Cast: Nyrandisa (Netha) and Seed (Deme)
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Support Points Earned: 2
[11:08 PM] NethaEmerald: Nyrandisa had quite the day. She had spent pretty much the entirety of it working on her own little personal project: a staff. She had gotten advice from every staff user within The Pack, but she still had a long way to go. She likely wasn't going to pick it back up until she was capable of using staves herself. However, she was sitting near the convoy just looking at it. It was really still just a big stick with very minor magic energy stored in it. She was hoping to get some kind of gem or pretty stone to stick into the empty prongs she left in the top of it. After observing it over for a bit, impressed on how much she was able to do with her limited knowledge and hands-on experience. But now came to store the staff away, She was very careful to start wrapping it in any space cloth she could find. She was hoping to curse it to make sure nobody else could touch it, but that would wait until it was done being wrapped up.
April 4, 2018
[4:15 PM] LadyDeme: Seed's clothes were damp from the drizzling rain that fell that afternoon, the light fabric going translucent with the moisture and sticking to his bark.A few droplets were still dripping from his branches, a far-away look on his face as he walked along towards the convoy, with a fishbowl in his hands. He had a larger tank that he kept with their supplies, a safer home for his little friend -- but not one where he could keep an eye on Walter, the silvery fish swimming in circles in the bowl. He must have been rather deep in thought, because he only noticed Nyrandisa when he was more or less beside her. "Ah, my apologies," he said, gently tilting his head so the droplets fell off of his leaves to one side. "Is your staff coming along well?"(edited)
[4:35 PM] NethaEmerald: Nyra was so focused on the special cloth that she hadn't noticed that anyone come up to her until after they said a few things to her. Looking up from the purple wrap, she knew who it was before she really even looked at him. "Hey. I think it's coming along fine. Hard to tell since I don't know what kind of energy it should have when I feel it, or how to tap into it." She explained back. She eventually noticed the fishbowl. Catching her off guard, she asked "What's in there? A fish from that fishing tournament?"
[6:44 PM] LadyDeme: Seed nodded thoughtfully; right now, he wasn't sure it would do anything if called upon, but it was taking form -- he could feel it, sensing it like a coming rain in the air. Eventually, it would take form. "Keep at it; I think it'll work well enough." For her own question, Seed sort of chuckled, uneasily, tilting his head to the side so he didn't have to see her face as he explained it. His own face was a little flushed with a deeper green undercurrent to his brown face, but he gently set the bowl down onto the back of the cart. The bowl was new, and Walter investigated the little driftwood, full of holes, that was in it as a sort of hiding place and decoration. "That's right; I took my catch alive, and, well, I suppose I got rather fond of him. I've been calling him Walter."
[8:51 PM] NethaEmerald: When Seed remarked it would come along fine, Nyrandisa did nod, but responded with "I know it will. I just think i'm going to hold any more progress off on it until I gain a good capacity to use them myself, just so that I can know how it should feel like." As Seed went on about Walter, she remembered her pathetic little catch. "I let my fish go. It was pretty small and not worth eating. Plus I don't really like meat. Figured maybe it could start a family and support the ecosystem or residents near him."
[9:05 PM] LadyDeme: "...Perhaps I ought to have done the same," Seed said, deflating a little at the discussion. Why had he done it, precisely? He'd already disrupted things a lot. However he justified it now, it was... probably not something he could defend. But the prospect of having a friend out here on the road -- in general, really -- had been tempting, he supposed. The little flash of silver. Besides, the world was hard enough. It felt very flimsy, examined in the daylight, and he stared down into the bowl quietly. A sigh left him as he tried to stumble away from the private guilt that would live with him tonight. "I myself never had any intention of eating a fish; I felt terrible about the whole business."(edited)
[9:28 PM] NethaEmerald: Nyra could tell that Seed was a little distraught over what she said. So, like any good friend, she came back with some soft words. "Now don't say that. Some people like to have companions on the road; to keep life in a controlled enviroment where they know their companion can live. My fish could already be dead. I don't know that. However, don't beat yourself up. You made the right call to you, and i'm sure Walter is thankful for that." As the discussion of eating fish came up, she made no remark; she had commented on that already, and felt no reason to say it again.
[10:14 PM] LadyDeme: Seed paused at this, briefly weighing his feelings. The comfort was nice; reassuring and wholesome, like a warm tea seeping through him; the feeling was a little sharp against his bark, which was cool from the fall of rain that had followed throughout the day. The Florkana smiled warmly. He circled a finger on the edge of Walter's bowl, trying to find some truth in it, though. After all, Nyra was a nice girl, and might have only said it because she realized he'd felt bad. He searched her face a few times, trying to read what was in it, looking for that barb of pity he knew had to be there. He found nothing, and for a moment was silent, unsure of what to say to that. Then, honestly. "Thank you. He's certainly a..." Something moved out of the corner of his eye, drawing his attention to something happening with the cloth she'd wrapped around her staff. "What is that?"
[10:36 PM] NethaEmerald: When Seed observed her facem she grew worried. Had she done something wrong? Was he trying to figure out if her advice was genuine or not (which it was)? She didn't have too much time to think on that, however, as Seed pointed to the cloth and got her attention. "What are you talking about? I don't se-" She turns to look at it as it lay over her right hand. "OH CRAP!" She exclaims loudly as pink smoke emits from the cloth. She swiftly brushes it off and onto the wooden base of the convoy, to which it stopped smoking. However, her hand still smoked a little. "Oh no..." she mutters, red face with embarrassment.
[10:49 PM] NethaEmerald: "I hope that doesn't come off as bad to Seed..." She tells herself in her head.
April 6, 2018
[10:39 PM] LadyDeme: Seed blinked in surprised, lifting Walter's bowl away from the smoke as Nyra handles the cloth itself, as wisps of pink smoke curl around him, winding its tendrils up through his branches and whispering into his leaves. He set Walter down momentarily. He took her hand in his fearlessly -- the smoke produced a strange smell as it interacted with his hand so closely, like melting sugar over a wood fire -- as he examined her fingers and palm with some concern, checking for injury it might have caused. "What in Kyria's name was that? Are you alright?"
[10:45 PM] NethaEmerald: Upon being asked what that was, and her hand checked on, she responded with "It wasn't anything harmful. but thank you for checking. I had planned for this cloth to administer a tiny shock and full anyone not authorized to touch it get negative emotions to not touch it again. However, it's incomplete, and seems to... well... let off smoke based on the emotion of those who touch it..." The explaination was a little rough. She felt so embarrassed by the moment of it revealing her emotions like that. It also didn't help that it was the truth. The cloth, still on the convoy's cart, stopped smoking. It only worked on living beings. "I think I need some adjustments to it..." she mumbled to herself.
[11:34 PM] LadyDeme: The good news for her was that Seed did not quite grasp the color-coding of the smoke: it might have been happiness, he mused, though he pictured it a sunny yellow, but who knew? "I see... A pink sort of mood, hmm?" An indecisive, lingering white fog to chase A half-voiced mood, touched by an opening flower; the words on the tip of your tongue, the bright the sweet of a warm glow -- Hm. He pulled himself from his distracted drafting, chasing down the words of a pink sort of mood, which must have been the title of this; maybe if he fleshed it out in stanzas of other colors? But something about that caught his attention, though. "Did you really think you'd need so dramatic a measure?" His brows knitted towards each other, shadowing a worried pair of eyes. "Has...Has someone been bothering you? Or..." He left it hanging.(edited)
[11:39 PM] NethaEmerald: When Seed seemed to not get any implication of exactly what the color meant, she did a mental sigh of relief. She knew it likely wasn't good to be so worried about it, but she also didn't want to ruin anything by acting too soon. Because, after all, some love can be unrequited. Reagrdless, when he asked why the cloth was so sinister, she shrugged and responded "I wouldn't call it too sinister. All it really does it make someone not want to tamper with the staff while it's still a work in progress. I'd rather not see an item I put a lot of work into ruined. It's why I always keep my personal book on me, and surely why you keep such a close eye to your own book. After all, not everyone on our team is here solely for a good cause. Some might have their own agendas."
[11:46 PM] LadyDeme: "...I didn't call it sinister, myself," he said, his eyes looking away uneasily. In truth, he hadn't: only dramatic. He shifted his weight to one side, sending a few errant drops of rain down to soak the still pink-spattered air. The implication, after all, was that she didn't trust the group -- and that barb turned inward faster than Seed could even notice... Especially when she brought his notebook into it. "That's not why I keep my book on my person at all," the Florkana muttered. He had a pouch for it, one that he waterproofed for days like this, and now that pouch was a weight with him, in an inside breast pocket today, when he had an outfit with one; he'd spent too long around humans, not to think of the area as his heart. "I wouldn't publish a word, if I never wanted anyone to see what I wish to say. However... Call it selfish, but I do. I do want that." He shook his head, pulling one wet-paper lip in towards his teeth. "I may take my time with setting it free, but... That's not why I keep this book so close to me."(edited)
April 7, 2018
[12:00 AM] NethaEmerald: She hadn't realized that her behavior came off as untrusting of others, but maybe there was some truth to that. While she wanted everyone in this group to have good faith, she just couldn't do it to everyone. Some individuals, like the Angels that the group encountered, didn't help her own personal trust. While there were a few people she trust a lot, like Seed, Suleiman, and Kiera, the rest weren't so much so. She had already been burned by those she had trust in for her own actions, and she was hoping not to repeat it, even if she seemed to walk down the same line. However, his last lines got to her. It seemed she was wrong about why Seed kept his book close, and implied that he didn't completely agree with her opinion on their books and her staff. She looked at the cloth as it lay on the wooden wagon. Was she really making the safe call here? "Well, I can't say for certain why you keep your book on you, and seems like you're not quite ready to reveal it yourself. All I can gather is you have ambitions with whatever is in it, and only time will let the contents come out." She said to Seed. She took the cloth in her hand as the smoke ran black from it. Within a moment of her messing with it, the smoke stopped. "Perhaps i'll loosen up on the cloth's impact. Though what it might be now, i'm not sure." She spoke aloud, mostly to herself.
[8:06 PM] LadyDeme: Seed looked down, clutching at the spot where the book was, the leather warmed up against his bark -- the latter gave off little heat, but the pouch could soak it in, day by day, hour by hour, until the pouch made to hold that fat, battered notebook was as warm as he was. He tried gamely, more than he might otherwise. "...Actually, much of it has come out already." He could have talked for hours about that notebook; there were things in it he was shy about, but its value and its history. It wasn't a secret. But she.. The way she phrased it had made his voice slink off and die in his throat. It felt from those assumed platitudes that it wasn't wanted; it would only waste her time. He shrugged, very casually. "...Oh, nevermind. I do think it'd be worth it just to ask people not to interfere, first... But you do what makes you feel safe, at the end of the day. I'm only sorry." He shook his head and reached into the convoy's insides for something like a cup, scooping up the fish in a slow, pensive motion, while the conversation rolled around his head. From the cup to a larger tank, graciously stored inside the wagon, where the fish could enjoy a little privacy. He swam in a curious spiral, gradually re-learning the insides of the tank. Seed nodded, satisfied. "It's a very interesting curse...As these things go?"
[8:26 PM] NethaEmerald: The Jera let out a big sigh. She had come into this conversation feeling very well; but now? All she felt was... not much. She decided to ignore his comment on the cloth as she just tossed it into the convoy. She was done thinking about that stupid thing. She began to speak with a somewhat dulled tone of voice. "You act like i'm not interested in your book. That couldn't be further from the truth. The only reason I remarked on it as I did is because it seems like a lot of the things I say and do don't sit well with you anymore. Which is a shame, because things were much beter not long ago. Perhaps it's my word choice, the way I talk, or something, but the interactions between us seem to have gone from sweet to a little sour." She looked down when she finished that part. "Perhaps i'll just ask people not to touch it. One of my concerns, though, was the convoy riding into battle. But if it will only cause distrust in me, i'd rather discard the safety idea on it. I can't have people thinking i'm still cold, cruel, evil, and generally bad when i'm trying to do good." Without realizing it until afterwards, she went to reach for her hood to pull it down, but refrained herself at the last second. "I'm acting like a total mess right now..." She scolded hersef in her head.(edited)
[8:57 PM] LadyDeme: Seed stared at her for a long moment, frustrated and tired. He sagged, the branches on his shoulders drooping down as if they could guard some part of him. "I am sorry, that I hurt you..." The rain around the wagon blurred around the edges of his vision; that was all, just a few lingering drops pittering down around his face. His voice was very tired, and with each word it poured out downward, and lower, sometimes struggling around a lump. " I didn't tell you that was how I felt about my notebook, and you had to have a reason to invent it, when there's little such words can do, but to halt me or make me disagree with you. When all I am doing is trying not to impose, would speak of it for eternity, and be happy to do so if, I only knew you would not think I was prattling and wasting your time with, oh, all my sentimental drivel, destroying your good opinion of me. I will not decide that your time is so easily frittered away on garbage without your wishing it, without you conveying that you wish it to me; how can I?" He asked it like a plea, like he was begging. And he hated it, rising up with him as his view of her, and the wisps of smoke, and the convoy blurred into indistinct colors. Because he was being so selfish, so stupid, so exposed. He'd hurt her feelings, because what -- Because you couldn't soak up a little loneliness? Because you wanted some childish fantasy, rather than endure your due? Hypocrite. The internal monologue went on -- it didn't really stop, but he stopped carrying it on his face. He smiled, tiny and fragile, his eyes somewhat misty. He carried on, a bit wavier, over the twist his own internal knots put him through, until he felt his chest must have been as hollow and fragile as his right arm.(edited)
[8:57 PM] LadyDeme: "I think you're a good person, Nyra; and I do enjoy your company... This sounds foolish, I'm sure. It all does. I simply worry...About whether or not you trust...Well, me, but I don't think anyone here isn't deserving of your faith, but I don't always know how to reassure you... I am trying to help, for what little that's worth. And... Ha. You'll probably think this is silly, by comparison with your struggles, but..." He played again with the wilting flower, a wry smile on a face turned away. The flower's petals felt strange when they were like this, they always did, and Seed could bury himself in his feelings. He felt very foolish. "It gets... Heh. It gets lonely, speaking to not be heard, trying to move forward and being turned away quite this much. I did a rather poor concealing that, and for that I apologize."(edited)
[10:14 PM] NethaEmerald: As Seed spoke his first part, Nyrandisa recoiled a little bit, as if she had just been dealt a punch. "You're right. I had to place to assume. Nor had I communicated well with enough interest in it. I apologize deeply for that error. I never meant to come off as disinterested, nor having a condescending opinion on you. I actually think highly of you. My words of praise in what you do were not empty compliments; they were backed up by my own feelings." She let him go on to the next part. It didn't help her much either. Seed seemed to have been bottling up emotions for a while. "Believe me: I understand how it feels to be lonely. I don't think i've had to deal with it as long as you have, though. But as to speaking and not being heard? The being turned away? I understand. Perhaps I was wrong about you, but not in a bad way. I was wrong in assuming things different without your facts to back them up. And you're not the only one who needs to apologize: I need to as well. I've perhaps concealed too much. You're problem might be with concealing it instead of talking about it." She eventually looked back up at him. "Because the more someone knows about you that you can trust, the more they can help repair."
April 9, 2018
[6:04 PM] LadyDeme: He felt a little soothed by it -- the doubt was something he brought to anything, but this seemed enough to keep that beast of his heart at bay for now. As she apologized, he accepted it quietly, his hand reached over and crossed the distance between them to rest on her shoulder. It was a gentle touch, and paired with it up the gnarled length of his arm, rising around his branchy shoulder, and to his face was a faint, almost worried smile. "I...Thank you for saying as much; empty or full, you flatter me. And I appreciate that." He noted with a little sad amusement that, while she argued he'd endured it longer, he'd just said he doubted it compared -- and that had not just been trying to lower himself. He blinked away some of the mistiness blurring his vision -- ah, he'd gotten rather overheated, hadn't he? and hurriedly wiped the rest, looking vaguely ashamed, before continuing. "...You may have a point, about me." He weighed for a moment going on, glancing upwards perhaps a little more philosophically, and sighing. "And about that, too. 'That I can trust,' though... I suppose if I had to say who I trusted or did not... The person I don't trust is myself. There are things I still don't want to be seen, but... I'll try to tell you if something bothers me, if you promise it won't be more trouble than I'm worth."
[6:04 PM] LadyDeme: Then, gradually, and with a lighter, brighter smile, he unbuttoned a bit of his shirt, pulling the warm, dry pouch out of its pocket. There was his notebook, with a small seal he liked to use painted on the cover. He explained it, as if to lighten the mood. "While it is not to speak -- though, often, it somewhat is -- I do pen much of these things, and they hit here before anywhere else. This notebook is where I take my notes, and make my first drafts, and have for...Oh, I think I got this perhaps 15 years ago?" He opened the first page and nodded, affirming the date, before gesturing with the shut, battered leather.
"I change some of the pages out, now and again. It's mostly poem drafts, or snatches of fiction, or things I notice -- there's the odd diary entry, but a lot of it's scattered lines I want to make sense of."
[8:51 PM] NethaEmerald: Seed seems to take her words well for once. Which was a relief; she was sick and tired of her wors being coated in an invisible malice that only hurt Seed. A smile came to her face in light of that. As he talked more about himself, she listened intently, watched him wipe away what seemed to be tears, and responded with "I understand. We doubt ourselves at times. The important thing is overcoming it. Light always exists in darkness. It just needs help, and I won't mind giving my own ear to you if you need it. After all, you've helped me plenty already." As Seed pulled the book out from uner his shirt and talked about it, she remarked with "The book where your literary magic happens. Anyways, if you need ideas bounced for that, let me know too." She was trying to lighten the mood from the brooding topic they just had. "Though you remind me that i've forgotten to record my own diary of sorts lately. Perhaps I should do that before it gets too far from the time events have happened..." she thought aloud.
April 11, 2018
[9:37 AM] LadyDeme: Seed wondered, faintly, if she'd say this sort of thing if comforting herself -- of course, on reflection, he wouldn't, so that was probably fair. There were people who were better at being kind to others than themselves; Seed knew that pretty well, when he was being self-aware. "Thank you," he said, a soft smile on his face as a faint chuckle ran in his voice. "For everything.... But you'd be surprised about the ideas I can collect. I'm more likely to want to talk someone's ear off about the pros and cons of a particular word, than wanting an idea -- those are better just from letting the world happen. I have quite a few stored up from this conversations that I'll be writing down when I get the chance..." From this she mentioned her own diary, and he nodded. It sounded like they both had some writing they intended to do in the future, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to let her off to it. Oh, well. "It's a sound idea to note any particularly valuable details when they're fresh... But there's something to be said for retrospectives, as well. Of course, a diary allows you both, scattered over the years. But I think I'll leave you to it, if that's OK.... Though. I don't have a problem with someone watching when I'm working, so if you'd ever like the company, let me know."(edited)
[12:10 PM] NethaEmerald: "Well, my own diary is probably filled with more personal secrets than i'd like to have subject to the world, so sadly, when I write in there, I like to be alone." Nyrandisa responded to Seed with on her own writing accounts. "But I will keep your offer in mind." She reached back for the cloth that she had worked on before. "As for this cloth? I'll keep it the same, but not have it work on anyone in The Pack. It seems reasonable enough to keep it out of brigand hands while the Convoy joins us on the front lines."
[5:48 PM] LadyDeme: "I think that's a good compromise. I can understanding wanting to keep brigands off of it, but now the poor convoy crew won't get hit with bad feelings just for trying to make room for everyone's belongings." It certainly was crowded in there, even if Seed did carry many things in a shallow pot on his back; he could imagine misadventures with cursed items floating around aplenty. This considered, and this relief washing over him, Seed nodded to Nyrandisa and tucked his book back into its inner pocket. "Well, good afternoon, then, Nyrandisa. Walter," he added, to the fish, before he headed out into the faint remains of an afternoon drizzle.
[5:51 PM] NethaEmerald: As Seed left, she looked between him and the fish, then said back "See you later. Hopefully soon." as she went back to the cloth, with it's much more tame effects to those not allied with the same cause as her.
[5:51 PM] NethaEmerald: == RP END ==
TLDR:
Support Points Earned: 2
[11:08 PM] NethaEmerald: Nyrandisa had quite the day. She had spent pretty much the entirety of it working on her own little personal project: a staff. She had gotten advice from every staff user within The Pack, but she still had a long way to go. She likely wasn't going to pick it back up until she was capable of using staves herself. However, she was sitting near the convoy just looking at it. It was really still just a big stick with very minor magic energy stored in it. She was hoping to get some kind of gem or pretty stone to stick into the empty prongs she left in the top of it. After observing it over for a bit, impressed on how much she was able to do with her limited knowledge and hands-on experience. But now came to store the staff away, She was very careful to start wrapping it in any space cloth she could find. She was hoping to curse it to make sure nobody else could touch it, but that would wait until it was done being wrapped up.
April 4, 2018
[4:15 PM] LadyDeme: Seed's clothes were damp from the drizzling rain that fell that afternoon, the light fabric going translucent with the moisture and sticking to his bark.A few droplets were still dripping from his branches, a far-away look on his face as he walked along towards the convoy, with a fishbowl in his hands. He had a larger tank that he kept with their supplies, a safer home for his little friend -- but not one where he could keep an eye on Walter, the silvery fish swimming in circles in the bowl. He must have been rather deep in thought, because he only noticed Nyrandisa when he was more or less beside her. "Ah, my apologies," he said, gently tilting his head so the droplets fell off of his leaves to one side. "Is your staff coming along well?"(edited)
[4:35 PM] NethaEmerald: Nyra was so focused on the special cloth that she hadn't noticed that anyone come up to her until after they said a few things to her. Looking up from the purple wrap, she knew who it was before she really even looked at him. "Hey. I think it's coming along fine. Hard to tell since I don't know what kind of energy it should have when I feel it, or how to tap into it." She explained back. She eventually noticed the fishbowl. Catching her off guard, she asked "What's in there? A fish from that fishing tournament?"
[6:44 PM] LadyDeme: Seed nodded thoughtfully; right now, he wasn't sure it would do anything if called upon, but it was taking form -- he could feel it, sensing it like a coming rain in the air. Eventually, it would take form. "Keep at it; I think it'll work well enough." For her own question, Seed sort of chuckled, uneasily, tilting his head to the side so he didn't have to see her face as he explained it. His own face was a little flushed with a deeper green undercurrent to his brown face, but he gently set the bowl down onto the back of the cart. The bowl was new, and Walter investigated the little driftwood, full of holes, that was in it as a sort of hiding place and decoration. "That's right; I took my catch alive, and, well, I suppose I got rather fond of him. I've been calling him Walter."
[8:51 PM] NethaEmerald: When Seed remarked it would come along fine, Nyrandisa did nod, but responded with "I know it will. I just think i'm going to hold any more progress off on it until I gain a good capacity to use them myself, just so that I can know how it should feel like." As Seed went on about Walter, she remembered her pathetic little catch. "I let my fish go. It was pretty small and not worth eating. Plus I don't really like meat. Figured maybe it could start a family and support the ecosystem or residents near him."
[9:05 PM] LadyDeme: "...Perhaps I ought to have done the same," Seed said, deflating a little at the discussion. Why had he done it, precisely? He'd already disrupted things a lot. However he justified it now, it was... probably not something he could defend. But the prospect of having a friend out here on the road -- in general, really -- had been tempting, he supposed. The little flash of silver. Besides, the world was hard enough. It felt very flimsy, examined in the daylight, and he stared down into the bowl quietly. A sigh left him as he tried to stumble away from the private guilt that would live with him tonight. "I myself never had any intention of eating a fish; I felt terrible about the whole business."(edited)
[9:28 PM] NethaEmerald: Nyra could tell that Seed was a little distraught over what she said. So, like any good friend, she came back with some soft words. "Now don't say that. Some people like to have companions on the road; to keep life in a controlled enviroment where they know their companion can live. My fish could already be dead. I don't know that. However, don't beat yourself up. You made the right call to you, and i'm sure Walter is thankful for that." As the discussion of eating fish came up, she made no remark; she had commented on that already, and felt no reason to say it again.
[10:14 PM] LadyDeme: Seed paused at this, briefly weighing his feelings. The comfort was nice; reassuring and wholesome, like a warm tea seeping through him; the feeling was a little sharp against his bark, which was cool from the fall of rain that had followed throughout the day. The Florkana smiled warmly. He circled a finger on the edge of Walter's bowl, trying to find some truth in it, though. After all, Nyra was a nice girl, and might have only said it because she realized he'd felt bad. He searched her face a few times, trying to read what was in it, looking for that barb of pity he knew had to be there. He found nothing, and for a moment was silent, unsure of what to say to that. Then, honestly. "Thank you. He's certainly a..." Something moved out of the corner of his eye, drawing his attention to something happening with the cloth she'd wrapped around her staff. "What is that?"
[10:36 PM] NethaEmerald: When Seed observed her facem she grew worried. Had she done something wrong? Was he trying to figure out if her advice was genuine or not (which it was)? She didn't have too much time to think on that, however, as Seed pointed to the cloth and got her attention. "What are you talking about? I don't se-" She turns to look at it as it lay over her right hand. "OH CRAP!" She exclaims loudly as pink smoke emits from the cloth. She swiftly brushes it off and onto the wooden base of the convoy, to which it stopped smoking. However, her hand still smoked a little. "Oh no..." she mutters, red face with embarrassment.
[10:49 PM] NethaEmerald: "I hope that doesn't come off as bad to Seed..." She tells herself in her head.
April 6, 2018
[10:39 PM] LadyDeme: Seed blinked in surprised, lifting Walter's bowl away from the smoke as Nyra handles the cloth itself, as wisps of pink smoke curl around him, winding its tendrils up through his branches and whispering into his leaves. He set Walter down momentarily. He took her hand in his fearlessly -- the smoke produced a strange smell as it interacted with his hand so closely, like melting sugar over a wood fire -- as he examined her fingers and palm with some concern, checking for injury it might have caused. "What in Kyria's name was that? Are you alright?"
[10:45 PM] NethaEmerald: Upon being asked what that was, and her hand checked on, she responded with "It wasn't anything harmful. but thank you for checking. I had planned for this cloth to administer a tiny shock and full anyone not authorized to touch it get negative emotions to not touch it again. However, it's incomplete, and seems to... well... let off smoke based on the emotion of those who touch it..." The explaination was a little rough. She felt so embarrassed by the moment of it revealing her emotions like that. It also didn't help that it was the truth. The cloth, still on the convoy's cart, stopped smoking. It only worked on living beings. "I think I need some adjustments to it..." she mumbled to herself.
[11:34 PM] LadyDeme: The good news for her was that Seed did not quite grasp the color-coding of the smoke: it might have been happiness, he mused, though he pictured it a sunny yellow, but who knew? "I see... A pink sort of mood, hmm?" An indecisive, lingering white fog to chase A half-voiced mood, touched by an opening flower; the words on the tip of your tongue, the bright the sweet of a warm glow -- Hm. He pulled himself from his distracted drafting, chasing down the words of a pink sort of mood, which must have been the title of this; maybe if he fleshed it out in stanzas of other colors? But something about that caught his attention, though. "Did you really think you'd need so dramatic a measure?" His brows knitted towards each other, shadowing a worried pair of eyes. "Has...Has someone been bothering you? Or..." He left it hanging.(edited)
[11:39 PM] NethaEmerald: When Seed seemed to not get any implication of exactly what the color meant, she did a mental sigh of relief. She knew it likely wasn't good to be so worried about it, but she also didn't want to ruin anything by acting too soon. Because, after all, some love can be unrequited. Reagrdless, when he asked why the cloth was so sinister, she shrugged and responded "I wouldn't call it too sinister. All it really does it make someone not want to tamper with the staff while it's still a work in progress. I'd rather not see an item I put a lot of work into ruined. It's why I always keep my personal book on me, and surely why you keep such a close eye to your own book. After all, not everyone on our team is here solely for a good cause. Some might have their own agendas."
[11:46 PM] LadyDeme: "...I didn't call it sinister, myself," he said, his eyes looking away uneasily. In truth, he hadn't: only dramatic. He shifted his weight to one side, sending a few errant drops of rain down to soak the still pink-spattered air. The implication, after all, was that she didn't trust the group -- and that barb turned inward faster than Seed could even notice... Especially when she brought his notebook into it. "That's not why I keep my book on my person at all," the Florkana muttered. He had a pouch for it, one that he waterproofed for days like this, and now that pouch was a weight with him, in an inside breast pocket today, when he had an outfit with one; he'd spent too long around humans, not to think of the area as his heart. "I wouldn't publish a word, if I never wanted anyone to see what I wish to say. However... Call it selfish, but I do. I do want that." He shook his head, pulling one wet-paper lip in towards his teeth. "I may take my time with setting it free, but... That's not why I keep this book so close to me."(edited)
April 7, 2018
[12:00 AM] NethaEmerald: She hadn't realized that her behavior came off as untrusting of others, but maybe there was some truth to that. While she wanted everyone in this group to have good faith, she just couldn't do it to everyone. Some individuals, like the Angels that the group encountered, didn't help her own personal trust. While there were a few people she trust a lot, like Seed, Suleiman, and Kiera, the rest weren't so much so. She had already been burned by those she had trust in for her own actions, and she was hoping not to repeat it, even if she seemed to walk down the same line. However, his last lines got to her. It seemed she was wrong about why Seed kept his book close, and implied that he didn't completely agree with her opinion on their books and her staff. She looked at the cloth as it lay on the wooden wagon. Was she really making the safe call here? "Well, I can't say for certain why you keep your book on you, and seems like you're not quite ready to reveal it yourself. All I can gather is you have ambitions with whatever is in it, and only time will let the contents come out." She said to Seed. She took the cloth in her hand as the smoke ran black from it. Within a moment of her messing with it, the smoke stopped. "Perhaps i'll loosen up on the cloth's impact. Though what it might be now, i'm not sure." She spoke aloud, mostly to herself.
[8:06 PM] LadyDeme: Seed looked down, clutching at the spot where the book was, the leather warmed up against his bark -- the latter gave off little heat, but the pouch could soak it in, day by day, hour by hour, until the pouch made to hold that fat, battered notebook was as warm as he was. He tried gamely, more than he might otherwise. "...Actually, much of it has come out already." He could have talked for hours about that notebook; there were things in it he was shy about, but its value and its history. It wasn't a secret. But she.. The way she phrased it had made his voice slink off and die in his throat. It felt from those assumed platitudes that it wasn't wanted; it would only waste her time. He shrugged, very casually. "...Oh, nevermind. I do think it'd be worth it just to ask people not to interfere, first... But you do what makes you feel safe, at the end of the day. I'm only sorry." He shook his head and reached into the convoy's insides for something like a cup, scooping up the fish in a slow, pensive motion, while the conversation rolled around his head. From the cup to a larger tank, graciously stored inside the wagon, where the fish could enjoy a little privacy. He swam in a curious spiral, gradually re-learning the insides of the tank. Seed nodded, satisfied. "It's a very interesting curse...As these things go?"
[8:26 PM] NethaEmerald: The Jera let out a big sigh. She had come into this conversation feeling very well; but now? All she felt was... not much. She decided to ignore his comment on the cloth as she just tossed it into the convoy. She was done thinking about that stupid thing. She began to speak with a somewhat dulled tone of voice. "You act like i'm not interested in your book. That couldn't be further from the truth. The only reason I remarked on it as I did is because it seems like a lot of the things I say and do don't sit well with you anymore. Which is a shame, because things were much beter not long ago. Perhaps it's my word choice, the way I talk, or something, but the interactions between us seem to have gone from sweet to a little sour." She looked down when she finished that part. "Perhaps i'll just ask people not to touch it. One of my concerns, though, was the convoy riding into battle. But if it will only cause distrust in me, i'd rather discard the safety idea on it. I can't have people thinking i'm still cold, cruel, evil, and generally bad when i'm trying to do good." Without realizing it until afterwards, she went to reach for her hood to pull it down, but refrained herself at the last second. "I'm acting like a total mess right now..." She scolded hersef in her head.(edited)
[8:57 PM] LadyDeme: Seed stared at her for a long moment, frustrated and tired. He sagged, the branches on his shoulders drooping down as if they could guard some part of him. "I am sorry, that I hurt you..." The rain around the wagon blurred around the edges of his vision; that was all, just a few lingering drops pittering down around his face. His voice was very tired, and with each word it poured out downward, and lower, sometimes struggling around a lump. " I didn't tell you that was how I felt about my notebook, and you had to have a reason to invent it, when there's little such words can do, but to halt me or make me disagree with you. When all I am doing is trying not to impose, would speak of it for eternity, and be happy to do so if, I only knew you would not think I was prattling and wasting your time with, oh, all my sentimental drivel, destroying your good opinion of me. I will not decide that your time is so easily frittered away on garbage without your wishing it, without you conveying that you wish it to me; how can I?" He asked it like a plea, like he was begging. And he hated it, rising up with him as his view of her, and the wisps of smoke, and the convoy blurred into indistinct colors. Because he was being so selfish, so stupid, so exposed. He'd hurt her feelings, because what -- Because you couldn't soak up a little loneliness? Because you wanted some childish fantasy, rather than endure your due? Hypocrite. The internal monologue went on -- it didn't really stop, but he stopped carrying it on his face. He smiled, tiny and fragile, his eyes somewhat misty. He carried on, a bit wavier, over the twist his own internal knots put him through, until he felt his chest must have been as hollow and fragile as his right arm.(edited)
[8:57 PM] LadyDeme: "I think you're a good person, Nyra; and I do enjoy your company... This sounds foolish, I'm sure. It all does. I simply worry...About whether or not you trust...Well, me, but I don't think anyone here isn't deserving of your faith, but I don't always know how to reassure you... I am trying to help, for what little that's worth. And... Ha. You'll probably think this is silly, by comparison with your struggles, but..." He played again with the wilting flower, a wry smile on a face turned away. The flower's petals felt strange when they were like this, they always did, and Seed could bury himself in his feelings. He felt very foolish. "It gets... Heh. It gets lonely, speaking to not be heard, trying to move forward and being turned away quite this much. I did a rather poor concealing that, and for that I apologize."(edited)
[10:14 PM] NethaEmerald: As Seed spoke his first part, Nyrandisa recoiled a little bit, as if she had just been dealt a punch. "You're right. I had to place to assume. Nor had I communicated well with enough interest in it. I apologize deeply for that error. I never meant to come off as disinterested, nor having a condescending opinion on you. I actually think highly of you. My words of praise in what you do were not empty compliments; they were backed up by my own feelings." She let him go on to the next part. It didn't help her much either. Seed seemed to have been bottling up emotions for a while. "Believe me: I understand how it feels to be lonely. I don't think i've had to deal with it as long as you have, though. But as to speaking and not being heard? The being turned away? I understand. Perhaps I was wrong about you, but not in a bad way. I was wrong in assuming things different without your facts to back them up. And you're not the only one who needs to apologize: I need to as well. I've perhaps concealed too much. You're problem might be with concealing it instead of talking about it." She eventually looked back up at him. "Because the more someone knows about you that you can trust, the more they can help repair."
April 9, 2018
[6:04 PM] LadyDeme: He felt a little soothed by it -- the doubt was something he brought to anything, but this seemed enough to keep that beast of his heart at bay for now. As she apologized, he accepted it quietly, his hand reached over and crossed the distance between them to rest on her shoulder. It was a gentle touch, and paired with it up the gnarled length of his arm, rising around his branchy shoulder, and to his face was a faint, almost worried smile. "I...Thank you for saying as much; empty or full, you flatter me. And I appreciate that." He noted with a little sad amusement that, while she argued he'd endured it longer, he'd just said he doubted it compared -- and that had not just been trying to lower himself. He blinked away some of the mistiness blurring his vision -- ah, he'd gotten rather overheated, hadn't he? and hurriedly wiped the rest, looking vaguely ashamed, before continuing. "...You may have a point, about me." He weighed for a moment going on, glancing upwards perhaps a little more philosophically, and sighing. "And about that, too. 'That I can trust,' though... I suppose if I had to say who I trusted or did not... The person I don't trust is myself. There are things I still don't want to be seen, but... I'll try to tell you if something bothers me, if you promise it won't be more trouble than I'm worth."
[6:04 PM] LadyDeme: Then, gradually, and with a lighter, brighter smile, he unbuttoned a bit of his shirt, pulling the warm, dry pouch out of its pocket. There was his notebook, with a small seal he liked to use painted on the cover. He explained it, as if to lighten the mood. "While it is not to speak -- though, often, it somewhat is -- I do pen much of these things, and they hit here before anywhere else. This notebook is where I take my notes, and make my first drafts, and have for...Oh, I think I got this perhaps 15 years ago?" He opened the first page and nodded, affirming the date, before gesturing with the shut, battered leather.
"I change some of the pages out, now and again. It's mostly poem drafts, or snatches of fiction, or things I notice -- there's the odd diary entry, but a lot of it's scattered lines I want to make sense of."
[8:51 PM] NethaEmerald: Seed seems to take her words well for once. Which was a relief; she was sick and tired of her wors being coated in an invisible malice that only hurt Seed. A smile came to her face in light of that. As he talked more about himself, she listened intently, watched him wipe away what seemed to be tears, and responded with "I understand. We doubt ourselves at times. The important thing is overcoming it. Light always exists in darkness. It just needs help, and I won't mind giving my own ear to you if you need it. After all, you've helped me plenty already." As Seed pulled the book out from uner his shirt and talked about it, she remarked with "The book where your literary magic happens. Anyways, if you need ideas bounced for that, let me know too." She was trying to lighten the mood from the brooding topic they just had. "Though you remind me that i've forgotten to record my own diary of sorts lately. Perhaps I should do that before it gets too far from the time events have happened..." she thought aloud.
April 11, 2018
[9:37 AM] LadyDeme: Seed wondered, faintly, if she'd say this sort of thing if comforting herself -- of course, on reflection, he wouldn't, so that was probably fair. There were people who were better at being kind to others than themselves; Seed knew that pretty well, when he was being self-aware. "Thank you," he said, a soft smile on his face as a faint chuckle ran in his voice. "For everything.... But you'd be surprised about the ideas I can collect. I'm more likely to want to talk someone's ear off about the pros and cons of a particular word, than wanting an idea -- those are better just from letting the world happen. I have quite a few stored up from this conversations that I'll be writing down when I get the chance..." From this she mentioned her own diary, and he nodded. It sounded like they both had some writing they intended to do in the future, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to let her off to it. Oh, well. "It's a sound idea to note any particularly valuable details when they're fresh... But there's something to be said for retrospectives, as well. Of course, a diary allows you both, scattered over the years. But I think I'll leave you to it, if that's OK.... Though. I don't have a problem with someone watching when I'm working, so if you'd ever like the company, let me know."(edited)
[12:10 PM] NethaEmerald: "Well, my own diary is probably filled with more personal secrets than i'd like to have subject to the world, so sadly, when I write in there, I like to be alone." Nyrandisa responded to Seed with on her own writing accounts. "But I will keep your offer in mind." She reached back for the cloth that she had worked on before. "As for this cloth? I'll keep it the same, but not have it work on anyone in The Pack. It seems reasonable enough to keep it out of brigand hands while the Convoy joins us on the front lines."
[5:48 PM] LadyDeme: "I think that's a good compromise. I can understanding wanting to keep brigands off of it, but now the poor convoy crew won't get hit with bad feelings just for trying to make room for everyone's belongings." It certainly was crowded in there, even if Seed did carry many things in a shallow pot on his back; he could imagine misadventures with cursed items floating around aplenty. This considered, and this relief washing over him, Seed nodded to Nyrandisa and tucked his book back into its inner pocket. "Well, good afternoon, then, Nyrandisa. Walter," he added, to the fish, before he headed out into the faint remains of an afternoon drizzle.
[5:51 PM] NethaEmerald: As Seed left, she looked between him and the fish, then said back "See you later. Hopefully soon." as she went back to the cloth, with it's much more tame effects to those not allied with the same cause as her.
[5:51 PM] NethaEmerald: == RP END ==
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