Post by Fiory on Jan 27, 2007 2:43:44 GMT -5
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The ebony form of the aging stargazer silently slipped away from the gathering she had called herself. A shadow amongst shadows now, flicking her tail every so often to beckon the adolescent femme who was to be following. Golden auditories flicked lightly in thought, sparkling hues gleaming with anticipation, excitement, and perhaps a sense of curiousity. Amidst the conifers and a secluded brook nearly no other from List would recall, the retired Drappa stopped. The brook was downstream of a larger sized creek just north of where they stood. Normally , if one would follow it long enough, it would lead to the falls outside of List's territory markers; for now however, the river slowed and was half frozen further upstream, though it trickled onward in miniscule leaks farther down. With little effort, she stepped over the banks of the trickle of crystaline water, iced chill from the upstream frozen water, yet still drinkable. On lithe paw steps, Fiory sat down to face her niece, golden hues gleaming brightly. A thought had intreged her ever since Sora had mentioned it. Since the words had come from her maw, she had thought them over, mulling them around and analyzing every part of their meaning.
"Sora.." Her voice was calm, if not direct. Gentle yet also fairly demanding as if Fiory still held some power over the youth before her. Indeed she felt it her birth right, that the young were to obey the elders, though she could now not force her niece to cooperate accordingly at all. It was strickly up to Sora whether or not information was shared at all. "You said something back with the group, something of a Crimson Pool..." Her words trailed off lightly, her ears foreward and her eyes staring deep within that of the youth's before her. It was as if Fiory was trying to gaze into Sora's very soul, to penetrate even the most unlockable doors and break through the toughest of baracades to see with eyes unclouded the thoughts Sora herself held within her mind. Of course, Fiory did not possess The Sight, the lore of an unnatural ability, though she did seem to have a sixth sense about certain details other vargs seemed to display without thinking about them. A twitch of an ear, a shift of an eye, a quiver of a claw; all signals to mean a variety of different meanings depending on the current situation.
"I want you to tell me everything you know about it..."
The ebony form of the aging stargazer silently slipped away from the gathering she had called herself. A shadow amongst shadows now, flicking her tail every so often to beckon the adolescent femme who was to be following. Golden auditories flicked lightly in thought, sparkling hues gleaming with anticipation, excitement, and perhaps a sense of curiousity. Amidst the conifers and a secluded brook nearly no other from List would recall, the retired Drappa stopped. The brook was downstream of a larger sized creek just north of where they stood. Normally , if one would follow it long enough, it would lead to the falls outside of List's territory markers; for now however, the river slowed and was half frozen further upstream, though it trickled onward in miniscule leaks farther down. With little effort, she stepped over the banks of the trickle of crystaline water, iced chill from the upstream frozen water, yet still drinkable. On lithe paw steps, Fiory sat down to face her niece, golden hues gleaming brightly. A thought had intreged her ever since Sora had mentioned it. Since the words had come from her maw, she had thought them over, mulling them around and analyzing every part of their meaning.
"Sora.." Her voice was calm, if not direct. Gentle yet also fairly demanding as if Fiory still held some power over the youth before her. Indeed she felt it her birth right, that the young were to obey the elders, though she could now not force her niece to cooperate accordingly at all. It was strickly up to Sora whether or not information was shared at all. "You said something back with the group, something of a Crimson Pool..." Her words trailed off lightly, her ears foreward and her eyes staring deep within that of the youth's before her. It was as if Fiory was trying to gaze into Sora's very soul, to penetrate even the most unlockable doors and break through the toughest of baracades to see with eyes unclouded the thoughts Sora herself held within her mind. Of course, Fiory did not possess The Sight, the lore of an unnatural ability, though she did seem to have a sixth sense about certain details other vargs seemed to display without thinking about them. A twitch of an ear, a shift of an eye, a quiver of a claw; all signals to mean a variety of different meanings depending on the current situation.
"I want you to tell me everything you know about it..."
