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- Orin Takekuro - 03-31-2010 [html] OOC WC 593 Winter and spring jostled for position in Nova Scotia. The temperatures had already raised significantly and the last remnants of the soft, powdery snow had melted into muddy puddles, but night still threatened a fierce chill that occasionally would cling desperately to several of the early hours of the day. Inevitably, Spring would win, but this battle between the seasons kept the days interesting while it lasted. Orin had watched the morning throughout sunrise and its infant hours from the main room of the Chien Hotel, nestled warmly into a chair by a small woodfire with a modest blanket over her lap. She had been reading, but only casually this morning, for she had been enjoying the peacefulness of the dawn and had not wanted to disturb it with any light save for the little blaze that crackled beneath the hearth. As the small creatures outside began to stir and chatter as they began their morning, Orin found her attention wandering away from her book. She gazed out the window thoughtfully, peering across the yard and to the cluster of bare trees that grew outside the gates. A quick glance towards the fire and she realized it had burned itself down to small, smoldering coals, it would be out soon. She stood and draped the blanket over the chair and set her book on the table, and meandered out onto the front stoop. There was still a biting chill in the air, but it was still much warmer than it had been when she arrived in the Northern lands, and the cold was no match for her thick coat. Her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply, tasting the sweet morning dew and letting it invigorate her body. It was enough to wake her up. She happily bounded off the front step, her paws landing gracefully on the damp ground. The pathway to the gates was littered with puddles, some farther out in the yard even worthy of being called a small pond. “Goodbye, little snow,” she said softly with a wave of her hand. She had meant to mostly amuse herself, but suddenly felt a pang of loss. This had been the first time she had ever seen the snow, and it was so marvelous with the way the ice crystals glistened in the bed it made on the ground. It had been a cause for celebration between her and her brother, and it marked her first impression of the lands of Cour des Miracles. . . and now it was gone. A little somber, she sighed softly and yearned for the return of winter. Saying her farewells to the snow, she slipped out the gate that confined the Chien Hotel and turned her eyes upwards, inspecting the trees as she trailed along the wall. Some of the resilient and healthier ones were already beginning to sprout leaves, but she still only had a vague idea of what this place would look like in full bloom. That was when a cluster of thorny, vine-like stalks caught her eye. They grew against the gate wall, and were bare and stick-like at the moment. She bent down and inspected the stems, and mused at how like a rose stem these stalks looked. She once read a story in which a magical rose portended the amount of time the hero had left to break his curse. If the rose wilted completely, he would have been doomed for eternity. She cocked her head to the side as she wondered if the magical flowers would grow here, too. <style type="text/css"> .orin-a01 b{font-weight:bold; color:#293412; letter-spacing:1px; } .orin-a01 p{text-indent:25px; padding:0px 10px 10px 15px; margin:0px;} .orin-a01{width:400px; background-color:#8F9674; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/orintable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 255px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3D3F29; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-01-2010 [html] table © Alli
.alaine001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f7cc; letter-spacing:1px; } .alaine001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#eeeeee; text-align:right;} .alaine001 p {text-indent:30px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .alaine001 {margin:0 auto; width:345px; background-color:#aba2c1; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ine001.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #52466c; padding: 0px 0px 160px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#eeeeee; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 04-01-2010 [html] OOC No worries, your writing is beautiful! Mammoth post all you want. WotD: hugger-mugger, adjective - Secret. WC 539 The sound of the squeaking hinges rang in her ears as Alaine slipped through the gate herself, but the silence that followed the clack of the fastening gate led Orin to believe that whomever had come by had ambled off to do their daily business, and she was much too intrigued by the hugger-mugger story of just whatever may grow here to inspect who had gone by. But before she could speculate more, it seemed the very trees answered her unuttered query. White ears perked in surprise and swiveled towards the voice, standing as her small body followed suit. She turned to look at Alaine, her face a pall of surprise and delight. Well, it seems she was wrong, indeed, about the stranger wandering off. For here she was, imparting a bit of sage wisdom on little Orin; it amused her tremendously. The thought of reacting poorly to Alaine had not even crossed her mind. Although she had been startled, she had not been doing anything particularly private nor required solitude, so when her eyes took in the woman’s crimson-clad form and cream-toned features, she smiled her familiar, welcoming smile. Her shock ebbed quickly as Alaine’s delicate voice related the snippet of detail about the plant she had just been admiring. “Rosa Gallica,” she repeated in a hushed whisper, more mouthing the words than anything. She wanted to commit it to memory but hoped Alaine did not think she was mocking her. Always curious, her mind was brimming with questions both of the flower, and of Alaine herself. Orin had not seen nor met this woman before, but a covert once-over told her that there was something likable about her. Unable to espy many of the woman’s features beneath her cloak, she surmised from Alaine’s pretty visage and tired eyes that she was still youthful, but had already been through the experience of a lifetime. The storyteller within her wanted to know her tale, but Orin had learned long ago that these things only come with time. “Thank you,” she trilled pleasantly, glancing back to the tangle of rose stalks. “I don’t have a lot of experience with flowers, I was wondering if they grew like this flower in a book I read. . .” She raised an eyebrow and braved the question she had really been pondering. “Does it have magical properties?” ‘Magical,’ in Orin’s mind, sounded far less absurd that it probably did to everyone else. Most of what she knew about the world had been constructed around books and novels, and she often had difficulty identifying fictional tales from true accounts. Still, even if the flowers had healing properties, she may even consider that magical. “Broth for what?” Aye, she was full of questions, and tried to pick and choose the right ones without overwhelming Alaine on their first meeting. ‘Broth,’ just like ‘magic’ to the girl, could have a miasma of applications as well! Somewhere in it all, she finally remembered her manners. She jumped a little in surprise as she realized she hadn’t bothered to even introduce herself to the woman before she started in with her constant search for education. “I’m Orin, by the way,” she offered her hand. “Pleased to meet you!” <style type="text/css"> .orin-a01 b{font-weight:bold; color:#293412; letter-spacing:1px; } .orin-a01 p{text-indent:25px; padding:0px 10px 10px 15px; margin:0px;} .orin-a01{width:400px; background-color:#8F9674; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/orintable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 255px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3D3F29; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-02-2010 [html] table © Alli
.alaine001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f7cc; letter-spacing:1px; } .alaine001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#eeeeee; text-align:right;} .alaine001 p {text-indent:30px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .alaine001 {margin:0 auto; width:345px; background-color:#aba2c1; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ine001.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #52466c; padding: 0px 0px 160px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#eeeeee; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 04-02-2010 [html] WC 417 Amber tinted eyes rounded as Alaine talked, and the little white wolf found herself instantly enamored with the woman. She wove together such incredible words, pleasant words like ‘midnight creepers’ and ‘silver-beet’ and things that sounded like they were right out of a fairytale. To top it off, it was accented with a perfectly smooth cadence and without a doubt on her mind. Orin was suddenly in awe of the Court’s resident apothecary; a sensation that was only heightened when Alaine mentioned her rank and duty to the pack. Yet when Alaine denied the magical potency of the Rosa Gallica, she could not sustain her disappointment as her ears tipped back and her face filled with a funny sort of distress. She quickly consoled herself, quietly thinking about Alaine’s promise of the flower’s beauty and the things it could do. “Well, I can’t wait to see it in bloom, then! Its versatility makes it sound like it’s perfect for your profession.” Suddenly she turned her eyes back to Alaine and a look of sneaking suspicion crossed her face. It was almost mischievous, if it had not been padded by her youthful grin. “Wait a second. . . an apothecary. . ? Isn’t that who people go to to get poisons?” When Alaine first stated her skill, Orin’s mind connected it with healing, but upon second thought she remembered a plethora of stories in which an important character, a distressed vixen, or a dastardly villain, obtained fatal toxins from the apothecary in order to execute their misdeed, or cunning trickery. Still, despite the portrayal of the apothecary in so many stories (and namely plays), the position itself had rarely been described as wrongdoing; it was merely the other characters who misused the apothecary’s talents. Somehow she found it hard to believe that the prepossessing woman beside her was wicked, and the thread of her thought reflected in her eyes as well as actions when she did not reel away from her packmate in horror. She put a hand to her chin, seriously considering Alaine’s offer, but unable to come up with any needs at the moment. “Hmm. . . there’s nothing I can think of, unless you can whip up something to make my brother whine less.” She winked playfully, a whimsical expression coming over her features as she considered more thoroughly what Alaine does. “Your profession is so intriguing though! Do you maintain these flowers, then?” It was obvious she was biting back a further, exhilarated interrogation. <style type="text/css"> .orin-a01 b{font-weight:bold; color:#293412; letter-spacing:1px; } .orin-a01 p{text-indent:25px; padding:0px 10px 10px 15px; margin:0px;} .orin-a01{width:400px; background-color:#8F9674; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/orintable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 255px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3D3F29; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Alaine Winters - 04-24-2010 [html] table © Alli
.alaine001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f7cc; letter-spacing:1px; } .alaine001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#eeeeee; text-align:right;} .alaine001 p {text-indent:30px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .alaine001 {margin:0 auto; width:345px; background-color:#aba2c1; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ine001.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #52466c; padding: 0px 0px 160px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#eeeeee; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 04-30-2010 [html]
ooc... No worries, I understand things pop up. Hopefully we’ll get back on track and maybe get her that rank back. =)
WC 429 The girl giggled freely as Alain burst into laughter at the joke about brothers. Though she wondered to herself if she had only been half joking. “Certainly, then, do keep me up to date,” she managed to reply through musical giggles, and then began to calm herself, and as her laughter abated she too felt a warm tendril of kinship with this other woman. She hadn’t met many of the members of Cour des Miracles yet, and was proud that this fact was changing, and that she had already found someone she seemed to instantly take to. (Though, finding someone Orin didn’t like right away was like finding the needle in the haystack.) Her caramel eyes widened in excitement when the woman invited her to come along with her, and her heart tripped. She couldn’t contain the ear-to-ear smile that forced itself across her ivory muzzle. “Oh, really? That would be terrific, I’d love to come with you. I didn’t have anything else to do with myself today except the usual, ruin my posture and eyesight over books.” Suddenly she wished she’d carried her journal with her today. Ever since Niro gave her the new, clean, fresh diary for their birthday, she had been leaving it behind more often and coming to write in it in the evenings, instead of writing in it while she was out. Her old journal had seen so much time, weather, and abuse that it was going to be a tricky business to copy over the logs onto new, fresher pages so they would be more concrete. Bah, it’ll be fine, she thought. I’ll just log everything as soon as we’re done! “I would love to learn more about the plants around here, and with all the trouble Niro gets into, it’ll do him some good if I can recommend him a tea or a cure, though, if he gets into anything really messy I’ll just come running to you.” She grinned and winked. Of course, by ‘all the trouble Niro gets into,’ she was referring to the wild adventures the continually forced him on, the piggy-back rides he was required to give her on her silly days (which was every day), and the many, many excursions for books and other bric-a-brac she decided she wanted. Unsure of just where Alaine planned to go, she let the woman lead by a step and followed at her side. “So, you mentioned you have a son. How old is he? And so then you two haven’t been in the pack for too long, just before winter?” - Alaine Winters - 05-03-2010 [html] table © Alli
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ooc... Aw thank you so much! I was thinking the same of you, I'm learning from your style. ^.^
WC 754 The girl balked at the way the word ‘books’ seemed to strike her companion and roll so unfamiliarly off her tongue. She kept pace with Alaine but her eyes widened and her maw parted in slight amazement as she cocked her head sideways, brooding. Had she just imagined that? Was Alaine’s inflection just a mistake? Or was she really unfamiliar with books?! This could not be! Without trying to embarrass Alaine, she leaped at the opportunity to elaborate, arms and hands motioning passionately as they walked to illustrate her meaning. “Yeah, books! You know, where we can chronicle stories, histories, information. . . like information on plants and herbs! I love them, I have tons of them. Well, I don’t have tons, but I have had tons in my life. It was hard back where we used to live, so once I finished one I usually had to leave it somewhere. We couldn’t stick to one place for too long and more than one or two were too heavy to carry along with us. But now that I have a room here,” she motioned behind her in the direction of the Chien Hotel, though now only a speck of the wrought-iron fence could be seen from the trail they followed, “I hope to get a good collection going.” As Alaine’s expression brightened and she told Orin about her son, she watched the woman’s face and tones intently. Like most good mothers, she seemed proud of her child despite how much the responsibility must tax her. She opened her mouth to inquire about Alaine’s mate, but suddenly a small instinct within her told her it would be better to let this topic come around on its own, and she hushed. She did not exactly understand why it felt inappropriate, and usually Orin would delve into a haze of curious questions without hesitation. Whilst she still had that same overly-enthusiastic, inquisitive character, she wondered if there was a new maturity overcoming her. . . Oh no, that can’t be it! Most likely Alaine already said something, and she had forgotten, so she decided not to ask so as not to embarrass herself. Yes, that was it, for certain. “He sounds great, I would like to meet him,” she crooned, referring to Caillen. As Alaine went on to tell the worrisome details of just how she came to become a member of Cour des Miracles, her ears swiveled back a bit and she looked honestly concerned. “Wow, that’s quite a story. So. . . does everyone trust you now, or do you still have problems because of the. . . misunderstanding?” Orin didn’t see why anyone would distrust this woman. It was obvious that she was just doing her duty and trying to keep her pup alive and strong, anybody could understand the necessity, right? She pondered for a moment, wondering how Alaine would have been treated if it had not been for her healing abilities. She understood, perhaps, the pack asking Alaine to do some work in exchange for the cow she took to repay her debt, and hoped that is all they would have asked of her. Come to think of it, before now, Orin had never considered such business. Everyone she had met in the Court had seemed quite pure, but it suddenly became plainly obvious that she should ask more questions if she were to know who it is she chose to live with. Yes, more questions than she already asked. Suddenly her companion bristled, a liquidy word flowed off her lips, and she crouched down and began tending a thicket of flowers. Oh, the amazing things this woman said! It surpassed any of the illustrious fantasy novels she had ever read, and what’s more, was real life! She marveled at Alaine for a moment before kneeling down next to her at the edge of the flower bushel. “Feverfew.” She repeated, just as she had before. Again to ensure she remembered she chanted in a whisper, “feverfew, feverfew, feverfew. Soothes headaches. Lessens fevers.” Stealing a brief and apologetic glimpse at Alaine to ensure she didn’t think she was mocking her, she smiled as she reached out for a stem, but did not yank the flower from its roots yet. “Sorry, just trying to remember it for my journal entry later. Its amazing how you can spot them, they just look like daisies to me. So, do you pick them now, or come back for them later if you need them? Do they keep?” - Alaine Winters - 05-14-2010 [html] table © Alli
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WC 789 It suddenly dawned on Orin that it was quite miraculous, to her, that Alaine knew so much about herbs and healing but had, as she professed, never utilized a book to her advantage. Her face scrunched in thought for a moment, “So. . . You learned everything you know without the use of a book to study from?” She questioned, wondering who Alaine’s mentor had been, or if she had some other means to her education which Orin could not puzzle out. “You just keep all your knowledge in your head?” She cocked her head in thought, but as she contemplated it she realized that she, too, had pretty incredible powers of retention, and it was not unbelievable that Alaine was as intelligent as well. But somehow, the thought of not having journals to log thoughts in felt unnerving. There were so many things she contemplated on the fly and wrote down for later research. What could one forget about if they didn’t write it all down every night? Then again, it’s not as though Orin went back to every entry she had ever made. There were probably a lot of journal pages left unturned and unseen after she logged her entry. . . but the thought still made her feel. . . naked. Alaine didn’t feel that way without books or journals. . . she wondered if someone who didn’t know about books felt displaced, or just completely normal? She was distracting herself, so she returned to the question Alaine had posed. “Yes, that’s exactly it. We. . . humans did it a lot, and now a lot of Luperci know how. . . can write with symbols that represent language, and draw our thoughts in books as well. That way you can pass your knowledge down to someone else who you might not be able to teach in person. We can draw on knowledge and histories from well before we even existed. I. . . have this theory. . .” - for a moment she was apprehensive, as though there was something to be embarrassed in how deeply she had thought it out - “That humans didn’t have ancestral memory. I don’t even think they had instincts. So if they weren’t around in the flesh to teach the next generation how to survive, they would have died out. . . Well. . . I mean. . . way sooner than they did, anyway.” She waved a hand, dismissing the thought. “Anyway, with a personal journal, you can log the things you did and learned that day, or anything you want to learn in the future, so you don’t let your thoughts or knowledge get away from you in the bustle of life. And I know for a fact that there are books out there, printed both by humans or our kind, that would have a lot of information on herbs and flowers and botany. The hardest part is just finding it.” A friendly, encouraging smile crossed her muzzle and she giggled at a stray thought. “I could send Niro out to find you one.” It was only half in jest; she really would pester her brother until he was forced to at least make an effort, if Alaine wanted her to. Then she realized something more; if she didn’t know what books were, the likelihood of Alaine knowing how to read very well was slim. “I could teach you to read and write! . . . if you needed. I know short-hand too, so you can write thoughts down a lot faster that way.” As she babbled on endlessly, she watched Alaine pluck the flower from the plant and finally hushed as she recited her ritualistic thanks to Mother Earth. Her mouth dropped into an O and her eyebrows arched, but Alaine was answering her question before she had the chance to ask. A little smile played on her muzzle, and she glanced back and forth from Alaine to the flowers in thought. She had never been taught any spirituality, nor how to respect the earth beyond the simple beauties and pleasures it offered. “Wow. . . I never thought of it that way. So. . . kind of like, everything has a soul?” She contemplated as Alaine explained the process, in short, to her. The scientific edge she had thanks to a chemistry book she had read (that her brother groaned at every time she pulled out) taking effect. “They don’t lose their potency when you do that? Hmm. . .” Then it must be a chemical in the plants, and not the plants themselves, which made it seem less magical to her. . . but that was about as far as her brain could puzzle. - Alaine Winters - 06-23-2010 [html] table © Alli
.alaine001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f7cc; letter-spacing:1px; } .alaine001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif;; font-size:12px; color:#eeeeee; text-align:right;} .alaine001 p {text-indent:30px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .alaine001 {margin:0 auto; width:345px; background-color:#aba2c1; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ine001.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #52466c; padding: 0px 0px 160px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#eeeeee; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Orin Takekuro - 06-23-2010 [html] WC 700+ Did she. . . had she heard Alaine correctly? Her brows furrowed with worry when Alaine spoke the unmistakable sentence, ‘I am undeserving.’ Why? Why would the woman think that? Was she just frightened to learn something new, or was there something more deeply rooted into the woman’s fiber that made her self-conscious? Maybe she still felt guilty about her slapdash injunction into the ranks, felt like she still owed the pack for the food she had taken and did not want to inconvenience the Court any more than she already had. That didn’t make any sense to Orin, though. That had all happened a long time ago, and from what she understood, Alaine’s debt to the Court had been paid. She was just like any other member, and should be treated as such. Her delicate hands flew to her hips, one of which jutted out in a disbelieving stance, and she snorted in defiance, shaking her head gently. “What are you saying? Of course you’re deserving. You’re my pack, and my friend!” Her voice was wrought with concerned honesty. She added, almost as an afterthought, “Plus you’re obviously smart. You’ll learn it in no time, as long as you try and put in the effort. It’s not really that hard at all.” Her visage took on a contemplative look as Alaine elaborated, in her enchanting brogue, about the spirituality she believed. Listening to her now was the first time it occurred to her that Alaine really didn’t seem to be a native of this area. Orin didn’t know enough about the regions here to know if her accent was just the difference of a land away, or if she had come farther than that. She narrowed her eyes as she thought about it. “You know,” she spoke slowly, deliberately, as though she were choosing her words carefully. “I never believed in anything like that. There was never any time for anything but survival when I was young. . . my parents. . . I didn’t know them long enough for them to really teach us if they believed in anything else. A lot of the stories I read have characters that believe, and it’s almost always different with a few similar concepts. Do you think you could. . . teach me what you believe?” It would be a different form of gathering knowledge than Orin was accustomed to, if Alaine obliged. She was used to learning on her own, rarely with a mentor, and the thought of learning about a system of beliefs when spoken with the passion of someone who actually believed was exciting. Coincidentally enough, the two girls seemed to have a similar idea at the same time, for right about when she offered her apprehensive question, Alaine did the same, and her face brightened. A gentle hand clutched Alaine’s arm in excitement, and her eyes rounded with happiness. “Oh my, yes!” It was the first time anyone had asked her to employ her talents and interests for them, and she leaped at the chance almost before Alaine could finish asking. Not only would she be able to help Alaine, but it was just one more thing she could soak up in the meantime as well. “I would love to!” But her expression changed, growing sly yet still pleasant. She raised a finger, “But only on one condition.” She grinned slightly. “You have to learn how to read and write. It’s perfect, really. I can take down what you dictate and teach me, but in return, I will teach you letters and symbols, and you can transcribe them into a second book. That way you can practice, and when we’re done, there will be two copies of your book. You can keep them both, or give one to the pack, or a pupil, or your son. . .” By now, she had a smile that could shame the sunshine. “That would only be fair. The hardest part will be finding blank books, but Niro just got me a new journal so he probably knows where to find them. I imagine there’s got to be some in Lunenburg. I haven’t been there to search, yet, but there has to. Even if not, I have enough loose sheets to get a good start.” - Alaine Winters - 07-02-2010 [html] table © Alli
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