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Post by Kelathi on Feb 12, 2019 22:17:09 GMT
As they approached, Asha could see that Bear was pre-occupied. She had seen him in this way many times before, and so instead of disturbing him, she regained her seat. He was certain to have been aware of them approaching long before they actually appeared, as they had made no effort to quieten their footsteps. Then, with a sudden spark of playfulness, she eyed the wrapped packages Bear had said were for afters. Shooting a look towards Eira, she leaned over silently and carefully, reaching for them.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Feb 13, 2019 0:00:58 GMT
Since she hadn’t been told to keep quiet, Eira was more than happy to fill in the void as they walked back, playing off of Asha’s repeated interest in her music to babble on about the different styles she could do, from fair dances to classical pieces that would be requested by royalty. Each style was described in great, loving detail, showing she had no real preferences, as excited for the next one as if it was the greatest piece of music ever created.
Eira’s wittering on finally subsided as they approached the camp, noticing as well how Bear seemed somewhat preoccupied. She settled herself down in her original seat as well, not wanting to crowd either warrior, pawing through her bags to pull out her flutes to decide which style she was going to play. She paused at seeing Asha’s glance, watching her reach for the wrapped packages and waiting for whatever reaction such a move might garner.
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Post by zahz on Feb 13, 2019 18:51:23 GMT
Bear's eyes flicked towards the girls as they approached briefly As he neared the end of what passed for prayers to the fierce wolf mother.
He had prepped what he could without more hot water while the girls set the trip wires. The buckets were there waiting for water. two oilcloth packages been set by the fire. What cutlery and bowls that had been used were stacked in the empty stew pot. The packages were tonights hers to the road treats.
One held several small round tins of dry tightly compressed leaves. Teas one lighter one darker and the last one sweeter of mixed herbs.
The larger one loose and lumpy in appearance held this mornings score. And one worthy of sharing.
Ok manners a good coin and a growling stomach along with a rather thin rabbit had netted him a hearty breakfast and some sort of flaky sweet hand size pies filled with early fruit.
He wouldn't try that anywhere. But these hills he and his party were known.
It he felt it important to start the first night of a Journey off well. He growled one last phrase that rose in volume. Finishing his nightly ritual he stretched languidly and yawned. And paused as he reached for the buckets. The lumpy package had wanderd...
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Post by Kelathi on Feb 25, 2019 23:40:01 GMT
Asha did her best to look innocent, which is pretty hard to do when you are a woman of above-average height with the appearance of a rugged, weather-beaten warrior. Upon finishing his routine, Bear appeared to pause, and it was evident he knew something was amiss. "What's wrong, Bear?" She asked innocently, schooling her expression.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Mar 1, 2019 16:13:03 GMT
Eira kept her hands busy in order to help keep her expression still, biting her lips together at seeing Bear’s pause and Asha’s attempt at looking innocent. Finally she settled on a long wooden flute, decorated with thin bands of white paint standing out against the dark wood. One end had some thin white feathers tied to it, which Eira straightened out proudly, finding the holes to which she positioned her fingers and mouth, the wood gently pressing against her cheek as she prepared herself to play. The obvious pride with which she handled the precious item was almost surprising, given how her place in the group was hardly as the minstrel.
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Post by zahz on Mar 15, 2019 23:46:08 GMT
(OOC: appolgies, I've been mostly away from the internet. Will post when I get home. For some reason my tablet is trying to capitalize very other word. -_-)
Something about his companions voice sounded... Off. Bear snapped a narrow eyed stare in her direction. He flicked his gaze to Eira, but not knowing the little bard's quirks she has unreadable.
Asha was another story... She always looked and sounded serious, Now she sounded like she was trying too hard.
He paused for a moment then shrugged. What Ever, he'd let her have her fun and her sweets. He'd just prank her later.
"It seem that the crypt isn't the only thing that takes to wandering off. the package I had here will show back up or it won't "
He snatched up the bucket as he stood and went to fetch water. Leaving the girls however briefly to their distractions.
He took his time and stalked a round the perimeter of camp again for good meisure. Enjoying the the music the chatty little minstrel brought to their camp. Noting well Asha's interest in the display.
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Post by Kelathi on Feb 5, 2020 19:57:26 GMT
Asha was disappointed with Bear’s lack of a reaction, although she was certain she would be paid back, somehow. Even so, she returned the package to it’s original place. “Well, that was anti-climatic.” She commented, with a small, apologetic smile towards Eira; a strange expression for such a weather-beaten warrior to wear. “Alright then.” She announced, schooling her expression, leaning back and getting herself more comfortable. “Let’s hear what you can do.”
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Feb 6, 2020 3:38:50 GMT
With the flute poised against her lips, Eira’s expression was comical. Eyes wide, lips pursed to meet the wood, her gaze darting back and forth between the two. Of course, being the newcomer, she had no idea what any of their little tells were, other than the fact that something was up. Of course she’d seen the packet get snagged, but whether that was expected or part of the course or indeed a joke she didn’t know.
The flute was lowered for a moment as Bear stood, watching him with the same wide eyes before returning to look at Asha, nodding in total agreement with her remark. Anti-climatic yes. Fortunate? Most definitely, in her eyes. They could defend themselves. She’d probably be squashed in a heartbeat.
Clearing her throat a little at the little challenge thrown her way, a smug little smile alighting her lips before they pressed against the flute, Eira began to blow. Her pride didn’t lie; she was good. Rather than going on one of her soulful explorations that would very likely sour the mood, she went for a cheerful, gentle dance, fingers flowing over the wood as she played. Half of her playing was with her eyes closed, letting herself enjoy the music as much as her companions. Well, should they like music often played at festivals and parties...
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Post by zahz on Mar 19, 2020 9:41:17 GMT
Bear for his part loitered in the gloom beneath the trees. Listening, watching, the girls at the fire as much as he did the night and the woods.
The little waif knew how to play and there were no unusual sounds or worse, quiets, moving about the clearing.
He sighed and shook his head. Perhaps he was just restless to hit the road. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that Something was going to happen. It has been there gnawing softly at the back of his mind since he left the last town. He gave the dark woods another weeping glare and headed back to the firelight.
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Post by Kelathi on Jun 9, 2020 21:45:14 GMT
Asha was pleased for a little music to colour their evening, but she hadn’t been prepared for just how good the newcomer would turn out to be. There was just something about the way her fingers fluttered confidently over the instrument, the notes eddying and dancing on the air pleasingly. Although she had two left feet, and only after downing a belly-full of mead, Asha could see herself dancing to such a merry tune if she were to come across it in a tavern. Whilst Eira played, the warrior allowed her thoughts to wander, her sombre gaze lifting to the sky as she watched the fire-smoke curling up towards the star-pitten abyss.
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Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jul 23, 2020 5:28:04 GMT
Even though the music wove in and out amongst the nighttime chorus of chirping insects and rustling leaves, Eira easily came back as her song ended, eyes sliding open as the flute lowered to rest delicately in her lap. Her gaze took in the warrior who had stayed to listen to her music, only shifting when it was rather strikingly obvious that Bear had returned, taking his return in curiously as well.
Curious, and no longer ill at ease. Indeed, her expression took on a slight mischievous glint, eyes darting between them. “Sooooo…” she began, lips pursed just enough to control the grin that was threatening to overtake her cheeks, “You two seem to have some… history together. Anything I should be… aware of?” she asked, managing to make it sound as if her desire for gossip was merely for protection and not because the two were the fascinating, real-life examples of those warriors she’d recite the epic poems of, the hundreds of lines that showed great strength and very little substance.
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