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 Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 9:11 am
Her opinion of the male was hardly bolstered by the fact that he lay there so content to observe. She glanced back at him curious about his desire to be away.
"You'd like to explore? What holds you here? Family? A Female?" Fay was curious about the bonds that held Herla together. She had left her own family when she was young, true she had missed them time to time, but there her responsibilities had been stifling. Freedom had made a wanderer of her, and once she had found her mion the loneliness had been kept at bay. Then she'd met her Captain and no family could compare to the bond they had.
Of course even such a strong bond was possible to sever, the moment she realized he'd picked a mate she'd decided to be off. Perhaps travel was merely her means of escape, but better to be alone than a wounded shadow of a herla.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:30 pm
Dicen walked leisurely towards the spring, his tail swinging back and forth as he tried to decide upon whether or not he was going to answer her. It was a rather personal one...and Dicen was never much of a hart to share.
"I suppose one could say I'm being kept here by something...then again I am probably keeping myself here. A rather poor judgement on my part...as here has never been well, anywhere. Now I seem to be rambling, perhaps I should have answered fully instead of the abstract."
Sighing heavily, he kicked a rather non distinct pebble into the spring he had lead her to. The few fish scattering about in protest. "Ah...the spring. Still the same as it was before..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 11:29 pm
Fay raised a brow as Dicen rambled about the abstract and then merely shook her head and huffed. If he didn't want to tell her why didn't he simply say so? Then again she understood all to well how perilous it could be to speak ones mind too freely. She walked over to the spring and glanced at him through the curtain of her hair.
"All things change with enough time...nothing can remain the same forever."
She bent her head and drank enjoying the cool sweet taste, it was different out at sea where the water tasted grainy from filtration or salty from picking up what was in the surrounding air. She loved it, but sometimes it was nice to enjoy these little luxuries. Even having her hair down was a luxury, mostly she had her mion tuck it under her hat so it wouldn't be in the way in a fight. Her fur had become soft and shiny again without the salt air to weather at it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:55 pm
Dicen released another gentle sigh, only this one wasn't listless. It seemed to be derived from something other than boredom...which was in a way refreshing. Then again, Dicen preferred to avoid what he didn't like to think about. Unfortunately it made his search for new entertainment more trying than ever before. "You see...that may be exactly what I remain afraid off."
Taking a deep breath, Dicen turned back towards the trees longingly. The spring was old...the same...it had nothing to work his mind. The trees? The trees yielded planning...and something to do.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 9:12 pm
"You fear change? You'll be afraid forever then because change is simply the way of things sometimes for better sometimes for worse. When I sail I often fear the winds will change and become unfavorable, but I know I can't fret too much because I can't do anything about it."
She shrugged and dipped her head to drink a bit more before returning to the felled tree. She rose up and brought her hooves crashing back down to snap another thick limb off. With wood this good...if she could just find a few mion to help perhaps she could build more than a mere raft.
Her eyes trailed over to the male wondering at his subtle shifts in mood, what drove someone like him she wondered. Were any Herla as fullfilled in their day to day lives as she was when the sea rolled beneath her and the heat of battle warmed her muscles into action?
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 7:04 pm
Yes yes...fear of change will limit life progress and all of that, but what if he didn't want his life to progress? What if all he had wanted was a pause button? Change works in mysterious ways...ways he would rather try and avoid. Like time...memory. What becomes vital information in the mind to store and what becomes recycled. Recycled and turned into half remembered thoughts and faces.
He watched her snap another branch off and slowly rose...yes...the spring yielded nothing. The pause...the trees...yielded change. "I suppose your right...perhaps I should help? Might be....a good change."
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 7:30 pm
Fay gave a small smile as he rose to help "Have you ever built anything? Watching something grow from your own hard work can be quite fulfilling." She glanced him over again before rearing up and snapping off another thick branch.
Maybe he tended flowers or some other hobby that the hartland herla favored. She found it hard to believe anyone just sat around trying to avoid change, the seasons, the day and night, everything changed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 8:04 pm
Dicen smiled and gave her a rather knowing look, "I don't collect flower petals or paint if that's what you're thinking. Though I suppose you could have called me a hobbyist once. No...I spent my life in a way very different from yours. Though I suppose its a life I can never live again."
Walking over to the tree, he took a few deep breaths as he tried to analyze what he needed to do. The amount of strength. The key pressure point for a break. After a few moments, he went for a strike and his eyes widened as he heard the brilliant crack of branch. Not a clean break...but he had broken it all the same. Just a few more kicks...maybe even one and it would be done. Of course...he could also feel what the strike had done to his legs. Not at all pleasant. Yet...maybe it was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 8:12 pm
For a moment Fay found her curiosity piqued, the way he spoke of his past held such strange glimpse of the male. Bah, she wasn't about to let herself get caught up in a fancy. She was just glad he'd started to help, she watched him break a branch, not clean, but he would be of help.
"Well thank you for deciding to help, there's much work to be done still, but I know it will all be worth it once I'm back on the water with the roll of the waves under my hooves. The Hartlands are beautiful, but...my heart belongs on the waters."
She refused to dwell on the captain, she would be the captain of her own vessel now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 8:26 pm
Trying to put a little more strength into his kicks, Dicen managed to get slightly better with branch. After all...what was the point of helping if he only ruined the product?
"The waters...if they are grand enough to steal your heart they must be something." His words...despite the physical activity were still drenched in honey. Strange how it came back when he was working? Maybe he should work more often...
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 8:43 pm
"Oh they are, the power of the ocean is incredible. The stinging salt tang in the air, the might of a crashing wave, the glint of the sun off the waters...it's so lively so beautiful." She sighed and then cracked down another branch before pausing to stamp her hooves a little and get ready to do it again.
"I've seen beautiful places..." Dangerous ones too, but she felt no need to bring up her more nefarious deeds. Besides it had been a long time since she'd had to wash blood from her fur or cutlass. She looked the tree over, this wood, so much of it that a raft seemed tiny beside the idea of a full craft. She recalled the huge broken ships of her homeland and even the smaller vessel she had owned and sailed before ending up here. Even with all the wood she didn't have enough help to actually craft a true vessel. No, the raft was her best bet, and maybe she'd come across another vessel again, but first she had to get out to sea.
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