The Fire Survives Wherever There is a Spark

Ralla · 12-14-2011, 09:02 PM

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Sorry for the lateness and shortness! Posts will be longer, I promise! >.< Backdated to November 24 (Nootau: Not visible)

The mountains of Ichika no Ho-en were not terribly cold—or at least in summer, as she was told.

Being now late fall, the tall cliffs and steeps of the peaceful pack were picking up snow, covering the brown foliage. Ralla imagined how beautiful the land must be in the spring and summer, but she would not stay long enough to find out. No; even though the climate didn’t bother her—not at all, in fact, since she was originally from a very cold place—Ralla was intent on exploring the territories within the land (as much as she was permitted). Razekiel had been very welcoming to her, despite her springing such a proposal as she had on him, and although she had yet to meet many others, she knew they were all about the place. Would they be as welcoming as their Seiryu (or so she had been told Razekiel’s title was).

There were some texts within what she was told was the spiritual hall, and so Ralla had spent her first morning reading over what she could salvage from the smudged pages. There were in fact quite a few books that were completely intact, but from those she gathered very odd accounts of a deity called Buddha and Buddhism. The Buddha expressed many teachings about peace, love, understanding, and forgiveness. Ralla decided she quite liked him.

Now it was late afternoon, and the sun had long set beyond the peaks to the west. It was odd to think that just beyond the rim of the mountains the sun would not quite have touched the horizon, as the shadows spread long over the valley below. Was there no fire in the territory? Of course she saw lanterns and small lights, but what about a large one where everyone gathered around? It was with that mission to find such a thing (if there was one) that left Ralla walking about the large gardens, crossing ornate red bridges with a light blanket of fallen leaves to cover the ground. She walked as silent as the rising moon and just as gracefully, lest she disturb those of the pack who may have required complete peace.

Moon walks. Moon talks. Moon thinks.

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Nehalennia · 12-20-2011, 12:27 PM

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I totally suck. End of story. Big Grin Also, does this thread take place in Abbey Gardens? I wasn't sure x_x

Her steps would lead her there, she knew. Long, shuffling steps followed by the sweep of her long, earthy coat behind her to gather the world in its folds. The hood was drawn up, feeling the chill of a cold that took nature by the throat and swept Her lands. But it would not last forever, the silver hybrid knew, for a renewed earth would spring up from the ground, both flora and fauna made new or grow steadily to complete their cycles of life.

Dried leaves crushed beneath the old one's weight as she passed through the gardens with slow, practiced ease, as the Kashyapa spent most of her time around the area. The still afternoon seemed to make the sounds of the pond settle into whispers, hardly taking a breath. Nehalennia, on the other hand, let her aged body move with much a care, the staff above her tinkling to announce her arrival. It was her nostrils, however, that would seemingly not lose its touch, as the silver woman paused briefly to take in a new scent.

No matter how quietly one moved, like a shadow underneath the trees or a stealthy hunter in the tall grass, they would always be found. The eyes of the Mother always watched and knew, but scents would always linger. Sight, then, was a matter of perceiving the world, something Neha would never have, nor have use for. Grizzled muzzle tilted up into the air, and flashed a yellow-tooth grin, her journey taking yet another interesting course as she made her way towards the scent, humming an ancient tune in hopes to gather the stranger closer to her.

Ralla · 01-02-2012, 11:43 PM

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We'll just say it does XD

Ralla perked her ears and straightened her posture the moment that song was heard.

It wasn't that she particularly knew the song or tune, but the woman was very partial to music--loved it, even. On that silent night, the sound of music was welcome, even if she herself had feared disturbing others by creating it herself. Unbeknownst to Ralla, she was playing right into the musician's hands by turning herself to follow it, picking up a scent as she did. No doubt the maker had also picked up her scent, and--ah, there she was. Ralla was greeted by the sight of an elder woman in a long cloak, her gray fur peeking out in some places and her braid woven over her shoulder.

"Good evening," the alabaster woman said politely, bowing low. She knew that she was a stranger in these lands; her scent announced her as such. Hopefully her presence so deep in the territory without an escort would say that she had been welcomed, and not that she was a very skilled trespasser. "Not to be rude, ma'am, but what was that song that you were humming?" Curiosity was always a trait that Ralla could not shake, random as it was in the oddest situations. For an unexplainable reason, the mother felt comfortable around this woman, alone and untimely as their meeting. Or perhaps it was timely?

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

Nehalennia · 01-03-2012, 03:41 PM

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How the young white stranger had come by these lands did not matter to the crone, for there was no danger to be felt. The silver hybrid's trust in Nayru and Razekiel was as firm as the feet she planted onto the soil as Neha ambled forwards. "Holl amrantau'r sêr ddywedant, ar hyd y nos.. 'dyma'r ffordd i fro gogoniant', ar hyd y nos.". Her lips moved slowly and surely as a flowing stream, lungs taking in the growing air of darkness. Words were carefully strung out as if the old one was in no hurry to sing the tune that held no rhyme nor reason to anyone who would not listen.

Her lips slowed to a dull hum as the scent of the female drew closer, like a moth to a flame, and began to speak with an air of softness, an easy flowing form of grace and serenity. A dark ear flicked forward, catching the slight shift of the woman's body as the other bowed. Even as the stranger's query came forth, the hybrid continued to hum for another heartbeat or more, before cutting it off with a yellowed grin. "Ah, you like it, this I know. That is good, child, keep a tune in your heart, and it will never fade." Grizzled muzzle turned upwards, remaining traces of light displaying more of her facial features beneath the hood. The gnarled hand that gripped a staff equal in appearance was raised slightly, tapping the end of it against the earth twice.

"O, how cheerful smiles the star, all through the night.." The wise one sung carefully, edges of the hood slightly shifting backwards as her head remained turned skywards. Dual-colored ears, like night and day, shifted in their position to hear the silent shadow, wings beating the darkening air as if to send Her a message. The milky-eyed woman began the tune in her throat once more as the shadow fell in a swooping descent to the Kashyapa's shoulder. The white-necked raven crooned, dark eyes shimmering in the direction of the stranger as he settled upon his cloaked perch. "So, my feather. You've drifted towards my song, but is there more you seek?" Swirling eyes stared forward, her free hand drawn under the raven's neck.

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