First Fall
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Dalgina's eyes couldn't get any wider if they tried.

There, right before her, a leaf had changed color! At first she thought it was a mistake. A leaf that had grown tangled in the wrong plant. She had seen trees and bushes with purple and yellow leaves before. It wasn't the situation at hand however. The leaf was definitely attached to a tree with green leaves. To make things even more confusing, the leaf was two different colors. Green, with bright yellow patches shining through it.

Glancing over at Tehu she chirped a question at him, wondering what was going on. She had never seen anything like it before in her whole life. Tehu's reply was short, something about needing to move. It was a rather odd response, Dalgina shrugging and returning her attention to the odd leaf. Drawing out her sketch pad she pulled out a paintbrush from her hair. Of course, it would work better if she'd remembered to bring the paint. Shaking her head Dalgina took out some charcoal instead, sketching out the leaf. In the margins she wrote the words yellow and green, pointing to where the colors went.


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Optime, if the kilt wasn't a giveaway.

Today was going to be about wandering and spending time for himself. He had mended his kilt the day before and now that he was wearing it something wasn't right. Stopping to adjust it he glanced around, completely unaware of where he had walked to from Vinatta. His days had been full of thinking about the brewery, and planning what needed to be done and in what steps. Now he intended to appreciate nature and hopefully do some sewing while enjoying the good weather. He had packed his materials in his patchwork messenger bag that was slung across his chest and his bone needle was looped through the material on his black, well-worn fedora.


That had been the plan of course but plans never come to fruition for Thorn Russo and so he let his paws trail towards the scent of another wolf rather than towards the clearing about ten minutes away. The white Russian tilted his head, green eyes curious at the sight before him. Thorn hadn't seen the type of bird that sat next to a black wolf. It clearly understood something she said as she chirped and the bird responded. Staying quiet long enough for her to begin sketching Thorn cleared his throat, not wanting to frighten the artist. "I have not met many artists in these lands," the male stated rather matter-of-factly. His green eyes glanced at the leaf and smiled, nature was rather clever sometimes. Not as clever when it was aging him and putting black and grey throughout his fur but he would give credit where credit was due. Tipping his hat, Thorn settled on a rock nearby, pondering another leaf that refused to change colour like his brethren.


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The sound came off right near where she was. Flinching a little Dalgina turned, Tehu kicking in with the usual stream of chirps that told the nearby wolf what he thought of the stranger sneaking up on Dalgina. The kestrel had noticed him, but his protective nature meant that anything that set Dalgina on edge was dealt with swiftly. At least, swiftly in his mind. Few canines could understand the low speech he would lecture them in.

Thank you. Shyly she looked back down to her sketch. She wished she had thought to bring her paint. It was just simpler to travel wit charcoal and paper, less items to carry around and prepare when she wanted to capture an image. If she could carry the paint with her though, what colors she could capture! The leaf's so unusual. I've never seen any that have two different colors on it before. Dalgina reached out her hand, gently tugging the leaf off into her palm.


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The bird was chirping up a storm and Thorn could do nothing more than smile at it and wonder what it was saying. It was times like this that the white Russian wished he had a companion, someone to talk to when he was worried, bored or just alone. He couldn't be meeting other wolves all the time and a nice baby animal to wile away the time would do the trick. Yet the Russo was a strong believer in fate in these circumstances and knew that if he was meant to meet someone he would. That's how he had met the mother of his two children and no doubt the reason he had met such a good friend in Ink.


"Very handsome beaked friend you have," Thorn commented sitting near the black wolf. He glanced at the leaf as she spoke and nodded his fedora capped head in agreement. It stood to reason that sometimes leaves didn't completely change from one colour to another and sometimes took a break halfway through. "Do you paint too?" Thorn turned his kilt slightly, (this was less weird because he was a wolf wearing a kilt) and took the bone needle from out of his fedora. Tracing a snag and tear near the bottom of the hem he dug out some supplies and started threading the needle. "I have a couple little pouches of dye to be made up if you need it. I planned to do some dying on my bag later today."


WC: 251


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The smile brought the understanding that the wolf had no idea what was being yelled at him. Idiot. Dalgina's ears flattened, embarrassed that Tehu would say such a thing. Sorry! It was bad enough to have insults yelled at someone in a language most canines didn't understand. It was another thing to have Tehu say it in a way others understood. It was rare for the kestrel to choose to speak high speech, and she regretted it when he did. Tehu preened himself under the compliment, Dalgina wringing her hands hopelessly. If only she could figure out how to train Tehu better. She would have to speak to Taru about that.

The young wolf watched as he adjusted the skirt he was wearing, drawing out some thread and needle to begin repairing it. Her eyes brightened with the offer, tail wagging behind her. I do paint! If she could use the dye to finish coloring her leaf, she would love to be able to do that! It didn't look like he was carrying a lot of heavy stuff either, so the dyes were probably small enough for her to carry with her, solving the problem of not being able to carry her paints with her. If she was forgiven for Tehu's rudeness.


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The insult pricked Thorn's ebony tipped ears up and he turned towards the source of the word. Narrowing his eyes but letting a smile play across his lips he said rather casually, "in Russia we eat pretty birds like you for a snack." He slowly licked his lips to get the point across before turning back to the black artistic wolf and chuckling. The bird was cute enough but he liked it better when it just chirped meaningless noises at him rather than words he could understand and could hurt. Maybe it didn't warrant an empty threat of bird soufflé for dinner but that wasn't the point.


Turning back to his kilt he placed the first stitch and pushed his bone needle through the material to hold it safely. Pulling off his messenger bag and opening it he pulled out three small deerskin pouches tied off with sinew and placed them on rock. "Be my guest." Pulling out a water skin he opened the satchel containing the red pigment and moved a little of it and the other two, blue and yellow, to a piece of thick bark that had fallen off a nearby tree. Blending each with water on the bark he made three little primary colour pools with enough room to mix each in the middle. Setting the bark down near the black wolf he gestured for her to help herself and picked his needle and thread back up.


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Tehu's eyes narrowed at the words from the wolf, not caring that they had been perfectly deserved after the insults hurled. Puffing up he prepared to throw more insults at the wolf, but Dalgina feared for his life. She whistled a sharp command, telling Tehu to leave. The kestrel squawked in protest, a brief argument between them in low speech before he sulkily flew into the air. Good. She liked Tehu, and didn't want to have him die because he insulted a stranger.

Eyes wide with aw she watched as he mixed the paint. Dalgina didn't apologize again, though she was hesitant looking at it. Was it really alright for her to use it? Tehu had been rather rude after all. The paint was there though. She looked at him as carefully as she could, trying to not look like she was studying him. His features were fair and kind, despite the harsh way he had spoken to Tehu. Taking out her brush she quickly mixed the colors, a bright gold and a shimmering green dancing over the paper as it clashed over the leaf. Much better. Humming with joy Dalgina continued painting. It was a small art, and was done quickly. Happily she turned it around, showing it off. Done!
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Thorn hadn't meant the words he had said to the bird. It was an idle and meaningless threat that was kind of funny when you thought about it. No one would eat a kestrel, they were all beak and feathers and no meat. Rubbing a furred palm over his face and muzzle Thorn sighed and shook his head. Watching the black wolf and bird talk briefly and then the bird fly away the white Russians tail stopped wagging. "No offence meant miss. I would never eat a bird, I'm a rabbit eating kind of wolf." He gave a little shrug as he finished setting out the paints.


Watching her mix the paints Thorn wished he had more talent when it came to creative works. He could cook sure, but give him a pencil and he could only write in his native tongue. He could never draw a proper leaf or create images of other creatures. He had known of many that could do that but this black wolf was definitely good. The leaf came to life with the paint and the white Russian glanced back and forth between image and actual object. Nodding his head his tail started wagging again and ears moved forward with interest. "You're very good…" He reached up to scratch under his hat before adding, "I don't know your name. I'm Thorn." Dipping a finger into the yellow paint he scrawled "шип" on his messenger bag, his name in Cyrillic. Rather pleased with himself he let his green eyes wander.


WC: 253


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Dalgina tilted her head, looking at him with some suspicion. Most likely undeserved. She was just not one that relaxed easily around strangers. Most of the time it put her right on edge, actually. He was rather nice though, and had lent her some paint. Maybe he really had just been joking. It could have happened. Rabbits do taste better. Dalgina didn't eat birds. Or eggs, for that matter. Not since she'd learned that birds came from them. The thought of eating someone that could have been a friend unnerved her a great deal.

Smiling shyly Dalgina perked up. It was just a leaf. A rather unusual one, but nothing as complex as she thought was necessary in order to be considered truly good. She looked at the beautiful writing he'd painted onto the bag, tail wagging. I'm Dalgina. She almost went on to say her last name before pain flickered across her eyes. She wasn't really a member of that family anymore, was she? They were all scattered. Your writing is really pretty.


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The black wolf was very good at telling the truth, Thorn had noticed that right away. With her comments that rabbits tasted better the white wolf could only nod in agreement and remember the last time he had taken a rabbit for supper and cooked it over a fire carefully. Some preferred it raw but he knew the joy of a meal that was hot, charred and juicy. He did tip his hat to the bird though, perhaps it had been rude to say what he did, even jokingly around a creature so much smaller than himself. He wouldn't want some sort of monster (Thorn had no concept of Cthulhu but if he did he would have thought of this giant god) making horrible comments about eating him. It was all history now though since the bird had flown elsewhere.


Dalgina. Well that was an interesting name. Giving a rather flourishing hat tip Thorn smiled and completed the introduction with a, "nice to meet you." He noticed that something changed after she said her name but nothing more, he wasn't a mind reader and doubted that he ever would be. She commented on his cyrillic script and there was that pang of homesickness again. It wasn't much just his name but he saw it so often on things back in Russia, and here it was pretty or a picture to someone. Move along Thorn. "It is how we write things in my home country, we use different symbols. Are you from here?"

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He agreed easily with her words, Dalgina pushing her long hair away from her face so she could see better. He had rather nice features, his pale fur seeming almost transparent against his body. How old was he? His eyes appeared to have seen much. She couldn't ask, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth. She smiled as he tipped his hat over to Tehu, even though the kestrel was almost out of sight. Dalgina wasn't sure if he would be safe to be trusted, but Tehu would be rude. It would be best if they were kept apart.

She nodded his head, listening to his words with curiosity. Where do you come from that writes like that? I don't really know how to write more than simple words, but it looks nothing like that. I grew up around here. It had been a good place to grow up, sparing the tragedies that threatened her life. She had good friends, a strong pack, and her art. Asking for her family to be trustworthy would be too much perhaps. She didn't know. Could you show me how?
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Thorn continued the fluid strokes, adding a little flourish before setting it aside. Taking a piece of parchment from inside his messenger bag he found a flat rock and knelt next to it, mixing up another tiny pot of red dye. Dipping brush into the it he wrote the Russian word for wolf, then friend and then started a new line. The black female had many questions for him and he smiled as he set the brush down on the rock. "I come from Russia, across the ocean for many days in a boat. Luperci over there speak many different languages and write many different ways." Given the journey it was no surprise that she might not have heard about places across the water. They didn't have planes or wings to get their faster than the wind and water would allow them.


She grew up here. He very, very briefly thought of Endymion, the son he helped to sire so many years ago. He hadn't thought of him or even his scent in a very long time. From his travels it seemed that Jaded Shadows was now gone and done with. Surely Fatin had moved on as well. Head hanging slightly he perked up a bit and glanced at Dalgina as her question of showing her how rang in his ears. He would normally go with her name but he didn't know what that meant. "Da, da I can. Does your name have a meaning? Russian alphabet has more letters than the english alphabet does." Using the brush he marked off a couple that were different as well as the few symbols he knew that showed whether a letter made a hard or soft sound. Looking up from his work he looked at Dalgina for any questions.

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She listened with curiosity as he spoke, explaining what it was like across the ocean. How could they all communicate if they spoke different languages? She knew that she spoke more than one language, but she could still understand and have others understand her. Perhaps all the luperci spoke multiple languages. That would make sense. Her tail wagged as he seemed to sink down before perking up at her curious nature.

She studied the bright beautiful symbols he created that would make up the words. It means the moon, and goddess of winter. She didn't think much of her name meaning unless the moon was out, and then she would study it's luminous orb and wonder what it was like to be responsible for the night. Sometimes she felt just like it, alone and far off from everything else. Can you write it?


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