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Racing the River - Callynite - 10-10-2019 Callynite The river was rushing wildly in front of her, careening past rocks and around shallower sections of the river bed. Cally watches with a calm mind, her limbs curled beneath her as she rests her body against a tree trunk, the grass cradling her gently, even as a crisp breeze brought the scent of the season's change to her nose. Leaves were carried to and fro, swirling on the winds in a dance of orange, red and yellow. It was a peaceful scene tempered by the rage of the river as it passed over and through the fresh deposits that created the rapids that violently splashed past. A cry of a bird above had Cally's attention turning off of the water, looking up to the blue-hued sky sprinkled with whispy white clouds that barely offered shade from the sun above. Midday had arrived, and with it, the heat was climbing - which is what had lead the deer hybrid into moving towards the shade to begin with.
But now the sun had passed the apex of it's climb and was starting it's decent - and as the seasons change with autumn continued, the days would be growing shorter, as would the warmth. Cally stood with that thought, deciding at that moment it might not be too bad of an idea to enjoy the heat of the sun while they still had it. The river bubbled and gurgled a greeting to her as she climbed to her cloven hooves, and her gaze turned towards it curiously, following the curves of the rocky, treacherous shoreline. Those same adventure-worn green eyes also tracked the layout of the land that made up the shore, where the loose gravel and dirt changed into grass, the ground was sure to be a little more strong there, especially if she stayed a bit of a ways into the grass, where the roots were likely tangled together to aid in the interlocking defense and strength. A grin crossed Cally's face, and she moved towards the edge of the river, peering down at it curiously, excitement flooding her system. Her muzzle touched the surface briefly, a quick sip of water to counteract the heat, and the crisp autumn air to keep her cool . . . getting into position, the doe found her footing and testing the area she had chosen as close to the river, but more stable than the shorelines. With a final nod, the little hybrid deer-horse took off with a bouncing gallop that seemed far more like the bound of a deer than the graceful canter of a horse. Her hooves carried her along the curves and divets of the water's edge, eagerly following along it to see what she might find along the river. Her laugh bubbled from her as her cloak fluttered in the airstream created in her wake, her quiver and bow strapped tightly to the satchel at her side. The adventuring deer smiled to herself as she allowed herself to play and race the river, running for a long period before finally slowing down and catching her breath, taking a second much needed drink of water, even as she telekineticly shifted her cloak back into place, and her mane ruffled by the autumn breeze that continued to cool her against the rays of the sun. "Speech" @
RE: Racing the River - Sloane - 10-11-2019
RE: Racing the River - Callynite - 10-17-2019 Callynite There was a certain joy and serenity that Cally never failed to feel, to possess when in the midst of the natural world. It was never a perfect feeling, missing the welcoming touch of the branches, or the whispered greets of the foliage, but there was still a certain tranquility to be breathed in, a breath of life from Nature herself. But even the tranquility, the peace she felt did little to mute the subtle but constant pain she felt with how silent the world felt to her when she closed her eyes and forgot about anything else around her. Before she'd feel the hums, the welcome of the forest . . . but when her eyes close, when she lets herself go to the forest . . . now there was nothing there.
She did as much as she could to distract herself, though. And that was what had led her to rushing with the river, feeling at least a little more free as she played along the currents, following its curves and flows. At least until a voice called out over the river, causing the doe to spin around in surprise, What the fuck are you. How many times had Cally heard that over the passed many weeks? Maybe not that phrase, but . . . in general. Perhaps it was the constant repeat that had the little doe responding with more sass than one might thing able to be held in such a tiny body, "That's up for debate!" She called back in amusement, turning from the river to approach the stranger, or at least stranger to her. She tilted her head as the loose waves of her messy forelock danced infront of her bright gaze, dual sets of ears perking, one set towards the stranger, the second set circling the surrounds to keep an ear out for danger (an aspect of her deer upbringing that she couldn't break). The tiny doe grinned brightly, eyes sparkling with mirth, "Names Callynite, but Cally's easier to say. As for what exactly I am . . . I'm growing fond of the term 'hybrid'. I was a deer, but I got kinda caught up in a portal that sent me spiralling to Novus. That magic didn't like my magic and after a bit of fighting - I'm sure - I ended up looking like something caught in the middle of horse and deer." She added with a bit more detail, though avoiding any chance of admitting that it wasn't so much as getting caught up in an unknown portal but rather foolishly entering said portal in a need to explore. A portal that led to who knows where - what better adventure than that. "So, what's your name?" She added after a short pause, so as to continue the conversation - after all better to have someone to talk back than to remember the forest that no longer did. "Speech" @
RE: Racing the River - Sloane - 10-26-2019
RE: Racing the River - Callynite - 10-29-2019 Callynite The young doe knew she was odd, unfamiliar - different. It's what happens when magic decides to mess with you. She had heard every variation of the 'what are you' question as well; and unfortunately she wasn't too sure what she really was either.
It was a better reaction to the question than when she'd first come to Novus. No longer was she as bitter about her change in appearance, she'd come to accept her reflection as her own, even if she refused to go any closer to 'horse' than a hybrid. At least even claiming herself a hybrid she could make sure focus was put on the 'deer' aspect. A deer first, a horse second. Then this other gave her own name, Sloane. It had a pretty, though strong sound to it, as Cally rolled it through her thoughts, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Sloane. A pleasure." Her smile was as warm as her tone, before returning to the topic of the magic portal. "Eh, it certainly did a number on me; but then again maybe I was askin' for it. Who walks through a mysterious and clearly magical portal that they are unfamiliar with in the first place? Not my smartest move, I'll admit." The former druid admitted, before tilting her head when Sloane asked her why she'd ended up in Delumine. This time, Cally's gaze turned softer, almost gentling, "Familiarity. It reminds me of home. The forests and meadows . . . it's similar to where I came from. And I guess, I wanted something familiar to cling to when everything else - even my reflection was so different." She explained softly. It had been familiar, when nothing else in Novus was. "Speech" @
RE: Racing the River - Sloane - 11-26-2019
RE: Racing the River - Callynite - 12-08-2019 Callynite Cally wasn't the sort to let a sourpuss rain on her parade, and so even someone as unwelcoming and abrupt like this mare, this Sloane wasn't going to have any effect on Cally's warmth, her sunshine disposition - well, as long as she remained only verbally abrupt and didn't push the wrong buttons. Cally, despite her warmth was as sassy and sarcastic as the next horse and wasn't afraid to release those aspects either. As it was, though, Sloane was a touch more amusing than anything else for the moment and Cally's curiosity had been peaked.
Cally knew her actions to arriving to Novus might make one question her actions, but Cally saw it as an adventure. She had seen all of what the Thicket had to offer, and when she stumbled upon the portal, well there was no way she wasn't going to take that adventure on as well, and so she shrugged at the mare's dismissal of her actions being amateur, and instead spoke simply "Perhaps amateurish to most, but I was no rocky splunker in my home land . . . and while the earth begged me not to leave, not once did it come across as the portal being dangerous." She didn't explain her words, there was little to explain about the magic she had once held and hoped to one day grasp at again. She had been part of the earth itself, and she had known instinctively that it would be a new adventure she hadn't found before. And so far, Novus hadn't been to upsetting - beyond locking her magic and . . . altering . . . her appearance. There was so much to see, so much to explore, so much to witness and she was enjoying her time her thus far. When the other spoke again, Cally raised an eyebrow before tilting her head. "I don't know if I should take that seriously or not." She stated after a moment, watching this Sloane with open curiosity, "Which squirrels?" And why would they set things on fire? "Speech" @
RE: Racing the River - Sloane - 12-17-2019
RE: Racing the River - Callynite - 02-09-2020 Callynite Cally knew fair well her personality was on the obnoxious side of abrasive. Some melded well to it, able to handle her level of sass and sarcasm and treated it like a grain of salt to be tossed over their shoulder. Others grew more irritated and would grit their teeth while searching for an escape. Callynite suspected Sloane fit well into the second category - which is why a part of her was extremely grateful for the advice of the squirrels - even if the much more adventurous side of Cally wanted to see them up close, find out if they really could start fires. They sounded neat!
Still, she accepted the warning with a smile, as well as quietly hoarding the information that they now lived on a small island that was being burnt to the ground. Night time search, looking for the lights of a fire could help her pinpoint where the island was, if it was real. She'd have to find out how far away it was of course. Then the other spoke of the forest, and Cally's nature suddenly turned serious. She was silent when the other spoke, but did nod her awareness that the forest was new growth - she just hadn't thought much about it. Forests naturally went through burning periods, where the dead tries were burned and provided new nourishment to the next generation after it. She was silent still as she heard about the squirrels bursting into flames only when frightened, running through the bush, burning the Forest to the ground. She tilted her head to the side for a moment, "The forest is doing well in it's regrowth at least. But that does sound absolutely terrifying . . . ." And a part of her, the part that sung in tune to the natural world wanted to know more about these squirrels, as if their side of the story needed to be shared just as much as any others. She glanced back at the mare, this time her voice portraying the seriousness, and sincerity of her next words, "Thank you, for the warning though. Being new to Novus, I'm still learning a lot about this place. Your warning is appreciated, even if I kind of want to see their new island myself." Of course, an explorer can't ignore the call of an adventure, and flaming squirrels definitely sounded like n adventure worth taking to her. "Speech" @
RE: Racing the River - Sloane - 03-25-2020
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