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How to Catch a Fish - Galahad - 07-07-2018 The roar of crashing water is what had drawn the youth here. Galahad had enjoyed in the past scouting out his surroundings, knowing each well, and the same he’d hoped to do now. Hoping it bring….some calm to the chaos that had become his mind. As he weaved among the tide pools and trees his mind still continued to drift off. He was in the Rift. Again. But this time he was alone. Thranduil, if he had been caught in the snow storm had yet to be found, and there was no sign of Ma, or Casca. He had met a few creatures here, but the youth was out here, quietly wandering…He experienced a feeling he hadn’t in so long. He was lonely. Horned head ducked below a low branch of a mangrove and he slipped from the small grove into the sun towards another. For two years he’d been with the gold, and though it was not always the easiest life, he was in a place familiar, with a creature who, though may cause pain, he could trust still. Now for the first time he felt exposed, and beyond the walls of safety. The young buck had surely gained enough confidence to not curl up in a small ball like he would as a colt, but he felt the feeling all the same. Especially here, in the Rift, where he’d been given his cursed feathers. Hoof steps in water, splashing him and scattering fish. It wakes him from his mindless walk, and the youth stops. Sea blue eyes wander across the landscape around him, as if he hadn’t realized he was there. Ahead birds called out, and the mangroves rustled in the wind. Below the fish were collecting themselves once more in their small pool, and the plants on the sides of the pool looked colorful and thriving. One pale gold hark slides back. This place was….beautiful. Was it really the Rift? The other hark slides back. Perhaps he was being too quick to judge. Perhaps…The young buck exhales and steps from the water. Alone he might be, but as the gold had always said, you never knew when you’d find an opportunity. Of course he meant an opportunity to rob, trick, or wound another….Galahad was merely looking for a distraction….perhaps company. OOC :: Open to anything/anyone! "speech" --- RE: How to Catch a Fish - Korri - 07-09-2018
@Galahad :D RE: How to Catch a Fish - Galahad - 07-10-2018 It seemed the Rift was kinder to him than when he left. From above a shadow glides over him. The colt startles. It is larger than a bird. Harks fall back and his tail lashes about his legs, but he makes no outward moves of aggression as the shadow’s maker comes into view. It was wise, for it seemed the creature meant no ill-will. That much was clear from the very first hello. Still in a somber, quieter mood, the lad only nods back to the greeting. And in his quieter way at the moment, he observes, instead of saying more. The creature was smaller than he (though the colt was yet fully grown). Still the wings gave the small creature some breadth, so he did not look quite so little. A pale dustman’s coat, and thick set finished the creature off. He was a very plain creature, perhaps of Helovia, but then he’d seem some rather colorful character there too. Might the Rift be capable of producing beauty and normality? It would have to be investigated. He shouldn’t just stand here though. Awkward, near emotionless. He should make some effort. Perhaps a friendly tone, something he had been carrying, but the pale gold was still hungover from his daze. His mind was still too slow on the uptake. He could also take Thranduil’s side of the world. Use his skills to probe and examine the new comer closer than a microscope could. He could learn what brought the creature down and use it to some advantage, even if it was just a laugh. Yet, he wasn’t the gold. He was not his father. Bringing in knives, tweezers and scalpels to a new being had been what caused them to distance themselves in the first place. That life sounded full of adventure and tall tales, but when he’d tried, it had felt wrong. (Partly because, for him, it came so easy.) So when the dusty bird came to a stop and seemed like he had something else on his mind, the pale gold was relieved he wasn’t being asked to come up with their topic of conversation. His ears prick up and he listens with curiosity. A raven? The horned head tilts. He was searching for a raven. His raven. “Your companion?” It comes out in a lull of a question. To lose a companion was a very serious thing. The pale remembered in anger once, asking his Da why he did not leave Haldir alone if he hated him so much. Companions though were tied to your soul, impossible to lose. Or perhaps this was a joke. One hark slides back. No, this creature was too friendly for that. Of course, his guard remained up. Still, it calls forth something in the pale colt, and a small apologetic smile comes forward. “I’m sorry I haven’t…” Would he have even noticed though? Being in such a daze, would he have noticed one small black dot on the horizon? Guilt blooms in his mind. “…but I can help you look for it?” It was an offer, a question, to be accepted or rejected. Yet…it leaned with a desire to be accepted. After all it would mean company, distraction, even if it was not all it seemed. As if to secure his sincerity the pale colt looks up at the sky, his eyes sweeping the mangroves and pale white puffs of clouds. He could cover the ground, and the other the sk- or you could fly with him. Fear grabs him in his throat. To cover it he smiles more at the other and clears his throat. (No he could not do that. He would not do that. Out of the question.) “I’m Galahad by the way.” The at your service seemed mute at this point, as he was already putting himself there. OOC :: "speech" --- @Korri <3 RE: How to Catch a Fish - Korri - 07-15-2018
@Galahad RE: How to Catch a Fish - Rift Presence - 07-20-2018
Beautiful it maybe, but the Mangrove Tidepools are equally deceptive. You stand distracted, lost in thought, memories maybe, while the wilderness around you continues its motion. Perhaps you have seen them before, the roots that jut uninterestingly from the glistening water, but these are naughtier, trickier than the common kind you know, and they can feel your presence, lingering. There comes another like you, though wings adorn his sides and he looks to be less vague. The roots taste his nearness also, rising too subtly at first, to notice; one turns upon itself prematurely, knotting tightly around its own length. Though Flysh glide near, peering upward from their salty sanctuary to view you—the strangest of creatures, their visit is short and they skid playfully away. While you talk—while you’re occupied—the roots again stir, fingering upwards towards one cloven, cream hoof. Their intent is harmless in a sense, unless you fail to realise their bind and begin to stroll forward. The longest, oldest of them reaches you first and slides its smooth length around your narrow pastern; it embraces you, fully and knots itself fast. the Rift what lies beneath @Galahad |