Rainy Day
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Dalgina was curled up in the house, looking outside. Rain streaked past the windows to the floor, splatters coming in where the shutters were open. She watched a puddle form on the ground, drip by drip growing across. It would take time to dry up again. Dalgina didn't feel like going outside when it was so wet. She might not end up soaked, but today she felt like just being by herself, and looking over her drawings.


Stretching she padded downstairs, passing the front door. It was closed, or rain would be coming in from there as well. The house was dark, no light from the sun to filter through. Finding a stub of a candle Dalgina lit it, and stepped over to where her treasures were kept. Jewelry gleamed inside, bracelets and necklaces and even beautiful earrings and anklets covering the cupboard. Dalgina smiled as she lifted them out, spreading them over the ground, and picking through them, playing with their reflections in the light.


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OOC here!


Rain pounded at the ground like the beat of a thousand horses trudging on by. His shop was well protected against the wet assailant and he had no fear of it becoming flooded. He, himself had repaired the broken roof and the clogged guttering, attaching new shutters that he crafted himself and shaped. So young for him to be a chaser of so many skills and yet he was steadfast in his determination, never wavering from his chosen path. But now he was not using his skill at the carving and building arts for his own benefit, he was creating for his sister. Before him a long flowing cloak draped across his workbench.


A merchant child he had proven to be, he had been able to barter such a fine looking skin for a few scraps of bone and fragments of gems. He could be a persuader when he wished, so much more eloquent and poised than his mother or father. The fur had been dark brown but he had dyed it dark as night, dark as his sister's pelt. He had once recalled hearing his sister exclaim upon being so singularly colored, at not standing out like their Mahn or Pandora or even Himself for in the night his coat gleamed silver under the moon. Instead he would make her shine like the moon goddess she was.


It was black yes but it was what was attached to it that made it gleam so brightly. Those gems he had found, what was left of them, a motley collection of sapphires and diamonds, ground up small to create a shimmering blue and ice backdrop on top of the black like so many stars in the night sky. Upon his latest excursion to Halifax and its surrounding houses he had been fortunate to come across a shining ball of hard glass that shimmered, unknown to Honrin the humans had called it a disco ball and it was created purely to refract the light. He had broken the ball up into smaller flatter pieces that were larger than the gem fragments. These he attached to the cloak with small string and a bone needle. Next he had found shards of colored glass that had fallen from a chuch window and shattered against the floor. These rainbow shards he also attached in varying sizes, each ground smooth and even so it would not cut Dalgina.


When at last his masterpiece was completed he held it up to the light, the candle he had lit and the cloak shone and sparkled with the light of all the sparkling objects attached to it, leaving starbursts of color dancing around the walls whenever he moved it. He looked at it with wonder and pride, unable to believe he had created such a thing. Now to deliver his gift.


It was not a far trek to their mother's house from his own workshop but he spent it hunched over trying to keep the gift from getting wet. He had bundled it up and wrapped it in a paper outer covering with a sliver of ribbon as a tie to keep it shut. It would be a surprise like she had never received before. It was dark within the family home when he opened the door and only the flickering of candles illuminated the darkness. there was no other sound apart from the driving rain and the soft tinkling of metal and jewellery and he knew Dalgina was looking through her collection.


'Dalgina? I have something for you' He called out even as he walked towards where she was.



Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii
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Out of character


The jewels glittered brightly as her hands danced over them. Picking up a particularly bright necklace she slipped it over her head, smiling as it caught the candlelight. It was a pearly white, but with the candlelight flickering it was more like an orange ball of fire. Humming a little Dalgina imagined a world of those quiet orbs of flame, each one flickering calmly and quietly. Lost in her dreams she didn't hear him come up behind her.


She jumped as her name was called, twisting around to look. It was her brother, Honrin. The candles reflected in her eyes, looking to dance inside. Smiling she stood up. What is it? She didn't spend much time with her brother, as him and Pandora were the ones that were truly close. It was still good to see him, thinking about what it could possibly be. Catching sight of the package her curiosity increased, delicately stepping through the jewelry to stand before him.


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Word Count → 000 :: >>Artan!<<


He smiled fondly as she jumped and twisted to look who it was. She was the day dreamer, the goddess of fantasy ideas, the queen of inattention. He held out the package of paper and ribbon for her to take. Knowing instinctively that she would love what he had made for him, that she would love anything he made for her purely because he had made it for her but the glitter and brilliance would make it all that more special for her.


'You once said that you wanted to shine like the moon. So I made it possible for you to do so, even brighter than the moon too!' His eyes were bright as he watched her, he loved her so very dearly, maybe not in the way he thought he loved Pandora and Mahnaya but it was still a fierce burning love. He would never hurt her, this he knew, this he would hold himself to. And woe betide anybody who did, he would personally tear out their throats.






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Out of character


Dalgina took the simple package from his arms, examining it curiously. What could this be? She didn't open it yet, simply looking up at Honrin as his voice filled the air. Brighter than the moon? Her eyes sparkled with delight as she thought on it. Really? She had once said that, but it had been such a long time ago. She hadn't expected anyone to remember that. Her claws caught on the edge of the paper, and she tore it open, eager to reveal what was inside.


A black cloak tumbled from the package, soft and flexible. It glittered in the candlelight, catching what was there and glistening. Shards of light sparkled across the room, all the colors captured inside a cloak made of the sky. It was beautiful! This is really for me? Dalgina held it up, almost dancing with excitement. Carefully she moved the cloak and wrapped it around her. Spinning she moved across the room, laughing gently. It's beautiful!


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sorry this is a fail x.x

He nodded and gestured she open it, she didn't believe him that it was for her. He couldn't wait to see how happy she would be at it, he nodded again,

"Yes really, it's for you, open it." She did so with glee, quickly disposing of the paper and ribbon that it was wrapped in. Her joy was well worth the effort and work he had put into creating it, the cuts he had received smoothing all of the sharp pieces out and pricks where he had pricked himself with the bone needle, not accustomed to using it.

On its own the cloak was a masterpiece but when she put it on it was turned into a true work of artistic quality. Strange for the one child of the Wolfe-Denahlii brood that had not developed the artistic talent of hand or musical instrument. He was more like their parents although he had inherited from Jace one hell of a singing voice that he rarely used.

"Yes it is! It's beautiful because you are wearing it." He complimented her, knowing how shy she was about her appearance.
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Out of character


Shy laughter bubbled up through Dalgina's throat at Honrin's words. It was silly, really. Dalgina looked like Papa, without the bright colors that flashed across the rest of the family. Those simple loving words brightened her, turning to spin again in the dim light. The sparkles on the cloak caught the candlelight, reflections jumping off every surface that was there. They were in the sky! And Honrin had brought this gift to her.


A large smile on her face she stepped over, arms wrapping around Honrin's body. Thank you! She loved it so much, Dalgina wasn't even sure that she had enough words to describe all the feelings he'd invoked with the gift. It had so much detail. How long had he been working, laboring to make such a thing? A long time, she knew that much. Dalgina loved him for all the effort he had put in. She would have loved it even if it wasn't incredible, simply because he'd made it for her.


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He smiled too, it was too difficult not to. His long fangs that were not quite hidden by his lips flashed in the candle light as he laughed with her. He would not have bothered so much for anybody else not of his family.
She came to him, her smaller frame wrapping around his own, so slight and lighter than his. She was fragile, a delicate flower to protect, her petals were easily crumpled and destroyed. Honrin picked her up and spun with her, the magnificent cloak swirling around the pair of them like a glittering cover from the world, marveling at how little she weighed and how easily he could keep her airborne.. His tail curled up behind him such joy he felt, the white appendage beat to and fro as he spun with her.

He set her back down on the floor and with all the poise and grace of one born into a royal life the Denahlii son bowed to her regally,

"Princess Moon. I am honored by your presence." He reverted to the language of their ancestors, it was much more befitting the situation than the clunky ungainly english they were forced to speak in with everybody else. Such a inherently emotional display was unusual to come from the normally reserved and quiet boy.
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Out of character


Honrin was lit up, sparkling as she danced over. It was so rare for these emotions to come out in him. It delighted her to see that. He felt so deeply, Dalgina knew that. Not as well as Pandora, who knew everything. Dalgina couldn't always get close to Honrin, not like her sister could. She could see it in his expressions though. Scooped high into the air Dalgina felt like she just might be flying like the birds she admired, the cloak swirling around and creating a dark sky they traveled through.


Eyes bright she settled down on the ground again, light and ready to take off once more into the dreams that held her captive. In the dim light around them the storm was forgotten. Honrin, cje ronkyha, toi du l'sashcha honrin. Ghio'm toi bel vnir ya? She held out a hand, ready to pull him up. Neither of them was worth more than the other, and she'd rather spend her time with her brother, next to him, than having him bow down before her.


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He gripped hold of her petite hand and allowed her to guide him upright again. He was just about to reply to her statement when a flash of lightning illuminated the room followed sharpy by the crash of thunder, loud and mind blowing. His eyes jumped to the window where the rain fell in sheets obscuring most of Thornberry from view. He came alive, the fire inside flaring, he loved storms, loved their wild savageness, it called to him inside. The thunder rolled and rumbled like a great mountainous beast that had been awoken.


He turned to Dalgina, a most childish excitement within his face. In his eyes he could see the lights more brightly and the shadows faded out into the darkness, the storm such a place of the oppression of the sun yet it made his spirit soar, the Sun Prince. ''Would you like to go outside?" Behind him his tail curled up tight in anticipation, the white appendage forming a spiral in the air.








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Honrin's strong hand enveloped her own tiny one, rising off the ground. She smiled up at his golden eyes, Honrin now towering over her. She would always be smaller than him. It was funny, knowing that she was as tall as Mahn and still managed to be shorter than all her siblings. Lightning suddenly cracked through the room, everything lit up with a pure white light. She could see every detail of the house in that instant, from a small crevice in the wooden walls to the top of the stairs, the banisters curling around. Her mouth opened in surprise, taking everything in at once. The storm wasn't through with her yet though.

The thunderous crack hurt her ears, the sensitive appendages flattening to her skull. Dalgina withdrew a little, pulling into the cloak. It's dark curtained nature swallowed her up, leaving only her eyes to flash on the outside. Honrin's excitement was foreign to her. She wasn't bold, never the one to go out and play in such things. Not since she'd been young, living in Ichika. Why would he think she'd have the courage to take that step forwards now? Shaking her head Dalgina pulled the hood tighter around her. I don't think so.


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