Hush and fall, the rainman calls

POSTED: Tue Sep 04, 2018 9:19 pm

OOC: For a Mistfell Vale member, please! Come recruit Canary! Also -- lyrics were written by Daniel the bard! ;>

IC:

Rain pattered on the leaves, a comforting shushing sound. Rivulets ran down the greenery like veins, then splashed on the damp, frizzed hair of the coyote under the trees. She was sitting tailor style in the dirt, gently rocking herself, her voice low and crooning as she sang to something grey and fuzzy wrapped up in her arms.

"Hush and fall
The rainman calls
He pulls his hood on over

The loon outcries
The rainman's eyes
To cool the fields of clover..."


The raccoon kit suckled on her finger, its eyes half-shut in their dark mask. Small and hungry, it was of an age where it should be half-weaned -- but the coyote had no milk to give. She'd spat up some of her last meager meal, a mouse, and cradled the babe as she looked for its mother or siblings. That had been hours ago, with no sound or sight of them; even the scent of the family had faded, leaving the runt behind.

Canary had always had a soft spot for strays and orphans.

Thunder rumbled overhead, past the canopy, and the kit opened its eyes and sought hers. She smiled in reassurance, rubbing her thumb across its brow. It ought to have been a lot more afraid of her, she thought, but it had been so cold when she found it -- maybe it didn't care where the warmth and food was coming from. She continued the crooning lullaby, and it resumed suckling.

"The leaves all speak
In a wispy leak
The rainman is not sober..."


Nearby, the big black horse nickered and shook his head, his thick forelock bouncing. Canary smirked over at him as she sang, and his dark pointed ears swiveled toward her. Elvis was all she had left of her little family now; the vagabond hadn't realized she would feel so terribly lonely. With a cat-shaped hole in her heart, and a clan-sized hollow in her soul, she realized she would have a hard time going on alone.

Or perhaps not alone -- people who needed each other usually found each other, in the end. The raccoon kit finally fell asleep in her arms, and her lullaby trailed away, a whisper in the trees like the soft pattering of rain.

"The smooth and deep," she sang,
"Tugs at his sleeve...
And the rainman snores in clover."
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POSTED: Thu Sep 06, 2018 4:58 pm

The sky had finally given way. The hum and crack of thunder and lightning had been teasing its arrival for most of the day and now the droplets were flowing fast and free. While Saga wasn't a huge fan of rain (who was?) she felt grateful that it had caused the temperature to drop significantly. A cold weather creature, the dappled Starkhelm had never had much patience for those sweltering days where you could hear the air sizzling.

Usually, she would have returned home by now, but something had caught her eye as she doubled back from the mouth of the overgrown valley. She'd sought shelter while she'd lingered to observe the golden creature, her fingers resting at the lips of something small. A child? Saga couldn't tell, the breeze blew away from her and the petrichor made it also impossible to focus on anything else. Regardless, it was a queer sight to see someone willing to wait out a storm in the open.

A sharp bark rang through the air, as the curious (and unsubtle) Mistwalker called out from afar.
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POSTED: Thu Sep 13, 2018 12:42 am

Canary looked up at the call, squinting as raindrops splattered onto her muzzle. She'd tightened her arms instinctively around the baby raccoon, which by some miracle hadn't awoken at the bark; it must have been more exhausted than she'd thought. Elvis snorted, mist spraying from his nostrils, and swung his skunk-striped head toward the sound, his forelock matted with rain to his blaze. The big gentle horse was alert, his eyes ringed with white as he tried to see what was there.

Hello, the blonde coyote called back, her voice hushed. She got her feet beneath her and rose, cradling the raccoon kit in one arm as she brushed her wet fringe from her face. Once she saw the stranger, she smiled; how had she been able to miss the dappled creature?

Don't mind us. We're an orphan, a vagabond, and an Elvis, she said, pointing at the coon, herself, and the draft horse who bobbed his head up and down. We don't mean trouble. Just waiting out the storm -- nowhere better for us right now. She didn't mind this so much. Though lonely now, the wanderer was thoroughly used to confronting storms in solitude. There was no danger in summer rain.

She hummed softly as the raccoon turned over in her arm, its skinny tail draped over a wrist.

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POSTED: Tue Sep 18, 2018 10:40 am

As she drew closer, Saga could see that the thing in her arms was not a puppy at all, it wasn't even vaguely canine. No, the little bundle in the stranger's arms was, in fact, a raccoon. She fought to roll her eyes, bemused at the willingness of some to pack bond with whatever small, cute thing they came across. At least it was a rescued orphan and not some ridiculous pet.

'A loner then?' The Starkhelm queried, though it was a rather redundant question. This woman didn't smell like any pack Saga knew of, and she knew of every pack in the area and further over on the peninsula. Vagabond had been the great signal, for she'd never heard of someone with a home regard themselves in such a fashion.

Besides, what person with a home to go to would stand around in the fair, as this blue-eyed stranger had so clearly pointed out. Lime eyes searched the horizon, 'There's probably better places to wait out the rain than a tree, you know...' The landscape of the valley was littered with hunting lodges and old human villages and while they were not in great shape, they likely afforded better cover that an old oak tree.
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