Re: when you're on a golden sea

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POSTED: Fri Apr 27, 2018 5:34 pm

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'No', she replied, unperturbed by the abrupt nature of his statement, she didn't even bother to turn around to reply to him, 'I'm not. Just haven't got around to it yet'. It wasn't the entire truth, and yet it wasn't a lie. She'd never tried, because she'd always been otherwise occupied with other things, things that didn't necessitate opposable digits. Perhaps it was out of rebellion too, the aggressive need for humanity had always irked her, along with many things Saga actively disliked.

Eventually, like most, Linden fell upon a much repeated joke, though this time it was met with a smile instead of an exhausted sigh. She humoured him, mostly because she figured he could do with the humour. 'There's not much dried grass this far up north, I'd say you have just as much trouble' the two toned girl countered, turning her bright gaze towards him momentarily.

Linden continued to make conversation, and Saga nodded in agreement with his latest statement. 'Pretty much that, and the occasional loner looking for a home. Traders too sometimes, I deal with them too, diplomacy and all that', Saga explained, the pride in her voice just audible.

Saga remained silent until they turned onto the next street, her yellowgreen eyes watching the crumbling buildings pass by as they moved at a comfortable pace through the village. 'There's a few stable houses along this road, one or two of them might be big enough for three' the girl commented, slowing down a little to allow Linden to peruse.

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POSTED: Thu May 17, 2018 5:35 pm

Not knowing her enough to recognize that her behavior were acts of defiance, he dismissed them as peculiarities and did not worry about the cause. She was nice enough and it was not his place to judge strangers who had let him in – especially now, when he had been branded a traitor to his birthplace.

It's easier on horseback, he informed her. Gunther had changed how Linden behaved, and revealed what he could do with the animal's assistance. A wolf could live alone. A wolf did best, however, with a partner. In Linden's case, self-isolated from his peers and enamored with a girl who might have destroyed him, the horse provided more than mere amusement. Most food sees the horse before it sees me.

It would be easier with a bow, but that had been lost. He was forced to rely on charity now, but no one here seemed to mind.

That's a worthwhile path, diplomacy. Is that something you've always wanted to do?

His attention was only half on Saga at this point, taking in the buildings she wanted to show him. They were similar things, likely made around the same time. A crumbling wall dissuaded him from one, while another he passed at a glance, thinking it too cramped for the horses.

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POSTED: Fri May 18, 2018 4:35 pm

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'I wouldn't know', she admitted plainly. In her short life, she had very little to do with horses, save for the odd time she'd visited her father in the stables whilst he was tending to his steed. She'd never ridden one, nor so had she been as much as been stored in a saddle bag as a whelp. And while she remained upon four legs for the foreseeable future, there was no need to even begin thinking about finding herself a mount. 'Besides, I enjoy the run for now at least'. Eventually, the youthful vigor would fade away, and while the mind refuses to give up the habit, the body would nevertheless fold, and Saga would be forced to find ways around her ailing form.

The conversation moved further forward towards talk of diplomacy and there was a sudden, yet subtle, change in the girl's body language. The mottled creature stood up a touch straighter, and there was a hint of something akin to pride in her poisonous green eyes. Like any youngster, Saga was not immune to the buzz that compliments brought about, especially when those compliments were based on skills she threw herself into. The girl rolled her shoulders as best as she could in her feral form in response to Linden's question. 'I guess,' she replied, her gaze far from his auburn form, falling instead on the passing buildings too, 'I guess I just fell into it' she admitted. It hadn't been something she'd actively picked up, either in childhood or in her tenure within the Vale. 'I enjoy it though'.

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POSTED: Sat Jun 16, 2018 9:02 am

He did not press the thought of the horse upon her again. For Linden, who had once reveled in hunting on four legs, age and new injury had restricted him. It was enough to keep him from using it actively, though he supposed this was a null point. The black jackal had taken his bow and most of their other supplies during the robbery, and now he had to rely on the charity of strangers.

It felt pathetic. Linden hated seeing how far he had fallen.

Saga's casual comments were mismatched with her posture, though she was not half-so cocky as some folk he knew.

It's good to do what you like, he commented. That was how I became a scout – fell into it, as it were, Linden mused aloud. He considered this further, and his wandering gaze returned to her mottled form. What do the people you meet think of your age?

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POSTED: Wed Jun 20, 2018 9:47 am

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Besides, it was the daily routine of skirting along the borders and a brisk swim thereafter that kept her in shape. Though she imagined the riding would be a workout in itself, she was skeptical that it would be as taxing. Touch wood, she had not yet injured herself in such a way that prevented her from undertaking what had now become an almost obsessive routine. Though perhaps if she was unfortunate enough to suffer one in the future, her opinion on the matter would need revisiting.

Linden admitted that he too was a scout, to which she replied, 'I imagine you'll make for a much more intimidating sight on the borders if it comes to it.' Green eyes appraised him again. Well conditioned and muscular, he was a far cry from the petite preteen with less visible strength.

Saga had somewhat expected another question or comment on the subject of her age. She was grateful that Linden had a temperament more akin to her own than most and that he spoke as if to another his own age as opposed to a child.

'I think most people see it as a novelty,' she said, after a moments consideration, 'I can't imagine many people find it easy to take me seriously.'

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POSTED: Wed Jun 20, 2018 1:31 pm

He smiled at her comment, but hardly had the desire to be found roaming where his enemies might find him. It was a curious thing, to think of people who had once been his comrades to be something else, but this too felt like a long-time-coming. Ever since Silvano had raised his hands in anger, Linden had known he was no longer welcome in his own home.

Now that he could never go back, well, he tried not to think about all the time he had wasted.

Saga seemed to recognize that her age was a slight against her, and her introspection suggested as much. Linden did not remember being given much responsibility in his youth – not when he was busy apprenticing under his father, bettering himself as a fighter in pursuit of a life which was not his to claim.

Perhaps not yet, but you'll gain experience nonetheless. Let them think what they will – you seem to think your pursuits worthy, and that's all that matters. Measuring someone by appearance alone is foolhardy. After all, he mused, turning his face towards her. You chose to live your own life. That should count for something, I would think.

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POSTED: Fri Jun 29, 2018 9:49 am

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Saga felt that it was an obvious assumption that Linden would prefer to avoid conflict now. If not for his sons, then because of whatever drew him (or drove him) to the Vale. There was a heaviness surrounding him, whether she was correct in assuming it was historic or whether it was merely his personality, Saga wasn't entirely sure. She didn't particularly think they'd actually need any muscle, she hoped at least. The Vale wasn't an aggressive pack, nor did they meddle in the affairs of others, so the D'Angelo woman couldn't foresee an immediate reason why there would be a call to arms.

Linden's word may not have been a dramatic revelation, but the supportive words were more than welcome. Chartreuse eyes caught golden ones, silently grateful. 'I like to think everyone else finds them worthy too.' This was, perhaps, the most important factor. More important than her own view was the need for other's to see her worth. To see that she was actively contributing to those who had become her family. 'I'm glad you can see past appearances.' she admitted softly, her gaze turning away to watch hares crossing the street up ahead.

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POSTED: Fri Jun 29, 2018 8:07 pm

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As they slowed again, Linden to examine her face and Saga at the sight ahead, he wondered what she might think knowing what sort of things he had allowed to happen for the sake of progress. In a perfect world, reason might have corralled madness, but Mistral was too strong willed and too visionary to be contained. Perhaps if she had been more patient, she would have succeeded.

Perhaps if he had not forced her hand, this might have happened. It was easy to imagine what kind of desperate thoughts had driven her – legacy, bloodline, the Kingdom she believed in, the vision he had for what he could help her build, all of it because she was carrying life in a long-cold winter.

I think that's wise, he said, turning his gaze to a nearby building. The place was too familiar to his senses, and Linden snorted hot air through his nose. People aren't always what they seem. Our perception of things can make fools of us, if we allow falseness to persuade it, Linden mused, and his wandering hand lingered where his sword fell. It was all he had left of what he had been before. His fingers instead came together behind his back, resting easily where they fell. I'll let you to your duties now, if you'd like. I can't travel too far at the moment.

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