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I think you need to upload it to an image sharing site first. Then you can share it here. You can't directly upload it to this site.
I was trying to sketch it. But it wasn't very good. So thank you.
I am having problems imagining how Astra is laid out. I know a few things base on what you have said and the fact that I want it to be a rough circle surrounds by natural borders. Like I think the northeast border is an ocean belonging to the sirens. But some of your old post say that the Eluri are to the east of the Azurei while the Azurei also touches the Dust Sea which I think is to the north but I'm not sure. I think the Azuri is to the south since you mentioned the southern pass leading to them. I know I want there to be a lot of rivers. And there's a sea to the west.
I know this isn't really important but I'm having a hard time figuring out what the map Darin is looking at looks like. IF that makes sense. If I don't figure it out now I will forget something later. If that makes sense.
I know this isn't really important but I'm having a hard time figuring out what the map Darin is looking at looks like. IF that makes sense. If I don't figure it out now I will forget something later. If that makes sense.
Darin nodded to Ridahne as she left to head back to the stable. The Elf was right. If she wanted to take Talbot with her, she needed to know how to take care of him. That was only polite after all. She hurried towards Talbot. The rest of the town was waking up. Darin wanted to get Ridahne out of here. She had seen mobs in Lively before, and the human was willing to bet that once the gossip of last night spread One would start to form. As long as they got out before all sense was lost, they would be okay.
The farmer looked like he was repairing some sort of tack. He looked up as Darin skid to a stop, “I need to learn how to saddle Talbot.”
He was clearly confused, “Have you never rode before?”
Darin shook her head, “I know how to use plow horse. I’ve only rode once and been on top of a horse twice.”
The farmer stood up, “Well Talbot won’t let you put a saddle on him or use a bit. Let’s see if we can convince him to let you at least have reins.”
Together they walked over to Talbot. The farmer pulled a set of reins of a hook by his stall. He held them up for the horse to look at. The horse snorted inelegantly. It was clear what he thought about that. Darin couldn’t blame him. She wouldn’t like it either.
The farmer spoke calmly, “Yeah I know you don’t like tack Talbot, but he’s never really ridden properly before. I won’t let him saddle you, but do you really want him falling off.”
Talbot scoffed again but he did lower his head. The farmer showed Darin how to put the bitless reins on and take them off. Then Darin did it a few times as well. It wasn’t even that different from hooking up a plow. The reins would not only help Darin stay on, but they would also help Darin get on. Darin needed all the help she could get so she would take it for sure. With the reins in hand she led Talbot out into the center of the barn. At one point the farmer disappeared. Darin was a little worried about the lack of a bit because that was how a rider typically told a horse which way to go, but Talbot seemed smart. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too stubborn.
That was when the farmer came back with a few things, “I found a few spare things you can have.” He held out a brush, “Make sure you brush Talbot every night.” He gave her a bar of soap and a cloak, “Talbot seems to think you could use all the help you can get. So here you go.”
He was silent as he handed her the last thing. It was a sickle. Darin pulled the covering out and knew that it was not a spare. The steel was brightly polished, and Darin could feel the cuts just by looking at it. She immediately began to protest. This was his tool and he didn’t know her. There was no reason to give it to her.
The farmer cut of the protest, “Talbot told me what you’ve got. When you get the job done let me come see you.” He grinned, the leather of his skin breaking into countless lines, “Just to smell it.”
Darin was almost overcome with the amount of kindness she felt form this farmer that had been working the land for longer than she had been alive. This was the future she had envisioned for herself. The Seed reacted as well. It started to burn, but this time it was almost pleasant. Darin didn’t think The Seed liked the thought about the farmer coming to smell the new Tree. It wasn’t enough. She wrapped the sickle back up
Without even think about it she threw her arms around him, “I make a decent apple pie.” She was whispering in his ear, “You should come taste it. When I’m ready for guests.”
The Seed liked that, or maybe Darin was imagining it. Either way it seemed right. The farmer was caught off guard for a little bit, but then returned the hug. When they pulled away Darin noticed that Ridahne was back in the barn. Her horse and Talbot seemed to get along. It was a nice little party. Darin nodded again. It was time to be on their way.
Darin put the soap and brush in her pack, “I’m ready.” The cloak went on as she walked over to Talbot, “We best get going. There’s no point wasting anytime.”
Talbot bent his knee and head. Using the reins Darin tugged herself to the back. She tried to be gentle, but she knew she tugged too hard. She patted Talbot’s neck and he rose to his full height. Darin was caught off guard for a moment. She held on to the sickle as she looked around. Her eyes fell on the farmer.
She was tying to be polite, “Thank you so much.”
He patted her knee, “Just take care of Talbot, and make sure you get it done.” He gave her one last piece of advice, “Learn to listen to Talbot. It will do you good.”
Darin nodded, “You’ve got it.” She turned to her companion, “Where to now? Which direction?”
The farmer looked like he was repairing some sort of tack. He looked up as Darin skid to a stop, “I need to learn how to saddle Talbot.”
He was clearly confused, “Have you never rode before?”
Darin shook her head, “I know how to use plow horse. I’ve only rode once and been on top of a horse twice.”
The farmer stood up, “Well Talbot won’t let you put a saddle on him or use a bit. Let’s see if we can convince him to let you at least have reins.”
Together they walked over to Talbot. The farmer pulled a set of reins of a hook by his stall. He held them up for the horse to look at. The horse snorted inelegantly. It was clear what he thought about that. Darin couldn’t blame him. She wouldn’t like it either.
The farmer spoke calmly, “Yeah I know you don’t like tack Talbot, but he’s never really ridden properly before. I won’t let him saddle you, but do you really want him falling off.”
Talbot scoffed again but he did lower his head. The farmer showed Darin how to put the bitless reins on and take them off. Then Darin did it a few times as well. It wasn’t even that different from hooking up a plow. The reins would not only help Darin stay on, but they would also help Darin get on. Darin needed all the help she could get so she would take it for sure. With the reins in hand she led Talbot out into the center of the barn. At one point the farmer disappeared. Darin was a little worried about the lack of a bit because that was how a rider typically told a horse which way to go, but Talbot seemed smart. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too stubborn.
That was when the farmer came back with a few things, “I found a few spare things you can have.” He held out a brush, “Make sure you brush Talbot every night.” He gave her a bar of soap and a cloak, “Talbot seems to think you could use all the help you can get. So here you go.”
He was silent as he handed her the last thing. It was a sickle. Darin pulled the covering out and knew that it was not a spare. The steel was brightly polished, and Darin could feel the cuts just by looking at it. She immediately began to protest. This was his tool and he didn’t know her. There was no reason to give it to her.
The farmer cut of the protest, “Talbot told me what you’ve got. When you get the job done let me come see you.” He grinned, the leather of his skin breaking into countless lines, “Just to smell it.”
Darin was almost overcome with the amount of kindness she felt form this farmer that had been working the land for longer than she had been alive. This was the future she had envisioned for herself. The Seed reacted as well. It started to burn, but this time it was almost pleasant. Darin didn’t think The Seed liked the thought about the farmer coming to smell the new Tree. It wasn’t enough. She wrapped the sickle back up
Without even think about it she threw her arms around him, “I make a decent apple pie.” She was whispering in his ear, “You should come taste it. When I’m ready for guests.”
The Seed liked that, or maybe Darin was imagining it. Either way it seemed right. The farmer was caught off guard for a little bit, but then returned the hug. When they pulled away Darin noticed that Ridahne was back in the barn. Her horse and Talbot seemed to get along. It was a nice little party. Darin nodded again. It was time to be on their way.
Darin put the soap and brush in her pack, “I’m ready.” The cloak went on as she walked over to Talbot, “We best get going. There’s no point wasting anytime.”
Talbot bent his knee and head. Using the reins Darin tugged herself to the back. She tried to be gentle, but she knew she tugged too hard. She patted Talbot’s neck and he rose to his full height. Darin was caught off guard for a moment. She held on to the sickle as she looked around. Her eyes fell on the farmer.
She was tying to be polite, “Thank you so much.”
He patted her knee, “Just take care of Talbot, and make sure you get it done.” He gave her one last piece of advice, “Learn to listen to Talbot. It will do you good.”
Darin nodded, “You’ve got it.” She turned to her companion, “Where to now? Which direction?”
The plan was eventually get them there. I think it would be fun. I don't think we should go straight there though. I also think they need to swing by The Tree at some point as well.
I love that movie. It was beautiful designed. I love this role play too. I keep coming up with things that will never actully come up in the story.
I know this one is short. I just didn't want it to drag.
Darin was ready to scowl at life in general. Everybody who knew what she was doing said that she must have been picked for a reason. She wasn’t sure that she brought that. After all, The Gardener died not more than two breathes after giving her The Seed. Ridahne didn’t know that, and Darin wasn’t sure she wanted to tell her that. However, the villagers didn’t have that excuse. They were the ones that buried the Gardener. Yet Milla, Thomas, and even the elders that didn’t like her said Darin must have been given The Seed for a reason. If there was a reason besides last options Darin didn’t know what is was.
She gave her head a shake. She had been thinking those thoughts for what seemed like forever; at least since she got The Seed. It wasn’t helping, and she knew it. Darin knew that the job was important. She may not have been the best choice. She may have even been the last choice. However, she was still the choice The Gardener had made. She had to do the job. With Ridahne’s help she might even manage to get it done. At the very least her odds had increased dramatically. So, Darin would count herself lucky; at least for today.
Darin nodded at Ridahne, “Well then. We best get started. We aren’t going to find where we’re headed by standing around.” She finished her apple, “Besides, I’m sure the people of Greyrock wouldn’t mind if we left sooner rather than later.”
That was probably an understatement. Darin checked to make sure she had her pack. It was strapped to her back. She supposed it wasn’t necessary to check on it, but since she lost her pack mule, she had been paranoid about losing her supplies. She was already down a shirt because she lost her sewing kit because she lost her pack mule. She wasn’t inclined to lose anything else. That just made good sense. She wondered if Ridahne would be willing to share her supplies. Darin gave her head another shake. She couldn’t ask for more than the Elf was willing to give. That was rude.
She did ask, “Do you have a map? I would like to keep better track of where I’ve been already.”
That was another problem. Darin was lost when Ridahne found her. In a way she was still lost. She knew she was in Greyrock. That didn’t mean she knew where she had been or where she was going. She couldn’t keep wandering like that. She wanted to make sure that she was being systematic. Well, that wasn’t right. She wanted to be mostly systematic. If she got a feeling to go in a certain direction she was going to go in that direction. She still needed a map. If Ridahne didn’t have one, they would have to buy one. Darin was tired of being lost. She wasn’t doing it anymore. She was going to know where she was going from this point forward.
She gave her head a shake. She had been thinking those thoughts for what seemed like forever; at least since she got The Seed. It wasn’t helping, and she knew it. Darin knew that the job was important. She may not have been the best choice. She may have even been the last choice. However, she was still the choice The Gardener had made. She had to do the job. With Ridahne’s help she might even manage to get it done. At the very least her odds had increased dramatically. So, Darin would count herself lucky; at least for today.
Darin nodded at Ridahne, “Well then. We best get started. We aren’t going to find where we’re headed by standing around.” She finished her apple, “Besides, I’m sure the people of Greyrock wouldn’t mind if we left sooner rather than later.”
That was probably an understatement. Darin checked to make sure she had her pack. It was strapped to her back. She supposed it wasn’t necessary to check on it, but since she lost her pack mule, she had been paranoid about losing her supplies. She was already down a shirt because she lost her sewing kit because she lost her pack mule. She wasn’t inclined to lose anything else. That just made good sense. She wondered if Ridahne would be willing to share her supplies. Darin gave her head another shake. She couldn’t ask for more than the Elf was willing to give. That was rude.
She did ask, “Do you have a map? I would like to keep better track of where I’ve been already.”
That was another problem. Darin was lost when Ridahne found her. In a way she was still lost. She knew she was in Greyrock. That didn’t mean she knew where she had been or where she was going. She couldn’t keep wandering like that. She wanted to make sure that she was being systematic. Well, that wasn’t right. She wanted to be mostly systematic. If she got a feeling to go in a certain direction she was going to go in that direction. She still needed a map. If Ridahne didn’t have one, they would have to buy one. Darin was tired of being lost. She wasn’t doing it anymore. She was going to know where she was going from this point forward.
Darin came into to the inn to see one boy looking at Ridahne like the Elf was a ghost. Darin was willing to bet that Ridahne had done something to spook him. Then again it was possible that he had just heard what had happened last night. The human wasn’t sure what option would be worse. It was time to leave this town. Darin didn’t want this to go badly. Plus, she knew that The Seed didn’t want to be planted anywhere near here. Darin needed to move on anyways. She moved to join Ridahne for breakfast. She might as well eat something before they left.
The human picked up a piece of cheese to avoid answering the question right away. She knew what she was going to say, but she didn’t know how to say it. She wanted to make sure that Ridahne would continue to treat her like the idiot she was and not some thing worth honoring. The Seed, the job, protecting Astra. That was the important piece. Darin was just a means to the end. Then there was the fact that she wasn’t sure if Ridahne knew that Darin didn’t know where she was going; that she planned to travel all of Astra. At some point the human would have to enter both Siren and Elf territory. This included Ridahne’s home. Unless Darin found the part where The Seed belonged Darin would have to head to the lands of the Azuri, and if Ridahne was bound and determined to protect her Darin had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to back out. Something beyond either of their control would prevent it.
Maybe that would be a good place to start, “I don’t know where I’m going. Not in an ‘I’m lost’ king of way, though I am lost. In a ‘I have no clear destination in mind’ kind of way. It’s the only thing that knows where it wants to be, and he said it would tell me when I got there. I may wind up some place you don’t want to be.”
She was being vague on purpose. The boy on the other end of the room was still eying them. Darin hoped Ridahne got that the it she was talking about was The Seed and the he that she mentioned was the now dead Gardener. By Tree. This was harder than she thought it was. Darin was not used to sneaking around or lying. She picked up an apple to give her some breathing room. She didn’t want to say no to Ridahne. She also didn’t want to take her without making sure the Elf knew all the facts. That would just be cruel, and Darin was learning to lie and sneak, and she might even learn how to fight. She refused to learn how to be maliciously cruel. Her Mama would box her ears if she did that.
She swallowed her current bite of apple, “And Talbot’s coming too. His person says he wants to, and I want him to.”
Okay, she had told the farmer that she had to talk about it with Ridahne, but all of the sudden Darin didn’t care what the Elf thought of the horse. Darin liked him, and the farmer said he wanted to come. She was willing to believe that the horse had told his human that. She was even willing to believe that they could understand each other. It did make sense. She had seen it before. People and animals bonded in strange ways. She had never experienced it, but it was still cool. It helped fill the need Darin had found herself faced with. She needed to ride. She couldn’t walk all of Astra. So, Talbot was coming. If Ridahne didn’t like that she could get over it.
Darin shrugged, “Other than those two things as long as you can promise not to treat me any different than from before we got to Greyrock you can come.” Her eyes were firmly on her half-eaten apple, “I could use the help and you did say you would teach me how to use my knife.”
The human picked up a piece of cheese to avoid answering the question right away. She knew what she was going to say, but she didn’t know how to say it. She wanted to make sure that Ridahne would continue to treat her like the idiot she was and not some thing worth honoring. The Seed, the job, protecting Astra. That was the important piece. Darin was just a means to the end. Then there was the fact that she wasn’t sure if Ridahne knew that Darin didn’t know where she was going; that she planned to travel all of Astra. At some point the human would have to enter both Siren and Elf territory. This included Ridahne’s home. Unless Darin found the part where The Seed belonged Darin would have to head to the lands of the Azuri, and if Ridahne was bound and determined to protect her Darin had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to back out. Something beyond either of their control would prevent it.
Maybe that would be a good place to start, “I don’t know where I’m going. Not in an ‘I’m lost’ king of way, though I am lost. In a ‘I have no clear destination in mind’ kind of way. It’s the only thing that knows where it wants to be, and he said it would tell me when I got there. I may wind up some place you don’t want to be.”
She was being vague on purpose. The boy on the other end of the room was still eying them. Darin hoped Ridahne got that the it she was talking about was The Seed and the he that she mentioned was the now dead Gardener. By Tree. This was harder than she thought it was. Darin was not used to sneaking around or lying. She picked up an apple to give her some breathing room. She didn’t want to say no to Ridahne. She also didn’t want to take her without making sure the Elf knew all the facts. That would just be cruel, and Darin was learning to lie and sneak, and she might even learn how to fight. She refused to learn how to be maliciously cruel. Her Mama would box her ears if she did that.
She swallowed her current bite of apple, “And Talbot’s coming too. His person says he wants to, and I want him to.”
Okay, she had told the farmer that she had to talk about it with Ridahne, but all of the sudden Darin didn’t care what the Elf thought of the horse. Darin liked him, and the farmer said he wanted to come. She was willing to believe that the horse had told his human that. She was even willing to believe that they could understand each other. It did make sense. She had seen it before. People and animals bonded in strange ways. She had never experienced it, but it was still cool. It helped fill the need Darin had found herself faced with. She needed to ride. She couldn’t walk all of Astra. So, Talbot was coming. If Ridahne didn’t like that she could get over it.
Darin shrugged, “Other than those two things as long as you can promise not to treat me any different than from before we got to Greyrock you can come.” Her eyes were firmly on her half-eaten apple, “I could use the help and you did say you would teach me how to use my knife.”
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