then she snapped her mouth shut, suddenly wondering why she was so open to someone who she did not even have a name for. Was it because he knew Nayru in ways she didn't, and perhaps never could? He could fill in the gaps for her, but suddenly she didn't want to ask any questions. Which was fine, as the man had more for her. Biting her lip, she eyed him and then answered, knowing eventually anyone who was curious would know anyway. "My father told me to look here. He and my mother were members here once." And everything always came full circle.

Conor Soul · 03-18-2011, 01:19 PM

[html]

The man nodded, remembering the young child that he had found by the borders. She had offered him names of her parents that were nothing but affectionate nicknames they had used with each other. No one had come to claim the strangely marked child either, and now the girl was all grown and had made this place her home. Someone had found a child to love, but somewhere else a child had been lost. And this young woman was not her only sister either.

The loner suddenly seemed weary. Conor knew better than to further unsettling her. So the parents had told her to look here. Why had they not returned? The war was over and there was nothing more to fear. How the young male would have appreciated the return of the former queen. But no, another child had been sent here in their place, and he could not help but wonder why this was. Perhaps there were better places to live than here. ”Are Cercelee and Slay your parents?” the male asked, their names falling smoothly from his tongue.

Conor had been disappointed in the way the former Alphess had abandoned these lands, though he did not know the truth of how things had been. He did not know of the blackmailing and threats made by his mad father. ”Why didn’t anyone come for her sooner?” To lose a child had to be excruciating. Things were not that simple though, even if he wished them to be.

Farore · 03-19-2011, 02:36 PM

[html]

In Character

Farore shouldn’t have been surprised that Conor knew their names, but she was and a longing for her parents suddenly took hold. “You knew them?” Her own excited question answered his. It was strange to imagine her parents as anything but what they were now. Two free spirits, wandering the earth and completely in love with each other. Slay had told her they lived in a pack, and Cercelee had not denied it, but neither of them claimed loyalty or love for it. What had they been like then? Was this how they had met? What they were endlessly running away from? It was dizzying to peer back into the past, as if Conor’s words could make Farore recall memories that didn’t belong to her.

And then his next question sapped some of the life out of her once more. Put her on edge. Was he judging them? As parents or as pack members? With Nayru it was all Dahlia de Mai, but Farore didn’t see why she, her parents or anyone else should be so concerned about the flower lands. Closing her eyes she tried to remember Nayru’s departure. She had been so young that it seemed longer ago than it really was, and Farore hoped that her memories were valid. “We followed her scent for a while, but when my mother realized that it led back the way they had been coming and started catching small whiffs of another wolf she began to grow anxious. Her and my father started arguing about going back to get her. She was convinced that someone had taken Nayru and eventually we stopped following the trail. “

Farore paused. Cercelee had been so unrationale then, so scared and it was hard to convey just how set the woman had been in her beliefs. They all loved Nayru as much as anyone could, and yet they hadn’t come back for her. The lanky woman’s words did not seem to justify this, but the terror that Cercelee had experienced did and Farore could remember that, even if she could not explain it. “She said that if she stayed away Nayru would probably be safe. So we just kept going eventually.” And there were still so many unanswered questions that only Nayru probably knew. Or Cercelee. Yet one only spoke as little as possible and the other seemed worlds away. Farore’s deep violet eyes caught those of Conor’s, wondering if he knew anymore than she, and deciding it probably didn’t matter anyway.

Conor Soul · 03-21-2011, 08:31 AM

[html]

”I knew them a little,” he admitted, though it was Cercelee he had known best. Slay had been large and his appearance had been a bit intimidating. And then they vanished and that was the end of a very short story. ”Namely your mother. I’m sure you know she was the leader of this pack before my insane father took over,” Lilac eyes darkened as they lingered with memories, but he would not bring anything into this scene that did not have to be said out loud. There were many questions that Farore could answer, but which ones were the right ones to ask?

Cercelee had abandoned Dahlia when she was needed to most, and he wanted to ask why. But the young woman before him was not the previous alphess, and if Farore knew nothing of what had happened with her parents in the past, he would not bring it up. Nothing could be changed anyway. As the girl spoke, Conor merely nodded. It was a sad story, but one with a happy ending. At least if you looked at it from the right perspective. ”I’m glad you finally found her, Farore,” but what would happen now? Would the young Nayru leave together with her similarly coated sister and return to her biological family? <

The young alpha did not like the idea, but he had no say in this. The girl he had taken in was a grown woman now and nobody could make a choice for her. But he could always hope and think the egoistic thoughts every adoptive parent would when the real parent came into the picture. He did not want to lose Nayru. But what had been meant with Farore’s last words? Would a child be safe without a mother? Why had Cercelee chosen not to return? ”Why would Nayru be safer?” But that was not how he should have formulated the question. ”Cercelee was a good leader; why did she have to stay away?” Ears swivelled back in slight confusion, for he did not have all the pieces for this puzzle.

Farore · 03-24-2011, 04:53 PM

[html]

In Character

With eyes more intense and less thoughtful than those of Nayru, the woman watched the man absorbed her explanation. Although no suspicion of her words crossed his lavender gaze, he did not seem to understand them either. This was something they shared in common. Why had her mother been so adamant about avoiding this place? Farore hadn't even known the name of the pack until she had pressed her father. And she certainly hadn't known Cercelee held any sort of high rank. Her eyes narrowed when Conor came to this part, then widened in surprise when she assured herself the man spoke the truth as he knew it. Her mother had run away from a whole pack?

"I was unaware. How long did she lead the pack for?" As if that mattered. It was no longer part of the white woman's life, even if it had been part of her past. Farore knew better than to expect the return of the long gone ruler. Farore did not want her return. She only wished for Nayru's departure so that they could resume the life that had been interrupted nearly a year ago. Convincing Nayru of this seemed as difficult as piecing together all the individual pieces that Conor, Nayru and herself held. How much easier it would be for Cercelee to speak for herself, but that was a gift that none of them would be given.

Hesitantly she spoke, knowing that she spoke of the behalf of another and that her words might not be as true as they could be. Not due to any purposeful deception on her part, but only that she was a poor stand-in for the woman Conor seemed to wish he was speak to. "She told us that someone had threatened our lives. Nayru's, Din's and my own. They wanted my mother out of their way, so she went. Whoever it was I can only guess lived here. That's really all I know." Hard stare waited for any flicker of reaction, anything that might indicate Conor understood, but only a few moments passed before she softened and resigned herself to simply being a companion in this confusing conversation.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?