Cast away all that isn't music

POSTED: Mon Mar 26, 2018 2:50 pm

It is a beautiful day and Anri is walking through the Borderlands area. :D AW for one person!

Lean and forlorn in a land of soft winters and feral claws, each day seemed brighter somehow despite unpleasant contraries. And it was not the turn of the season that softened the dancer’s opinion of things. Each day was painted neatly with the mood that greeted the silver female in the morning, and she could pick out a reason to smile each day, absorbing the strangeness that this place and its people offered her in plenty.

Two aquamarine silhouettes were thrown over Anri’s shoulder as she navigated from the chilled banks of one of a handful of rivers found in the Borderlands area. Names of places remained wordless in her mind, but her senses lead the way and made unknown lands known to the foreigner. Freshwater bodies didn’t seduce her as the sea could, and she thought perhaps, eventually, she’d move camp to a place where she could breathe the salt foam of a wildling sea.

Not yet, however – she needed Summer to blossom in full before potentially branching off by herself. And there was the matter of the shape or her soul; it shifted and shimmered like a mythical thing, whispering a language its owner couldn’t interpret at such a young age. She would be like the wind, for now, to toss and turn to the tide of fortune and coincidence.

The walk back to camp would be long, but the sunlight glimmered against pale underbrush and she could walk the unmarked path with her eyes closed if she wanted. It was a lovely day after all, and she was bringing back a few days’ worth of food. The murmur of a childhood song from her homelands caressed the dancer’s dark lips as she moved with the grace she’d been given, mind trailing away like a weightless thing; lost in the warming blues of the sky and nostalgic thoughts of home.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 26, 2018 3:09 pm

And then, all of a sudden, as if he had simply walked around the corner and found the day to be completely lovely and devoid of bitter winter, the sun was shining. Tristan did not think he had been sleeping so long as to miss such a turn in the weather, but he could not deny the evidence to the contrary. Emerald eyes alighted upon the clear blue skies and it lifted his spirits. A craggy man there was no doubt, but even he couldn't deny that the deep dark of winter was dragging upon the soul and when blue skies reigned it was something to be celebrated. His mother had always loved the warm summer days and usually grew sad in the winter time. Tristan had always associated it with happiness and for once he allowed a genuine smile to lift his lips.

Though he never would have admitted it, loneliness hounded him and pushed him onward. It left him feeling hollow without actually being able to put his finger on what was wrong; just a sense of wrongness that prevailed in spite of his wonder at discovering these lands, the lands his parents had been born in. Tristan could not have known that he skirted their once-home, slipping around the upper edges of old Vinattan territory and down into the belly of the northern territories. To him, it was simply another day and another stop along the way. He followed the river by habit; it provided good protein in the form of fat fish when the waters ran smooth and the nourishment from the water was essential itself.

He'd veered away from the path somewhat, wandering paws taking him where they wished. In hindsight he might not have seen her, for they both wandered as though lost entirely in their own thoughts. But sharper instincts told him that something move up ahead and he was alert when the silvery woman came into view. For just a moment, the sight of her was like a sucker punch to the gut and he sucked in a sharp breath. "Begging your pardon, miss." His voice was a low baritone, but not threatening to the lone female. "I don't mean to disturb your day." He offered, having come across her path and finding it rude to simply continue as though he hadn't seen her. "Though it is a mighty fine one at that." He glanced up at the clear blue skies with obvious happiness on his normally intimidating features.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 26, 2018 4:25 pm

The forest expanded before her like a swelling horizon, the choir of pine, spruce and cedar murmuring against the shift of the world, if one cared to listen. There was wild beauty here; hidden in the lushness of tall grasses and the tall bodies of the trees. Anri thought she’d could see it all, and so she did, until she didn’t.

Instead, she learned she saw nothing at all, and that her mind had abandoned her senses for the sake of sweeter things of fiction and memory. The rolling voice of a male strolled against her, bursting against the silver of her ears, which rigidly displayed her blank surprise at his presence. Ashen brows contracted when her gaze fell upon the stranger. He’d already broken his stride, and the dancer became still as she considered the situation as it was now.

Winter flowed through her then, embracing her with its coldness. It was an instincual thing, for she was a creature wounded.

The monochrome female decided to smile sweetly through her pale fear and dusky concern, white lashes sweeping low as she narrowed her gaze of icicle beryl; still considering. Once upon a time she had thought she could read a man, though the bodies spoke distorted languages here, keeping the dancer’s steps light with care, grace guarded against foul opportunities. Beneath the soft ivory of her poncho, the ache of mending wounds returned as her mind sharpened with presence.

Even while the mind had strayed, the body remembered.

He seemed like someone that could melt into a Summer’s twilight if he wanted, blanketed in the hues of earth and earthly things as he was – a creature of the forest, come to lure her away with his baritone breath and articulate tongue. They could be the worst of creatures, those that held the elegance of word and mind in their clawed palms.

But the day was fair, and she could be fooled into believing that light danced in the emerald of his eyes as he gazed against the blue of the world's ceiling. And yet, part of her being rebelled against his benevolent presence. It wasn’t his fault. ”The day is free for all. I claim no ownership of it." The woman's voice was mild while her mind stormed. She could gently prod – attempt to read what little of his mindset he cared to share.

She tilted her head, brushing moon-pale strands of hair away from her face with long elegant fingers as she looked upon him. ”But indeed, it is a fine day to be alive.” The dancer distrusted him as she distrusted herself, but it wasn't what she wanted. It was a sad thing how paranoia had grappled her with nail and tooth and pain. A short lifetime of trust had been flipped like the toss of a coin. ”If this is what Spring has in store for this place, I’ll miss the cold, I think.” A weak attempt at approachable words, but it was what it was. She was from a place where hard winds carried ice and salt always.

Her lack of wordy elegance couldn’t be so bad.

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