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POSTED: Thu Mar 01, 2018 9:20 am

'Souls Setting Generator wrote:It's night in the Kingsweald, and it's soggy. Your character is observing a strange arrangement of stones.

He thought of Briarblack on most of his route home from his days away in the mountains. Even these thoughts felt sinful, as if he had been sworn to forget even her face and name. Out of concern for him in the wake of his autumn imprisonment, Elphaba had made him promise not to dwell in such things any longer. She cared, it was evident in her eyes, but why then did the situation feel... wrong?

Neith did not arrive in the Kingsweald until after dark, hours later than expected. Had he been dragging his feet, lost in his thoughts all day? Regardless, Neith knew of the medicinal herbs exclusive to the Kingsweald in the warmer months. It would be some time yet until green returned with spring, but given the unseasonably warm thaw, he would benefit from locating last year’s shriveled plantlife and making notes of where to search come spring.

A drizzle started, and he found a farm house to make camp—sleeping in the sopping wet mud was frankly out of the question. He watched the rain from the broken windows. When he became hungry and impatient, he set out into the rain with his cloak draped over his head to check his traps, but came up short.

On his return, he noticed a strange structure near the steps to the old farm house where his things waited. Several columns of stacked rocks, unflinching in the rain, in no way placed naturally by Mother Nature. He considered them long and hard, his cloak over his head, forgetting the rain and washed instead with romantic daydreams of faces who had visited the cottage last, where they’d gone and what their stories had been.

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POSTED: Thu Mar 08, 2018 3:51 pm

hope you don't mind me throwing tamara at you!

Her nights thus far had been spent without the luxury of a roof over her head, the gnarled and bare branches of trees sprawling overhead the only protection from the rain or snow that fell while she slept. Her fires were small, suffocated by rain, and the winter cold had seeped into her bones and now she could not rid herself of it. Cloak drawn tight, she urged Achim forward while sanguine eyes searched for any sign of shelter along the horizon, weary and fed up with sleeping on the ground.

It did not take her mount long to reach the farmhouse, hardy and sure-footed as the stallion was. Despite the scent of another canine on the air, she had proceeded; the wariness she held towards the strangers that lived here was far outweighed by the desire for a dry floor to steep on. Achim seemed to sense this, trotting forwards, leading her closer until she pulled on the soft cotton halter he wore.

Tamara slid from his back, which was bare as she had opted not to bring a saddle with her, believing it would slow them down—she preferred riding without one anyways. "Were you going to rest here for the night?" The drizzle had already begun to soak through her cloak, still damp from the last time it had rained. She turned to the farmhouse, seeing on its steps the pile of rocks. He had been looking at something when she approached, though a pile of stones was not what she expected to have captured his attention.

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POSTED: Thu Mar 08, 2018 4:05 pm

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Suddenly, she was alone again… or soon would be.

In many ways Indra felt that she should have expected this. Word had come from Rafael and his summer-eyed wife with good tidings; they'd asked Lilia to join them, temporarily of course, at the trading post in Portland. Even now, as the Warden rode through the dark, she thought the purple-eyed girl would be packing her things.

She couldn't explain exactly why this bothered her. The invitation had been extended to her as well, if not officially, but now was not the time to abandon her duties; if anything, this was the worst time possible. Feeling adrift, she was unsure in which direction she would wander if she changed directions now.

Forward was the only way, and she was determined to do this.

Riding the golden palomino her father had once ridden into battle, they forged a path through the damp and the mist, having picked up a trail a ways back. It was not suspicion or malicious intent that drove her now, but simple curiosity; she was just as prone to this as others, if not more so, even if she did consider herself to be above many base instincts.

The truth of the matter lay in her actions; her occasional moments of hypocrisy laid bare, even if it was meaningless in the end.

A farmhouse loomed ahead in the dark, and she slowed Altan to a walk long before they arrived. His slow, heavy footsteps announced their arrival before shapes became apparent; Neith, and stacked stones. She dismounted and draped the reins over the saddle, which was speckled with mist where it had begun to collect like breath on a glass.

There was another here, and Indra eyed them with open suspicion. This became more obvious as she drew her gaze to Neith, as if trying to connect dots that didn't exist.

Did you do that? Indra questioned, but made it intentionally unclear as to which of them she was talking to; her eyes remained pointedly fixed upon the unnatural arrangement of stones. She didn't consider Neith the sort to waste his time with stones… but many of his family were religious, and perhaps this was his secret magical outlet.

In a way, they reminded her of the waystones outside Airgid Gleann, the markers used to show the way.

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POSTED: Thu Mar 08, 2018 11:44 pm

It was not the structure that caught his interest, but all the reasons why it could have been made.

Religion. His sister’s craft, wielded in the same manner Neith took notes with charcoal. Symbols and prayers and holy figures. Witchcraft. The choice of hobby for both his biological father and late mother, not to mention a dozen others with whom he shared blood or kinship. Symbols and prayers there, too. Shrines. Rituals.

There in the rain, he considered a long time the differences between religion and witchcraft, and concluded there were none. It was then and there another vagrant made herself known, a young woman and her steed whom Neith at first mistook for Khael. She had not drawn a weapon on him, at least not yet, and so Neith regarded her without alarm.

“Unless I am given proper reason not to, yes. Why?” The curb in his tone was accidental, and he cleared his throat as if to dismiss it. He shifted to best poise for the rapier on his hip, behind the curtain of his cloak. He’d made to speak more, but a glimpse of white blurred itself distinguished from their wet realm of gray, and Indra—without Ros, without Lilia, without anyone anymore—joined them.

Neith wondered at first if Indra had been following the stranger for a purpose, or had sensed danger and added herself to their short Salsolan ranks there beyond the Thistle borders. But if he had learned anything from his captivity with the Infernians, it was not to sever ties with foreigners before they could be sewn.

“No. I thought perhaps it was my sister or yours.” Glancing skyward as the grumbling sky threatened to turn drizzle back to rain, Neith drew into his hood and turned to the stranger. “I am Rust, and this is... Well, she can introduce herself. Let’s not fight over lodgings, if you please. If you would like to stay here, I’ll kindly take my things inside and press on for home. With an escort, too.” He smirked at Indra.

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POSTED: Fri Mar 09, 2018 1:30 am

Zibiah had taught her to be wary of strangers, a lesson that had stuck with her even as she left behind her family in Portland and set out towards the east. This was not Portland -- far from it, in fact. In her time here, she had seen only the face of a traveling merchant, who had offered her a place beside her fire in exchange for the leg of a rabbit she'd caught. Tamara did not think this man would be so kind, listening to his answer.

"I was wondering if--," her words came to a stop, watching as a pale wolf came down from her horse. Tamara tightened her grip on Achim's lead, drawing him a bit closer to her.

"Tamara," she introduced, nodding to him and the woman with a glimmer of a smile (or at least a perfect forgery of one) in scarlet eyes. "You don't have to give up your shelter for me." Tamara was quick to say so, because she knew she could withstand a night beneath the sky. "I only meant to ask if you would be willing to share it." While she did not need a roof, it would be a welcome blessing.

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POSTED: Sun Apr 01, 2018 10:59 pm

Indra, thoroughly unimpressed as she so characteristically was, minded her tongue. Neith found himself momentarily enraptured once again by the differences drawn between light Indra and dark Elphaba, sisters without resemblance in any form other than a fearlessness of self and its influence. Though difficult to read, Neith had scrounged a distinct impression that Indra did not mind him, likely spurred by their mutual friendship with the Salcedo girl, and their mutual loss following the death of Ros. Whatever the case, he considered himself rare and fortunate.

“Tamara,” he said as greeting. Indra leered. If she used a false name outside the Thistles, Neith did not know it—and he wasn’t about to make up something and risk revealing them both.

Overhead, the sky grumbled with thunder. Neith smiled. “I’ll share it, gladly. Come.”

Not seconds after they made their way past the broken stairs and empty doorway did the sky open up and release a downpour. Indra watched the rain from the doorway while Neith managed to light the remains of a stout candle, evidently left behind by the cottage’s last vagrants.

“Do you do this sort of thing often, Tamara?” he asked, setting the shallow candle in a broken dish on table in the front room. “My friend and I live nearby to here. Far enough, however, in rain like this. Have you far to go?”

Skipping/lightly PPing Indra with Lorr’s permission to keep this moving.

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POSTED: Sat Apr 07, 2018 1:17 am

000+ Sorry for the wait, ladies!

Indra did not immediately offer a name, and both parties smoothed over this blip in their conversation seamlessly; Neith in particular, for whom she felt a grudging respect growing. He was charismatic in a way that she wasn’t—able to easily carry a conversation, even—and outwardly friendly in a way that encouraged the trust of strangers.

In a few words, the Arbiter was everything that she was not, but she was his opposite as well.

Probably not my sister, She offered after a while; it was strange, injected too late into the conversation to be truly relevant. Elphaba wouldn’t waste her time with something so mundane as rocks in the outlands.

A slight crease formed at the corner of her mouth, a downward line outlining a grimace.

Her odd eyes shifted between Neith and Tamara at the mention of their nearby home, causing something like anxiety in the pit of her stomach. It was always this way with strangers, with those who did not belong, because she couldn’t reconcile the infinite possibilities. The thought that someone might examine her extracurricular activities and find something unworthy was… well, it was bad.

The other tightened her grip on the horse’s reigns, and Indra struggled not to roll her eyes. Altan was a warhorse, trained to the task by a talented Gamekeeper; she had absolutely no need to steal a lesser creature.

I’m Taise. She said at length, her voice accented slightly. I was just looking for... my friend.

Approaching the stacked stones, she traced a line down them.

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