our lady of the campfires

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POSTED: Sun Nov 04, 2018 9:53 am

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The weather admittedly wasn't as terrible as Saga expected of this time of year. The snow seemed so far off yet, but that didn't excuse the windchill or the rain showers for that matter. It had been almost a week previous when Saga had decided to host her own get together, inspired by Felix's own soiree and yet vastly different. As Starkhelm, she always threw herself into working in the interest of the pack. Patrolling, diplomacy, helping members and directing their energy to other useful tasks were daily efforts for Saga. But if there was ever anything the D'Angelo felt she had overlooked, it was recreational activities. She'd never been the one to organise hunts, but that was mostly because of her general dislike of hunting in large groups. But get-togethers, parties and feasts always seemed to come from the spirited mind of the Ravenking. Perhaps some of them had been Calia's suggestion, but it had always been Felix who'd presented them with such delight.

There was no way that Saga's gathering would be as lively or fantastical, but that was entirely the point. She'd collared Brom and forced him to make a start on the bonfire, which they'd constructed in a small grassy area near the church. During her wanderings through the pack, she'd also notified other's of the gathering and suggested that if anyone wished to help, that they should deposit the wood at the bonfire.

Perhaps the most important effort was the large amount of broth that was needed. Again, she'd delegated this task (though she did lend a hand as much as she was able to) to Jura, who's cooking she'd already sampled before and found to be very nice. They'd gathered the vegetables and hunted for the rabbit a few days previous and then Saga had largely left Jura to work her magic, popping in form time to time to sample the broth and offer her suggestions for seasoning it.

Soon it was time to light the fire, a task she put herself to. Once a fire was lit and growing gradually, Saga turned her efforts to dragging ersatz seating to circle the bonfire. Logs, rocks, old tyres, anything that provided a soft, dry surface for someone to perch upon was used as imagined seating.

She called in on Jura soon after and the two of them made the careful journey to the church adjacent bonfire with the broth. Using the large bonfire as a parent fire, they kindled a small fire, just warm enough to keep the broth warm, underneath the cauldron. The only task left had been to fetch the wines from Baelish and once they'd done that there was nothing left for them to do.

A call rang out in the chilly night air, beckoning the Valemen to come and keep warm. The great bonfire crackled and the scent of fire and food filled the air. Surely if her call had not been enough to convince them, the smell in the air would.

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POSTED: Mon Nov 05, 2018 4:12 pm

OOC: Sedona wouldn't miss this for the world! ^^ WC:649

IC: The word had been spread earlier in the week of an upcoming bonfire to be held and Sedona had leapt at the chance to be part of the gathering. Having mostly finishing her task of reconstructing the pack's livestock corral and now working with Brom more closely on the barn and stables itself, there was plenty of left over wood, rotten and otherwise unusable for anything but burning. The Hawkesond had taken it upon herself to assist in some of the setup earlier in the evening, hauling old posts and cross beams over to the grassy field nearby the church and arranging them in the center of the pit that would soon become a raging ball of flames. Nodding with a smile to Saga, Brom and Jura as she went, Sedona felt a sense of kinship she'd come to greatly enjoy now having been part of Mistfell Vale for going on her third month. She'd met the majority of her pack mates thanks to festivities like this bonfire and the Ravenking's previous masquerade party. She'd made friends and allies amongst them and had only grown closer knit to them all as a whole. It was a unique feeling that only came from belonging to somewhere, having a place to truly call home.

Having brought all the spare wood she knew was available, Sedona moved to assist the others in any ways she could. She held open the Church doors as the delicious smelling stew was brought out to be set out upon the smaller cook fire next to the slowly growing conflagration and it's savory scent rose into the skies alongside the smell of woodsmoke. Grinning and tail wagging as everything was set in place, the last of the makeshift seating arrangements pulled up about the fire, Sedonas ears perked as the pack's new Starkhelm gave a howl to summon the rest of the Vale to join them in merriment about the fire. Sedona shivered a little in the chilly November air and stepped in closer to the flames, before looking to Jura who had bowls ready to serve those who wanted some of her famously prepared rabbit stew.

"Jura m'dear, you may have outdone yerself. It smells divine I tell ya! I bet it tastes even better!" She complimented the chef as she ladled out a portion for herself and then moved towards Saga on the other side of the crackling bonfire. The younger woman's dappled pelt gave the flickering shadows and light against her figure from the fire a slightly spooky vibe, but Sedona knew that despite this illusion she could always approach the other female. Saga had never shown anything but a desire to do whatever it took to be there for her pack and therefore her pack mates. Even if a bit standoffish at times, the new Starkhelm was someone that Sedona greatly respected, even looked up to, despite their age difference. It didn't matter to the cowgirl, who had come to learn the age was really just a number. Wisdom came from experience and from intuition. And Saga had well earned her rank and more than deserved the promotion.

Coming to stand beside Saga, Sedona tipped her hat approvingly. "An excellent idea, Saga. Really! A feast by firelight on a gorgeous night. You picked well." She grinned and gently nudged the other woman's shoulder with her own in a friendly manner. "Things came together perfectly. I hope everyone else finds this as wonderful as I do." She gave a soft chuff of happiness and swish of her tail before moving off to sit by the fire upon an old log next to Brom, where she would strike up conversation about the work they still needed to do upon the barn as the two ate. Always a busy minded gal, Sedona was, but also always eager to chat and be friendly at any social occasion.
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POSTED: Mon Nov 05, 2018 9:55 pm

It was the smell of fall as he would come to know it. A reminder to look up from time to time, seeing as the leaves gradually dulled in life. They flickered like lights until just one remained, and soon, that would be gone too. It always reminded the young druid of how thin life was; one small weight and it snaps in one's fingertips. He had seen how the seasons change the living. All colors, blue, brown, black... all fade to a glistening silver. That is, until it begins to fall out just like the leaves. The creatures of the woods knew it too. They knew when their bones ached and their coughs became hacks and the metallic tang of blood sat in their mouth that soon, it would be over. He was always jealous of how calmly many left the world; they had done what they needed, and could leave with great haste. The smell of fire was always a reminder.

As much as he had loved this new home in early fall, when green was still strong on many branches, he could hardly keep a smile from his face now. It was beautiful here. So much orange that blasted imagination into his eyes. His raccoon companion had noticed it too, or better yet, noticed how many acorns sat on the ground. Shazeel chuckled at this. He was surprised Puff was not fat at this point, munching on everything he could find. No matter, the raccoon remained happy and healthy.

Shazeel, while smelling the sweet broth, was much more intrigued with how the flame lingered on pelts. Musky mutt and whisping heat made an... interesting blend. This would be his second encounter with a member- or in this case members- of his pack, and again, he wondered what the idea of intelligence was here. He could smell that the galaxy wolf who had greeted him sat along the edge of the fire, so at least he knew someone. She had accepted him, so why wouldn't the others?

Puff hastily climbed atop Shazeel's shoulder, wrapping his bushy tail around the ausky's arm to stay stable. Puff was ready for this encounter it seemed. Shazeel lovingly scratched the top of the being's head, "Get ready," he muttered.

With his tail down and his body generally straight, Shazeel approached this makeshift camp. Logs surrounded a flame that seemed to beckon him to be burned by it, and its magical visual was hard to resist. He loved fire; one of the few things mankind had done right. When he knew his face was visible by the glow, he quietly bowed, "H-h-h-helllllo ffffffriends. Mmmmmy name's Shazeel." He grinned calmly, his tail wagging.
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POSTED: Tue Nov 06, 2018 3:51 am

Mystery had been around to help gather wood earlier in the day, mostly smaller branches and dead tree limbs they could drag on over without too much hassle. They had mostly avoided Saga altogether. It was easier that way, easier than dealing with the awkwardness felt every time the starry-pelted woman neared. It was better when there were others around, too, then it didn’t feel so weird, so clunky and heavy. Sinking in a sea of words unsaid.

They came back around as the sun dipped and the day’s curtains began their fantastical close, fall oranges staining the sky before dimming into the deep inky quiet colours of the night. There was a tigerlily tucked neatly in their hair, bright, brilliant—furious as the beast from which it’s named. They were not. They sat on their own solitary stone, watching the bonfire shift and weave its hot tendrils. Every so often the breeze changed and the smoke was wafted into their eyes, making them squint and duck out of the way. But still Mystery stayed alone, once looking across the fire to where Sedona sat. But, away soon after, back to the pretty colours, back to listening to the other things that others said.

Then there was those hissing, whispering voices. At first slow and distant like the breeze, but soon they grew. Filling Mystery’s head as the bonfire twisted before their eyes. It was almost euphoric. They looked down to the cup they cradled, the dark liquid inside barely visible. It had been offered, and they'd accepted it out of politeness. But so many words, so many instructions, tugs and tears like rope pulling apart their paper creations. Mystery’s eyes flicked around to the other Mistwalkers before downing the cup. It tasted funky and bitter, and they didn’t hate it. More commands dripping into their ears, steady. Drip drop. So badly that the Elkenfrey had to hum something chipper to smother it down like a choking flame. Obtrusively loud, then beginning to rock themselves side to side in their seat, eyes struggling to stay in one place as if those ice and water irises were on fire.
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300+ Mystery is humming very loud...
all the toys, and the tools in the box.
all the noise, all the voices never stop.

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POSTED: Tue Nov 06, 2018 12:18 pm

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Gradually they filtered in. First to show face was Sedona, fresh from a promotion into House Hawkesond and fresh from having supplied a great deal of kindling for the bonfire. She'd made a beeline for the pot of hot broth (understandably, it was really very good) and then made her way over to Saga to give her a proper greeting, having only had time to nod her head before obeying her hunger. The chat was brief, mostly consisting of compliment sent her way and humble thank-yous in return. Before long Sedona had spotted Brom and had wandered over and settled herself on a nearby log to discuss ideas for the barn.

Shazeel was the next to turn up, stuttering out an introduction and a greeting. The racoon on his shoulder gazed around with beady eyes and wiggling fingers, it's banded, bushy tail trailing down the dog's back. Saga greeted him with a nod and beckoned to Jura who remained near the broth, tending to it diligently.

Mystery was the last of the three to creep in. Saga felt hesitation and reluctance in the Elkenfrey's movement. Blue avoided chartreuse and, strangely, there was a femininity to the blue merle that the Starkhelm had not yet seen. A bright orange lily, ironically as speckled as Saga herself was, was tucked into their mane neatly. They sat on the furthest stone from where Saga stood, facing Sedona and Brom but seemingly doing nothing other than staring blankly into the flames. A hum soon became a buzz, a swarm of angry bees instead of a hissing brook. It took nothing but a stern look between Saga and Brom before the latter started chatting loudly and eagerly. While it did not completely drown out Mystery's oddity, it served a good enough distraction.

'Well, I'm glad you all made it.' Saga greeted with as much enthusiasm as she could muster given her personality, 'I'm afraid this isn't going to be as vibrant as one of Felix's parties, but perhaps that's the appeal, no?'

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POSTED: Tue Nov 06, 2018 2:05 pm

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Sedona slurped down her broth, enjoying the warming properties from within, grateful for Jura's exquisite talents in flavoring the stew into something so nourishing and delicious. While she sat with Brom and chatting animatedly with him about their work on the barn, soon a few other faces, some she knew, some she'd yet to know, trickled in, called to the flames by Saga's earlier howl. The Hawkesond woman noticed that one of the guests, Mystery, had chosen to stay more or less off by herself, but as she ate her offered broth, she hummed to herself, seeming a bit lost as to what to do now that she'd arrived.

Sedona had been grateful for the peculiar dogs' assistance earlier with the kindling and things, but wondered why she'd not joined sitting by the rest of them. They were more than welcome. She'd have to excuse herself from Brom's side to check on Mystery in a moment. But just then, a newcomer showed up, introducing himself as Shazeel. About his shoulders, the cowgirl noticed a familiar creature, a racoon. She smiled at the beast which peered about at all the other canids curiously. Sedona recalled there being at least one other pack mate with a racoon companion, a woman named Canary whom she'd met when she'd been hard at work on the corral. It was nice to see new members of the pack still incoming. It meant that the Vale was healthy and thriving.Tipping her hat to the male's greeting Sedona smiled. "Howdy, Shazeel! Pull up a log and have a seat!" She smiled kindly. "I'm Sedona, and I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say 'welcome'. " She gestured to the many open spaces to sit at yet around the bonfire with a wagging tail.

It was then that Saga spoke and Sedona turned her attention to the galaxy pelted Starkhelm. "Well, I'm glad you all made it. I'm afraid this isn't going to be as vibrant as one of Felix's parties, but perhaps that's the appeal, no?" Sedona chuckled at that and grabbed a large branch dedicated to stoking the bonfire. She began to gently rearrange some of the wood and logs that were threatening to shift and collapse. She watched as some sparks flit free and rose into the night sky before fading out and disappearing. "It's nice to have a smaller gathering, I agree. Though that's nothing against our Ravenking of course. Y'all know I'm up for just about anything social." She nodded with a grin before setting the poking stick aside against a still vacant stone next to her. The evening was fast becoming more and more chilly as the moon rose over the horizon into the starry night sky. It was a gorgeous November night, perfect for spending quality time with quality persons of the Vale.
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POSTED: Tue Nov 06, 2018 3:49 pm

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Ever the talker, Sedona was on Shazeel in an instant, eager to make him feel welcome. She was well placed in Hawkesond Saga found, admiring the energy and eagerness in which she conversed with others. She did not baulk at the idea of waiting through a stuttering reply and, in fact, seemed more willing to put the effort in. It was a trait that Saga was envious of, as while she was patient, there was always an obvious sense that the D'Angelo would've been happier not having to converse on end. Naturally, she was still young and the silly sense of intellectual superiority would eventually dissolve into a more nurturing outlook.

Sedona heartily agreed with her presumption, an action which brought a thin smile to the Starkhelm's face. Embers and cinders drifted into the air as the Hawkesond stoked the bonfire carefully and the Starkhelm made herself comfortable on the worn tyre nearest Brom. Lime eyes drifted through the flames towards the patchwork face on the opposite side.

'You okay?' She asked, not entirely expecting a response from Mystery. Since their last meeting, Saga had the sinking feeling that the enigma that was the latest Elkenfrey had developed an aversion to the very sight of her.
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POSTED: Wed Nov 07, 2018 7:36 pm

Shazeel almost took a step back. The quick burst of joy and kindness that radiated off this being was, in fact, surprising. She was patient in demeanor, not mentioning how his jaw tightened and his eyes blinked rapidly. If all the creatures of this pack were like her, this would be a mighty fine experience.

He knew very quickly that Puff was a topic of interest. He looked around, glazing over the fire as if it were merely not there, sniffing around the camp. He soon wondered if Puff even saw the brilliance of the light. How could one not be pulled into its breathtaking gaze? Shazeel always found himself to be a sucker for fire. He could watch it for hours on end, waiting for the whisps to flare against his paws. He smiled at the thought. It seemed many others enjoyed the beauty of the flame too.

He found a log beside Sedona and sat down. He removed the lute that was slung over his shoulder and leaned it on his leg. "zexenuma tokeq, thurirl," muttered to the instrument, plucking a string. He had come to love song, as his stutter was non-apparent when his voice was used for music. It was clear and free. Most of all though, he enjoyed the stories that could be told with a few lyrics. He had been inspired by the stories he heard when he was a pup, and always hoped to pass them to eager listeners.

"Thank you." He nodded at Sedona, his tail thumping quietly on the log beneath him, A ffffffffffine night fo-fo-for a fffffffffire, no?"






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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2018 11:39 pm

Kenai had gotten the call way before she had actually made the trip. Kenai was finishing up some chores around the cabin to prepare it for the winter to come. Kenai found that her skills at wintering anything she lived in to be quite excellent and made it so she would stay warm. Any gaps she found in the building were quickly sealed with a mud, leaf litter, and sap mixture to prevent any air from coming in. The windows were boarded up on the outside and sealed. Kenai partially boarded them up on the inside only to add a layer of leaves and other forest floor druff to act as insulation before boarding up the windows the rest of the way. She didn't have a lot of other materials to use besides the limited amount of insulation she took out of the walls of homes that hadn't molded from the moisture and water damage. Realistically, the only insulation she found was used primarily for her bedroom which was the warmest.

Once she had completed her chores, Kenai cleaned up, grabbed several logs of maple wood, and hurried off to the call of the bonfire. Saga had put it on and as Starkhelm, Kenai felt she would fill the role quite nicely. The leadership had too, otherwise they wouldn't have promoted her. In Kenai's mind, there was no better option. Kenai arrived late after everyone else had already begun socializing and the smell of the broth filled the air. The fact that the weather was good enough to have a bonfire before winter hit was a blessing and Kenai was definitely excited for it. Kenai recognized Saga and offered a wave before seeing Mystery and two others she didn't recognize.

"Hello, Mystery and Saga." Kenai greeted with a light bow. She looked to the other two, Sedona and Shazeel, and offered a nod. "And evening to you both also. I'm Kenai Stone." she greeted. Kenai sat down a distance away from Mystery as she saw the strange being back and forth. To be honest, Kenai had never before met someone as unique as Mystery so Kenai wasn't sure how to interact with them. Mystery seemed to wane back and forth in how they behaved to perceived themselves to be. Kenai sensed that Mystery was an oddity but not to the point where Kenai wouldn't interact with them. Once others began talking, Kenai changed her focus from Mystery to the rest of the group.
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