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Post by Miosh on May 17, 2023 19:15:53 GMT -5
They were heading to the north. Their guide confidently led the way always finding the best path with some kin sense. From time to time, conversations started and faded, just like the fire in the ashes. Still, it left a warm feeling. Although she didn't like snow all that much, it helped her to hang in. And so, to pass away time, Cheche happily answered some of Edward's questions about the Fae way of life. She told him about their hidden settlements, merging with the woods around and protected with many layers of magic. She did her best to remember the smallest details, and what she couldn't recall, she honestly made up. She would give everything to return back home, but the hope was getting thinner with each passing year. Edward turned out to be a nice fellow, with a sharp inquisitive mind. He was constantly jotting down some notes with an extremely focused expression. That strongly reminded Cheche of Zarius, a tiefling she had met on one of her adventures. Therefore, she decided to ask: "Master Edward, I've noticed you fancy writing. It may not quite be my business, but I'm literally itching to know...are you...writing a book?" - Cheche's eyes lit. 'A writer! What is he writing about? Will he write about Cheche too? What's in his pockets? What is this tail I see now and again? Does he have any sweets?'
It also occurred to her, that their guide had never given her name. Initially, she had felt a bit shy to pry, but addressing her as "a tall young lady" was getting a tad bit confusing. With Cheche's stature, she was surrounded by tall people. So, no that wouldn't do. And although the word "friend" was indeed how she felt, it wasn't quite specific either. Names were different. They had so much in them: the place, the time; the hopes of the ones who gave it; the destiny of the one who took or chose that name; the sounds, the rhythm, the melody, the colors, and so much more! It was not for nothing, after all, that people considered names magical, and carefully guarded them as the most precious of treasures. 'By any chance...Is she worried I might ...borrow her soul?' - the thought came as if a little cloud has crossed the vast blue sky. Cheche had faced this a lot: people and other folks tend to be scared of the unknown. And even though this world breathed and lived magic, there were still many legends and half-forgotten tales about the fae. Borrowing or enslaving a soul was something her folk was forbidden to do. Cheche even didn't know how not to mention she didn't even want to try. Thus, Cheche hurried after the girl lest she misunderstood her intentions. She managed to catch the rim of her cloak and gently tugged on it:
" Cheche wants to ask, what....what Can I call you?"
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Post by Natsunats-Shun on May 18, 2023 17:45:05 GMT -5
Ah, she caught on, I thought when she asked me for my name after almost fifteen minutes after we started walking. I'd stayed quiet after my little speak about the T'saya- partially out of embarrassment, partially because I also wanted to listen to Cheche talk about the fae, and partially to try and blend into the background. Well, at least I managed to buy myself 15 minutes- during which I had to think of a safe name to tell her. What should I tell her? A fake name? I've hear the fae are sensitive to lies though. Frostale? It's practically my second name, but it dosen't really sound like one. Shun? Also doesn't really sound like a name either …Nat? Nat is good, generic, could stand for Natasha, or Natalya, or Natalie, or in my case, Natsunats-shun. So when asked, I answered "Oh, right, you can call me Nat," I said casually, forming a character for this encounter. Okay, so we're someone quiet, knowledgeable, and from Frost Gale, who's can be little forgetful with manners. So far, it was mostly just a self insert, and I didn't want to go s far as to appear rude, but slipping up on one or two other minor things later on would sell the bit.
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Post by Miosh on May 31, 2023 2:58:18 GMT -5
They've been walking for quite some time. Nat, for that was the girl's name, was not very talkative, but it still felt incredibly safe around her. Apparently, she knew a lot about this place, and something let Cheche think Nat was quite fond of it. Edward seemed pretty occupied making some notes, stopping here and there to take a closer look at some herbs half-covered by snow, mumbling something to himself. At first, Cheche was curious about his findings, but since he stopped pretty often, she gradually got used to it and little by little stopped paying attention. Instead, she followed Nat and chattered non-stop for the two of them. She told her all about her childhood and dense fae forests; about her best friends; about a strange curse turning some of them to stone (in that part of her story she sobbed a bit, as it still was fresh in her memory and still caused her pain). She also told her all about her traveling around Charon and the friends she had managed to make along the way. Somehow, the day turned into early evening, and long bluish shadows stretched far beneath the trees. It was getting colder. Cheche wrapped the shawl she was carrying tighter around herself and shivered. Suddenly it came to her that she hadn't heard Edward's muttering for a long while. Cheche turned around expecting to see him busy jotting down some incredible facts about the forest they were in...however, Edward was nowhere to be seen. Cheche stopped turning her head around: where could he have gone? "Edward? Eeeeeeeeedwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!" - she called. Her trembling high-pitched voice carried far but to no avail. Cheche turned to Nat looking at her with her eyes wide open. "Nat, Nat! What do we do? Oh, what do we do? Edward ...seems lost?"
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Post by Natsunats-Shun on Jun 10, 2023 23:25:17 GMT -5
The sketching guy's gone? I turned, blinking as I gave the area a precursory look. The fae was right, he wasn't following along with his sketchbook anymore. Come to think of it, I hadn't heard his mutterings or footsteps for a solid few minutes now. I furrowed my brows. I hadn't heard any kind of predator or felt any kind of trap, so it was either that 1) the human had gotten lost in his own mind and dwadled too long or wandered off or something, 2) we’d all gotten trapped in some sort of an illusion, which was why no one had noticed he was missing or 3) he might not have been human and was a native to this forest who’d just… decided to hangout with us for some reason. It was also possible that Cheche had done something to him - he’d given her his name after all, but watching her fret, and her wide eyed wonder as they’d talked, and how freely she talked about herself… it didn’t fit the haughty, elusive, sly, cunning image that I’d gathered from stories about the fae. Besides, I myself am also a stereotypical contrarian, being a demon descendant of strong blood.
I looked up at the sun. It was lower than I would have liked if we were to conduct a productive search and get to the settlement before sunset. “...We can do a brief search, but if we can’t find him after an hour, we go on to the settlement and we can put up missing posters there and in the city.”
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Post by Miosh on Jul 15, 2023 0:46:27 GMT -5
Traveling through Charon Cheche had seen all kinds of stuff: some of it amused her, some of it shocked her, some of it made her blush (oh, well, how do we put it...), yet something like this sent shivers down her spine. And not particularly due to the cold weather and hardly welcoming surroundings of the endless forest. She peered into thickening dusk, but to no avail. She could see nothing, not even with her fae eyes. Her companion seemed to be as surprised as she was, however, she coped with the bewilderment much faster than Cheche, who was trembling and poking the nearby bushes with a stick she'd picked up a minute earlier. Nat observed the surroundings and finally suggested searching for Edward and possibly heading out to the nearest village to hang some posters. 'Is it how Harth Day should go in this world? Why does Cheche have a feeling it kind of is getting out of hand?' - Cheche thought to herself, furrowing. But then, suddenly, something Nat had said finally dawned on her: " What? Drawing posters? Oh, me, me, me! Choose me! I can draw! I really do" - the pixie was shifting from one little foot to another one impatiently. Apparently, she had forgotten all about the purpose of their journey and even the reason why the posters might be needed, Cheche was overwhelmed with excitement. Oh well, she had a very short attention span. Even for a fairy. The locals used to have a saying: "The night is long and full of terrors". Solaria knows what they meant by it. Yet, one was certain: Nat might have needed all her patience to persevere till the break of the dawn.
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Post by Natsunats-Shun on Jul 15, 2023 13:13:27 GMT -5
Uuh, I've never seen anyone so eager to draw missing person’s posters, but oooookay, though I’d noticed that she'd dropped the 'missing person' in front of the 'posters' which... made her reaction make more sense, actually. For such a tiny body, she had so much energy, and seemed to put it every where, always jittering and practically hadn’t stopped her enthusiastic stream of words since we’d met. Which was impressive, even for me, and my entire job was all about talking and keeping people entertained. just blinked at her for a moment and said “Sure, but first let’s retrace our steps a bit. In case Edward fell in a patch of puff snow…or something. Let’s hope it’s not that. Or just that? Puff snow can do some pretty nasty things, but I’ve heard there’s some even nastier stuff living in these woods… though I think I’ve been navigating pretty carefully and avoiding most of their dens….”. Because if we do they might jump right out at me, is what I left unsaid. Most normal animals feared me, and gave me wide berth, something that’d started happening as I got deeper into my demonic arts training, but it wasn’t until later that I realized that this meant that stronger creatures would be more likely to attack me if I didn’t make a conscious effort to stay out of their territory and keep my aura in check. There were a couple times when we passed by traces indicating Barghest trails and Girallon territories, but we stayed far enough from them that Edward hadn’t gotten eaten. Probably. I hope. I’m not exactly built for a fight, and I’m not sure if CheChe could take a Girallon or a Barghest pack solo practically solo.
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Post by Miosh on Aug 11, 2023 22:23:50 GMT -5
"Retracing the steps? Hmm? That bit Cheche can do, yes!" - Cheche turned so quickly that her move caused a little whirlwind of snowflakes. She peered into the dusk again with a pensive expression on her little face. She was thinking of Edward, his sudden arrival and sudden departure. The more she'd been thinking about it, the more it felt like a dream. And wouldn't that make sense? After all, in a dream events do happen as they please. Everything flows like water, and no one has enough power to grasp it in their hands. 'So, could it be that...' - she got scared by the thought so much that her whole figure turned painfully stiff. Cheche blinked and shooed the scare away: 'till later, when it's warm and sunny.' - she said to herself. Surely, then the thought wouldn't seem as terrifying. And then she slowly lifted her cold foot and placed it onto the fading trace below. Another one. Then another one. She was cold and hungry, but never lost her enthusiasm. Even if it was a dream, and she's actually sleeping there by the pine, freezing to her death... Even if no living man has enough power to grasp the dream by it's tail... Well, they haven't met with Cheche yet! And she is not alone this time. Her steps regained their confidence. Suddenly, on an impulse, she turned to Nat and stretched her hand out: "Let's go?" - she smiled shyly, realising how childish the gesture might look.
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Post by Natsunats-Shun on Aug 14, 2023 14:37:06 GMT -5
So far, Cheche has been flying, flitting about, resting Edward every so often, so I was surprised when she landed in the packed snow of a footprint. I suppose because she's so small, it's hard for her to gesticulate effectively unless she makes her movements very big or moves with her whole body. The way she proudly started walking in the snow that was almost as thick as she was tall was probably her version of a motivating fist pump or something to that effect. I nodded, and stepped beside her, careful not to ruin her moment by stepping on her or smacking her with my skirt or something like that. Then I realized that she might actively be resting her wings since Edward wasn't around and I'd never explicitly given her permission to sit on me. So I offered. "Would you like a lift?" I asked, extending a hand. I got her reply then we set off.
We peered through the slowly fading daylight for where his footsteps had veered from ours. It didn't take long - in the first place, it hadn't even been half an hour since we last heard from Edward. It seems he'd kept going straight where Cheche and I had made a turn - probably lost in whatever he was drawing or observing. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the end of the leads. After his footprints split off from ours, they went for a little ways before there was an area of disturbed snow indicating some sort of a struggle or a lot of jumping around and kicking up snow for some reason, then they disappeared. No tracks retracing themselves, no tracks leading away, he’d just vanished. We called out to him, but no reply. I looked up at the foliage “Maybe he’s climbed up one of these trees?” I wondered, half to myself and half to Cheche. Pehaps we could take a quick look up there before we continue our way to the village, but I don't think could search very far up the trees, being as bulky as I am with my wings.
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