#new worlds ateraan

[cathcacen]

Darci turns to Ithaera and says, "I heard if you shake Ithaera too hard baby wombats fall out of her pockets."

Ithaera lets out a loud screech of laughter.

<Merchant> Ithaera laughs so hard she has to clutch her belly, barely able to get out the words. "Oh, gods! This rumour!" Rhialla <Merchant> What is it? <Merchant> Neina perks up "Do tell?" <Merchant> Ithaera laughs and sobs and laughs. "I heard if you shake Ithaera too hard baby wombats fall out of her pockets." <Merchant> Aleira giggles

Secretly: Neina dies laughing To Neina, you send secretly: Ithaera is also about dead.

Ithaera <Merchant> This is my FAVOURITE rumour about me ever.

[phylophe]

Finally filled this in! Started this in December last year... persisted through thesis hell and finished it over time! 

Maybe I’ll write a bit on each OC later. The black borders separate each group of OCs according into different universes.

Original meme by nekokyuuketsuki, cross-posted to DeviantArt. 

[putai]

what muds were/are your favorites?

Damn how do you know I like MUDs? That's kinda wild. New Worlds Ateraan and Aardwolf are definitely my favorites tho

[cathcacen]

Anarei, healer             |     Ora, huntress Laori, scout                 |     Ithaera, restaurateur Deiadra, apothecary   |     Ailey, midwife

My bby girls + unglam fantasy-realm jobs

Make your own (x)

[cathcacen]

The best descript of coffee I have ever read

>look coffee

The drink is served in a large mug of thick dark brown porcelain, with the inside walls being dyed in snow white. The mug itself would provide an interesting aesthetic sight if you could actually be bothered to look at it - which, of course, you cannot, because the real gem is what lies inside of it. It is filled right to the brim with that so familiar dark liquid that people call  coffee. The top is covered by a thin layer of thin light brown foam, save for several patches in it that reveal that this coffee means business. For the liquid beneath the foam is dark black in colour. Totally black. More black than the Lord Dahkoar himself. Which can mean only one thing. Inside is just pure, black, strong coffee. No milk or any such nonsense. What more can you want? A tea? That is right, but if you are one of these strange people who prefer coffee, you will be happy. Created at the Chef House by Barnton.

>smell coffee

Inhaling the smell of this drink has exactly the effect you expect - it pierces through your senses, tingling each of them in turn and bringing the promise of joy and refreshment. It is characteristically strong and bitter, almost exactly as the smell of roasted coffee beans, making you admiring the purity of the drink almost completely unspoiled by dairy nonsense. Indeed  if you are drinking coffee, drink coffee. Milk is for babies. There is probably gazillion of other words you can think of when smelling the drink - invigorating, smooth, rich. What more can you want? Tea. >taste coffee

After taking a sip of this coffee, you feel like you have been suddenly brought back to life. As if you have been dying, catching your last desperate breaths and all of a sudden a good priest came and healed you completely. And vitalised you. And gained you. So you are at your full strength, your mind is so clear that you can in a minute solve the problem of the meaning of life and your legs are so rested that you could run from Gahlen to Darmahk carrying the complete Jempek on your back. The drink itself tastes moderately bitter and quite strong, providing quite rich, highly energising but at the same time soothing taste. Diluting the otherwise very strong coffee with the hot water results in the taste that is elegant, complex and subtle. What more can you want? Tea.

[cathcacen]

The exact moment I realised Ithaera is a Valdel cousin:

Center of Town

  The heart of the city plays host to a splendid marble fountain, gleaming in the light of the sun. A graceful statue rises from the pristine waters; water cascades in delicate droplets, all the colors of a prism, from its cupped hands. In the distance to the north, the spires of Gahlen Castle beckon invitingly. To the south lie the low roofs of the land's historical buildings. The slums are westwards, while a paved road leads eastwards to Market Street.

  The proud statue of a Feline Warrior stands here.

  Obvious exits: north, south, east and west.

Three Gahlen guards.

>look warrior The statue appears to be made of a precious blue marble. The sensual, yet powerful frame of the female feline radiates majesty. A golden bluejay rests stoically on the feline's right shoulder.

Ithaera stares at the bluejay on the feline's shoulder for a good, long while. She seems amused, perhaps reminiscing. "Aw, a cutie," She whispers.

[cathcacen]

Casien ooc tells you: Hey, sorry if this is weird. I'm an old friend of Alzheni's- I just wanted to say I always appreciated your IC relationship with him. It's so easy to subscribe to drama and pettiness in New Worlds, but it always seemed that Elynna's character was somehow above it all. Anyway! Hope everything is great, good to see you on the 'who l' list.

Well thanks, I appreciate Alz and Ely’s relationship too XD It’s probably one of the least drama-filled marriages in NWA if not THE least drama-filled marriage ahahahahahhaa.

[cathcacen]

Ithaera Valdel - 1/?

Merchant, Cake Queen, and Lover of Lemons

My family calls me Itty.

I am the youngest of Cassia and Maikel Valdel's litter; first came Adrian, tall, handsome, wise, honourable, and filial - the fitting first son to an ancient family of considerable land and respectable name. Then came Owen, a streetwise boy who would grow to be a strapping young warrior beloved by all. Countless other cousins would follow after: Brave Rory and beautiful Torunn, sweet Nessa and earnest Evangeline, Aislinn and Jasper and Amaethon and Celandine - druids and elementalists and greenwalkers all, the Valdels of the North are tightly bonded.

I was born on a sunny spring day, a little small and a little frail, with all the grace of a tired old boar and none of the meat to spare. I should've known I was meant to be itty from the start.

The years wore on. My brothers grew side by side, and I remained their beloved little sister to protect. Perhaps I needed it after all - their wisdom and their strength were a cocoon for me, a safety net of sorts, and they were all the happier for my imagined safety. But life has a funny way of telling you to grow up and take charge; I learnt this lesson by way of a hunt gone awry, and gained a scar to wear with pride - a reminder of the day I first realised I had to be more than just Itty.

And so I trained. I sat with merchant apprentices as they balanced their numbers, bothered and buggered them until they consented to teach me the tricks of the trade. My cousin Celandine would visit from the far West, and in her never-ending patience would teach me how to cook and bake and sew. In these hours, I learn how to feel joy in accomplishment. I learn who I am.

I learn my worth, and then I show my worth. And now, I'm ready to see what I have to offer away from the safety of home.

My family calls me Itty. My name is Ithaera - and I am a Valdel.

[cathcacen]

In which Ithaera collects teapots, and is proud of her cousin’s bb Clover

Seraphine says to Rylan, "Ithaera here collected teapots, I collected teacups. So we are looking for our long lost Saucer." 

Ithaera chuckles heartily, shaking her head as she waves a hand - careful to not spill her tea, of course! "Surely not. You'll soon realise I'm a very careless Teapot, always wandering into walls because its head is in the clouds. My brothers hated when I did things like that."

Ithaera asks Rylan, "How are you with saucers? Do you like them?"

Rylan raises one eyebrow.

Balen <Kingdom> Someone killed a guard inside Memorial Heights and left the corpse in the street

Rylan sighs. Rylan wields Silver long sword {gripped} {sharpened}. Rylan leaves west.

Seraphine emits a peal of laughter at Ithaera's question, grinning between Rylan and the other woman. "If you bump a wall too hard," she says to Ithaera, "I am a useful person to have around! Or we could put you in a nice field, with no walls."

Ithaera watches westwards as the potential Saucer leaves, then looks back at Seraphine. "Oh, that's been done, too. I tripped on a rock and made a Teapot-sized dent in the farmer's crops. He was so mad."

Rylan arrives from the west.

Seraphine bites her bottom lip and pats Ithaera most soothingly, her brows furrowed thoughtfully. "What if... we made you a cloud-suit? Made all of pillows, to protect wayward elbows and knees should you run into anything at all?"

Rylan asks to Ithaera, "Sorry.. Saucers?"

Seraphine says to Rylan, "Ithaera here collected teapots, I collected teacups. So we are looking for our long lost Saucer." Seraphine peeks about the tavern hopefully.

Rylan says, "Oh.. I collect heads."

Ithaera laughs heartily.

Seraphine says, "Well... maybe you're the unexpected fourth we never knew we needed." Seraphine nods sagely.

Ithaera says, "Teacup, Teapot, Saucer, and Heads."

Lorsh shakes his head slowly.

Ithaera nods firmly in agreement, too.

Seraphine beams brightly.

Rylan chuckles softly.

Ithaera exclaims to Seraphine, "The cloud suit, though - it'll probably become a legend of sorts. Children would fear me. The wandering clumsy cloud!"

Seraphine grins at Ithaera, "Mayhaps. Or mayhaps you'd become a legend like... the spirit of Winter, or that fat baby who shoots arrows of love. You could just leave candy in your wake wherever you float, and children will love you, clumsiness and all."

Rylan says, "Children are evil."

Seraphine grins at Rylan. Seraphine says to Rylan, "Their hands are -always- sticky."

Lorsh chortles.

Rylan says to Seraphine, "No they are always up to something and their little hands fit in your pockets to where you can't feel them." Rylan says, "Makes ya wanna snap em in half."

Seraphine tilts her head back to laugh. Seraphine asks to Rylan, "Do you feel the same way about gnomes?"

Rylan says, "Gnomes are good for yards and leatherball." Rylan nods lots.

Seraphine says to Rylan, "Lawn gnomes are actually pretty cute."

Ithaera almost chokes on her tea in laughter at the idea of a fat baby shooting arrows. Ithaera says to Seraphine, "I think children are sort of cute. My cousin Cel recently had a baby, and they named her Clover. She's really cute." Ithaera says, "Though I say that because Cel is always making me treats, and I have hopes for Clover learning to bake like her momma." Ithaera smiles serenely.

A smile, unbidden, crosses Seraphine's patrician features. "Clover is... a really, really cute name, that I can only imagine goes with a very cute baby. And if she grows up to bake, all the better!"

[cathcacen]

But like, lykos snuggles. :<

Reticrius looks at fuzzy slippers of soft brown fur. Reticrius holds up a foot! Reticrius shows slippers to Drustian Reticrius says to Drustian, "That is what happened to the last misbehaving lykos recruit, forsooth..."

Secretly: Reticrius sneaks up into your mind and POUNCES To Reticrius, you send secretly: Nivienne eeps and faints dead away!

Barakat smiles at you.

Reticrius tells you exclaiming: Oh snot! I killed her!

Reticrius <Merchant> Wherever is miss nivienne? <Merchant> Reticrius looks guilty! Drustian <Merchant> Sleeping chambers!

Barakat says to Nivienne, "And I'd never dare let you out of my mind, no matter the venture.  The feet didn't stray back here without any coaxing, I'll say so much."

Lezah <Merchant> She's hunting you down so she can make you into slippers.

To Reticrius, you send secretly: Nivienne is semi-unconscious, and as such does not respond.

You grin at Barakat.

Lezah <Merchant> Look behind you, Reticrius! Reticrius <Merchant> I think I killed her!

You say to Barakat, "It's the threat of the angry, cleaver-wielding friend."

<Merchant> Anese eeps!

Reticrius arrives from the east.

Barakat smirks.

Reticrius bites his lip. Reticrius dashes over to Nivienne. Reticrius looks at you.

Nivienne glances at Reticrius, then flops back in her chair, as if fainting dead away!

Reticrius gasps. Reticrius exclaims, "You LIAR! You faked it!"

Barakat snickers.

Reticrius bursts out laughing!

Drustian looks at Reticrius.

Reticrius clears his throat. Reticrius peers about.

Drustian shakes his head sadly. Drustian asks to Reticrius, "HOW COULD YOU?"

Reticrius hops over to Nivienne and sits on her lap.

Drustian makes comforting hand flailing movements at Nivienne.

Reticrius snuggles up to you affectionately.

Nivienne straightens and shakes her head, then resumes her previous posture, even as she is snuggled.

Barakat grins.

Drustian cackles.

You say to Reticrius, "Oh, you're lucky your fur is so.. fuzzy... fuzzy."

Reticrius chuckles happily.

Nivienne sighs contentedly as she cuddles Reticrius, much like a beloved, fluffy toy-friend.

Drustian reaches a hand out to poke Reticrius. Drustian feels reticrius.

Reticrius rests his head on Nivienne's shoulder, looking very much contented. Reticrius sticks his tongue out at Drustian.

Drustian asks to Nivienne, "Good slipper material?" Drustian sticks his tongue out at Reticrius.

You say to Drustian, "So perfect. He actually -does- have a pair of those slippers."

Drustian says, "I'M KIDDING." Drustian boggles at the concept. Drustian stares at Reticrius. Drustian stares at you.

Reticrius clears his throat. Reticrius chuckles mischievously.

Drustian says, "You mean... you mean..."

You twiddle your thumbs.

Drustian asks, "You -meant- it?" Drustian stares at you.

Reticrius gives Nivienne a kiss on the cheek as he slides away from her and stands. Reticrius holds up a finger. Reticrius looks at backpack.

You exclaim to Drustian, "I'll never tell!"

Drustian looks HORRIFIED.

Reticrius scratches his head. Reticrius leaves east. Reticrius arrives from the east.

Drustian exclaims, "My own assistant guild mistress, a lykos hunter!"

Reticrius equips fuzzy slippers of soft brown fur.

Drustian blinks.

You grin at Barakat sidelong, then nods solemnly at Drustian.

Drustian looks at Reticrius.

Reticrius struts proudly around the room.

Drustian stares at Reticrius.

Reticrius looks at fuzzy slippers of soft brown fur. Reticrius holds up a foot! Reticrius shows slippers to Drustian Reticrius says to Drustian, "That is what happened to the last misbehaving lykos recruit, forsooth..."

You twiddle your thumbs.

Reticrius says to Drustian, "No wonder there are so few of us in the guild.."

Drustian shudders from horror. Drustian looks at Hothan.

Reticrius grins mischievously.

Drustian looks at Reticrius.

Nivienne glances aside towards Hothan, too.

Reticrius makes snipping motions towards Hothan.

Drustian says, "I'm not sleeping in here any more."

Reticrius stifles a laugh.

Nivienne snickers softly.

Drustian peers about. Drustian scowls!

Reticrius says to Drustian, "Wise move."

You exclaim to Drustian, "Oh, don't be like that. We only snip those we love!"

Drustian nods at Reticrius. Drustian asks to Nivienne, "Er." He pauses. "What do you do to those you hate?"

You say to Drustian, "Lykos-fur underpants. They're all the new fashion in Surik, I hear."

Reticrius turns arouns, struggling to look at his back. He runs his fingers around near the hem of his trousers at his lower back, "I could swear I am missing a patch here, you know.."

Drustian's ears twitch.

Nivienne laughs softly.

Drustian says, voice rather small, "Oh."

Reticrius scratches his head. Reticrius looks at Drustian.

You comfort Drustian.

Reticrius says to Nivienne, "He has nothing to worry about, does he? His fur is not half so handsome, forsooth.."

Drustian growls at Reticrius halfheartedly.

Reticrius snickers.

You say to Reticrius, "Indeed. I had no intentions whatsoever of shaving Drustian, nor you. It's just fun to see him squirm."

Drustian looks indignant.

Reticrius laughs quietly.

Drustian exclaims, "I do not squirm!"

Reticrius says to you in elven, "He is rather human for a lykos, you know.." Reticrius winks at Drustian.

You say to Reticrius, "Indeed? It does not matter. We still love him."

Drustian says to Reticrius in elven, "I resent that."

You grin at Drustian playfully.

Reticrius says to you in elven, "He wears doublets and fancy trousers, but can not yet manage shoes, eh?"

Drustian sniffs.

Reticrius clears his throat. Reticrius bursts out laughing.

Drustian smacks Reticrius upside the head.

Reticrius beams at Drustian. Reticrius coughs. Reticrius snorts. Reticrius laughs.

Nivienne laughs softly.

Drustian says, "Grr."

Reticrius throws an arm genially around Drustian's shoulders. Reticrius squeezes Drustian fondly.

[cathcacen]

But like omg my feels! So many hearts. <3

Elynna dips her head gently.

Akiva waves at you. Akiva ponders the situation. Akiva asks to Elynna, "Are you the Druid that made the story about the brave little bear?"

Raelle sits up to wave both hands at Elynna in a silent greeting.

Elynna waves one hand at Raelle, looking remarkably amused at the two-handed wave, then turns to dip her head at Akiva. You ask to Akiva, "Ah, yes. I had meant to ask Ocypete how that event went. Did you enjoy it?”

Raelle looks at you.

Akiva says to Elynna, "Yes! Very much so.. I actually got a uhm."

look raelle

Akiva fiddles with her sleeve for a moment before showing her arm to Elynna, "I got a small tattoo to remember me to be brave, I have a problem with my courage at times."

You say to Raelle, "You are still the fairest of them all."

Akiva looks at Akiva.

Elynna slants a sidelong teasing smile at Raelle, then looks towards Akiva again, blinking gently.

look akiva You see a female human, She has a background of large dark trees with a small bear cradled in a vine hammock covers the entire inside of her forearm. Hovering over him is a tiny golden faerie. Above the trees the night sky is depicted with the big bear and little bear constellations clearly represented. Beneath the scene in bold script is the word "Bravery".

Raelle peeks up at Elynna, grinning sheepishly. She studies the other woman and then blurts out, quite happily, "YOU LOOK PRETTY TODAY."

Elynna studies Akiva's tattoo, her face a perfect mask as she blinks gently at the symbolicism of it. After a while, she dips her head, evidently touched, though perhaps not quite aware of how best to show such--she simply offers a smile then, one warm and ever so slightly dimpled in her right cheek. "That is lovely, sister. I am glad you found some meaning in that tale."

You tell Raelle: Also thank you. I am trying very hard to not do that thing where I blush, but that was a really sweet thing to do, with the tattoo.

Akiva smiles as she clasps her hands in front of her chest, smiling widely as she bowed her head a few times out of respect, "It was a beautiful tale, very touching indeed."

Elynna folds her hands together, settling them upon her lap where she has settled upon a sort of sit. "Thank you. Truly, thank you. I am honoured. And above all, glad that a simple tale has touched you." She pauses, then, letting out a soft sigh of relief. "Ocypete must have done a fantastic job. I must thank her appropriately."

Raelle tells you exclaiming: Belatedly, I adore her tattoo and now I know why she got it! Raelle looks at Akiva.

You tell Raelle: I am surprised and touched.

Raelle tells you: Do you still have a copy of the story?

You tell Raelle: I do. Do you want it?

Raelle tells you exclaiming: Only when it's convenient for you to send it along!

You tell Raelle: Oh, of course.

Raelle tells you exclaiming: I appreciate that a lot!

[cathcacen]

They be derpin’.

Raelle <Druid> I can't be awake for her hunt, so will you send her my congratulations and also let me know if there's something she wanted that does not survive? Maybe I could gift it to her afterwards.

Chauncey <Druid> Yes, I'll let her know

Elynna <Druid> Next week? You must be excited.

Raelle <Druid> Also this hopeful can't even read common so I don't know how to work with her. Kalawakan. I'm inclined to ask her to wait on tasking until she has a bit of a better grasp on the language. But, what do you guys think?

<Druid> Elynna smiles at Raelle

Raelle <Druid> I AM ELYNNA!

Adilayd <Druid> That sounds like a good idea, Raelle.

Chauncey <Druid> No, you're RAELLE

Raelle <Druid> It is the thirty first, guys. The wedding is just me and fatty and Ocy, but there is a reception afterwards that everyone is invited to.

Elynna <Druid> You're Elynna? Good heavens, am I Raelle then?

Adilayd <Druid> If she can't speak or read common, she can't really contribute to the faith at this time.

Kulana <Druid> see what her task looks like then make that desicion

Raelle <Druid> Chauncey, are you free to come explain that to Kalawakan? I don't speak nymph.

Raelle <Druid> I -AM- ELYNNA.

<Druid> Raelle preens her hair.

Elynna <Druid> Surely not. You would be marrying the wrong person then. Elynna <Druid> So please be Raelle, because I like -my- husband.

Kairu <Druid> I am NOT Fat, however I am married, and I suggested she ask for one of the translator workers.. she seems to like that idea.

Kulana <Druid> fat? Kulana <Druid> Fluffy!

Raelle <Druid> After deep pondering, I have decided I am not, in fact, Elynna. My apologies for the confusion, everyone.

<Druid> Adilayd was totally confused.

<Druid> Raelle nods sadly.

<Druid> Elynna laughs softly Elynna <Druid> I'm certain Syath is relieved, however.

Raelle <Druid> I dunno, I bet he'd like your um. Can you cook?

Elynna <Druid> Alzheni is not impressed with my cooking. I can make tea, however. Elynna <Druid> Can you cook?

Raelle <Druid> THERE YOU HAVE IT. Raelle <Druid> Um.

Chauncey <Druid> Cat cake Chauncey <Druid> Cat pie

Raelle <Druid> Well. I can make cheese by killing rats by the cottage.

Kulana <Druid> we have an entire kitchen in the BFT that we never use. <Druid> Kulana laughs

Kairu <Druid> shuush woman, they will know the lay out, and ruin their belief that we have a dungeon.

Elynna <Druid> Pie cat.

Raelle <Druid> Picat.

Elynna <Druid> And, Raelle, would that be cottage cheese, or rat cheese?

Raelle <Druid> ... rat cottage cheese!

Elynna <Druid> That sounds utterly -delicious-.

Raelle <Druid> It is really good, I will bring you some, sometime!

Elynna <Druid> Please don't.

Raelle <Druid> I will feed it to you in your sleep.

Elynna <Druid> Our doors are locked.

Raelle <Druid> I know of a loosely hinged window.

Adilayd <Druid> You could give it to a rat to feed to her.

Raelle <Druid> That's a really good idea. The rats will do just about anything if you bring them sausage from the park vendor.

Elynna <Druid> You know, I have read of ladies who could sing -birds- into doing their bidding, but this is a first for rats.

Raelle <Druid> Rats are smarter'n birds.

Adilayd <Druid> We get birds to do our bidding...

Elynna <Druid> ...wait, perhaps not. There was that one other fairytale princess whose story I was force to read.

  Elynna <CHAT> This settles it. Raelle is Cinderella with Gus Gus and the birds

and the Robb Stark prince.

[cathcacen]

Logging into NWA be like:

Elynna RISES. Here comes the sun, do do do doo.

[cathcacen]

Kyte says, "Alz's drood." You say to Kyte, "Also known as Elynna."

Kyte looks at you. Kyte says, "Druid."

look kyte You see a male feline, {Peppermint is all over his lips}

Standing at an average height for his race, his athletic build is slim. His short muzzle and dark, reddish gold ears highlight the mane of dark red strands on his head, contrasting with the hue of his body. Hard muscles ripple beneath his soft fur, the reddish gold spreading across his whole frame except for lighter gold variations that cover his chest and taper down his stomach. Slight orange undertones beneath it give his pelt a unique tint, the color exemplified in the fluffed up fur of his long tail. Though a hint of some form of hard labor in his past can be seen in his stride, elegant grace and agility is still imbued in his every movement. Sharp black claws on his hands and feet combine with the litheness of his form to mark him as a possible predator. He has recently been scalped and his head is bald with some cuts on it.

His eyes match in brilliance if not in color; one has the clear blue of calm seas and the other is the rich green of an emerald. He has inked up his right arm in midnight blue, a large dragon. A deep ruby red fire spews from its mouth, intertwining with his orange fur. Curling in the center of the flame, etched in black lines are the words, "In the honor of the Garrison I stand sword and shield in hand. May Gahlen stand eternal throughout the ages." Below which are the scrawl continues, "In memory of all those who have served, and gone, and fought and died." He is bleeding. ((Parrying Attacks)) Wielding : Skull axe {gripped} {sharpened}.  Armour : Draconic cowl           Pet amulet           Gray cloak           Gauntlets           Bladed ring           Lightning-emblazoned Kite Shield           Holy armour           Steel boots Clothing : Garrison Centurion armband           Pair of trousers He has some coins. He is wearing a emerald signet ring.

Kyte says, "Alz's drood."

You lay your hands on Kyte and fill him with health. Kyte received extra healing because of his devotion.

Kyte says, "I think."

You say to Kyte, "Also known as Elynna."

Kyte hugs you.

Elynna smiles just a touch as she is hugged, looking a touch surprised, but otherwise pats the other gingerly on the back. You say to Kyte, "It is good to see you too."

Kyte says loudly, "I am very affectionate."

You say, "In contrast, I am not. But that is quite all right, the world is made          of opposites."

[cathcacen]

Thyene is the sweetest.

Thyene whispers to you, "If I have to change, I hope it is into someone as gentle, thoughtful, and graceful as you always are."

Elynna blinks, her expression warming, clearly touched as she pulls back a bit. You whisper to Thyene, "-Never- change. You are perfect as you are."

Raelle arrives from the south. Raelle says to Shayd, "You are SO creepy." Raelle greets the druids with happy hugs.

Raelle gives fourteen Silverleaf nightshades and a Silverleaf nightshade to Shayd. Raelle looks at Pouch.

Elynna is hugged. She pats Raelle back gingerly on the back.

Raelle grins at you happily.

You say to Raelle, "Kyte hugged me earlier, so I have had some warming up on hugging." Elynna nods gently.

Raelle says to Elynna, "I bet he got fur all over your nice clothes..." Raelle frowns deeply.

You say to Raelle, "Oh, that is quite all right. I can wash them."

Raelle says to Elynna, "If you want me to rain on you, let me know."

Elynna bites back a quiet chuckle. You say to Raelle, "I will pass on that for now. Perhaps when it is warmer in summer."

Raelle dusts Elynna off a bit and then wanders over to her shrub. "When I give you your spring hat, maybe."

Thyene rubs her face with her palms.

Elynna ambles over to Raelle's shrub, decorating it with some chrysanthemums and carefully nudging some thorns away. She then settles upon the grass.

Thyene looks at you.

look thyene You see a female human,

Sun-blessed freckled skin encompasses this woman's svelte frame. A shy beauty mark hides itself in a dimple with her classic smiles. Abundant waves of brown hair match the color of dark cinnamon, cascading down her back. Whiskey-brown eyes twinkle under generous lashes that guard over her exotic, almond-shaped eyes. A fine nose and soft lips give her a youthful, but all around unremarkable countenance. Her slight feminine shape is granted by the subtle roundness of her bust and gentle curve at her waist. Lightly touched by callous and wear are svelte fingers that testify to a knowledge of hard work. Her legs are trim and sturdy, portraying dexterity and a build fit for travel. Wavy cinnamon brown hair cascades down to her hips. She has almond shaped, whiskey-brown eyes. She has a small dot on her shoulder. It actually might just be a freckle. She is in perfect condition. Armour : Druid ankh Clothing : burnt-sienna leather vest silver woven armband ivory bell-sleeved blouse ringed double-wrapped cord belt Large scabbard {Rod of fire {gripped}} ebony poplin trousers Calf-length leather boots She has no money.

Elynna dips her head gently.

Thyene says, "I forgot what you looked like." Thyene laughs musically.

Elynna cocks her head curiously to the side. "And you remember now?"

Thyene asks, "Well I mean, haven't you ever ... saw something again for the first time? Felt like you've really seen it?" Thyene nods. Thyene says, "So yes. I do."

Elynna nibbles her bottom lip briefly, considering this. Afterwards, she offers a gentle dip of the head, likely in agreement. You say, "I suppose that is true. At any rate, it is good to see you back."

Thyene says, "All things old can become new again. This city. Friendships. . ."

You say, "Indeed, indeed. That is the best feeling, rediscovering something, or someone one thinks one has forgotten or lost."

Thyene considers and asks Elynna, "You took a long break from the city right?"

Elynna dips her head gently, and though she does not elaborate beyond such, her eyes do dart briefly to her hands, before the woman herself looks up again - the movement is barely perceptible.

Raelle adjusts in her shrub, clearly dreaming.

Thyene doesn't notice the small movements. She smiles, dimples setting in her cheeks, "What was it like when you got back? Different? Old is new again?" Thyene debates using Raelle as a pillow buddy again. Thyene decides against it.

Raelle looks so chubby and soft, snoring there in the grass/shrubbery.

Elynna glances aside at Raelle, the corner of her lip twitching just a touch. She returns her attention to Thyene thereafter, remarking quietly, "It was different, yes. People were different, but some were the same."

Thyene nods. Thyene says, "A lot of people I used to pal around with sort of left. I guess that's expected though."

You say, "That is expected, indeed. After all, once, -you- were the pal who  left." Elynna smiles wryly. You say, "But new people come into our lives, of course, to replace the ones long gone--and we can always remember them fondly."

Thyene leans back, propping her hands flat on the grass. Though tempted by the chubby softness, Thyene resists every urge to snuggle. She yawns and chuckles mid-yawn at Elynna, "Ya?"

Elynna dips her head gently in agreement with Thyene, though she averts her eyes, at present, studying said chubby softness with an inherent fondness that does not often creep into her expression.

Thyene totally gives in and scoots using Raelle as a snuggle pillow. The sigh escapes speaking of released restraint.

Elynna bites back a quiet sort of laugh, but does not remark.

Thyene lowers her voice as not to wake Raelle and admits to Elynna, "You know... there were a lot of times I used to doubt myself. I think I pestered Raelle about that more than anything." Thyene keeps her voice low, "She always managed to take time to reassure me. I really never got to tell her I appreciated that."

Elynna quirks a slight sort of smile, and once again, dips her head. She speaks, equally quiet, "She has that effect on people, Raelle." That aside, she glances towards Thyene again, studying the woman briefly. "Do you still doubt yourself? I think there is no need."

Thyene considers, "Some things."

Shayd hugs Raelle. Shayd says to Raelle, "Fank." Shayd leaves south.

Thyene nods lightly, "Time heals all wounds, and time wounds all heals. The things I doubt are not as superficial anymore. Not so... childish."

Elynna looks down at her hands, the digits flexing slightly against the folds of her gown as she considers this. "That is true, of course. That is the nature of sentience, that we grow and evolve. It is a part of life, and living. Things change; so too, do people."

Thyene nods again after a time thinking about it. Thyene says, "I am not sure I want to change too much. I mean strengthen my flaws, sure, but I like who I am."

Elynna smiles just a touch. "I am certain we like who you are, too."

Thyene snickers. Thyene says, "You are a really kind person."

Elynna bites back a chuckle, shaking her head thereafter. "Only to people who deserve such."

Thyene crinkles her nose in smile, "Do you get sassy?"

Elynna considers this briefly. "Perhaps. You will have to ask Alzheni. I think I do sometimes, but it is likely unconsciously done." Elynna adds, amiably, "I enjoy the sass of others, however. Especially when it comes from you, or Raelle, or Ocypete."

Thyene says, "I try not to sass." Thyene sighs.

You say, "There is good sass and bad sass, however."

Thyene says, "Sometimes it slips out. I just want.... people to get along."

You say, "For most part, people do get along. It is only when some parties argue in the midst of others whose opinions do not matter, and yet choose to chime in, that uncomfortable arguments follow."

Thyene agrees. Thyene drapes her arm over her eyes tiredly. Thyene begins chanting in a gentle voice that sounds like a soft song... Calling on the magic of nature Thyene creates a magical delicate white tuberose!

You say, "And anyway, it is best to accept that if it had nothing to do with oneself, one cannot possibly be blamed for anything that happens thereafter."

Thyene gives a Delicate white tuberose to you.

Elynna cocks her head gently to the side, studying the rose. "This is lovely." She remarks, after.

You begin chanting in a gentle voice, almost like a song... Describe the flower: Fat and round in full blossom, this large flower is perhaps the size of a grown man's fist, standing tall and proud upon the tip of a sturdy grey-green stalk. Thickly-shrouded with jagged-edged leaves both large and small, the flower itself is made up of hundreds of tiny, tightly-packed petals, each delicate, snow-white petal curving inwards from and towards the golden heart of the flower to form its spherical shape. The blossom exudes a mild, floral fragrance, reminiscent of fresh-cut grass and pollen, rain-sodden earth and lightly-brewed tea. Calling on the magic of nature you create a beautiful large globe chrysanthemum!

You give a Large globe chrysanthemum to Thyene.

Thyene asks rhetorically, "Why do you sometimes feel guilty then? I mean I do anyway. Even when I have nothing to do with it." Thyene lifts her arm and grins lopsidedly at the flower. She continues, "Ma said that was evidence of a guilty conscience.” Thyene looks at Large globe chrysanthemum.

Elynna feels a petal of the rose between her forefinger and thumb, humming quietly. "Or perhaps the evidence of a person who engages too much in empathy."

look flower A small bunch of flowers crowds at the end of a stem. Each individual blossom creates a trumpeted star pattern with a touch if pale yellow in the center. The cluster shows near identical flowers huddled together atop a long and sturdy green stem, as if freshly plucked from the stalk. Though unremarkable in appearance the scent brings an explosive kaleidoscope of complexity to the nose. This scent is so distinct that one does not have to smell the blossoms directly to appreciate it. Rich, free-spirited, and precious. The scent teases that of a narcissus or daffodil, whilst flirting with a milky smooth uniqueness. Over these scents is an exotically floral scent similar to a gardenia. The warmth that accompanies this scent is similar as if coconut oil were touched to this blossom, and left to perfect under sunlight.

Thyene arranges the flower to 'crown' her messy bun. Thyene says, "I used to call these "Crissy mums""

Elynna quirks a slight sort of smile. "I like how fat they are. And how simple, even."

Thyene admits, "But they're not though... right? I mean... there must be hundreds of petals all working together. There's a pattern, a spiral pattern. Each petal has this hint of a color at the center - which all together makes it seem to glow from inside out." Thyene pats her flower atop her head and nods, "It's simplistically complex."

Elynna dips her head in agreement. "Indeed. I suppose what appealed to me most is the fact that it is, inherently, just white and clean, like snow. That makes it simple for me. That, and the fact that, for some reason, they were often sold for cheap in Surik, whereas roses and carnations and lilies were prized beyond measure."

Thyene says, "My favorite to grow is the alstroemeria. But my favorite flower  is the daffodil." Thyene says, "Bright, happy, yellow, looks like a teacup in a saucer."

You say, "Both lovely flowers." You say, "You have good taste."

Thyene complains lightly, "Daffodils only last for a short while though. A few weeks in nature. That's it. Like yellow trumpets to herald spring."

You say, "I think there is something in beauty that is fleeting. It lingers longer in the heart and mind, and that I suppose, makes it immortal  in a sense."

Thyene grins lifting her head to peek at Elynna, "Absence and heart growing stronger and what not?"

You say, "Until they blossom again, of course." Elynna returns Thyene's grin with a faint smile of her own.

Thyene stretches and pushes herself off Raelle gently and manages to her feet. Thyene admits, "I should get home.” Thyene rubs her eyes tiredly. Thyene wanders over and hugs Elynna tightly.

You say, "Indeed. It is late." Elynna lets out a soft 'oof', clearly surprised at the hug. She responds a moment later, briefly squeezing the other woman.

Thyene wraps her arms all around the woman's shoulders.

Elynna pats Thyene on the back somewhat gingerly--not for lack of affection, but perhaps she is simply not a hugger. Evidently, even.

Thyene whispers to you, "If I have to change, I hope it is into someone as gentle, thoughtful, and graceful as you always are."

Elynna blinks, her expression warming, clearly touched as she pulls back a bit. You whisper to Thyene, "-Never- change. You are perfect as you are."

Thyene finally releases Elynna, hoping the hug didn't get awkward. Thyene laughs.

Elynna dips her head in a gentle sort of nod, smiling a little.

Thyene waves and shuffles southward yawning. Thyene leaves south.

You give Thyene a Player to Player Roleplay Bonus. This bonus is logged, abuse will not be tolerated.

Thyene ooc tells you: Awwww thanks! I wish I had another. I gave it to Drustian for making the most awful gaudy ring ever XD You ooc tell Thyene: You're fantastic. XD. You ooc tell Thyene: And you're totally welcome! You totally deserved it! :D. You ooc tell Thyene: (And Drustian deserves them too). Thyene ooc tells you: Thank you so much! Night! You ooc tell Thyene: Night!

[cathcacen]

Okay but like. My old e-mails are apparently a treasure trove because I can't even remember when this happened I am lolling so hard hahahahahahhaa.

Wench asks to Alzheni, "So what do you say cup cake? Visit me later?"

Alzheni says to Wench, "Well, only if it is free. I can show you my chess-related prowess." Alzheni says to Wench, "Then, we can have tea and watch the leaves change."

Wench says to Alzheni, "I'm less interested in chess and moreso in your chest." Wench saunters closer to Alzheni.

Alzheni asks to Wench, "This thing? It is all hard and labor-beaten. I could probably use it to crush a small child. What interest would you have in it?"

Alzheni and an earth elemental arrive from the south.

Wench arrives from the south.

Alzheni looks at Wench.

look wench You see a female human, {appearing exhausted and flushed}

This curvaceous woman stands before you at about five and a half feet tall. Her supple form is fair except for a handful of lightly colored freckles that are sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. Voluminous chestnut colored hair falls to tease the top curves of her full breasts while stunningly bright hazel eyes peer at you through thick sultry eyelashes. All of her features are complete by the dimple of her mischievous grin. She has voluminous chestnut colored hair that falls to the top of her breasts. She has stunning hazel eyes that peer out through dark, sultry lashes. She is in perfect condition. Clothing : silk organza short dress           ruffled chemise           twill bodice           intricate lace stockings           gathered skirt           side laced shoes She has no money.

Wench asks, "Private party?"

Elynna cocks her head gently to the side.

Alzheni says to Wench, "Sure. You can attend, I guess. The entrance fee is fifty crown."

You say, "...you look exhausted, miss."

Wench says to Alzheni, "Is that it? I charge more than that for a hand job." Wench winks at Alzheni.

Alzheni asks to Wench, "What is a hand job?"

Elynna blinks once, then glances away.

Alzheni says to Wench, "Also, does that mean you're paying? Because if so, I handle the funds."

Wench says to Alzheni, "Unfortunately, Lady Ambrosia holds my funds for me."

Alzheni says to Wench, "Seems a bit unfair."

Wench says to Alzheni, "Perhaps, but I do not mind. She takes care of me." Wench smiles delightedly.

Alzheni asks to Wench, "Doesn't she give you an allowance of some sort?"

Wench asks to Elynna, "Did I offend you?" Wench says to Alzheni, "Certainly, but I have already spent it."

Elynna glances up towards the wench, then shakes her head very gently. "Not at all, miss."

Alzheni asks to Wench, "On one of those newfangled hand jobs, perhaps?"

Wench giggles. Wench says to Alzheni, "No my dear boy. No."

Alzheni says to Wench, "Oh. Alright then." Alzheni scratches at his chin with one gloved hand dubiously.

Wench says to Alzheni, "I noticed you in the tavern earlier. You should come see me sometime. I'll give you a discount."

Elynna shifts where she rests by the waterfall, carefully tucking her skirt beneath her legs.

Wench glances at Elynna, "And bring your friend too. We'll all have a grand time."

Alzheni says to Wench, "Oh. Well, you must be clairvoyant, because I wasn't in the tavern." Alzheni asks to Wench, "But, I guess. Do you play chess?" Alzheni says, "I think there's a Pirshahian three player version."

Elynna bites back what seems to be a half-smile.

Wench says to Alzheni, "Not quite what I had in mind sugar plum."

Alzheni says to Wench, "Log tossing? You don't look all that bulky."

Wench asks to Alzheni, "Perhaps, I saw another elf that looked just like you. Do you have a twin?"

Alzheni says to Wench, "I certainly hope not. If I had to talk to anyone like myself, I'd likely be decapitated by the local guillotine."

Wench says to Alzheni, "No, nothing like that either. Though it is something of a physical nature."

Alzheni says to Wench, "Jumping jacks? I can do those alone."

Wench says to Alzheni, "Well, I hope to do the jumping." Wench winks at Alzheni.

Alzheni says to Wench, "You don't look like you have a very good vertical leap, though. I'd win at jumping jacks too."

Wench says to Alzheni, "I can get more vertical than you imagine."

Alzheni taps a finger against his chin slowly, "What sort of game would you be good at..." he pontificates, repeating the words, "...get more vertical than you imagine..." Alzheni says to Wench, "Oh, of course. You can fly."

Wench asks to Alzheni, "I like to call it the horizontal tango. Are you not familiar with such a sweaty, heated union?"

Elynna bites her lip as she leans back against a small boulder, evidently content to listen in.

Wench says to Alzheni, "I suppose it can be considered a game." Wench muses in thought.

Alzheni says to Wench, "Oh, you mean sex. No, I am afraid that all Elves reproduce aesexually. It feeds the ego sufficiently for  it to be a pleasurable act."

Wench says to Alzheni, "Of course I do dear heart. You know my trade and I know for a fact that elves do not reproduce in that manner. I have many regular clients who happen to be of elven stock."

Alzheni laughs.

Elynna hides a quiet chuckle behind the back of her hand.

Wench asks to Alzheni, "So what do you say cup cake? Visit me later?"

Alzheni says to Wench, "Well, only if it is free. I can show you my chess-related prowess." Alzheni says to Wench, "Then, we can have tea and watch the leaves change."

Wench says to Alzheni, "I'm less interested in chess and moreso in your chest." Wench saunters closer to Alzheni.

Alzheni asks to Wench, "This thing? It is all hard and labor-beaten. I could probably use it to crush a small child. What interest would you have in it?"

Wench leans down to whisper to Alzheni. Wench whispers to Alzheni. Wench nibbles on Alzheni's ear. Wench winks.

Alzheni exclaims, "Good lady!"

Wench steps away. Wench leaves south.

Alzheni says, "You can watch me reproduce, if you want. It isn't pretty, though. All sorts of primordial..." Alzheni says, "...ooze."

Elynna watches both Alzheni and the wench with mild interest, then shifts again, this time, gazing over towards the water's surface. Once the wench departs, however, she turns to face Alzheni once more, smiling slightly. You say to Alzheni, "Well, then. It seems you have made a new friend  today."

Alzheni says to Elynna, "Well, a man isn't a man unless he has one prostitute friend. I'm fairly certain that is a human custom, anyway."

You say to Alzheni, "I am certain that is not the case. Not -all- humans, at any rate..."

Alzheni grins at you.

You say to Alzheni, "Some men merely... take secondary wives." Elynna smiles a little.

Alzheni says to Elynna, "Secondary wife, prostitute--they're virtually the same thing. Let us continue this conversation mentally,  however."

Elynna chuckles quietly, then dips her head gently in assent.