Here it goes again

Amherst

POSTED: Sun Apr 08, 2018 2:26 pm

She felt lighter after pondering her thoughts and had spent much of the day wandering around the decaying city. Though she didn't stray terribly far from Biff's Bar, Ailie felt a sense of accomplishment for being away from her usual haunt for as long as she had. Better yet, she hadn't encountered anything or, more importantly, anyone who had wished her ill or had caused her any harm. This was a small victory, she thought, and the curly-coated wolfdog felt an ember of confidence glow within her heart.

From the tree that she had seen growing from within an old house, Ailie had decided to find some weaving materials that she could bring back to the bar with her. Though the land was dead and brown and grey, the dried husks of old plantlife could still be used with care and, in some instances, it was even better to use after it had dried. Once ready to be woven, all that was needed was a dampening and a gentle touch. Rushes were the best for this type of weaving and so that was what she set out to find.

Ailie picked through a thicket of dead vegetation near what would likely become a small bog once the sun had melted winter away and collected as much plant material as she could hold in her arms. The thought of weaving again instilled within her a sense of longing and joy. Oh, how she had missed feeling rushes between her fingers! It would be good put her skills to use again and perhaps make something useful for her saviors as a show of gratitude.

As the sun began its decent, Ailie started back toward Biff's Bar, walking along the sandy shore of the coastline for a final good measure. A tittering of birdsong sounded overhead and the woman craned her head to watch the little birds soar through the darkening sky. She smiled and lowered her head again.

Her eyes grew wide and, with a cry, Ailie dropped her bundle of rushes and scrambled backwards, away from the solid shape of a golden woman with longing and anger in her eyes. Tripping over a driftwood log, the curly-coated woman landed with a soft oomf! and held her arms over her face defensively. "Please!" she cried. "Ye cannae be here!"

OOC: "It's dusk on the sandy shore, and songbirds are flying overhead. Your character thinks they just saw a ghost." AW for 1, please!

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POSTED: Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:32 pm

000 hope you don't mind me jumpin in :>

She hadn't seen the full scope of the western coast, but so far it wasn't much different than what she remembered of the old Krokaran outpost. The warm cast of the setting sun across the bay held the light of distant memories, a childhood grown around woods touched with the salty winds and lakes deep and still. When she looked out over the tides, which did not seem so angry as they once had been, and listened to the cry of birds welcoming the coming night, she thought she could hear the summer on its way.

Away from the group, Tiamat had time and the peace of mind to reminisce in the quiet of their absence. She didn't long for anything of the past, but with all that had happened, she had so few opportunities to reflect about her return. It would have been different with Lotan if he had come with them, but his delay in Portland could not have been helped. No one else, however, knew about the shores near Amherst, the old Viking lands, the places that held history in every crack and crevice that would soon be forgotten. In this privacy she lingered, crouching by a tide pool and watching the waves crawl up sand and rock.

A sound drew her attention to the dunes. She stood, and the wind caught in the asymmetry of her dress, tugging it fiercely around her figure. When she looked over her shoulder and spotted a woman, her expression opened with surprise.

Ailie?

Her former pack mate cried out a fearful sound and fell back. This in turn alarmed Tiamat, and she ran over to help.

Ailie! she said, reaching for her shoulders. Are you alright? It's just me - Tia.

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POSTED: Sat Apr 14, 2018 10:29 pm

The sound of her name was carried on the wind. "Ne, please!" she whimpered between the lines of her thin arms. Her eyes were held firmly closed, unwilling to see the specter that she had caught against the shoreline. There was as scuffling sound and the pressure of a hand on her shoulder and Ailie howled, flapping her arms about her defensively. "Ne! Yer dead! Ah killed ye. Dead. Yer dead!"

Slowly, the words that were spoken from the mouth of the ghost replayed over and over in her head. Ailie ceased her frantic flailing and, tentatively, she opened her golden eyes. She was making sense of those words and whose lips they had fallen from. "Tia? Tiamat?" she breathed, large eyes taking in the woman. No longer a girl, Tia had grown into a lovely and powerful woman. A shadow of a smile gently curled her lips. "Ach, yer ne spectre, aare ye?"

Against her chest, Ailie's heart still throbbed rapidly. She ran a shaky hand through the tight, short curls of her mane and drew in a deep breath. "Ah'm sorry, mah bairn," she offered Tia, looking up at her apologetically with drooping ears. She scanned the young woman's face, her eyes dancing as they took in the details. Another smile commanded her lips and she lifted a thin arm up toward Tiamat. "Goddess, ye've grown inte such a bonny lass. Where hev ye been? Ach, how Ah've missed ye."

She looked past Tiamat, golden eyes unfocused. "Ah've missed so much." Her voice was distant and soft as she said this, her thoughts on Krokar and the people she hadn't seen in such a very long time.

OOC: Ahhh!! Not at all! Thank you for joining meeeee! <3

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POSTED: Sat May 05, 2018 2:31 am

000

Ailie was not herself.

Tiamat withdrew and waited for the terrorized woman to settle. Her face had come to reveal very little over the time she spent away, but there it softened back to an old look, before the seas, before the war. For the first time in a very long time, there was a glint of fear for the absence they both unwittingly shared.

Her ears flicked forward at the sound of her name. The recognition granted her the freedom to exhale, and she nodded encouragingly. It's me, she reaffirmed, her fingers returning to their place on Ailie's shoulder.

When the past ebbed away, Tiamat reached to draw her into a tight hug. Ailie wasn't frail, but she had changed, and there was something delicate about her now that made Tiamat's chest tighten painfully. Tiamat had left to face the world, but she had never considered the world might come for them at home. Krokar was supposed to be safe.

I've missed you too. I've missed everyone, she said, realizing as she said it that she meant it more than she ever thought possible. She had seen Oscar, and she'd seen the old cabin, and she had yearned suddenly for a home that had not been a home in a very long time. Pulling away from her former pack mate, she looked her over and asked, What's happened, Ailie? Why aren't you in Krokar?

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POSTED: Sun May 13, 2018 9:24 am

She smelled of salt and wood and home.

Ailie closed her eyes and breathed in, embracing Tiamat's dense upper body with an urgency she hadn't expressed since reuniting with Myrkr. And even then, somehow having Tia here was more significant; more important. Her fingers trembled as they pulled on the younger woman's shoulders, grasping her, tugging her, holding her – this precious little piece of home.

Inevitably, Tiamat drew away again and it felt to Ailie as though the cold that settled around her with the younger woman's absence was symbolic. She had been cold for a very long time; that was the life of a loner. The curly woman settled herself on her knees on the spring soil and breathed out. She was quiet for a long time, looking at her hands in her lap.

She didn't even know where to start.

"Ah was... taken awey," she began, and told Tiamat of her trade excursion with Bramble and of how, on their way back, they were set upon by an old flame of hers. She told of how she had been a captive, held against her will from her children and her friends and her pack. And then, with a shuddering breath, she told of how, in her last act as a captive, she had killed her tormentor and ran. "Be caareful with th' hearts o' others, Tia," she concluded softly, looking hesitantly up at the younger woman. "Ah never was, an' Ah s'pose Ah had it coomin'."

Ailie said in silence for a while afterwards, listening to the crashing waves of the bay. "Wha' aboot ye? Where hev ye been since ye left Krokar?"

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POSTED: Fri May 18, 2018 2:14 am

000 mandi you are breakin my freakin heart T_T

The world moved between unspeakable brutality and tenderness, and so was it reflected in their kind. Nature had made them in its image, and this violent cycle had been the law as far as anyone could recall. She wondered if this was the reason they allowed the same terrible things to be done to them by others. If Tiamat could smash one thing with her axe, it would have been this.

Tiamat held Ailie with steady arms, even as she grappled with her presence and clutched at all that she had lost. Home was gone, the same way it had gone for her. It was unspeakable, the things that had passed, and she felt this so keenly in her heart that she almost couldn't breathe. When she was young, Ailie had been a wild flame, bright and lively and beautiful, and it seemed like nothing could touch her without first getting burned.

Now the same woman sat with her hands curled in her lap, in a cold place far from those memories.

When Ailie chose to tell her story, Tiamat listened, which was much harder to do when the truth was bared. A younger version of herself wanted to leap to her feet and growl and pace and rave about the lunatic who had done that to her. She didn't follow these impulses anymore, but they lived on in the undercurrent of her thoughts, gleaming in the sharp whites of her eyes. That justice was served in the end was a relief, but the warning made her heart quicken, and she reached to place her hand on Ailie's own.

There was so much to be said, and they were both back now. There was time for them to live, and to live the right way.

Naturally, the tide collapsed upon itself. The conversation returned to her, and Tiamat blinked away the visions of a far-away place and a black witch.

I went to find my father. The way she said this carried the heaviness of her disappointment. Tiamat had failed in many ways, but this one hurt the most. A moment passed before she peered up from the sands, which had begun to roll with the wind. I found a war instead. I found injustice, violence, and families torn by enslavement.

There was more anger in her eyes than sadness, as it had always been for her. The only ones who have it coming are people like her. People who take your freedom, your life - She broke her stare to look out at the crashing waves. Her fingers curled so tight they hurt.

You were right to take it back, what she took from you.

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POSTED: Sat Jun 02, 2018 12:21 pm

There was a stillness in Tiamat, a sense of careful control, that Ailie could not remember being there before. When she looked into the younger woman's eyes, something within them shined sharply back at her. But Ailie knew not what it was. All she knew was that, just as life had changed her, so, too, had it affected Tiamat. Life, in all its twists and turns and intricate spirals, would always either make or break the spirits of those who dared embark upon its unpredictable seas.

It was such a simple gesture, but Ailie felt comforted by the touch of Tiamat's hand upon her own. She sucked in a shuddering breath and held it in, refusing to release the sob she could feel building in her throat. The silence stretched and the waves crashed. When at last she regained control of her emotions, the tortured woman asked of her young friend's adventures.

Silently, she listened as the young warrior talked, quickly realizing that hers was not a happy story. "An' still ne father?" Ailie asked, her golden eyes large and soulful. "Ach, a caileag," she whined, patting the top of Tiamat's hand. It sounded to her as though she had seen more in her youth than most saw throughout their entire lifetimes.

But rather than sadness or hurt, there seemed to be anger in the cerulean pools of her eyes. Ailie looked into them but was silent. When Tiamat spoke again, her eyes cast to the restless bay, the curly wolfdog saw the way her fingers curled inwards tightly and felt a sense of something – anxiety, worry, fear – climb up her throat. She choked it down, reminding herself that whatever it was that had her young friend so upset, it was not directed at her.

Breathing in, Ailie knew that Tiamat was right. The people who aimed to control the lives of others – to rob them of their freedom or their very lives; they were the poison that plagued the world.

She did not feel wholly better for it, though Tiamat had lit a weak candle of hope and strength within her. "Tia," she said softly. "Did someone take somethin' froom ye?"

OOC: ;__; <333

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