daring to hope

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POSTED: Sun Jun 09, 2019 8:59 pm

Iomair chewed a piece of cured meat as he and Tamlin travelled further North. Their tiny camp had become a living, breathing thing and it filled the Kings heart fit to bursting. New Caledonia would eventually need a place that they could grow into, where Iomair could recruit and rebuild whatever Realm the people demanded of him.

Iomair Natholiel meandered on foot while the scout rode upon Lirael, the pair chattering to one another as they went. Somewhere high above the Menel’s eagle circled, her sharp cry punctuating the direction that their paths lead them. Up here the north was different, sharper somehow. A range of mountains sharp peeked like dragons’ teeth rose in the man’s peripheral, deciduous trees towering over them as they pressed onward.

Somewhere even further Iomair could smell the sea.

The King smiled up at Tamlin as he plucked leaves from a nearby tree, ”How long do you think it will take us to get there?”

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POSTED: Wed Jun 12, 2019 11:44 pm

Despite his best attempts, he had been unable to get Iomair to leave the ground behind and seat himself in the saddle. Each time he looked down upon his King he felt a queer swell in his gut, the kind that told him he was making a mistake—but Iomair had insisted. After all, they were attempting to find him a horse, and someone needed to be astride Lirael to do so. It was true that Tamlin was the more experienced of the duo, but it made him feel lazy to be settled into a saddle when his own Monarch strode beside… but orders were orders, and he would have to do what Iomair had wanted.

At the High King’s question, Tamlin answered first with a shrug, then a furrowed brow. “Well, I suppose that will depend on if the horses cooperate…” Unsatisfied with his own answer, he whistled to call down the eagle, repeating Iomair’s query as she joined them. “Small herd not too far, if King not picky.” Tamlin had nodded, and she had taken it as a cue to leave, and thus the golden brown avian was aloft in the blue again. He looked down at the ropes he had coiled around Sabriel’s perch on the saddle, feeling a bit out of his element. Katoa had been the expert horseman, and though Tamlin hadn’t been without experience in his homeland, those had been tamed horses—or at worst, young horses. He had never captured a wild horse himself, and certainly not solo.

He swallowed down his worries, not eager to make himself look like an idiot in front of the man he adored.

Trees passed, and Tamlin could feel Lirael alter his steps to adjust for the incline they walked along. Unable to bear it much longer, he dismounted swiftly, smiling apologetically at the King. “This way she will have full strength.” He explained, though he felt and looked far more comfortable walking at Iomair’s side than he ever had riding above him.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 17, 2019 12:41 am

Tamlin offered many times for the King to ride the pretty Bucksin, but each time Iomair declined in a gentle tone. Walking like this made him feel more in tune with the earth, and though he was no pathfinder, he did enjoy the rhythmic wandering that came with exploration. The area that surrounded their camp became less and less of a mystery the longer that they stayed there – the trees familiar, the streams familiar – but it was not large enough, and Iomair pined for a place to rest his head that was not made of canvas.

The eagle swooped down at their question, and Iomair bobbed his head as she took off again – the mighty beating of her wings felt against his face.

”Do you think that they will?” He glanced at Tamlin as he dropped from his horses back to walk alongside him. This made him smile toothily, though he attempted to his this beneath the scruff of his muzzle. ”I understand.” They walked together now, matching step for step up the gentle incline that would see them over the next hill. The earth beneath their feet began to change, and Iomair pricked his ears as again the eagle circled, releasing a beckoning call that made it seem as if they were getting close.

”Tell me again how we are going to do this.” Iomair fingered the piece of iron in his pocket, ”I have prayed for luck just in case.”

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POSTED: Tue Jun 18, 2019 1:53 pm

ooc: Let me know if anything needs changing Mander!

At the question, Tamlin offered an awkward half-laugh, glancing up to the sun overhead. “By Menel’s light,” he intoned, almost sheepishly. Lirael had been born on the Anor family farm, learning to accept the Luperci as family from birth. A wild one… well, that was an ordeal all its own. For a while they walked in silence, both like to be ruminating on the task at hand. The trees of the Sugar Loaf Resort passed by them, beginning to thin, when Iomair asked him to reiterate the plan.

“Well,” he paused, clearing his throat. “Ideally, there is some sort of harsh terrain. River, high snow, thick mud. Something else for the horse to fight instead of the rider on its back. In theory, once they have tired themselves of it, they’ll be willing to follow Lirael.” There was unease in the lines of his face, but it wasn’t his own safety that concerned him. No one is generally enthused with the idea of failing in front of their Patriarch. “If we cannot find proper terrain, the fight will be… more intense.” Had Katoa been there, he would have laughed in exhilaration—his brother had ridden more than his fair share of bucking stallions, and had thrived in the opposition. Tamlin had preferred the eagles himself, of training the chicks with other Menel youths. It wasn’t to say he hadn’t ever ridden an unruly horse, but he had not regarded it as his area of expertise.

Now, with the other sun worshippers dead, it seemed it was up to him to pick up their talents.

Time passed, with Iomair and Tamlin discussing the possibilities, and the trees grew further and further apart until they could catch glimpses of open field. Sabriel waited for them in a tree branch, preening her feathers while she waited for them to catch up. “She’s there,” she remarked pointedly, taking a moment to look out to where the High Lands began. Tamlin could smell the salt from the ocean in his nose, and make out the distant colored lumps of horses in the field. “Did you pick a favorite, Sabriel?” He asked, moving to get a better view. “For a King? Only one beauty.” “And a river, on the other side.” Tamlin turned back to smile at Iomair, clearly relieved. It might drown him, but now he had a chance.

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POSTED: Sun Jun 23, 2019 2:03 pm

Sometimes Iomair found himself thinking of the lines that had once divided the Clans so surely. In the times before war the Clans had been keen to only think of themselves – trading between old families or allowing the occasional daughter to marry into a new Clan. The Aegas had always been a proud and steadfast people, though somehow here, in New Caledonia, sometimes Iomair felt as if his ideals were changing.

Here there was color, life – so much traditions that he felt he could almost gather it between his fingers.

There were members now who had traveled the world, who had seen what lay beyond a war torn territory and had seen something more.

Iomair could feel himself changing, could feel that one day soon New Caledonia would become a jewel in the North.

But first he needed a proper horse.

He had thought once that he would be able to trade for one, but this was made difficult for he had nothing to trade. The kind woman that he had met during his wanderings had given him a small packet of seeds and a rusted knife – but she had been an exception to the traders that Iomair had attempted to barter with.

When he and Tamlin came upon the open field Sabriel crowed her findings and the King dipped his head as he listened. ”Alright, good. Thank you Sabriel.”

He twisted to Tamlin and grinned widely, ”Lead the way Scout.”

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POSTED: Sat Jul 06, 2019 6:23 pm

If Tamlin had been hoping to impress his King with his capabilities, what followed afterwards was a lesson in humility. He had anticipated some interest in Lirael from the other horses in the field, and hadn’t been surprised to come under rapt inspection when he rode her out—they had gone slowly, hoping to inspire some measure of confidence in the horses. As it stood, they had merely kept going, maintaining a set of distance between himself and their herd. An impressive white mare seemed to have been the intended target, but when Sabriel attempted to assist by spooking the herd with a low swoop, it had only served to drive the equines to panic, setting them running across the grass. By the time Tamlin and Lirael returned to Iomair, his face was bashfully humbled by his failure, and the white steed had seemed almost gleeful in their failure.

Iomair, for his part, hadn’t seemed overly perturbed at all. Perhaps his years serving at the head of a Monarchy had given him the good graces of controlling his expressions, but Tamlin hadn’t been able to discern disappointment at a cursory glance, and he didn’t want to delve any deeper than he had. Iomair had been all too enthusiastic to assist him, and so the three had gone off again into the meadow, Sabriel flying overhead.

This time around, with all of them working together, they had at least managed to separate the mare from the others. Tamlin was panting from the exertion of their work, and Lirael’s tan sides heaved with each breath. They had crossed the majority of the High Lands, coming alongside some forested overgrowth as the sound of the nearby river tinkled prettily in their ears. The mare moved like a ghost in between the trees, the Luperci in pursuit following behind, as Tamlin fought to ignore the aching in his legs. Following the glimpses of ivory, not wanting to be the one to give up their quest, Tamlin thought he saw the foliage thinning up ahead. When the phantasm shape of the horse erupted into the sunlight, the High King and the Sunwarden weren’t terribly far behind. Driven as they were, however, not a one of them kept walking when they saw what had been hidden behind the trees all the while.

The shape of the white horse disappeared behind a building, but Tamlin made no motion to follow. All around them rose the walls made by mankind, though it had been reclaimed by the forest. Nevertheless, a surprising amount of architecture seemed intact: and more surprising yet, there were no signs of Luperci inhabitants. The mare, perhaps sensing that she was free, made a neigh that sounded surprisingly like a laugh when it bounced off the stone walls of the houses as she made her escape.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 13, 2019 8:37 pm

As a child Iomair like so many others had idolized his brother. Ciryandil had been cut from a different cloth, a boy with a streak of cold-hard steel that had run straight through his core. Their mother had idolized him almost immediately for reasons that Iomair had never truly understood. Ciryandil had dove head first into a life full of obligation and had never looked back, not even to drag his brother after him or to explain the many times that Iomair had discovered him caught up between the arms of another man.

It had taken years for Iomair to see what it was that others could not – to see through the gauze of nobility to the anger that had always bubbled just beneath the surface.

He had never been given the chance to know his siblings.

The horses that they followed were proud and wild things – each time the King thought that they were close enough to rope the beasts they would whirl away. They were all too eager to kick up their heels and canter off into the unknown. Sabriel did her best to separate the animals from one another, but each time she dove the horses were too quick – their tails flashing like banners behind them as they disappeared.

Soon the only animal left was a playful looking mare – her ivory coloring standing out as they followed her through the high lands and across the moors.

Iomair had been forced to shed his cloak, and it hung limply over one of his arms as he panted with disappointment.

”Tamlin-“ He had been about to call of the chase, to tell Tamlin that it was all for naught, when the fort rose up before them as if he had summoned it from thin air. He blew air through his cheeks, twitching his whiskers with surprise as he leaned against Liraels quivering shoulder. "Tamlin! Would you look at that!" A flock of birds lazily floated from a crumbling roof top and Iomair felt himself smiling despite the exhaustion that crept through his body.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 13, 2019 11:57 pm

Perhaps the horse had thought this a fitting trade. My freedom for a mystery. She was a clever bargainer, for both High King Iomair and scout Tamlin Anor stood in awe. Iomair spoke first, a genuine pleasure in the tone that he too believed this place to be some sort of treasure. Tamlin, for his part, let loose a low whistle—the sort that men performed when they found they lacked the words. His eyes snapped to the sky where Sabriel flew. “Sabi, can you take a look around?” He called out to her, and she made an avian noise of understanding, flying ahead to take a look at what they had found. “How many buildings are there?” He asked Iomair, not really expecting an answer, but moreso to reflect how impressed he was by the scale of the place. Tamlin waited until Iomair had taken the first step forward, dismounting from Lirael and letting her rest while they crept into the forgotten fort.

All about them, nature lay claim to what was hers: anything abandoned was imperiled to her touch, and vines grappled with rock until it was pulverized to dust, tree trunks shooting upwards from fractured foundations. Nevertheless, not every building had been reclaimed in totality—there was infrastructure here that could be built upon… The impressive structures that had been abandoned in the death of humanity often stood more strongly than the best of Luperci innovation, and to find such a place abandoned (if he could believe his eyes and nose at this moment) would be a glamorous boon for the Caledonians. Excited though he was, and with a Scout’s instinct to stick his nose into every cranny and nook this place had to offer, Tamlin wasn’t alone: he looked to Iomair, whose golden eyes were surveying everything with the regal gaze of a born Monarch. “I haven’t seen anything like this before, in all my travels in this place.” He admitted, reaching out to touch a wall with his fingers. “Have you, my King?”

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