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like walking through soup - Weaver - 07-19-2017 She doesn’t know what to do. It’s such a strange feeling for her, to be this purposeful. Life outside a herd is not unfamiliar to her, but then she was traveling, learning the ways of one place with every intention of leaving them behind. Then she’d wormed her way into the local’s good graces (usually) as a guest, under the pretense of being a stranger just passing through. Other creatures are endlessly more welcoming when they know you intend to leave. So far, she doesn’t think the same is true of the Rifitians, and Weaver doesn’t even blame them. A bunch of wayward Helovian’s just came crashing through the Portal, basically taking over. Not that they wanted to come here, but here they were nonetheless. Weaver’s taken to spending most of her time on the Key, finding it to be one of the only pleasant places around. The fruit was sweet and nothing seemed likely to kill her. The Key was somewhat unoccupied though, and while that was all fine and dandy, she also wanted to be around the other Helovian’s as they figured out what the hell to do. So she came back to the mainland, usually to the cliff and the Rainforest even though it was hot as balls here. Raven didn’t seem to mind the heat, even huddled on her back as he was. He still worried her, something obviously wrong with him and their connection, but she had no idea what or how to fix it. He didn’t seem to be getting worse, at least. Today the rain is heavy and miserable. The rainforest, with its dense trees, offers some sort of protection from the deluge, at least, and so she keeps to the thicker parts of the forest. Rain gets through the leafy canopy above, but it’s tolerable except for the wall of heat that she’s now wading through. Seriously, what an unpleasant place, and she’s phrasing this thought as nicely as possible. If she had something to even do, it might make the place less miserable. She could use a good fight, maybe, but for now the world was too busy trying to figure out how to live in this place to think about sparring. So she keeps walking, hoping to find something to do. - weaver - @"Vulkan" RE: like walking through soup - Vulkán - 07-22-2017
Hope it was okay to PP him walking into her, let me know if you want me to change! @Weaver RE: like walking through soup - Weaver - 07-24-2017 She should see him coming. She should be aware, should care, should be paying bloody attention. There are so many eyes in the trees here though, so many reasons to not give two shits about what’s around the corner that she just doesn’t. It’s unlike her, a trained fighter, to simply let things plow into her, but she does. What would she even fight for, here? She doesn’t know their gods and doesn’t care for them. She doesn’t want to make this place home, and right now, it certainly doesn’t feel like it. Weaver has lived her life in mountains and valleys, calling no other places home though she’s traveled through all manner of landscapes and worlds. There were no mountains or valleys here that she has been able to find yet, and she cannot fathom living her life confined to these five ruined lands. She keeps wondering what might happen if she leaves this place, heads back through the Portal. Would it dump her out into the blackness of Helovia, or did it lead to any place someone might imagine? Could she send herself to her childhood home, back to the Chamber? Not that she really wants to go back there either, but still, it might be better. Though no, it wouldn’t, because there was no one there she cared about. Here, though she’d be loath to admit it, there were quite a number of horses she cared too much about to simply leave. So instead of leaving, she’s stayed put, losing herself to this place a little more every day. The stranger that bumps into her doesn’t look like a Riftian, but a rather young colt from Helovia (though she could be wrong, it’s not like she’s met that many Rifitians to know if they were all crazy looking). He says nothing, just stares at her, and it brings a laugh to her lips. The sound of it is so out of place beneath the rain and the misery that lays heavily around them, but it hangs in the air between them anyway. She’s not even sure what’s so funny, except that it is definitely funny. The colt looks a whole lot like Volterra, actually. She recalls their battle now, and a bit of a grin creeps onto her lips at the thought of it. Perhaps they are related, perhaps not, but the smile is enough to break her bad mood. “Oof to you too,” she says, pretending to be insulted though it’s clear by the playful look on her face she really doesn’t care. It’s her own damn fault she wasn’t paying attention. “Helovian?” she asks, making sure her assumption is right. - weaver - @Vulkán okay by me! RE: like walking through soup - Vulkán - 07-30-2017
@Weaver sorry for the wait! RE: like walking through soup - Weaver - 08-08-2017 The boy is apparently about as interesting as a tree stump. He just stares at her, blinking. Okay fine, she is a He really does look like Volterra, but she’s fought Volterra, and the stallion is flirtatious and entirely capable of witty banter. Maybe they are related in looks, but clearly not in personality. Weaver has no way of knowing who the boy’s mother is, having only met the Mountain once and seeing no obvious resemblance (the skull face is pretty obvious). Nor would she really be able to pinpoint how like his mother the boy is even if she did know. He at least manages to reply when she asks a question. The grin and amusement from her face disappears, replaced by a rather impassive mask. She almost looks bored – almost. There’s always something to be said for conversation with a stranger. Usually she learns something, and there’s definitely value in learning. “Weaver,” she says, answering his question. Before they can talk more though, the boy slams his eyes shut and pins his ears, clearly in pain. Immediately her amber eyes dart around, looking for a threat, for any explanation for the sudden pain. She’d let him walk right into her, so clearly her warrior Spidey senses were not on point today and perhaps she missed a threat. Despite all the eyes that stare at them with interest, there’s no apparent attack though, no obvious threat for her to fight. “Yo, boy…er, Vulkan. What’s going on?” She can’t bring herself to ask ‘are you okay’ because obvious he is not. Nor can she really come up with some way to help him because she is not the caring, kind and loving sort. Healing is not her forte. Cutting others and herself up and getting Mortuus to heal her though is definitely her forte. Why the hell isn’t he here? He’d be so much more useful. “Can I do something?” - weaver - @Vulkán #awkwardWeaver Also no rush because clearly I am the slowest poster RE: like walking through soup - Vulkán - 08-12-2017
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