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Post by Greenie on Oct 14, 2007 15:24:14 GMT -5
Vessatha was having a merry time sprinting in random directions, pausing, and then sprinting some more. Unfortunately for her (and fortunately for the bird) her energy was waning, which meant she was going to have to slow down right about.. now.
The ferret stopped with a hearty sigh, as she truly had wished to lead him on a bit more. Perhaps later, if her energy returned... She glanced around to see exactly where she'd landed the two of them, and was quite surprised to see that they were exactly where they needed to be. Well, /she/ was--she wasn't sure where her poor companion was at the moment. Nonetheless, the tree she wanted was just a few feet away. Vessatha padded up to it and sat down in front of it with narrowed eyes.
Cautiously she padded at the leaves until they parted.. and disdainfully glared at the empty, mushroomless ground. "Well. That was a bust," She mumbled heavily. Vessa looked upwards, trying to spot the bright orange of his feathers--where had he gotten to? Surely he could move fast enough to at least keep her in /sight/.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 14, 2007 15:51:05 GMT -5
He lost sight of her once or twice during the chase, but always managed to catch another flash of pink just as he was starting to worry and switched directions as quickly as he could. A few more feathers were lost, thankfully none of the primaries or anything truly vital to flying, and after a moment he noticed that the spot of color had stopped getting smaller. In fact, as he beat his wings, it actually looked like he was closer to it than before.
Another minute and he was in the air above her, one or two small feathers falling from his wings as he swooped down to land. He kept the ability active, ignoring all of the bruises and a few small bleeding whacks that he knew he would be regretting later. If it found him what he was looking for, it wouldn't matter at all.
Winded but alive, he stood next to her and looked down at the spot she'd cleared. "Nothing there?" he asked more than observed, and then looked around at the area. So these were the kind of conditions in which they had grown before...
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Post by Greenie on Oct 14, 2007 15:56:51 GMT -5
Vessatha was startled as a shadow suddenly surrounded her from above, and nearly ran around to the other side of the tree--until she looked up and saw bright orange feathers.. and even a few falling on her head. Instead of scattering, she moved a few paces over to the side to allow him more landing space.
"Nothing. If any are to grow here, they haven't sprouted yet." She paused, considering. "Though now that I think about it, they were most likely blown downwind because of the odd way they reseed.." The ferret dropped off, absently glancing at the trees around them. 'Downwind' could have been literally any direction at the exact moment those mushrooms reseeded, which meant the new plant could be anywhere.. if it had even reseeded in the first place.
She looked back over at the bird, then shrugged absently, giving him the choice to continue looking or not.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 14, 2007 16:21:17 GMT -5
The bird nodded, his own head turning to look this way and that as if he could actually see the wayward fungi. "I've heard their stalks stick up high enough to carry them several yards at least, if not several dozen. Though with the trees spaced as they are... there must be a rather specific pattern to the wind, depending on which way it blew. It can't be very strong this deep in the Forest. Perhaps somewhere not far away, another batch has begun to sprout?"
Reasoning his way to continued searching, the heron started to move in a random direction, then paused as if he suddenly realized something. His expression turned awkward. "I'm afraid, what with the unusual nature of our meeting, I failed to introduce myself. My name is Temmin, resident of the Capital and obviously quite unfamiliar with these parts. And you are, Miss...?" He tilted his head expectently.
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Post by Spiderfly on Oct 14, 2007 16:34:13 GMT -5
Greenie and Jenn both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Greenie on Oct 14, 2007 17:13:19 GMT -5
Vessatha nodded along to what he was saying. "Yes, though several dozen yards is likely a bit of a stretch." The ferret paused to take second more analytical look at the neighboring trees. She then shrugged. She'd never considered the falling patterns of seeds in any real depth, as it didn't particularly interest her. She supposed it was just something she'd observed--Dead Man's Coins reseeded less frequently and further away than the common varieties. Considering that they tasted horrible in the first place, Vessa generally stayed away from them. "Maybe. It depends on how badly you want these mushrooms, I suppose."
Vessa almost got up to follow him.. but figured it'd be more entertaining to simply watch him, at least for a little while. Except he turned to speak once more. Silly bird, talking was for politics, not forest ferrets. Clearly, he expected more of her than she expected of herself. "Temmin." She repeated. "Vessatha." She then added, somewhat belatedly, "Nice to meet you."
Her manners were a tad rusty.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 14, 2007 17:25:20 GMT -5
"I... would do a great deal to get my hands on a few," Temmin admitted with an embarrassed laugh. He'd come all the way out to Kahmden, hadn't he? That was certainly out of his way, both from the Capital and his occasional, rarely-used home in Corvistowne. Even the thick forest hadn't deterred him from his goal. The mushrooms were nearly impossible to buy without attracting the attention of neighbors, authorities, and others he didn't really want poking too closely into his hobbies.
He noted the somewhat lacking manners but didn't let it bother him. Different regions had different cultures. Most of the Forest dwellers he'd come across thus far had either been blandly polite or prone to ignoring him unless he pushed a bit for an answer. They were a very private people.
A few steps, going to another large tree several yards away, and he began to root around with his beak. "If you wanted to leave now, I certainly wouldn't blame you, Vessatha. I thank you for your help, however. I never would have reached this place without it. You've given me a touch of hope, at least, that this isn't a completely futile search."
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Post by Greenie on Oct 14, 2007 17:46:41 GMT -5
"Really now," Vessatha commented, narrowing her eyes. "Just what do you need these mushrooms for, anyways? They're hardly the kind you hand out on the streets." Vessatha, now quite curious, decided to discard manners entirely. They were mostly useless anyways. If he wanted her help finding them--and he'd surely have more luck with her around since she knew the area--he could at least tell her why he wanted them. Unless he was some secret witchdoctor and was going to use them to curse unwilling victims... Inwardly, Vessatha sniggered and discarded the notion. He just didn't look evil enough. Evil people never looked bewildered.
"I'll stay." The ferret almost left it at that, but then added on. "You might not find your way out of the forest if I leave, anyways." Not to mention that she'd just go back to being incredibly bored. If she was going to be bored, she might as well be bored while looking for mushrooms.
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 14, 2007 17:59:57 GMT -5
Temmin lifted his head from the fruitless search and walked to another tree, trying again. Her question made him blink, and he looked at her with one eye again. Everybody got nosy eventually. He supposed he should have expected it, even from a random stranger he met in the woods. Most people from her region simply wouldn't have cared enough to ask, or so he'd been led to believe.
"I work in the medical field, actually. Some of my experiments focus on curing diseases that haven't yet been tackled by modern science. I believe that one of the cures is within my grasp, but I can't test that theory without at least a small supply of Dead Men's Coins. They're part of the formula I've come up with. It's just... so difficult to acquire them unless you go and dig for them yourself."
He looked up, seeing a bit of sky through the treetops. "As for getting out, you're rarely lost with wings. I only need to fly high enough to get my bearings."
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Post by Greenie on Oct 14, 2007 19:04:10 GMT -5
As soon as Temmin looked at her with the creepy one-eye stare, Vessa had to surpress a shudder. It was just so /weird/ to be stared at like that, no wonder she'd thought he was an owl! Instinctively she began to back up, but quickly caught herself and sat down to prevent further motion.
".... Oh. Really." Vessatha's brain began to glaze over almost immediately, though her eyes only seemed vaguely unfocused. All those big words and all strung together--it was beyond Vessa, or at least, she liked to think it was. Big words she could handle individually, but not when you smushed them all together and stuffed them in a pot with large, expansive concepts. After a few minutes she just sat there and stared at him, blinking occasionally, as she hadn't picked up anything he'd said. Not really.
Thankfully he brought the subject back around to getting out of the forest--something she understood and was good at. Granted, not by flying, but running was so much fun. "That's cheating!" She stated indignantly, somewhat offended that he could even consider that 'getting out'.
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