Shyanne was slightly shocked when Telwyn spoke. Finally, she said, "Whatever we decide, can we do it quickly?" She asked through a clenched jaw. "The bandits are not that far off, you know..."
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Posted : January 29, 2011 1:13 pm
Jarien listened, first to Micah and then to Telwyn. He looked down, felt Adi's hand on his shoulder, and looked back up.
"As i said, I don't want to cause a division... and as much as traveling together could also draw attention to ourselves, there is strength in numbers. I feel a longing to find my father at the coast, but I don't think harm has befallen him or I would know that something had happened."
He paused and nodded, "We will continue with the rest of the group... provided..." he looked at Micah, "I have to get to my father eventually... I feel that the rings may have some important purpose that he can explain."
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Posted : January 30, 2011 8:44 am
Micah took note of the tone of severity in Telwyn's voice, and was reminded just how dangerous their predicament was. He also knew Shyanne was right: they couldn't afford to wait around for the bandits to come after them.
Jarien voiced his desire to see his father, but also suggested he would be willing to delay that desire for the interest of the group if need be. Micah greatly admired his willingness to think of everyone, even in these dire times. "Jarien, the rings interest me too. If you think we can learn more about them at the coast, we should go there. But first, if you're willing to continue with us, we'll bring Shyanne to her father; like Telwyn said she'll probably be safer there."
He searched the eyes of everyone present, feeling satisfied that they had reached at least a tentative agreement. Then he looked to Telwyn expectantly. "Alright, lead the way to Dravon."
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Posted : January 30, 2011 3:36 pm
On the way to Dravon, Edmund asked Shyanne, "So, what is your dad like, exactly?" He had not been in a rich area for a long time, since fleeing from the king and his men. "Think I could find a better sword once we get to Dravon?"
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Telwyn laughed, this time silently again. "Very well. First task: Get across this river without getting wet. We can't afford to get sick, we don't have enough blankets to go around and we can't build a big enough fire to dry us out until we get a little farther away from the- bandits." She hesitated as though she were about to call them something different, but decided against it.
With a mischievous grin, she sauntered towards a decently sized tree, the boughs of which hung over the rocky beach. She disappeared into its shade and a second later her voice sang out (though not loudly), "Oh, would someone find me a thick, smooth stick about two feet long and still newly fallen enough to be strong? Don't cut one down from a tree, or someone might notice."
A minute later she came out from under the branches with one end of a rope in her hand, grinning and laughing silently as if she were extraordinarily pleased with herself. Someone brought her the branch and she examined it carefully. With a quick shake of her head, she pointed to a small bit of branch coming off the main stick. Tucking her hand under her cloak, she brought it out holding a small knife with a horn handle and used it to smooth the stick even further.
"Alright," she grinned, handing it back to the person who gave it to her. "I'll be right back."
With that, she plunged into the river, still holding one end of the rope. The water was not too very deep, nor was the current too very strong, but it still came up to her chest and tried to push her downstream. But with strokes of her free arm, she made it to the other side very well indeed and climbed out onto the bank. Again, she chose a tree and vanished beneath its branches. Suddenly, the rope that she had left trailing on the ground behind her whipped up and tightened, quivering at the sudden movement, suspended about six feet above the river and at a slope the higher end of which was on the side of the group. A moment later she emerged from the shadows, nearly strutting in her self satisfaction. Even so, something in her air was more amusing than annoying.
Again, she hopped into the river and waded across, back to the group. "Alright folks!" She said cheerily. She was dripping wet and the wind was biting, but she did not shiver or even seem to notice. "Now, here's how you do it! Men, you may need to help the others. We're all exhausted and it's now we need your strength." She unceremoniously jerked the stick out of the hands of the person holding it and marched gleefully to the tree. "If you're as short as me, you're going to have to climb the tree a bit to get to the rope, or just get someone to hold you up." She demonstrated the former option by vanishing into the shadows and reappearing with a whoosh, the stick on top of the rope and both of her hands on either side of it. The slanted rope carried her high and dry over the river as she whizzed down it, although she was obliged to lift her feet so as not to have them drag.
"Alright!" she laughed as she dropped off on the other side and observed their faces, "Haven't you ever done this? Here, catch!" She tossed the stick to the other side.
A few minutes later, they were all on the correct side and none of them were wet except for possibly their feet. Telwyn laughed so hard watching them zoom over the rope towards her that she was doubled over most of the time they were coming.
After they had all made it over, Telwyn straightened, lifted a finger with a grin as if to say "wait just a moment" and hopped back into the river, waded across, untied the other end of the rope and came back, holding it in her hand. After untying the second end and wrapping it into a bundle, she turned to the group and made a sweeping, dramatic, "follow me" gesture and tramped into the forest without turning to see if they were following, which of course they were.
She seemed to have complete confidence in herself and that was reassuring. But her manner was so gleeful and energetic that is was just as easy to imagine her playing a rollicking game of Hide and Seek as it was to imagine her guiding a troop of hunted outcasts away from almost certain death. Actually, it was easier.
Not far beyond the river she halted in a very small clearing that was so shaded by the branches overhead that the moon's rays filtered in only very faintly. The creamy softness of the rays gave the clearing an ethereal look that made it seem as though faeries would come dancing out at any moment. As it was, the first creature to trespass on its silvery grass was Telwyn, who jumped into the area, stood in the center and spun around, hands on hips. With this final examination, she looked back at the group who were straggling into the clearing behind her.
"Alright, we bivouac here for the night! And a princely castle it is, too! Ah! How much would the world pay if we could but bottle up a portion of these moonbeams to use as lights? But, I suppose it's better this way: we don't have to share!" She laughed cheerily, no sign of weariness betraying itself in her manner. A moment later she paused and watched as the group collapsed in little heaps of exhaustion. Her eye fell on Susanne and her lip twisted in a thoughtful sort of way. Then she turned to Micah.
"There's a few more things that need to be done before I can call it off for the night. It'll take me away from the camp, so do want to chaperon me?" Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
((OOC: Geez, this took me forever to write! I can't tell you how many times I was interrupted! I'm sorry y'all've had to wait on me for so long. >.< And I'm sorry it's so lengthy too... I just felt that it was terribly important that it was made clear how they got across the river without dying of pneumonia. 
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Posted : February 3, 2011 2:53 pm
Micah watched in total confusion as Telwyn began her work, crossing the river twice to tie off the rope. When it finally struck him what she was up to, he couldn’t help grinning slightly at the idea. Strange though she may be, she certainly knew how to think quickly and creatively. Micah stationed himself by the rope, helping anyone who needed assistance reaching it. After only a few minutes, everyone had crossed over, and Micah followed last.
Micah surveyed the small clearing Telwyn stopped at, deciding it would work well for a resting stop. The glade was very secluded and serene, almost unnaturally so. Just entering it seemed to somewhat lighten the burden of anxiety and weariness that the group carried.
Micah eyed Telwyn warily when she said she had “a few more things” to do and asked if he’d want to chaperone her. “What sort of things?” He asked incredulously, his voice mixed with a certain severity. He was momentarily surprised by his own skepticism, but rationalized that it was probably warranted; her peculiar mannerisms were enough to cause anyone to question her. He let his question stand, not yet deciding whether he should trust her to leave or not.
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Posted : February 4, 2011 1:39 pm
"Oh, you know: Things," Telwyn replied, laughing. "But seriously, I need to double check the trail we made and see what I can do to cover it up. Plus one or two other little things along the way." She grinned cheekily.
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Posted : February 4, 2011 2:49 pm
Lady Shyanne watched in horror as Telwyn showed them how to get across. She shook her head and said, "I cannot do that."
However, Micah offered a few encouraging words and assisted her. She fought the urge to scream as she went across. Landing on the other side, she exhaled and walked as far away from the river as she could.
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Posted : February 6, 2011 9:29 am
Brendlyn sat down in the grass, her crossbow resting in her lap.
Sighing, Brendlyn felt as if she were sitting far in the shadows, instead of right next to the others. She had felt a great responsibility for the people of this group, and had hoped to be of great help to them. So far, she had not been given that chance. Not from lack of her own ability. But merely because this new woman, Telwyn, had been so... gracious to do it for her...
She looked up at Telwyn, who was speaking to Micah. Brendlyn didn't trust her. There was something about her that wasn't quite right. When it came to strangers, one had to be cautious in any time, let alone a time of danger such as this. Who was this woman and why did she concern herself with their group? There must be some deeper reason for it all -- something she was hiding. And if only they knew... they might not be too quick to trust her.
"Why are the others so quick to follow her?" Brendlyn ased herself. "They certainly were not so quick to trust me."
She did not feel it wise to confront anyone on the subject just yet, but she would be watching the woman carefully. Very carefully.
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Crossing the river had posed a challenge, to say the least, for Susanne. The weakness from lack of sleep proved itself to be stronger than she had expected, and she was hesitant to even try such a feat. In the end she had managed to cross, after Micah had given her a warm smile and a word of encouragement. After they all had made it, they again trailed after Telwyn, who lead them here and there, until arriving at a clearing.
Susanne collapsed on the soft, cold, grass with an exhausted groan. It had been a long wearisome day, and after everything, she wished for nothing but to sleep. The soft rushing of the twilight breeze soothed her, and she closed her eyes pulling the blanket closer around her shoulders. She used her arms as a pillow for her head, and put her hair in a fashion that it would block the wind from touching her skin.
Slumber soon slipped in to claim her, and she fell asleep with the murmur of distant voices...
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Posted : February 6, 2011 1:21 pm
Micah released a long, indecisive sigh. Truth be told, he was more than ready to bed down for the night and get some rest; but he didn't like the idea of Telwyn trekking off to who-knows-where doing who-knows-what all on her own. She had proven her skill and her worth, but he still didn't trust her yet. "Fine, if you must. I'll go along with you. Let's do this quickly though, alright?"
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Posted : February 7, 2011 10:47 am
Telwyn grinned, "Right you are, captain!" she said and saluted teasingly.
Then she turned to the group, cast her eye over them and settled on Jarien. She moved quickly towards him and said, "Could you make us a little bitty fire? About like this." She spread her hands into a circle, her thumbs and fingertips almost touching. "Not too big, or else it'll make too much smoke. I'm judging you to know how to make a fire that has a minimum of smoke and that's why I'm leaving you in charge of this." She grinned encouragingly, "And yes, I wouldn't ask you to postpone your sleep if it weren't important. After you make the fire..." She withdrew her hands into her cloak and brought them out again with a tiny pot and a water skin. She poured some water into the pot and handed it to Jarien. "Put this on it and then you can go to sleep. It should be just boiling by the time we get back."
Immediately she spun on her heel and plunged into the forest, vanishing almost instantly. As soon as Micah stepped into the darkness of the trees however, he could see her waiting for him. As soon as he saw her, she was moving rapidly forward again. Her never-ending energy made her difficult to keep up with and she was often stopping and looking back at Micah to see if he was still coming.
After a little while, she stopped entirely and waited until Micah had caught up with her before pointing to the ground. "That is the trail we left. Everyone did quite well following my instructions, for first timers anyway, but all those feet, even if they were all as experienced as mine are, would still leave a trail. So, in order to keep us trail-less, I need to..." She stooped and rustled the leaves with her hands, fluffing them up so as not to look so tamped down. She straightened some branches and ran her fingers through some dirt, tossed aside a broken twig and replaced it with a whole one, and other like operations. She worked rapidly, walking backwards with that uncanny way of avoiding trees that she had. Suddenly she straightened and with an exclamation of satisfaction pounced onto a faint slope of dirt. "Ah! Here's something I was looking for!" She was grinning with a very pleased look on her face. Her long, slender fingers were plucking leaves off of the plant while she spoke, "This is 'Triliphas', known for it's skin healing properties." She stood and began to tuck the leaves under her cloak, then had a second thought and handed them to Micah. "Here, you'd better hold this. You never know whether or not I'll switch them out for something poisonous if I keep them." She laughed heartily at her odd and actually not very funny joke and went back to her trail-covering activities.
A little while later she left off to pull a short, skinny plant gingerly out of the ground and pointed to it's surprisingly large root system. "'Tyalum', good for preventing infections," she explained.
Finally, after a few more pauses for plant gathering, they made it back to camp.
"Alright!" murmured Telwyn, so as not to wake anyone, "Now to get to that boiling water!"
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Posted : February 8, 2011 12:43 pm
Jarien and Adi had been the last in line when they came into the camp, having helped the others by steadying the rope. They entered the clearing side by side, and were about to sit when Telwyn asked Jarien to build the fire, describing the size.
He simply gave a nod, and set to work. He was no stranger to building a fire, and it was a simple matter, though made somewhat more difficult by the fact that it had rained recently and he needed perfectly dry tinder for a smokeless fire. After a few minutes, he succeeded in collecting everything needed, and had the fire lit.
Adi had hung back while he built the fire, but now that he was done, they sat together, close to Brendlyn.
Jarien seemed to examine the girl for a moment and then spoke, "Are you alright? you've been very quiet for a while now."
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Posted : February 11, 2011 4:19 am
Micah followed Telwyn through the woods, taking note of the way she covered up their trail. There was no doubt about it, she was exactly the skilled expert of woodcraft that she advertised herself as. He was still confused as to why she would go out of her way to help them, but watching her work now, he was thankful to have her.
He surveyed the herbs she picked, taking special interest in the Triliphas. "Ah, yes... the master blacksmith who trained me often kept some of this to heal burns, only he called it Angel Sage."
At last they returned to the camp, and Micah saw that Jarien had complete the task Telwyn had asked very efficiently. "What is the water for?" He asked curiously.
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Posted : February 11, 2011 8:58 am
Telwyn chuckled with satisfaction, both at seeing the water on and gently boiling, and at Micah's curiosity. She grinned and gave Jarien a "perfect" gesture, her index finger forming a circle with her thumb. Then without a word, she took the plants out of Micah's hands and sat cross-legged in front of the tiny fire. The leaves she had plucked she now dropped into the steaming water, then took out her horn handled knife and carefully began to strip the outer layer of the roots away. Finally, she chopped the skinned roots into pieces and slipped them into the pot as well. Moving up to her knees, she leaned over the pot as it began to heat up the plants and boil more fiercely. Wafting her hands over the steam, pushing the steam into gentle billows, she breathed in the scent with a deep sigh and for once her face looked relaxed, her smile was calm and not exuberant. For once, you could actually see the bow shape in her rose colored lips and the lean, strong structure of her cheekbones. She looked more like a woman and less like a child when she was calm. With a hand she beckoned to Micah and gestured for him to breathe in the steam as well. It was, rather predictably, very herb-y smelling, but it did indeed have a soothing, comfortable feeling about it. Telwyn pulled her head out of the steam and grinned again, all the mischief and twinkle back in her eyes.
"Now I'll let this boil down for a little while. Then we'll see what else it's good for." Abruptly, she changed the subject, "So, who's taking first watch? I've got a few more hours left, if you trust me to be the only one awake," she winked mischievously. "I can also keep an eye on this, if I do," she dipped her knife into the boiling water and stirred it carefully, then looked up at Micah for his answer.
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