Ochem study and also flailing friends decided to slaughter me today sorry. I'll try to post tomorrow. Ideally before six hours of "the intensest study we'll do all year" with my best friend. Send help, and make sure they've got a razor blade to scrape my brain off the floor with.
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@Kho Oh. derp. sorry. I've been distracted lately. I'll get something up. ((you better not steal my design :T))
Edit: Uh, tiny misunderstanding -- I meant to give them like a fairly wide spectrum of hair colors. Like. One had the reds and oranges, one dark hair, one pure white, and pinks and teals and violets and greens and so on scattered about. Like- tiny thing sorry. I probably wrote it wrong.
Edit: Uh, tiny misunderstanding -- I meant to give them like a fairly wide spectrum of hair colors. Like. One had the reds and oranges, one dark hair, one pure white, and pinks and teals and violets and greens and so on scattered about. Like- tiny thing sorry. I probably wrote it wrong.
As the entire family swarmed them, Scyrven could see their bride shaking, her eyes wide and every inch of her clearly overwhelmed. It filled the Drakkan woman with some amount of happiness that Hestia clung to her hand, and she gently squeezed the girl’s fingers in her own, not letting go as they proceeded through the night. She noticed the girl ate only a little but did not comment, other than to offer especially tasty morsels -those fruits which were sweetest, the softest bits of the roast game birds, the lightest of the wines- in an effort to entice her to eat more.
Upon retiring back to their rooms, Gwillim instructed the lass to help her remove her armor. She was ready to explain the laces, intent on giving the bride as little cause for stress as possible, but the girl seemed to quickly figure out even the most complex of the knots that Scyrven favored. She made quick work of the armguards and had started unlacing the back of Scyrven’s chestplate, her fingers growing slower and clumsier before stopping altogether.
She half-turned, a confused inquiry dying on her lips as the bride’s eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped to the floor fainted.
Oh.
Uh.
To say it was disconcerting for Scyrven would have been an understatement – the only time she’d ever dealt with someone fainting had been one of her soldiers of heatstroke deep in the southern wastes.
She rushed to the bride’s side, scooping the girl up with little effort, feeling her clammy skin and slightly-too-warm flushed face. She placed the girl gently on the large bed and threw the windows open, calling what breeze she could into the room, soaking a washing-cloth in one of the basins of water that had been provided, chilling it with a current of air, and bringing it to gently dab at the girl’s face while her other hand loosened the lass’s corset laces, to let her breathe.
At that point she looked up to her mate, wondering what he thought of the situation. She wondered what she thought of it as well.
“I suppose that miss Hestia made our choice for us, love. We should retire early in any case- the morning dawns bright and full of blood, if we’re not careful.” She made the comment lightly, jokingly, but a faint bit of bitterness lingered. She’d been rather hoping the girl would have been… receptive to sharing a bed (the scandalous part of her mind had dared to hope it would have even been that night!) but it seemed that was off the table for the night…
She left the girl’s side, leaving the cool cloth on her forehead, and worked to remove her armor, slipping out of it with little difficulty despite that her hands were working the laces blindly behind her back. She placed it on its stand, conveniently provided by the bed for just this purpose, and turned to face her husband and bride once more.
@Valorous it's still broken bud
@Antarctic Termite I'm in molecular biology. Which is glorified biochemistry really. I have like six chemistry courses left to take in my remaining four semesters. @.@
Anyway, yes. Brightly colored fungi. Imma make a hero next post and send them to get some, bc Rytia is anxiously babysitting her islands and also trying to figure out what to do with the pretty record player thing. c:
Anyway, yes. Brightly colored fungi. Imma make a hero next post and send them to get some, bc Rytia is anxiously babysitting her islands and also trying to figure out what to do with the pretty record player thing. c:
@Antarctic Termite wait what they don't have souls yet?
Oops.
...dammit. Do I have to go *find* the soul fungus and steal some or something? <.<
If so, well. That's a job for a hero or an avatar, perhaps. In the meantime, I'll do my map claim after ochem.
Oops.
...dammit. Do I have to go *find* the soul fungus and steal some or something? <.<
If so, well. That's a job for a hero or an avatar, perhaps. In the meantime, I'll do my map claim after ochem.
Her head spun as she looked up from the sand and suddenly there were.... two of them? Two? Both speaking in the same voice. It immediately disoriented her.
The first of her Nerai tugged away from her hold, and the creature splashed off into the shallows after the others, diving into the water and sending arcs of droplets flying everywhere, its chittering carrying to the others splashing around in the warm waters.
She glanced back up at the god and his... avatar, and breathed a small sigh of relief as Orfai himself took a different form. Now she could give her full attention to what he was saying, and she listened mostly impassively as he explained his situation.
A dismissive wave of her hand soon followed, her mind made up as soon as he mentioned the corrupt god and his "predators". She had felt it, a wave of corruption in the gods' birthing place, and that was part of what had made her want to leave and strike off to her own land so soon. She wanted nothing that had been touched by it here, and would shelter those that also wanted nothing to do with that discordance.
"I would be glad to shelter your people, so long as there is no secret agenda for mine to wind up on the dinner menu...? - and that, if troublesome beings should come knocking, I shall have your word that you will help me defend and rebuild this place if need be. I am still.... newly acquainted to my powers and I fear I lack the martial skill and expertise to put another into their place.
But these are negotiations for later. Come with me, and we'll sort out their habitations. I anticipate my own people will thrive on the land, so do not worry about there being too much of an overlap in their spaces. Though it seems mine will have acquired a taste for fish, and for those pretty fruits you've made... I hope that won't cause problems."
With that being said, she spiraled up into the air, soaring to the edge of her spiral islands and diving down into the water, a hum bubbling in her throat as she stretched cracks in the stone islands into caverns, creating many large tunnels through the newly raised bedrock as well as through the bases of her own islands (though she was careful to not interfere with the resonance of them too much, keeping their living tunnels well away from the ones which produced the low flute-y sounds abovewater.) She was unsure how large of a tunnel system to carve out but it extended under the coral beds and to the very edges of the islands themselves- leaving plenty of room to grow, should the Faliargun need it later. She could always add more tunnels as time went on as well.
As she worked, she periodically glanced over her shoulder to Orfai, checking to make sure he was okay with the progress she was making.
The first of her Nerai tugged away from her hold, and the creature splashed off into the shallows after the others, diving into the water and sending arcs of droplets flying everywhere, its chittering carrying to the others splashing around in the warm waters.
She glanced back up at the god and his... avatar, and breathed a small sigh of relief as Orfai himself took a different form. Now she could give her full attention to what he was saying, and she listened mostly impassively as he explained his situation.
A dismissive wave of her hand soon followed, her mind made up as soon as he mentioned the corrupt god and his "predators". She had felt it, a wave of corruption in the gods' birthing place, and that was part of what had made her want to leave and strike off to her own land so soon. She wanted nothing that had been touched by it here, and would shelter those that also wanted nothing to do with that discordance.
"I would be glad to shelter your people, so long as there is no secret agenda for mine to wind up on the dinner menu...? - and that, if troublesome beings should come knocking, I shall have your word that you will help me defend and rebuild this place if need be. I am still.... newly acquainted to my powers and I fear I lack the martial skill and expertise to put another into their place.
But these are negotiations for later. Come with me, and we'll sort out their habitations. I anticipate my own people will thrive on the land, so do not worry about there being too much of an overlap in their spaces. Though it seems mine will have acquired a taste for fish, and for those pretty fruits you've made... I hope that won't cause problems."
With that being said, she spiraled up into the air, soaring to the edge of her spiral islands and diving down into the water, a hum bubbling in her throat as she stretched cracks in the stone islands into caverns, creating many large tunnels through the newly raised bedrock as well as through the bases of her own islands (though she was careful to not interfere with the resonance of them too much, keeping their living tunnels well away from the ones which produced the low flute-y sounds abovewater.) She was unsure how large of a tunnel system to carve out but it extended under the coral beds and to the very edges of the islands themselves- leaving plenty of room to grow, should the Faliargun need it later. She could always add more tunnels as time went on as well.
As she worked, she periodically glanced over her shoulder to Orfai, checking to make sure he was okay with the progress she was making.
Rytia had been busily rearranging the tunnels of this first island, continuing to sharpen the tone that rang through it, and at first did not notice the creations behind her. Not until she turned and saw the already-rather-great trees sprouting in the soft soil above the cliffs. Her mouth fell open slightly, gaping at the structures, but she was thankful that she did not have to do the work all herself. And that this other God - she still did not know his name - did have a sense of aesthetic. She hummed a low verse and a few plumes danced from her fingertips, being shaped in the breeze with ease now that she had made them once before, and arced off over their heads to nestle in the branches of one of the larger trees.
The lord of secrets and even knowledge itself, eh? He seemed to have some plan, despite having spoken to the contrary a few moments before. He'd asked what her people were going to be, and mentioned that he had a request. She took an opportunity to think as she hummed a plant into existence, a vine that crawled along where the topsoil hung over the edges of the low cliffs, anchoring the soil into place and touching the dark gray cliffs with color, curling deep green stems and white-streaked fuchsia blossoms several inches across starting to cascade down the cliff faces and perfuming the air with a light scent.
At length, after several moments of admiring her work, she spoke softly. "I would be honored to fulfill your request- depending, of course, on what it is. In regard to my people, well.... you will see shortly." She knelt in the sand then, singing soft words in an ancient language that she could not remember how she knew, air and water and the earth she'd just raised swirling about, forming into a humanoid shape that stood just shy of five feet tall. A shimmering skin formed over it, features seemingly chiseled in as she sang.
What she was left with, as her song tapered off, was a curious being. At just shy of five feet tall, it had a very spindly frame, very long fingers and toes that were slightly webbed, and pale skin that shimmered softly, with delicately pointed ears and a row of gills barely visible along one side of its neck. It had large - mesmerizing - eyes, molten gold in color, thin lips a hue of faded raspberry red, and long locks of satiny hair that seemed to shift in color through every hue of red and orange and yellow. It was female in form, all soft curves and gentle movements, though for the moment it stood still as the music goddess circled about it, and sang every bit of her own curiosity and creativity into it, her desire to create music and words and art and put into melody everything she saw.
Rytia turned for a moment, facing Orfai once more, her hand going to gently rest on the shoulder of her creation, gently holding it in place for the other god's inspection. "If you are in fact the... lord of secrets, perhaps my vision is not the one you share. Brilliant beings, the sort one never forgets, the sort remembered in myth and legend as having led even the most noble astray with tantalizing song and word.... Curious and impulsive, eternally seeking more stories to tell, more songs to write."
As she spoke, seven more of the beings rose from the sand around her. Ranging in size from four feet to five and a half feet tall, features ranging across all colors of the spectrum. Curiously, there seemed to be only one male in the bunch, and his form was distinguished only in his reproductive anatomy - his frame and stature and overall vibrancy of appearance comparable to the females.
Though the one she currently held stood still under her grasp, the others were bound by no such thing, and so promptly ran off across the beach all in a pack, kicking up water and sand in their webbed feet and laughing in melodic bell tones. Though she could not grace them with language yet - her mind had faltered as she struggled to think of how it could be done, the enormity of the task stumping even her- there was almost no need for it, every movement of their bodies and peal of laughter, every hum and murmur and sound expressing a range of nuanced emotion and idea.
The lord of secrets and even knowledge itself, eh? He seemed to have some plan, despite having spoken to the contrary a few moments before. He'd asked what her people were going to be, and mentioned that he had a request. She took an opportunity to think as she hummed a plant into existence, a vine that crawled along where the topsoil hung over the edges of the low cliffs, anchoring the soil into place and touching the dark gray cliffs with color, curling deep green stems and white-streaked fuchsia blossoms several inches across starting to cascade down the cliff faces and perfuming the air with a light scent.
At length, after several moments of admiring her work, she spoke softly. "I would be honored to fulfill your request- depending, of course, on what it is. In regard to my people, well.... you will see shortly." She knelt in the sand then, singing soft words in an ancient language that she could not remember how she knew, air and water and the earth she'd just raised swirling about, forming into a humanoid shape that stood just shy of five feet tall. A shimmering skin formed over it, features seemingly chiseled in as she sang.
What she was left with, as her song tapered off, was a curious being. At just shy of five feet tall, it had a very spindly frame, very long fingers and toes that were slightly webbed, and pale skin that shimmered softly, with delicately pointed ears and a row of gills barely visible along one side of its neck. It had large - mesmerizing - eyes, molten gold in color, thin lips a hue of faded raspberry red, and long locks of satiny hair that seemed to shift in color through every hue of red and orange and yellow. It was female in form, all soft curves and gentle movements, though for the moment it stood still as the music goddess circled about it, and sang every bit of her own curiosity and creativity into it, her desire to create music and words and art and put into melody everything she saw.
Rytia turned for a moment, facing Orfai once more, her hand going to gently rest on the shoulder of her creation, gently holding it in place for the other god's inspection. "If you are in fact the... lord of secrets, perhaps my vision is not the one you share. Brilliant beings, the sort one never forgets, the sort remembered in myth and legend as having led even the most noble astray with tantalizing song and word.... Curious and impulsive, eternally seeking more stories to tell, more songs to write."
As she spoke, seven more of the beings rose from the sand around her. Ranging in size from four feet to five and a half feet tall, features ranging across all colors of the spectrum. Curiously, there seemed to be only one male in the bunch, and his form was distinguished only in his reproductive anatomy - his frame and stature and overall vibrancy of appearance comparable to the females.
Though the one she currently held stood still under her grasp, the others were bound by no such thing, and so promptly ran off across the beach all in a pack, kicking up water and sand in their webbed feet and laughing in melodic bell tones. Though she could not grace them with language yet - her mind had faltered as she struggled to think of how it could be done, the enormity of the task stumping even her- there was almost no need for it, every movement of their bodies and peal of laughter, every hum and murmur and sound expressing a range of nuanced emotion and idea.
Perfect I'll do it when I'm on my computer next which might not be till tomorrow but ... I'll try. :D
How do I go about adding the islands Rytia's made? Who do I ping to have them added to the map? <.< *im sorry if im being a dumbass*
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