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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 25, 2010 4:07:12 GMT -5
There had been a time when Sascha would have dipped his feet into the lake outside of the Court and pretended that he was in the Selkie. He would have daydreamed about it for the rest of the afternoon, worked up the courage, and then gone to beg his parents to let him go. It hadn't happened, of course. They were too busy, and it was too far for him to go on his own. Obviously, things had changed significantly. Not necessarily for the better, where his heart was concerned, but his soul was finally satisfied. He was free to go wherever he wanted to go, the familial ties that had held him in one place for so long finally severed. He could fill his life with adventure, now, and intrigue, and drama, and meeting as many new people as he possibly could before going back to the place of his birth to share stories with Heilyn. For now, though, he got the distinct impression that she needed some time without the reminder of his deceased parents. He rather looked like both of them. The Lakes seemed as good a place as any to start. He'd been to Kahmden, once, and Selkie was only a little farther than that. Besides, drama and excitement could come later. For now, Sascha just wanted to relax and unwind a little. He'd found a quiet little fishing village, made arrangements at a hotel, and gone out to stick his feet in the water for a few hours and maybe meet a new person. It was quiet at the docks, though. Disappointingly so. All the fishermen had left early that morning, and they weren't due back until later that afternoon. Sascha splashed his feet once or twice, then frowned at the water. His ears twitched. Then they perked, hearing the sound of distant footsteps. Was someone close by? He certainly hoped so. |
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Post by Cryosphinx on Jan 28, 2010 3:26:59 GMT -5
 Nocturne often went down to the waters just to dip her feet in and become relaxed in her thoughts. It had been quite some time since her toes last had a soak in the Lakes since the absence of her brother. Looking down and seeing the all too familiar face staring back at her from the blue was too much, even after the time she's had to heal the wounds. It was still the best place for her thoughts to become clear, and with all that's been happening, she needed the peace away from her nagging parents. She waited until it was later in the morning, so that there would hopefully be nobody there. She liked being alone, and wanted it more than ever, without some neighbor bothering her with mundane questions about family and going-ons. She disliked passing conversations, would rather people just walk on by, without spewing out "How are you"s and "Good. How are you"s as if they cared. It was too bad she didn't live in that world. She walked down to the dock's at an idle pace, there was no need to hurry there or to hurry home. Her feet dug into the and and she ached to push her paws into the wet slush that was only feet away. She splashed in, comfortable in the cool liquid that has been absent from her feet for too long., trying her best to avoid the reflection. Could she really leave this behind? Would the Capitol be worth it? She started to feel that the water wouldn't wash her mind clear and that it was a bad idea to walk down there. Her ears twitch at the sound of another person. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see that she was indeed not alone. Shame. She was happy that she didn't recognize him, maybe she could just pretend she didn't hear or see him and go back to her thoughts. Too bad she had turned her head too far and looked at the curious stranger. She gave him a nervous smile, one of those ones that you give to someone as you walk by, an acknowledgment but nothing more. Yet something about this stranger peeked her interest. At least her thoughts had wandered somewhere else. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 29, 2010 4:34:15 GMT -5
When Sascha's eyes met those of the strange newcomer, he paused for a second, wondering if he should approach. She gave him a shy sort of smile, one that he'd seen more than once during his travels - it usually was nothing more than an acknowledgement of his presence, a simple sign that they'd seen him. But sometimes, it meant that they were shy and wanted him to approach them, rather than come up to him.
So what was the case with this one? Was she just smiling to let him know she'd seen him, or did she want him to start up a conversation? A tough choice, for sure, and Sascha nipped at his lip as he mulled his options over. He liked meeting new people, and it was almost too quiet here without company...
Ah, well. If she didn't want to talk, she'd just ask him to leave, right?
The boy stood slowly, giving her a bright smile as he crossed the beach towards her, trying to ignore the dirt and sand clinging to his wet feet. That was uncomfortable. "Hey there," he greeted, his ears perking up slightly. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
There. Now, he'd given her an out in case she didn't want any company. His expression shifted to a somewhat hopeful one.
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Post by Cryosphinx on Feb 9, 2010 3:03:09 GMT -5
Oh no, Nocturne had thought to herself upon hearing the cheery voice pour out from the stranger. Still, there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind to a talk up the other person...at least for the time being. That nagging feeling was enough to convince her otherwise. Besides, Nocturne was anything but rude and she wasn't about to start with this poor fellow.
"Um...hi there..." was all she could muster. She wasn't sure what was worse, her almost impossibly small voice that trickled or the bitter sadness that coasted along with the ride. "No...No! You're not interrupting anything, not at all," she spit out a bit faster and louder, hoping her attempt at being cheerful didn't fail. The nagging feeling was replaced by a sense of worry and embarrassment. She hoped she wouldn't scare him off, now that she was okay with the idea of him being there.
She looked toward the curious stranger and for a brief moment she looked into his eyes. Pretty... Catching herself, she quickly shifted her eyes down and began to nervously scratch at her paws. Damn habit, make it obvious that I'm nervous. She planted her paws firmlyr, concealing them under the dingy stirred up water. Oh boy, she thought before letting out a sigh.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 2, 2010 23:54:28 GMT -5
The woman was pausing. That probably wasn't the best sign, and Sascha wondered if he was coming on too strong again. He'd done that before, with the Hisstor Chipmunk he'd met in Kahmden. His ears twitched and his eyebrows raised as he waited for a reply, fully expecting that the Canine would ask him to leave her in peace. Which really would be fine, but he was looking forward to talking to someone else, at least for a little while, and this seemed like the best opportunity for him to do this.
At the quiet reply, the bat-eagle's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth lifting into a cheerful grin. She was talking quietly, which probably meant that she was shy, but she didn't seem particularly disturbed by his presence. With a quiet noise, he plopped himself down again, this time sitting beside the Selkie. He kicked his feet idly in the water. "Oh good. It's really a nice day, I didn't want to ruin it for you."
Was she staring at him? He returned the glance, inclining his head to the side curiously. She looked away quickly, and his eyes moved down to her paws, which she was scratching at. A nervous habit? He couldn't be sure. "...my name's Sascha, by the way."
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Post by Cryosphinx on Mar 9, 2010 3:00:08 GMT -5
Nocturne still wasn't positive she wanted someone trampling around her space, but the bat-eagle had plopped down in it. He seemed nice enough and was making an effort to talk to her. Why not?
"I'm Nocturne. It is a nice day, isn't it?" She had hoped her voice didn't come out too shakey. She always had a problem with strangers. Not a problem with them, per-say, she just wasn't sure what to do with them. No wonder she didn't have very many friends.
She sucked up any feelings of shyness and turned to look at Sascha directly. Her lips turned upward, to her surprise, to form a genuine smile. Make conversation, come on!
"What brings you to the Lakes?" She quickly dropped her head and started to repaw at herself. Oh, too much, too much... "Um...the fisherman are gone for now...they're usually the main attraction of our village." She spoke more to the sandy water than to her new found companion. But she was making an effort, something she had never done before. What was it about this bat-eagle that was making her act so strangely?
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