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      Hjalmar laughed, "And you think telling me that I shouldn't be involved is gonna make me give it back? Ha! I don't think so. I'm involved because you and your sister chose to join this little group, thus, it's my every right to get involved in your business. Especially when you decide to pull a move like that right in front of me. If you want it back so bad, why don't you go tattle tale on me to the old hag?" He crossed his arms.

 
The loud jabbering from Valeiah and Alo was only an echo in his ears, and he very quickly determined not to interrupt. From what he was hearing, it was not his place to interfere. They were all becoming quickly wearied from the journey, and he did not wish to try anyone's patience by stepping in when he shouldn't. With a sigh, he took several sips from the soup, blowing on it to cool it before it entered his mouth. It was pleasantly warm in contrast to the air around them - although, he wasn't really bothered by the cold. He found himself quite used to it. So much so, that he only grabbed his jacket out of some odd sense of obligation, and not because he actually wanted it. 


The soup was delicious, though he only wished soup was the only thing to occupy his tired thoughts, so he could space out. Instead, his socializing nature kicked in, and his eyes strayed to the small creature that was sitting beside the dark elf accompanying Ashlar. While he very strongly desired to pet the little dog, he also wanted to talk to the elf, in hopes that perhaps, she would be less off-put by humans, like K'acela ( although Oceana seemed to be conversing with Nameen at the moment, to her credit). Talking to someone new would be refreshing - not that he was at all tired of their current company, since he in honesty, hardly knew them, but still. Talking to new people was... easier than interacting with the same people repeatedly, because eventually, small talk would get harder. Then they'd have to go deeper, or the relationship would stall.


Decidedly, he got up and plopped down beside the elf, teying his best to size down himself by slouching, since in his experience, towerinf over new aquaintences was intimidating.


"Hey there!" He smiled, leaning in just in the slightest before swaying back to offer a wave to catch her attention. "I'm Bo. What might your name be?" 


@Tater (sorry if there are weird typos i dont have time to re-read!!)
 
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Pippa looked up at the noise of approaching feet and glared up dangerously up at the large man, hovering over his food protectively and scooting his little corgi butt closer to Aggie. 


The dark skinned elf turned her gaze up from her soup mid sip, and her gaze widened as the man sat down beside her to speak. Casting her eyes downward, her face and ears heating up shyly, her hood hiding her face with the combination of the bowl.


/Say something, idiot./


"Hi Aggie, Im Pip and this is my dog Bo-" she quickly quipped before exhaling, her eyes widening as her face burned,"Ah no! Sorry Im, Im very tired ahaha." 


"Smooth talkin." Pippa snobbed at her in his head, burying his muzzle into the bowl to lick up the rest of the soup. 


Aggie took the clean bowl from her dog and squared her shoulders, lowering her own bowl away from her face," Hello Bo. My name is Agitha; call  me Aggie." reaching down she patted her dog on the head,"This is Pippa. He's a smart-alec." she spoke her words carefully and slowly in attempt to sound like that she wasn't internally sceaming on the inside. 


Looking up to the human, her silver gaze flicked across his features, taking in his expression and reading his body language. /He seems nice. And strong./


Reaching up to her cloak hood, she tugged it down slightly as to hide her darkening features, feeling embarrassed and even smaller than she already does.


@soundofmind
 
Alo turned slightly red. He was flustered now. "Y'know, maybe I will. I'm sure she'd be very happy that you're stealing from others you're supposed to be working with." He said. He narrowed his eyes a little bit and slowly turned around. Then walked off. He didn't look that threatening. He just looked like a cat.


Valeiah sniffled a bit and rubbed her eyes a little bit. "Can I have that now?"


@Lo Alyssa
 
      Hjalmar smiled, doubting he'd go to Svetlana. And from what he had seen, Svetlana probably wouldn't approve of Alo stealing from his sister, and that would be one of the main reasons Alo probably wasn't going to tell on him.


      "Ah?" He glanced over at Valeiah, "Oh- yeah." He unclenched his fist and handed the stone to her, "If he ever manages to take it back, remember I'm a theif for hire." He winked, insinuating he could just steal it back if Alo actually had the courage to do that.

 
"Thank you." Valeiah put the stone back around her neck. It was such a simple thing, yet it meant so much. She kicked some sand and went to go back to her beloved horse, only to see that Alo had snagged her.


"What next? For the gods' sake..." She sighed and sat down where she had been before.


@Lo Alyssa 
 
"This group is such a god-forsaken mess." Dorian snickered as he watched the teammates interact with each other, mostly embarrassing themselves or creating conflict.


"Your face is a god-forsaken mess, and yet I don't remark on that." Garrett instantly retorted, too tired to think about what he was saying to whom: it was almost an automated retort from his time in the city guard where insults were almost every second sentence the soldiers said. His face instantly went red.


"Did you hear that? That whooshing noise? I think that was the sound of your brain-to-mouth filter flying away from this place." Dorian couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, I know you think I'm handsome." He added just to see the mage become almost tomato-red before burying his face in his hands. Leaving Garrett to stew in his embarrassment, Dorian went of to find someone else to talk too.
 
      Hjalmar sighed, and headed back toward the fire, smelling smoke and good food. He realized he hadn't even eaten yet since they had settled down, he was so wrapped up in his own thoughts. He plopped on the ground, choosing a seat close to Oceana instinctively, without realizing it, and grabbed a bowl he promptly filled with hot soup. He gulped it down unhealthily fast, finding himself hungrier than he thought he was before.


      Ashlar glanced over, raising an eyebrow, "Oi." He directed at the young thief, "What's your name?"


      Hjalmar finished the last of his soup and looked at the one addressing him, "Ah- Hjalmar." He answered.


      Ashlar scooted a little closer, "Ashlar." He returned the gesture, "Ah— my name... I must say I haven't seen one of my own skin in... well, a long time!" He exclaimed excitedly, "Which tribe do you hail from?" He asked.


      "Pardon?"


      "You know..." Ashlar looked at him expectantly, "The Seven Tribes of the Sands?" He asked, "The darkinned wanderers?... Nothing?"


      "Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't grow up with my own people, in fact I know next to nothing about them." Hjalmar answered honestly, assuming Ashlar was inquiring about what tribe of their people he was raised in. The boy hadn't even known the number of their tribes, nor did he even know that his people were separated into tribes in the first place.


      "I take it you grew up in the streets then? Further inland?"


      "How did you know?" Hjalmar's eyes furrowed together.


      "Ragged torn armor, dirty appearance, untamed hair, equipped with slitthroat weaponry." Ashlar chuckled, "I am fairly good at guessing, and reading people too."


      That last part made Hjalmar slightly uncomfortable, as long as you don't read anybody too much. He thought to himself, uninterested in being read like an open book by some stranger. Though, something did feel... familiar about him. "Plus," Ashlar continued, "our people tend to keep to themselves, like to stay in one place. Which is why it's so rare to see them on the streets or in busy bustling cities. This makes your presence unusual, to me at least."


      Hjalmar simply nodded while getting seconds, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way Ashlar was staring at him. Did he have something on his face? Or was the man trying to... read him, as he put it before. Either way, Hjalmar looked away in discomfort.


      Taking notice of this, Ashlar lightened up and returned his gaze to the dancing fire, "I have a feeling about you, kid." He muttered, almost as if he was unintentionally vocalizing a thought.


      "That's... a rather strange thing to say." Hjalmar commented, what on earth did he mean?


      "Perhaps." Ashlar closed his eyes, "Would you believe me if I told you I was an augur?" He looked up at the thief, but then laughed, "Nah, I'm just kidding. No, I simply have a feeling about you, nothing magical. I don't even know what it is yet."


      Hjalmar glanced away, internally hoping the man would stop talking to him... yet, he also wished him to continue. He was odd, but in an intriguing way. Hjalmar just didn't like that the topic was about himself in particular.


(Sorry this is kind of not directed at anyone. I don't mind if anybody listened in or tries talking to Ashlar///)
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Nicholas Wardenclyffe was on a paleontology kick.  He had been hearing about a subspecies of ancient, flightless dragons that had particularly thick bones and very interesting chemical traces in the fossilized teeth - the traces appeared to be remnants of a material with all of the hallmarks of an explosive.


Most alchemists didn't dig around in the dirt at all, and while Nicholas wasn't exactly very fond of it himself, he was willing to do just about anything if it wound up expanding his knowledge and understanding of the world.


He had traveled to the desert canyons because some of the deeper ones cut down into the earth, making the fossils easier to reach - less digging.


It was around midmorning when he uncovered a skull of a particularly large specimen of this fascinating species.  He had recovered all of the teeth by lunchtime, and had determined the explosive chemical was contained in layers, sandwiched between layers of enamel.  As a result, the outermost layers would explode, seemingly on impact, leaving the inner layers intact.  As more tooth material was grown within the core of the tooth, the outer enamel layers cracked, exposing the explosive layers.


What a marvelous mutation...  It's a shame they've gone extinct.  I must try to collect essence of animus from the thickest bone tomorrow, maybe I will be able to grow a new one if I'm lucky and collect direct samples in addition  to reconstructing the explosive from it's remnants... A double verification would be excellent.


It wasn't until after the sun had set that Nick had managed to synthesize a few possible candidates for the explosive in the teeth - some of these explosives were entirely unknown to him.  A little nervous because of this, Nick had prudently donned his black cloak;  it was made from several layers of spider silk - he had to build a custom loom that harvested silk directly from thousands of spiders, repeatedly spun and braided it, and finally wove it into fabric.  The outer layers on both sides had been treated with a repellant and liquidproofer, and were extremely tightly woven.  The inner few layers had been soaked in a strange liquid that hardened on impact... He called it liquid stone.


The result was a fairly lightweight, flexible, but extremely strong and protective garment.  It was still fabric, so it still had limits, but it had served him faithfully and kept him (mostly) safe during hundreds of years of dangerous experimentation with new, exciting, and often highly unstable magics and materials.


Nick took several steps away from the samples, swung his crossbow up and around from it's usual place (slung across his back) and fired a bolt at the first small pile of explosives.


The result was... A little more violent than he had anticipated.


*CRACK-KAK-KAK-KATHOOOM*


The first sample set off a few others, which in turn set off one of the unknown chemicals, which detonated in an enormous explosion that cracked the rock below and heated some of it to a dull red glow, made small pebbles jump off the ground, produced a ball of flame that very nearly singed Nick's eyebrows off, and caused a minor landslide about ten meters down the canyon.  The sound rang through the canyons, echoing back and forth several times.


Nick picked himself up off the ground, slightly dazed and more than a little irritated at himself for getting ahead of himself and not just waiting to get back to his tower to conduct experiments... Again.  "One of these days I'm gonna learn to curb my enthusiasm...  Note to self:  do not combine hydrocarbon chain number 37 with nitrate salt of ammonium... Without taking extra precautions."


(@anyone)
 
The journey to their make-shift camp had been quiet, remained uneventful for the most part even, and now Foxrun found himself just entirely restless. He had somehow managed to convince Valeiah to come along with them, a surprise to himself really. Yet it was clear she still had a bit of fire to her temper. He still felt the persistent twist of what he could only assume was lingering guilt. Really, he couldn't place why the entire situation cause him such unease. He use find fun in poking and prodding at people, and never really felt bad about it. So why was this sticking so bad? He stared at his half emptied bowl of soup as he kept quiet with his thoughts; At least until a giant, deafening sound came from somewhere else in the desert and caused the hot substance to land directly in his lap....as if the explosive noises weren't startling enough on their own.... he let out a slight yelp at the sudden flash of heat and almost instantly flew to his feet in attempt to throw the bowl off. Too late of course.....


@/ whomever 
 
Dorian practically jumped into the air, startled by the explosion. "Sounds like someone is having a blast. Should I go see who or what it is?" He suggested, ready to shift and fly off.


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Bo lightheartedly chuckled at Aggie's fumbling of her words, but  not in a mocking way - if anything, he was laughing with her (except she wasn't laughing), because he felt that was something he would do, if he didn't thoroughly think out his introductions beforehand. 


"Well it's nice to meet you Aggie. Haha," He smiled, giving a small nod. "And uh, don't worry. We're all tired. Me, perhaps eternally tired, haha."


He leaned forward a little to get a better look at the small dog, Pippa. "Hm... he does look like he has a bit of an attitude, haha. But at least he's cute! Can't say that cuteness makes up for a bad personality though." He spoke with almost a laughter in his voice,  watching the dog send him what looked like glares.


"Is Pippa a good compan-" his words ended abruptly as he shut his mouth in response to the crashing echoing down the canyon. His emotions quickly ran across his face - first, apprehensiveness; a preparedness to fight, and then, worry, quickly followed by a pout of acceptance.


"...I'm not even surprised anymore." He mumbled, slighlty amused at himself for his own commentary. He turned to Aggie, with a ready theory as to the source of the noise.


"My guess, is that that crash in the canyon was probably caused by a person. If things go anything like this morning, it might be a benign person with no perceived ill intent. OR!" He raised up a finger as he thought of another idea. "It could be those giant bugs Ashlar talked about. ORRR it could ALSO be something sent for us. OR... it could be a comet." At this point his tone was far from serious, and he continued in a lighthearted, joking tone. "A comet sent by the gods," he said with an comedically dramatic emphasis on the hypothetical source of said hypothetical comet. "That perhaps... was sent as a warning for what is to come." His last words were said several notes lower, in a gravelly base.


Waiting only a few seconds for a response, he let out a short laugh before forcing himself to reign it in. 


He slid his hands down his face, physically trying to wipe his goofy grin off his face. He cleared his throat, "IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, someone should go check that out. It might have to be me. I have no idea. We'll see. Probably in a few seconds." He gave a small grin, being simultaneously alert to their surroundings and relaxed.


He looked over at Dorian, who'd piped up as volunteer. 


"Go for it!" He encouraged him, pointing at him with finger guns. "Don't see why not."


@L1d1ja


@Tater (oh my gosh he's such a goof haha, I hope he doesn't overwhelm poor aggie)
 
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Dorian did a mock salute before promptly shifting shapes and leaping into the air as a hawk. It didn't take him long to find the source of the explosion, and an slightly translucent shape of him appeared back at camp: an easier way for him to speak to everyone than telepathy.


"It's one person. I'll go ask them what they are doing here. If you hear fighting, they were not friendly." The illusion spoke before vanishing.


Dorian landed behind the man, instantly shifting back to his human shape. "Who are you and what did this canyon ever do to you to merit being blown up?" He asked.


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He didn't have to scout it out this time! Hawk friend was a blessing. Bo turned back to Aggie, his attentions back on her (although he did wonder what a lone person would be doing in the desert, he was far from surprised).


"Well, it seems my first prediction was true. Thus far. Hopefully this person doesn't mean harm..." he paused, trying to figure out a way to elicit a response from Aggie, since she seemed to possibly have difficulty with words. So, a question, "What do you think, Aggie?"


@Tater
 
(Ahaa, I haven't been keeping up because of homework and school! I'll reply and try and keep up. ;0;)


As Svetlana handed out soup, and others got settled, Lilith excused herself from the conversations and instead went to wander the desert. Ever since she had joined the group, she hasn't even done one spell to enhance her necromancy. At this rate, even if she found her family she wouldn't bring them back successfully. She walked far enough that the camp couldn't see her in the darkness and sat in the still warm sands from the hot day before. She opened her tattered satchel, pulled out a dagger, candles, and various unknown ingredients. She opened a bottle of a strange blue powdery substance, and poured it onto the sands in the shape of a circle. She stuck the candles into the ground surrounding the circle, and lit them with her finger. (Which was on fire because of her magic.) There was already an aura that seemed to drain her energy. She placed a bit more ingredients inside the circle, then went rummaging through her bag once more, to pull out something that was wrapped in cloth. She unwrapped the cloth to reveal a dead mouse. (Probably one her cat caught?) She placed the dead mouse inside the circle, and the flames instantly turned blue. Lilith took her dagger in hand, and raised her arm over the circle. She brought the blade to her arm and created a large, but singular wound. Three drops of blood fell into the circle, which fizzed when hitting the sands. She dropped her dagger and closed her eyes, having both of her arms towards the circle. "Quod erat mortuus revixit. Et vocavi vos, et non consurgant." Her hands glowed with a blue aura, and as the spell started it's works... BOOM! The explosion make Lilith jump and loose her focus. The candles blew themselves out. She cursed, and picked her things from the ground and back into her bag. She ran towards the explosion wide eyed, and saw two people. A familiar face, and one unknown to her. "What happened? Was anyone hurt?" She asked.


@L1d1ja @GlytchMeister
 
Oceana had been reading quietly, still sitting next to Nameen and Hjalmar when something went BOOM in the distance. 


"Ahhhhhh!!!"


The elf shot nearly three feet in the air, eyes wide and hand scrambling for her hunting knife.


Her sensitive ears were still ringing.


When she realized, belatedly, it was quite far away her temper flared to life.


"What the-?!"


Dorian had already flown off when she had found her bearings and the announcement by his projection that it was a person made her blood boil hotter.


Her cheeks flamed in embarrassment and anger as she imagined what she must have looked like ; A tattooed ball of leather and fur flying into the air spewing sand and books everywhere.


Whoever had just gotten the jump on her was going to pay. 


"I donnae care who they are! I'm nae feeling friendly and they're gonna feel it. Right in their tender bits!" She ranted, snatching up her redwood bow and marching off at a harsh pace towards the column of smoke now rising in the nearby canyon.


( @ someone... )
 
Nick wheeled about quickly to face the newcomer, a somewhat darker-skinned fellow built like a runner.  He kept a firm grip on his crossbow, but didn't take aim just yet. "Sorry, sorry!"  He half-shouted; his ears hadn't quite stopped ringing yet.  "Just got a little ahead of myself with some chemicals."  He grinned sheepishly before he noticed something was a bit odd about the man.  He adjusted his goggles to look through another lense.  "Hmm.  I haven't seen that sort of bonding tether in a while."  He lifted his goggles up onto his forehead.  "Anyway!  Sorry if I startled you, it was just a little accident."


Just then, a beautiful, if obviously sleep-deprived, blond woman with scars up and down her arms ran up to them, asking questions in a somewhat panicked voice.


Nick barely glanced at the scars before politely focusing his attention on her eyes - he had seen some pretty bad cases of cutters over the years, and this woman was pretty high up there.  He touched the rim of his hood and bowed slightly at her appearance.  "I appreciate your concern, young lady, but I'm quite alright.  Sorry if I spooked you.  Just a small mishap with some new chemicals."  Nick smiled and returned his crossbow to it's place at his back, re-tightening its shoulder strap as he walked forward, extending a hand out first to the lady.  "I'm Nicholas Wardenclyffe.  Pleasure to meet you."  As she accepted his greeting, he bowed slightly and briefly kissed the back of her hand.  "Nice to meet you as well," he said to the lean man.


@Queen of Fantasy @L1d1ja
 
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Garrett,  noticing Oceana's reaction, instantly scrambled to catch up to the elf. He grabbed her bow, careful not to yank it and accidentally injure her.


"Don't do anything stupid before thinking about it first. Antagonizing people never leads to good." He stated calmly.


@OlKaJa77


Dorian nearly recoiled at Nick's words: few were the people who knew how to see a familiar-mage bond while it was not in use.


"I'm Dorian Lie-Smith, nice to make your aquaintance." The familiar said, using his nickname instead of his actual last name. Nobody with good intentions would ever need it anyway. "What are you doing so far out in this desert?" He questioned.


@GlytchMeister @Queen of Fantasy
 
Me... Antagonize them?!


Oceana scowled at the human Mage who had tugged on her bow.


"But-!" She cried irritably "But they interrupted reading time, gods dammit!" The elf winced at how childish she sounded. She shook her head vigorously, crossing her arms defensively. The red wood of her bow gleamed in the firelight, the elegant weapon was slung over her shoulder.


"I was being quiet for once. Things were nice and quiet. With the usual exception of the idiot siblings." The tanned elf harrumphed grumpily, scowling at the fire as if it would share her feeling of being put-out.


"And that-.... That jack-antler blew up half the canyon!" She threw up her hands in frustration.


"I just- I... Th-They-.. AGH!!" Oceana cried, clenching her fists in front of her, elongated canines bared.


Then she plopped down and stuffed her bare toes into the sand.


"I hate all of you..." She mumbled weakly, not at all sounding as if she meant it.


@L1d1ja
 
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"It's not like they meat to annoy you when they created the explosion. Look, let's put it this way: if I was having enjoying the quiet, and you suddenly made a ruckus by dropping something, do you think I should be angry at you, or should I understand that the action was an accident not aimed at me and thus I should not hold a grudge?" Garrett asked, sitting down next to Oceana. "Plus you can always go back to your reading if you wish."


@OlKaJa77
 
Glancing up at Bo as he spoke, she gave a light smile, reaching up with her one hand and brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. Looking down as Bo got a closer look at Pippa, the little dog curled his nose in distaste. Aggie then captured one of his large ears between her thumb and forfinger and rubbed it soothingly,"Ya he thinks he's bigger than he really is and likes to sass. He would never bite out of reason though." picking up the corgi into her lap, she played with his paws for a brief moment before settling him down into her lap.


After a few moments of playing with his ears and stroking his head, the loud crash made the woman jump and give out a small yelp of surprise. Pippa in turn wriggled from her arms and proceeded to bark his little heart out before being silenced by Aggie's hand,"ShhhHHHhhh!" looking over to Bo as he spoke, her eyes squinted slightly in confusion at his words,"That sounds ridiculous." she cracked a small smile towards him,, her voice barely above a whisper as she shook her head.


/What an odd man. Is he trying hard to be like this? Or is this him?/ 


Her cheeks went hot again as she patted Pippa, who flopped on his fat side.


Looking up to Bo as a question was tossed in her direction, she shrugged a little."We can't make large judgements as of now; we don't know enough to support our claims." itching her wrists a tad she shrugged,"Regardless our minds should be open and wary of anything." glacing up to Bo, she almost had a hint of herself that wanted approval of this man. He seemed very nice and wanted to be his friend.


@soundofmind
 
Nick grinned mischievously as Dorian nearly jumped out of his skin at his words.  "It's the goggles."  He tapped a finger on the complicated eyepieces.  "Magic leaves traces, loose threads, lost energy, just like any other from of energy... I made these goggles so I could see things my eyes can't.  I can't see everything a run-of-the-mill magic user can, but I can also pick up on things magi can't see.  They're very handy when playing around in unexplored areas of alchemy and magic."  He chuckled a little at Dorian's last name or title.  "Lie-Smith, hmm?  Cheeky.  Not very good for escaping the notice of guards and merchants... But then, if you have to lie your way out of trouble with them, you probably haven't done things right."  He tapped the side of his nose conspiratorially before moving on.  "As for what I'm doing out here?  I'm studying these truly marvelous fossils - oh dear, that one got damaged by the blast - of ancient dragons with explosive teeth!"  He looked off into the distance, suddenly distracted by an idea.  "I wonder if I could apply that idea to arrowheads..."  He shook himself and refocused... This was the first real conversation he had had in over two centuries, he was a little out of practice.  "Ah, but, eh, what might you two be doing out here?"


@Queen of Fantasy @L1d1ja
 
"I know how magic works, more than you may think." Dorian rolled his eyes. "I don't need to escape the notice of guards and merchants. They never see me in the first place. Plus who knows if that name will ever be used a second time? As for what we are doing here: we are just passing by."


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Oceana grumbled at Garrett's words but acquiesced, stalking over to her mess of literature in the sand.


( @L1d1ja)


Huffing in annoyance she seated herself in her previous spot and dusted off her books.


Deciding that Desert Flora was not going to cool her simmering temper she picked up her book of poetry.


Her fury made it hard to concentrate and so in an effort to actually read she regressed to a habit many beginning readers had: reading aloud.


She had no idea she was actually voicing the words however. Her accented voice was low and full of concentration but those next to her could clearly hear the feeling as she spoke.


She turned the page to one of her favorites and began to read, her fingers slowly growing more relaxed throughout.


"I shot an arrow into the air.." She murmured.


"It fell to earth, I knew not where;


For, so swiftly it flew, the sight


Could nae follow it in its flight."


Her face relaxed more, brows no longer plagued by anger's deep furrows.


"I breathed a song into the air 


It fell to earth, I knew not where; 


For who has sight so keen and strong, 


That it can follow the flight of song?"


She knew what line came next and a faint smile touched her lips. The elf's expression turned warmer as she tucked a lock of hair behind one elven ear.


"Long, long afterward, in an oak" her soft tenor voice said.


"I found the arrow, still unbroke; 


And the song, from beginning to end,


I found again in the heart of a friend."


She pictured Duananne, her greatest friend and closest confidant, pulling an arrow out of a tree and scolding her for bothering the poor elm. She imagined her kind smile as she ruffled the younger's raven locks.


And for all the sorrow the thought usually brought, it just made Oceana sigh in bittersweet happiness. 


( @Lo Alyssa @Rydellius I mean if you want to interact)
 
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      Svetlana was hardly surprised when the explosion sounded in the canyons. She was half expecting something strange to happen, or another odd traveler to pop along and join them (for their quest or just for dinner), maybe even both!


      Yaroslav wasn't quite as prepared. He had been resting his eyes, leaning against a large rock by the fire when the boom sounded, and his first thought was that they were under attack. Instinctively, he reach for his axes and pulled them out. Hjalmar simply choked on his soup, regretting he was drinking it so fast. He wiped his mouth and looked above as the whole company was. There was a small moment of silence afterwards, as the group was trying to register what happened. Dorian volunteered to investiagte, and informed them it was yet another strange character that caused it. Oceana seemed furious, but was thankfully coaxed into staying with the group by Garret. Thank god at least one person had their head screwed on tight.


      Then she started softly reading poetry aloud. Probably to calm her nerves, or something like that. Hjalmar simply listened, and it seemed Ashlar was too. The man even closed his eyes, soaking the words in.


      When she finished, he sighed, "I do love poetry, that was lovely. Especially when spoken with such a clear and strong voice." He complimented the elf, "That's a work of art, that is." He smiled.


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