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POSTED: Sat Aug 04, 2018 5:47 pm

[WC: 217] Grievous and Morgana are trying to catching crabs in Loch Fundy! Help them grab some food, or dig up other tasty treats while low tide takes place.

The water was different. He realized it the moment he saw the way the water lingered now, closer than it had in his memory.

It was too hot to think. Grievous panted, tongue lolling, and sniffed the air. It had been hot for days now it felt like, and the days were miserable like that. His horses languished in the heat, and Grievous did what he could to cool them. There had to be more he could do, though he wasn't sure who to talk to – perhaps his cousin.

They said the ocean was getting closed off, but it still smelled like the ocean. Despite this, he knew something had changed. It was changing, perhaps, the same way that their home was now.

Here's some! Morgana called, scampering down the rocky shoreline with her woven-grass basket. He watched her reach and snatch a crab bare handed, drop it inside, and in a second motion slam the lid down to protect her catch. Ideally, it would be the first of many.

Grievous turned and trotted towards where her catch had been found. The sun was still rising behind the mountain, and they had an hour before proper daylight. It was, according to Morgana, the best and only time to catch these. She had promised to cook the lot if he helped her, and Grievous was eager for food that wouldn't require overworking himself in the heat.


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POSTED: Thu Aug 09, 2018 2:52 pm

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It was far too hot, even here, where he thought the sea-breeze may have brought in something a little cooler off northern coasts, than further south at Fort Preble. All he got were pathetic little spits of spray, even along the beaches here - rumors of a bridge, somewhere, he thought he had heard. He didn't believe it one bit; land didn't change like that.

Ocean was ocean. Land was land. Outside of the scope of youth, nothing changed as far as islands rising out of the sea, land crumbling away to water - it didn't make sense. That was the stuff of fairytales. Figures were down further on the pebbly beaches, ruddy, ruddy red and soft pale greys, and the hefty boy trotted over quickly on his two feet, slipping occassionally through slick, damp sand that loosely clung onto rock, cider eyes catching how the red woman snapped something shut into a basket with a look of intrigue.

Hey! Hello, he started, bubbly and curious, before he caught himself, and bowed his head, clearing his throat a little as he thought to start over, before getting ahead of himself. I am Seppo Rask.

The interjection was stiff, lame, before he continued his prior pattern, not daring to ask for a name - the Erilaz had been stern enough to deter him. As far as he was concerened, these figures were more important than he could grasp, probably -

Are you getting trinkets or something? Seppo's nose was working, eyes on the basket, though he caught the whiff of nothing but brine. Can I help?


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POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 5:36 pm

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A chunky, dark-faced hybrid came trotting towards them. He was unfamiliar, though Morgana seemed to recognize him – she smiled at least, something she did not do around entirely unfamiliar people. Grievous thought her an easy read compared to most women, though liked this about her. She was forward in the way Idrieus was forward, and he certainly liked Idrieus.

It seemed she was all he thought about recently. This couldn't be helped, he supposed, so many things just reminded him of her.

Good morning, Grievous rumbled. He saw Morgana glance in his direction and realized he had not used the common tongue, but did nothing to correct this. Grievous Eternity, Henchman.

We're gathering food, actually, the woman patted her dripping basket. You'll have to be fast to catch these, though, they snip, she winked and clapped her fingers together to imitate a crab's claw. I remember you, Seppo – well, not directly, I don't think we've ever really met – but I remember seeing you and your sister when you were smaller. I am Morgana Revlis, a Tradesman. If you'd like to help, all our catch will be going into a delightful bake later today. Have you eaten these before? They're so tasty, Morgana waved a hand and turned back to the task, humming as she went.

Grievous only watched her briefly, obviously more interested in the new arrival.

You're big, he stated obviously. Do you fight?


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POSTED: Tue Aug 14, 2018 1:40 pm

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The pale man spoke something Seppo did not understand, and his little triangle ears twitched a moment on his head, before the newly-named Henchman spoke again, and the perplexed expression gave way quick to his easy-going, beaming grin once again. The red woman, someone from back where he was born, spoke up, and his tail wagged a mellow and eager beat.

Oh! Yeah, I remember seeing you around, he mentioned, sheepishly, as he had little nerve to approach anyone outside of his immediate family. Much less pretty individuals, who hardly had time for awkward, rambunctious children. It's very nice to meet you both -- you, uh, officially, miss!

Was he supposed to bow? He did anyway, a tiny dip at his waist, before his interest was pulled to the basket, and Morgana's pinching fingers. Can't say I have! he answered, to catching, or eating these delicacies, and his spice-eyes skimmed among rocks for snippers. The white man addressed him again, and pulled up his attention as well while he shuffled uneasily among slick earth. If there was any intended insult, Seppo certainly hadn't noticed it, and simply slapped a palm against his belly with a grin and offered up a little laugh.

Me? Oh, uh, I don't! I'd like to learn, though, he answered, before spotting something utterly alien scuttle its way across sand and rock. Seppo gave chase, stooped to reach out for it, only for it to raise its pincers in threat which caused the boy to reel slightly. There was hesitance as the crab squared off against his hands, before he awkwardly scooped it up, only for claws to latch onto the side of his palm.

The round boy hissed, sharply as it continued pinching and fighting his hands, and with a stiff-legged gait, he awkwardly transported the vicious little thing to the Tradesman's basket, muttering painful little sentiments beneath his breath before trying to shake the crab loose. He rubbed his hand, pursing his lips, before he looked back up to the Henchman.

Are you a teacher?


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POSTED: Mon Aug 20, 2018 6:15 pm

[WC: 278] that moment when u realize u have become an adult

Standing in the damp sand, Grievous watched as the boy explained himself and went about a rather unfortunate crab-catching experience. He was more interested in how Seppo contained himself. This was a good sign, and one that suggested some level of discipline.

Seppo's question surprised the Henchman, who all at once realized he was no longer young. This felt strange – he had been an adult for quite some time, but his interactions with younger people was limited to O'Riley (who now lead them, perhaps as he always had been meant to). Grievous' perception was skewed by this, and so he took a moment to consider how best to answer what was, he imagined, a still-impressionable young person.

Sometimes, Grievous admitted. His ringed eyes looked Seppo up and down once again. Have you never been in a fight? The gray wolf asked, though supposed life was not half so violent in Portland as this northern land made things seem, given the size of the young man and his lack of scars.

There were, certainly, those unfit for violence. Children did not belong in battle, though it had been war where he had cut his teeth and war which nearly killed his brother.

Morgana's tune became a wordless song that carried over the water as she walked. The sound perturbed his senses, though for reasons beyond the natural – one merely needed look at the trinkets and charms she wore to realize Morgana was deep into the occult. For all he knew, her song was some sort of spell too.

She was here for a reason, and he had not forgotten that even if he did not know why.


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POSTED: Tue Aug 21, 2018 12:37 am

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The silvery man was silent a beat, and Seppo took the moment to nurse his hand, rubbing the ache out of pinched skin and meat, as they seemingly assessed one another.

The Henchman's silence wracked on his nerves somewhat, and the boy wondered a moment if he had made yet another faux-pas, but before he could abruptly offer up his apologies with the slow down-curve of his lips, Grievous had spoken up again, and instead gave him something entirely new to ponder over. The spice-eyed boy glimpsed up a moment to think the question over, and hummed aloud.

A fight, he repeated, before letting out a small chuckle. I've wrestled with Kjell plenty of times! he finally answered with a relaxed grin - his poor brother often wound up pinned beneath his weight, one way or another. But I don't know if that counts as a real fight, more just... Tousling.

Seppo himself was still clay, albeit, a sizable chunk - he was round at his edges, gentle in the face, giving to a lackadaisical and care-free nature that he fell so in-tune with. His small triangle ears pulled up high when the woman gave to singing, the lilt of her tones drifting over and casting down onto rock and sand of the beach like down, and he watched her a solid moment, easily transfixed.

For a moment, he let himself be lost in the tune, oblivious to the runes, the magic that so came from Morgana, until he could better recollect himself, and sought out another crab. He was more careful, this time, and avoided the claws, instead struggling against the awkwardly - scraping legs that kept trying to scurry through his fingers and against his palms, as he practically trotted it over to her and the basket.

That's a real pretty tune, he complimented, offering a beaming look to the red woman and her clever, sharp face.


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POSTED: Fri Aug 31, 2018 8:38 am

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Grievous recalled his own wrestling bouts – with three siblings these had occurred often. Misery usually won.

Of course, it had been a long time since he had played for fun. The war had happened, and then his family had been broken, and then abandoned this place to seek answers elsewhere. Grievous did not know if the mountain called Khalif or its people had these. His mother had always seemed to believe so. They had tried to kill her and she still believed in them, and he supposed that was worth something.

It was hard to rationalize leaving anyone behind, but they had. He no longer thought too deeply on the matter, and allowed the hurt to scab over like a wound.

While the gray wolf considered this, Morgana's song attracted the easily-distracted Seppo. She seemed oblivious to this until he approached. Rising from where she had squatted to catch her own prize, the witch pushed her tousled hair back (it stayed out of her face by means of the leather bandanna on her head, but was long enough the wind tugged at it from all sides). She smiled back at him. She was very good at smiling and paying attention to people, and this was what made her a good trader.

Why thank you, she said. I find it helps the work go faster, Morgana added with a wink.

She seemed intent on this, and did not linger long to chat. When Grievous arrived to deposit his own catch he resumed his own questions.

A real fight, Grievous began. I think you will know what that feels like, when it happens. He had scars all over his face and shoulder, and did not think about the incidents which caused them with any sort of delight. What do you want to do?


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