forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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“No,like geographic location. Where in the mountains.” Bella looked towards the mountains around them. Ugh. Tomorrow would be a looong journey, but tonight, they would rest in the comfort of a smelly camp.

"I'm not very.. geographically gifted." Clare said apologetically, "So I can't help you." She finished her meat then snuggled closer to the way-beast for warmth.

“Ok. Well, I guess we will see when we travel tomorrow. That’s going to be, exciting. And cold. Very cold. goodnight y’all. See you in the morrow.” Bella curled up and squeezed her eyes, attempting to fall asleep, but images of blood, her blood, rushed through her head like a riptide, drawing her closer to the nightmare of that day.

Clare opened her eye's realizing that the day's events might be bothering Bella, Her new found motherly sense of protection prompted her to run her fingers through Bella's long red hair, "Don't let it bother you." She said gently in their native language, "Just sleep."

Bella leaned into her friend as she spoke in Craision. It was comforting, like the mother she never had. She began to sleep peaceful, her mind void if dreams, both good and bad. This would be alright.

Iris sniffed, shooting a disdainful glare at Clare before elegantly settling herself on a mound which she presumed to be a bed. Her head lolled to the side, hand casually resting on the sheath, back pressed against one flap of the tent. Her position gave the elf a direct view of the entrance. Darting silver eyes led to the conclusion that the Yrnan would not be sleeping anytime soon. Perhaps not at all.

Bella sleep

As the night goes on, the air catches a familiar chill that drifts into the warmth of your tent. The darkness becomes thick and heavy. This, you know, is the beginning of the eclipse. Seven days without the full light of the sun. You can't quite tell when morning comes. A glance outside would reveal an eerily dusk-like landscape. The rising sun is nothing but a weak halo of light in the sky. The land below is dark and the shadows are deep.

“Against everything in me, we should thank that centaur,” Iris muttered softly to herself. She examined her blade in the faint rays of sunlight, attentive eyes seeking out its edges easily. The elf stretched, muscles groaning. Her cloak whipped behind the Yrnan as she ducked out of the tent, sighing in relief. Fresh air, fresh world.

Arabella woke up snuggled against the way beast. what time was it? Why is it so dar- an eclipse. We will be here for a while She looked around the tent to see who else was up and saw that Iris was gone. Where was she? Bella decided to go look for here and stepped out of the tent. She was immediately hit with a blast of icy air. stars it’s cold. Bella hugged herself and began to look for Iris.

Azriel opened her eyes, looking around wildly. For some reason she couldn't fathom, the eclipse was making her wildly nervous, and she decided to go outside to pace and get off some nervous energy. After a moment, her pacing turned into hovering a few inches off the ground, gliding over to a different spot, shaking her head, gliding back, and muttering to herself. "All these years, and this never fails to freak me out," she muttered, shaking her head at herself.

Arabella turned to head back to the tent. She may have looked good, but this fabric was n o t made for cold. She spotted Azriel looking nervous by the tent. “Azriel?” Goddamn it! Why can’t they be able to communicate! (If only Emmylove had her character speak Medien. This is your cue to stare at Emmylove.)

(Well, darling, we can't all have perfect characters)
Azriel whirled around. After a moment of staring, she nodded, not even bothering to try to communicate, then went back to gliding back and forth, pulling her cloak tighter around herself.

Clare woke when the cold air stung her skin, She thought of Bella in the clothes not meant for winter, She cursed her self then quickly descended into her bag. she grabbed a warm sweater For the girl and she herself changed into something better suited for the cold. She climbed out of the bag and stepped outside the tent, "Bella? You might want this." She handed the girl the warm cloak from the other day and the sweater she had fetched

Outside the tent you notice that activity has increased but only slightly. The centaurs milling around the village cast a mix of suspicious and curious glances your way. There is a particularly large, stern-looking centaur that has been keeping an eye on you since you exited the tent. The fires have died down but they appear to have been revived.

Not too long after you've woken up, you hear angry voices coming your way and looking up you can see Scur having a heated discussion with a scarred, muscular female centaur who is more elaborately decorated than the other villagers. She has an air of authority and the other centaurs bow their heads in respect. Tailing the two is another male centaur who looks more exasperated than anything.

Clare, seeing the centaurs,was reminded of Scur's instructions, stay in the tent. "Guy's we should probably go back in, Scur said not to leave the tent."

“Probably,” Iris stated in Medein, making no movement to head back toward the tent. Abruptly, she declared, “You can go inside - I’ll suffer the consequences. If I get lucky, I’ll learn how to fight a centaur.”

Clare rolled her eye's, "Idiot." Then went back inside, "You know sometimes I think she has a death wish." She told the Way-Beast

“Possibly. Who knows.” The ginger haired human whispered from the darkest corner of the tent. She stood up and walked over to the way-beast and put on the warm clothes. “How about we get to know each other a little better. Like, a game of 20 questions. Wanna play, Clare?”

Clare blinked "Sure?" She didn't really see the point but why not.

Azriel, looking around nervously, floated up into a tree to watch, just in case. She had no clue what was happening, but she felt nervous about leaving Iris alone, even though she knew the elf could handle herself.

“Ok, do you wanna go first or should I? Wow- this brings back memories!” Arabella smiled as she leaned back against the way-beast. This reminded her of playing 20 questions when her friend, Taylor. She missed those days.

Clare smiled slightly, "You go first."

The three centaurs arrive at the tent and the female glares down at you. Your guard bows and trots away.
"Good morning, travellers," Scur says with a tight smile. "This is Mother, Hida, clan chieftain. And Father, Huw."
The other male centaur, Huw, grins at you while he places a hand over his heart and then towards you in a welcoming gesture. Hida, on the other hand, continues to scowl. She spits out a rush of gruff words that you can't understand and Scur visibly flinches. Huw gives him a sympathetic look.
"Not mind Mother. Like said, Mother not like strangers."
Hida's scorching gaze is directed to Scur who avoids eye contact with her.