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| Ain't lookin' for trouble...; Fytha | |
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| Shrista | Sep 27 2011, 08:05 PM Post #1 |
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If she had thought she hated the sand before, that contempt for the trillions of tiny grains had only grown. How the people that lived there dealt with it, the gods only knew. The sun had westered, leaving a fiery stain on the sky, just beginning to show the first few twinkling stars, like a handful of finely cut diamonds scattered on dusky velvet. The night sounds filtered faintly on the air, the chattering of a bird as it attacked a nest of insects in a stunted tree before winging away to roost, the endless scuffle of tiny reptilian feet and hum of insect, and of course, the soft shifting of the sand among the scrub. "Shoulda taken a goddamned boat..." Shrista huddled by a tiny crackling fire, her skin rising in gooseflesh as she attempted to patch her cloak which was speckled with holes from the acidic saliva of an enormous sand serpent, muttering her ill temper while several skinny lizards sat roasting in the fire, suspended on sharpened sticks that she had rammed into the sandy earth. At least she could have a fire here, couldn't even do that up north unless you were willing to either carry a bunch of sticks with you, or burn camel shit, and as she neither had the endurance for carrying both water and an enormous stack of firewood, nor owned a steed, there had been no time for it. She'd not stayed more than a month in Ashoka before deciding she'd never settle there. The days were too bright and the sand...the sand! Pain, brief and sharp jabbed through her finger and she shrieked a curse at the heavens, for now, ignoring their beauty. There's only so much beauty to be had in a star-strewn sky when you're travelling alone with sand in your underwear and a needle sticking out of your finger. Yanking the thin bone tool from her flesh she sucked at the bead of blood welling up bright over the wound, scowling menacingly at the fire as if it were someone else's fault. I just want to go...home. But there is no home, is there? Not anymore! Everything is gone, ruined! There's no way I could afford a place even if I went back to ask for his assistance, I should just find some godforsaken cave and stay there. In the middle of nowhere. In the sand. Her needlework finished she sighed, tying the thread and snapping it off, replacing the tools in the thin soft leather scrip and slipping them into her knapsack. Her stomach growled and she slapped it softly. "Stop that." Standing slowly, wearily, she whirled the cloak out and tied it about her shoulders again, then reached with one hand for one of her choice little morsels, sinking her teeth into the charred flesh ravenously and began methodically stripping it down to the bone. She wasn't worried for safety, having a fire way out here in the scrubland. Nobody lived out here, the locals at the last village had said so. The only thing she'd attract were large reptiles, and if she could handle a twenty-foot sand serpent - admittedly she had assistance but she would have killed it eventually - then she could take on just about anything else desperate enough to try to chew on her. |
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| Fytha | Sep 28 2011, 08:40 AM Post #2 |
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Fytha had come this way for a midnight walk, from the very village she had left, and where Zygus still was, probably sleeping now. Not being able to get to sleep herself, (not an uncommon occurrence), she had decided to take a stroll. Out here could be dangerous though, so she'd elected to wearing all of her armour and bringing her bladed staff with her too. The chain constantly slithered along the leather sheath that held the blade - a comforting sound, knowing it was there. She felt her feet and the toes of those feet spread as she walked barefoot among the sand. In the distance she could see a flicker of light, near the scrublands. Still in the sandy desert then, assuming it was a traveler..why hadn't they stopped just a bit further on, where the ground was composed of mostly gritty dirt, only some sand? Perhaps it wasn't visible at this time of night, or the time they had stopped. She was pretty sure they wouldn't know their way at all if they hadn't gone on a bit longer to reach the scrubs. Not surprising, then. Most people didn't know the whole of Ashoka very well. She was accustomed to such a landscape, had been born near to here, and so she was born into knowing how to read the sands and winds and determine direction. As she got closer, she could see it was definitely a fire, and then the maker of the flames stood, flinging a cloak about themselves. Her silver wrist and shin guards were glinting in the starlight, but now they warmed to the light of the fire, and she was sure the colour on her neck was shining a pretty reddish gold now. She stopped a few yards off, called out. "Hello! If you wanted better terrain, you should have gone a few hundred feet farther! May I sit by your fire for a few moments?" It was cold tonight, and since they were half lizard and therefore, what you could call, half cold-blooded, cold nights and very cold days would slow them down somewhat. The fire was welcome warmth, and she was for once honestly curious. Well, she supposed she was bored, and there was a fire. She wasn't going to sit in silence with a stranger. Then again, she could always make her own flames. But no, she would be civil tonight, and maybe she could learn something new or interesting in the process. Just in case, though, she gripped her staff harder in her left hand, the right ready to pull that chain. |
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| Shrista | Sep 28 2011, 09:41 AM Post #3 |
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Shrista bounded to her feet, kicking dirt and sand into the fire and cursing as she threw another piece of stunted scrub wood onto the flame to keep it going. Throwing down the spitted bony lizard she stood with her back to the flames, feet spread in a posture that allowed her to make both a swift getaway or an equally fast attack with her hands. Just my luck, a lizard, and a bloody big one. And it talks? Well..could be worse, least it seems civil. Easing out of her stance, the tension still staying with her tighter than a coiled spring, she motioned a hand, beckoning the strange being forwards. "I am alone, and wish for no trouble...there is space yet if you so choose to join me." Unwilling to turn her back on the figure, she stepped carefully around the fire and plucked the roasting lizards from the flame before they burned, considering whether or not to eat another. She had to keep her strength up, after walking all day and the previous night with bare rests, she had intended to eat and clock in early tonight. Perhaps she could find a rock to hide under and sleep through the heat of the day, it would be easier for her to travel by night, and likely faster too. Gesturing to the ground about the crackling flames, she sat in one fluid movement, twirling the spits in her palms, feeling the heat soak into her skin, firelight dancing across it in strange patterns, tinting it with a ruddy amber glow. Her eyes shined and flickered as the flames as she glanced across at the Ophite. "There's food to be had also, if you don't mind eating uh...mmm...well, maybe not." They probably wouldn't want to eat lizard, maybe it was some kind of cannibalism. Maybe they would. Couldn't hurt to offer at any rate. |
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| Fytha | Sep 28 2011, 09:56 AM Post #4 |
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A dark-skinned humanoid, or elf? She wasn't sure; she actually didn't know much about races besides her own, humans and elves. She'd never seen a dark one before. It was female though, but the elf probably couldn't tell Fytha's gender. Other female humanoids were so different from Ophites. She had jumped up and spun, then just as quickly eased out of it and beckoned her forward. "Thank you," she said, nodding and giving a smile, then walked forward and sat across the fire from her, removing her shin guards and placing them in front of her. Her legs bent under her so that she was leaning back on her heels. She curled her tail around herself and laid her staff to her side, careful to keep it away from the flames. "And thank you again for the offer, but no. Most Ophites tend to not eat lizards often, and I ate less than an hour ago besides." Fytha let out a sigh, holding her slightly scaled hands up to the flames, palms leathery skin, and felt the warmth creep down her forearms. "By the way, I'm female, if you couldn't tell by my voice. Most other people can't tell by my form, so I thought I'd let you know. The name's Fytha," she added, with a dip of her head as greeting. Ophites weren't touchy with greetings either, usually a flicker of the tongue or a dip of the head sufficed. A bow was for those who were higher ranking or simply respected. But she assumed a flick of the tongue was not something the elf would relate to, so she went with the latter. Edited by Fytha, Sep 28 2011, 10:03 AM.
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| Shrista | Sep 28 2011, 10:35 AM Post #5 |
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Peculiar. Things aren't about to become worse, I could be talking to dragons and sipping lingonberries from a saucer for all the difference it makes...like a madman. No, not like a madman, I won't be giving those dark-skinned curs the satisfaction of losing my mind as well as my dignity...what's left of it anyway. Sliding the cooked lizards from the spits, she tossed the sticks down beside her and wrapped the meat in the oilpaper she'd saved that had been holding the last packet of travel biscuits. Tying the string thoughtfully, she eyed the stranger across the flame, trying to discern her expression as the firelight played across her reptilian features. Finally replacing the pack, now with the meat inside, she rested her hands on her knees, then as she pronounced herself a female, and bid her a respectful greeting, the Drow clasped her hands together, left fist against right palm and bowed from her sitting position, not too shallow to show little respect, yet not too deep to show reverence. "So...you are an Ophite...? I have not yet had the honor of one of your people gracing my presence." She settled her palms on her knees again and contented herself with watching the Ophite across the fire. Catching the curiosity, she offered a wry smile. "Fear not, I will not bite, I am no demon. I am a drow, a dark elf, and a weary one at that, and I just ate...I do not plan to make any mischief this night. What brings you out here, to my fire?" |
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| Fytha | Sep 28 2011, 12:59 PM Post #6 |
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"Yes. Most would not call it an honour, though. There are many rumours on Ophites. of how they are barbarians and primitive. Perhaps we are to some, but we have our reasons. Some of the rumours are true, some are not. And it is not a surprise you have yet to meet one; we usually stay in our tribes. Far more are executed rather than banished or exiled." Fytha left it at that, since she soon started talking, and asked her own question. "Ah, they're called drow then. Dark elves...I wonder where they hail from." "This is a good thing then, I would rather not have to deal with mischief. It is cold and late," she replied, laughing, a sound that had a slight hiss to it. She also kept any edge of a threat out, because she sometimes had a short temper, and could deal a lot of damage. The lizard had also noticed she didn't give her own name. Maybe that was not a normal custom; the exchanging of names. Or she simply did not wish to tell. Either way felt rude, but she was sure the drow had an explanation. She wouldn't push the matter. "I was taking a walk. I sometimes have problems sleeping, and being out in the sand is a comfort to me, since I have lived with it all my life. My brother is back in the village not far from here, probably sleeping. I didn't wish to wake him tonight, he seemed tired today. And the fire is a welcome warmth for my body." And it was no wonder if he was tired. They had left their home, and he had seemed dulled by it. they had yet to talk about the matter, but she got the feeling that he regretted killing her harasser. She didn't regret him doing it, but even if only for him, she felt sorry it had had to all happen that way. She should have kept her mouth shut, known there were those in the tribe who sought to undermine her. She'd been popular with most, and those that didn't like her usually didn't vocalize it, but this man had been a regular at her services. She had felt betrayed, then sickened, then simply angry. It was a wonder she hadn't killed him herself; she would have had Zygus not done it first. Either way, they still would have had to leave. The lizard woman snapped her thoughts back to the present, taking her hands from the fire and instead using them on her shin guards, in order to place them next to her staff. She also unclasped her wrist guards, putting them with the rest. Glancing across the firse at the elf, she then moved to sit cross-legged and closer to the fire, elbows on her knees as she leaned forward to let the fire bathe a much of her upper body as its warmth could reach. |
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| Shrista | Sep 28 2011, 01:25 PM Post #7 |
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Nodding, she felt a sympathy for the Ophite's description of her people, and lulled into silence as she stared dreamily into the fire for a time. Fytha's movement caught her eye and she found herself smiling a little. "You must be cold. Would you like the use of my cloak?" Unclasping the tiny crystallized flower pin, she walked around the fire and handed it over, returning to her former seat in silence. Though patched now, it had always been warm with it's thick lining, now it had double. It had been a trusty friend over the years, even if it was just a cloak, a friend to keep the weather off her back and keep her warm at night. "My people are rare up here, for we live below ground and dislike the sunlight...our eyes are very sensitive to light changes. Most races that know of us consider us cruel, twisted and evil. I will not speak against those claims...my people have not exactly done much to endear themselves to humans and the like...small wonder." How I've changed since my time here...once I thought every selfish act I performed was justified...maybe it's for the better. "Sorry...it had been a rough few days with much travel and little rest. I'm not even sure why I'm heading south..." She rested her chin on her hand, shoulders sagging a little, as if weighed heavily by something. She realized that she hadn't offered her name, which in her terms, was incredibly rude. But was it even worth it? They'd probably forget by the time the sun rose. Shrista wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, still tasting the crispy lizard and smokey charred wood from earlier. "You may call me Shrista if you wish...not that it matters. Shrista Ssapavin Barriurden." She noted, using her full name for the first time since actually leaving the Underdark. "I am a hunter of monsters, wild creatures...things that those who are too weak, or do not have the means to handle themselves...and an Ex-Priestess of Lolth..." Yes...a revered priestess, who gained her status by the pain of others. A revered woman who could communicate with her deity. A foolish woman who placed her trust and her heart...but too late for any of that. Why am I dwelling on this so much? It has happened, and I cannot go back. Only forwards. Edited by Shrista, Sep 28 2011, 04:56 PM.
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| Fytha | Sep 28 2011, 05:19 PM Post #8 |
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Fytha shook her head, pushing the cloak back, but she wasn't quick enough to notice, so she just hovered with it in her hand, debating on what to do with it. Not the sand... "Thanks. We don't really get cold unless it's really very cold, though. Move slower, sure, but no feeling cold." With a shrug she put the cloak on. It would hold some warmth to her, but that would really only be very good for anything if she left with it, and she wasn't going to do that, even if the dark elf wanted her to. The Ophite nodded, and added, "Not that most races are all that great. Many are typically not very smart or drawn to pointless quibbling or fighting. Sometimes problems can be solved with knowledge, sometimes not." She shifted, thinking of how difficult it had been to get the villagers to accept their stay there for a few days. Ignorance was never a good thing. This was why she had to try and acquire knowledge, either from people or books, in order to acclimate to this new culture. Fytha tried pronouncing the name, mostly to herself but loud enough for the dark elf to hear, struggling but thinking she did a fairly good job of it. She was about to close her dark red eyes but then she heard the other woman speak of being an ex-priestess. She supposed she was then Ex-Cualyma. But the position lay in the power and the knowledge and the teaching, and she still had or could do all of that. So she was still Cualyma. "Ah, in the religious section of your society. Me too. There is no word for it...I'm the highest ranking religious leader of my own religion. Actually, there's no lower ranking, unless you count apprentices, but they are trained to do the same thing. I hadn't gotten one of my own yet, but services were good enough for me." With another shrug, she stifled a yawn. Now she was tired; that was just great. She didn't mind this conversation. The drow was an interesting character, so far as she could usually find others interesting, and (she felt like she was overstating his to herself) the warmth of the fire was an added bonus. "To set the score straight, warmth is always a good thing. Unless it's an uncontrolled fire, then, well..." |
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| Shrista | Sep 29 2011, 11:14 AM Post #9 |
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Smiling a little at the Ophite pronouncing her name, she leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, burrowing into the sand, tipping her head back she gazed at the heavens. "All races have their problems, their prejudice, and their hate, just as they have their beauty, their love and their culture." The stars so distant had always puzzled her. How could they see something that far away, and if they were really supposed to be huge, bigger than anyone could imagine, why wasn't she feeling the insignificance? Perhaps because she did not consider them relevant to any life here, right now. Maybe because she didn't quite believe it was possible. The Ophite certainly wore her title well, and was assured of herself. Perhaps she should be more certain of herself as well, and stop doubting in her deity. That didn't change the fact that she no longer saw herself as a priestess. No matter...she had stopped thinking of herself like that a long time ago, and it wasn't about to change. In a way...without the rigid structure of society binding her, she found herself feeling...free. Lost, yes, but part of that was the sudden freedom. She could go anywhere, do anything. Well maybe not anything. "Interesting...I suppose were your kind to freeze, they would just...sleep? I have known some cold-bloods to die from the ice. Very interesting..." Shrista raised a hand and stifled a yawn with her fist. Too many philosophical thoughts lately and not enough sleep. Or maybe just too much walking. Maybe just too many maybe's altogether. "If you are so important to your people, what in the blazes are you doing all the way out here talking to a nobody? Shouldn't you be...I don't know...pleasing your gods, lest they rain misfortune on you?" |
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| Fytha | Sep 30 2011, 08:53 AM Post #10 |
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She looked up for a moment at the stars as as well, which was most of what her view had been n the way here. She knew their patterns and shiftings well by now, the almost three decades she had had to learn them. Her eyes returned to the drow and the fire as she waited for the other to speak again. "No, we would freeze to death if it was cold enough. We are technically only half cold-blooded; we would die from ice too. But ice is quite rare in the desert, yes?" Fytha smiled at that, noting the stifled yawn as well. "Ah so she is tired too. It' quite late, so not surprising." At her next words, however, the Ophite lost her smile and sat brooding, thinking about how to answer. Well, if she was a nobody as she said...she couldn't do anything to them. Why not tell her? What was the point of sitting companionably around a fire if you didn't share stories? If the elf would do the same though... "I can assure you I'm still pleasing them. They are not hard to 'please', usually. The pleasure is not in the position, it is in the knowledge and power. All Cualymas are those born with magic, which is a very rare trait in Ophites, and they are trained on how to use that magic and how to know of and teach about the Gods and Deities." She stopped, considering. "If I will tell you about myself, will you tell me of you? I think we were both cast out in some way, from what I've been able to pick up from your language." She laid the leathery palms of her hand on her knees, leaned forward even further so that she was dangerously close to the fire, and smiled, showing some the rows of needle-like teeth. "How about it?" Edited by Fytha, Sep 30 2011, 08:53 AM.
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| Shrista | Sep 30 2011, 11:23 AM Post #11 |
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So you too are cast apart from your own kin. Curious as she was about the Ophite, she did not feel so inclined to reveal her own troubles. It may have been a good two years since she had surfaced, but the would still felt raw, like a scrape that had gradually become infected. Leave it alone and it will heal she had told herself. Yet it hadn't worked, festering in the back of her mind and preying on her when she least expected it. A tightness formed in her chest, and for a moment she felt as if she would not be able to take another breath. A strange and startling sensation once it passed. Her whole face felt tired and tight, as if she might weep. I do not cry. That is for the children, and the weak! Why would such a thing make her feel that way anyway? It was gone and done, and much time had passed since. Scuffing her feet in the dirt she scowled down at her boots for a moment longer. "I am not sure I wish to discuss this route any further. If you wish information on my people, you may have it, though I will give no location on the paths to my former home. My fall was not an easy one, and bought me much shame both to them and myself. I am not sure I should open my heart to anyone, least of all someone I have only recently met." She looked up, for a moment her face was caught in the transition from raw pain to cool serenity, then she was all ice and snowy demeanor once again. |
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| Fytha | Oct 3 2011, 10:23 AM Post #12 |
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(Blaaaargh) The dark elf was taking a few moments to consider her questions, and then she came up with her answer. Slightly disappointed, she leaned back again. She'd distantly, faintly wanted to tell someone else what had happened, but she supposed that the drow might have had a harder time of it. After all, it seemed she had truly been banished, whereas Fytha and her brother had fled...and she hadn't been truly shamed in any way. Things got misunderstood, spiralled out of control and that had caused it all. Had she been publicly humiliated? For a moment, she pondered the thought, but the drow had finished speaking and so she had to give her own reply. "I'm sure it wasn't, and I understand. You were and probably are worse off than I am. Atleast I've lived in this desert. And I'm not interested in where the drow live, really..." The lizard trailed off for a moment, then picked it up again. "But I would be interested in learning more about your race. I know of so very few, leading the life that I have." |
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| Shrista | Oct 4 2011, 02:11 PM Post #13 |
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"No worse than anyone else...I am alive, and I cling to survival. That is all that matters." She offered a wry smile, though her heart wasn't in it. Guardedly she answered the question put to her, trying to think of the least offensive way to describe her people without making them sound like barbaric and backwards savages. "My people mostly stay below ground, in what we call the Underdark. It is not so much a network of caves as a whole world of it's own. We have rivers, and lakes, houses, people, and society. Just..no sky. Females take precedence in our society. The lowest female is considered of more worth than the highest male. Any position of power comes with it's own dangers..both political and otherwise...below, it is dangerous just to be there. Many things creep unseen, many traps lay in wait." She sighed, thinking of home, and took a swallow of water from the skin lying at her feet. "They use slaves for much work, mostly human, and surfacers. The only Drow who become slaves are much punished or bound to service to another...and our colonies often go to war with each other, as well as just about everything else down there." Lips twisting in distaste, she replace the waterskin and appraised the Ophite thoughtfully. "There are things that we do not have..grass..trees..sky...even could I go back...I am not sure I would, for those things are gifts from the gods themselves. I would miss them." I am trapped between two worlds. Go back, and live alone in the dark, fighting the savage beasts until I die an honorable death in battle, or stay here, in the light, fighting for survival with no purpose...I wonder which I'll eventually choose..? "I did not mean to be rude before...I am tired, and though the wound is old now, it still feels fresh. I wish they had killed me, and let me at least keep what honor I had. Merciful death or no." She spat bitterly, glaring daggers at the dancing flames, fists squeezing tightly on her knees, white knuckled. "Not many know about us. But you, what life have you had to know so little other than the desert?" Her anger fading to smoldering coals, Shrista tried to relax, the tension however would not leave her muscles and she sat still, wound tighter than a coiled spring. Edited by Shrista, Oct 4 2011, 02:14 PM.
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| Fytha | Oct 5 2011, 08:37 AM Post #14 |
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Fytha nodded as she thought about what the other female said. Interesting, and viewed as barbaric in some ways. Just like their culture, but in different ways. "But think about all the things up here that aren't down there. And atleast I am eager to learn and experience. It's harder for you, with an aversion to light, but couldn't you try to be...interested in what other things the surface has to offer?" She shifted to put the bottom of her feet on the sand, knees bent n front of her, her back hunched - the lizard pulled the borrowed cloak slightly tighter around her. The Ophite was feeling normal now, maybe even faster with such proximity to the fire. Scooting her rear back a bit, she curled her tail around her once again, pulling her knees to her chest with her arms. (sorry for crappiness -_-) |
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| Shrista | Oct 7 2011, 01:04 PM Post #15 |
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"Oh yes...there is much here to hold on to. But without a true purpose...I question why I am gripping what little I have, so fiercely." Silver eyes glittering, she looked up and caught the Ophite's gaze, her own face impassive and cool as the distant stars themselves. "Your words are wise for one so young. You too have been outcast and yet you retain your identity...I should not let others decide who I am, or what I am...and if there is no real place up here for my kind...then it is my duty to make one for us. Or at least start." We may not be of those who follow Eilistraee. We may not have our own people, but we have as much right to be here...this is our world too, and we should stand and make a place in it for ourselves. We are who we are...and no one can change that. Not really. She considered where to go from here. Head back south as she had been, or go somewhere else, maybe stop and enjoy a place more, instead of passing through looking for work, interested only in business and services...if you could call their choatic mish-mash societies that at all. ((sorry it's a bit crappish, kinda dunno where to go aaand, a bit drunkeded :D)) |
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| Fytha | Oct 12 2011, 11:59 AM Post #16 |
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(It's okay mine isn't good either, and late, and short lol, but I suppose the thread is almost over?) Mmm, a compliment. Unexpected, and she took it gratefully. It was rare that anyone would bother to do such a thing. The "young" part made her wonder just how old this Shrista was. She was an elf, and they were very long-lived, if not virtually immortal. Fytha supposed there wasn't much good to say about her from those who didn't know her. Zygus was just about the only one. Her parents had known her somewhat, and she'd had a few...friends who she'd gotten along with. Those last knew her better than anyone else, in a baser way. But there was the matter of making a place for drows up here. It made her think of a place for Ophites too. "No, it doesn't seem like Ophites have a place outside of tribes. Every human I see has been quite wary, at the least. It took some time to win the villagers trust back there." |
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| Shrista | Oct 20 2011, 09:23 AM Post #17 |
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((Yeah I guess it is. Which means I'll have to start searching for more threads after hehe. Bouncy swing/jazz isn't really the best music for this thread XD)) "Indeed. They all stalk about like cats with their tails pulled." Her lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "Well, if you so choose, you may share my fire, and if you wish, travel together. Though I have no real destination...yet. I shall be here for one day...the last few suns have been hard, pushing across this way, and I need to rest before continuing. There is time enough should you wish to." Twirling the stick again between her palms, she glared at her sandy boots and knocked the heels together lightly. "And if not...well...no skin off my nose." It might make the days less dull and wearisome. Especially travelling with a superior of her race...I really should stop thinking like that now. Who really cares though...it's not as if we've actually met a male who proves himself superior. She almost laughed at that thought, her smile deepening a little with amusement. Truly, most humans were either cringing nobility or cringing peasants. Fools who fled the rumors of her kind sweeping before her like an invisible ripple. Let them run. There would be a place for the Drow here, for those who escaped, or were forced out. For those who would survive. Even should she be the one to start the movement. If there were no others of her kind up here...well. Then there would be a place for them when they eventually came. |
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| Fytha | Nov 10 2011, 11:08 PM Post #18 |
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Fytha smiled, amused at her analogy. Some of them did seem to act quite like that. "Ah, that's okay. Thanks for the offer, but I am traveling with my brother and neither of us are fans of changing plans suddenly." "Not that we truly have much of a plan as to where we're going...and there's no need for me to go into detailed reasons here. Had I even felt like explaining them, I doubt this Shrista would care to hear." The silence seemed to stretch, broken only by the crackling of the fire. She felt it was time to leave now; even if they could talk more, she was finally tired and regardless, should get back to the village. She clasped her wrist and shin guards back on and took up her staff in her left hand, standing, letting the cloak fall into her right hand. "Thank you for the warmth of your fire, the lending of your cloak and your conversation." She smiled and dipped her head, walking over to the drow to hand the cloak back. The formality was not something that normally came to her, but she went with it. "It would be interesting to see you again, but I still wish you safe and happier travels." And with that she left the camp with it's warm fire and friendly enough owner. |
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