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POSTED: Mon Sep 03, 2018 9:58 am

She had prowled along the coast looking for various goods to collect, her makeshift sack slung over her right shoulder. Beach combing was always an adventure Ceridwen was willing to invest in, for all sorts of things could be found washed up on the shore, besides the typical pieces of driftwood, clusters of seaweed, and pale dead fish. Though she had intended to spend the day foraging, she ended up finding a strange little land bridge, parting the salty waters on either side. Standing before it, the salty wind ripping at her cowl, she recalled a story of some prophet or another parting the sea for his followers to escape their enemies. The thought made her shudder, as she wondered if she could ever be so enamored with another being that she would foolishly follow them across any such dangerous path. It took her a moment, but she finally decided that no magician could persuade her to do something so illogical. As that thought formed in her mind, however, she realized that she had taken a bold step out onto the bridge.

Ceridwen blinked, surprised. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her, so it seemed. Looking from side to side, she assessed her current situation. The land bridge was wide, and truly sandy in some places; a concern from the young traveler, who had learned about tides at a young age. She recalled her father teaching her and her siblings the the tide schedule on their little island home, and how to apply that knowledge to new situations. Ceridwen pushed her toes deeper into the gravel, anchoring herself. As the minutes passed, she could see that the tide was beginning to rise, dissolving the land bridge one inch at a time. It was far too dangerous for her to risk exploring now. She was unfamiliar with the area, and knew very well that within an hour, the land bridge could be fully submerged, leaving her stranded in the middle of an ocean.

With a heavy sigh, she stepped back, deciding that she would camp out on the beach to observe the tides. Then she would know how it affected the surrounding area. Timing tides made her feel a pang of loneliness, for she was used to sharing such information between her siblings. Theirs was the only company she missed, and even then, she thought of them rarely. Frowning, she tucked a loose strand of platinum hair behind her right ear, allowing the rest to fall haphazardly over her bone mask that covered the left side of her face. She had better things to do than to dwell on her solitude.
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POSTED: Tue Sep 11, 2018 10:18 am

OOC: Lee is in Lupus form.

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Galilee knew the ocean well: the tides, the currents, the waves. It was unpredictable as it was never-changing, and most didn't speak its language. Her father certainly didn't; he was terrified of the sea that had stolen so much from him. Lee might have been traumatized by the water, too, had he thrown himself into the deeps like he threatened -- but instead she had befriended the ocean, familiarized herself with it.

Or at least familiarized herself with Cour des Miracles' shore.

For all her pride and bravado, Lee still had a lot to learn and explore. Bored with the routine in the Court, she journeyed out to investigate the rumored land bridge that had turned the Bay of Fundy into a great lake. An act of God if she'd ever seen one.

She slowed from her trot when she reached the stone-and-sand formation, rocks jutting out at unnatural angles, seafoam creeping up toward abandoned tide pools. The wolfdog licked her lips, hopping onto a broken boulder, then peered out at another shape on the beach. A red merle woman with ivory hair, earthy-smelling over the stink of brine, was surveying the rocky bridge.

Lee barked out to her, wagging her tail. "Bonjour!" she said, emulating one of Skoll's cheesy winks (she was far more successful than he, having both eyes). She slipped off the boulder and approached at a jog, shaking sea spray from her coat.

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POSTED: Tue Sep 11, 2018 10:59 am

A bark drew her from her reverie, the sharp sound quickly swallowed by the sounds of the sea. Her eyes widened, the sole gesture to interrupt her cool demeanor. By the time she turned to face the stranger, however, her expression had returned to signature stoicism. "Oh," Once again, she found herself caught off guard, having come face to face with a sun-spun creature. Although she registered the individual as someone around her age, which was typically enough of an excuse to raise her guard, Ceridwen felt at ease. She felt a genuine kindness towards other woodland creatures, and she always had a soft spot for children. This was likely the reason why she was more welcoming of those who wore their Lupus form.

Without thinking, she extended her hand in the way one might reach out for a handshake, or encourage a cat to give them a sniff. Glancing downward, she figured out what was happening, and froze, looking back up towards the golden furred stranger. Just in time to see her flash an emerald-eyed wink, Ceridwen shifted her gaze elsewhere, a prickle of warmth stinging her cheeks for a heartbeat. The foolish feeling faded fast, and the young canine presented a shy smile.

"Hello." She said, unknowingly returning the greeting. Slowly, she pressed her lips back together, unable to drum up much more for conversation. She had never taken an interest in idle chit chat, and did poorly when interacting with strangers on her best days. Eventually, her hand lowered as well, and she stood in calm silence, contemplating their differences. Together, they formed a jarring tableau; one was wet while the other was dry, one stood upright while the other walked on all fours, and a dozen other opposing traits. Had she anything more useful to do, she might have thought to use it as an excuse to move along. Logic, after all, deducted that these two passing beings were clearly opposites, and thus a more efficient use of their time would be to accept that and continue on separate paths. Ceridwen acknowledged that, but noted the lack of data to explain why defying the natural order would be a poor decision. Her first-hand experience on the matter was limited, allowing her to come to an agreement with what her head and her heart wanted. She opted to stay.
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POSTED: Wed Sep 12, 2018 2:04 pm

The red merle girl turned toward her, reaching out a hand -- one that Galilee approached with a wag of her tail and a lifted muzzle. The stiffness of realization in the loner overlooked by the friendly Courtier, Lee sniffed at her then eased her crooked smile. It seemed like the stranger was the reticent type; nothing followed the shy hello.

Daughter of Skoll, Galilee had no trouble filling in silences. She flipped her tail carelessly behind her, looking out at the bridge. "Did you come from across there, or are you thinking about heading out?" A foolish endeavor with the tide coming in, though Galilee didn't know if the water would cover the rocky stretch of land fully. Time would tell.

"I'm Galilee, by the way. You can call me Lee." Her grin resurfaced with all the subtlety and gleaming whiteness of a great white shark. "I like your style."

Doubtless her father would have some quip about the hipbone mask that covered half the girl's face, but Lee did not judge so strongly. It was merely a curiosity, and her green eyes lingered there. The woman had mismatched eyes, she realized, one icy blue and the one surrounded by bone a deep crimson.

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POSTED: Wed Sep 12, 2018 10:48 pm

Ceridwen took a moment before replying, watching the waves lap at the narrow land bridge, sea spray washing up on the rocks. "From across," She began carefully, folding her arms over her chest. "But I came the long way around." Truly a very long way, considering she had traveled along the coast of Fundy Bay for months. Erroneously, she assumed that everyone had immigrated at some point in their lives, so she felt no need to bring it up.

Instead, she kept her focus on the stranger. Whether it was the rhythmic wag of her tail, or feral appearance, it set Ceridwen at ease. She felt as if they were old friends, and allowed a comfortable silence to lapse between them once more. When she did answer again, it was after briefly fiddling with her mask. It was a style, she could agree. There were so many other ways to cover the mark, but the youth found she liked the weight of the bone best. "Thank you, Lee." She proffered politely, this time averting er gaze in genuine embarrassment. It was worn to conceal, but not to look inconspicuous. In fact, she preferred when others noticed her. It gave her an opportunity to take control of a situation.

Yet with this stranger, she still seemed to struggle. "My grandmother and I made it together." For such a simple statement, it held an immense weight. It was clear that Ceridwen valued the time she had taken to make the piece. No mere object, it was a multifaceted artifact, filled with memories, sentiment, as well as talent. She ran the back of her index finger along the smooth front of the mask. With just a few words, she had revealed so much about herself; who she was, what her abilities were, who mattered most in her life, and the one treasure she possessed.

"My name is Keridwen." She introduced herself, but included no moniker as her company had. No suitable pet name came to mind, and she wasn't creative to think of her own.
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POSTED: Sat Sep 22, 2018 9:26 am

Crossing her arms, the loner explained that she had traveled the long way around the bay. Galilee let out a low whistle. Must've taken you a while. She hadn't properly seen the lands allegedly beyond the land bridge, but she had traveled as far as Amherst with Kalypso -- and that journey had taken days between stretches of walking and rest. It was more difficult avoiding packs along the way, though to hear her father tell of it, there used to be many more packs you had to avoid -- like Inferni, though the man had cut through the coyote's claim once or twice before, he'd bragged. (He hadn't told the truth that they'd chased him out.)

She smiled -- or smirked, her ability to smile sweetly was somewhat marred by her impulse to show all her teeth at once like she was in on a joke -- as the dog touched her mask. She seemed a little bashful about it, though that was a hell of a thing considering how obvious of a decoration she had chosen. It couldn't be comfortable or too light, Lee thought, but then again even wearing a loose shirt made her feel restrained.

Galilee found herself shaking her ruff, her necklace swinging at her throat, the little star pendant bouncing and gleaming. She thought about her father's own necklace, given to him by Lee's grandmother on her deathbed. She wondered how she might feel working together on such a thing. Certainly, Ceridwen's grandmother wouldn't be forgotten, even if she had only just been left behind across the bay rather than deceased.

She sat down, her tail stirring in the gritty earth. So Ceridwen, she pressed. What made you travel so far? You lookin' for something or on a journey or what?

Many people, in Lee's experience, wandered. Some were fleeing something -- enemies, regret, even something like starvation and loneliness. Others marched along trade routes for business rather than pleasure. But a few simply wanted to explore, to see what the world had to offer, and a little piece of Galilee had inherited this. Loyalty and love for her family and her home tethered her to her Kingdom, but maybe one day...


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POSTED: Tue Oct 02, 2018 12:02 pm

Ceridwen nodded solemnly, thinking back on the long weeks of travel she had endured to get to where she was now. "It did." She confirmed, without elaborating. As soon as she was certain that she had enough life skills to move away from her family, she had done so. Of course, she had not been alone the whole time. Only in the last leg of her journey had she gone at it alone, but it had not been so bad. Out of habit, she readjusted her mask, feeling the weight of it rest against her cheekbone. It was a cumbersome, impractical thing, but she could see where improvements could be made to make the next one lighter, fit better. It was a winter project that she looked forward to starting, though she sorely missed the woman who had helped her to create the first prototype.

"You could say i moved out on a whim." That's what her father had called it, jovially teasing her the whole while she had made her plans and preparations. "My family is semi-nomadic, but I would rather stay in one place." She shrugged, looking Lee over once again from nose to tail. A well fed creature, probably bred and born in the area, Ceridwen could not help but feel a pang of jealousy. It must have been nice, to say that generations of family members were tethered to something somewhere; something that was not quite as pressing as upholding the balance between peace and war, overseeing their cycles, and training future generations to learn how to contain the process.

Her tail wavered uneasily, as she looked away from her company. "You can say I become rather attached to things... so moving around constantly is not my ideal lifestyle." Now she suddenly felt the urge to fill the silence, to try and cover her tracks in case she had been to open or forward. "Have you lived here all your life?" She tried to shove the spotlight away from herself, hoping that perhaps her furry friend would divulge some interesting information.
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POSTED: Wed Oct 03, 2018 9:10 pm

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You would rather stay in one place, so you traveled all the way out here, Galilee teased, her tail waving behind her to take the sting from her words. She understood, though, or thought she did. When she had been at her angriest at Skoll, she had wanted to flee -- to wander over the mountains and across the plains and escape the feeling of being fenced-in. These days, though, she felt like she and her father understood each other very well. It was easy when they were so alike.

Ceridwen elaborated, explaining that she didn't want to be whisked away from the things she grew attached to, and Lee nodded. Gotta suck, leaving people and places behind. I get it. Another nod. I was born in Cour des Miracles, maybe half a day's trot that way. Her muzzle swung around to indicate the inland forest. Never been away from home for more than a week or so, myself. My dad was born in that pack, too. It's been around a long time.

Her green eyes flickered Ceridwen's way, thoughtful, almost searching to see whether her words had piqued interest in the merle dog.


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POSTED: Wed Oct 03, 2018 9:28 pm

Ceridwen blushed and looked away, unable to drum up a clever retort in such a short amount of time, as Lee had done. She was not gifted with a silver tongue, and certainly did not try to pretend like she was. "I was born somewhere nice, a little island just an easy swim from the mainland during the summer." She mentioned casually, almost incidentally. At first, she thought they were just making conversation, but there was a point that her companion was trying to make. Ceridwen bit down on her tongue for the duration, waiting patiently, listening with clear interest. She had only ever heard of homes like the one Galilee belonged to, where generation after generation thrived, building a tangible legacy; where the youths did not have to work hard to earn their honour. She felt, for a moment, a pang of jealousy, as she thought of such an easy life.

"I figured I would just travel until I found a place that felt like home, where I could put roots down, and start to grow something." Of course, she meant that quite literally. With a permanent home, she could grow a garden, specialize in plants that required more intensive care. "The place where I was born, my mom was born there too. And my grandma. They keep coming back because it's a nice place to raise pups. When the weather is mild, the family returns. During the harsher months, they retreat to an underground society." She shrugged, as if some secret society with exclusive membership was no big deal. "But I don't like the dark much, and I didn't care for the politics." This time, her nonchalant shrug was accompanied by a shift in her stance, as if she grew weary of standing in one place.

"I suppose if I find myself in that area, I should ask for you." It was not a promise that she would come by, or even consider joining Galilee at her home, but it was better than nothing at all. It very well could become her next home; Ceridwen was simply going wherever the wind took her at this point.
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