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Post by Beak on Jun 17, 2024 4:02:47 GMT -5
The elder skeleton would blink in stunned confusion, had she the eyelids to do so. This ring... she has to admit, there is likely a tradition here of which she is not aware. Depending on cultures and even individuals, a ring could mean anything from a token of friendship to marriage... and the last thing she wants to do is to misinterpret this gesture.
On the other hand... she can't exactly think of any possible meaning to it where the answer would be no. And... maybe that's all right. Maybe she doesn't have to know just yet. Maybe it's all right not to have everything figured out. She enjoys the Blackfeathers' company more than just about anything, and whatever this ring may mean, she's happy it means it.
".. Thank you. I'll treasure this...." She takes off her glove briefly, so that she may put the ring on under it. With all the punching and grappling she does with her chosen style of combat, it wouldn't do at all to subject any gift like the one she's just been given on the outside of her hands, where it would be jammed forcefully against the faces of every villain whose path she crosses. But underneath... it will be safe, there. The corvids can all rest assured that the gloves will protect everything inside them; Toll made them, after all.
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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Jun 17, 2024 10:44:04 GMT -5
Rena chirps quietly, smile softening a little as she reaches forward to gently take Beak’s gloved hands, softly squeezing as she and her bondmates let out pleased chirps and trills. The tea comes moments later, and Rena regards the mugs of steaming liquid for a moment before murmuring, “...perhaps we might be able t’ figure somethin’ out to get you your taste an’ smell back…there’s a project to work on…could also help build the power I’ll need t’ hatch Hum and Chime…”
The children let out excited chirps and trills, pressing up against Beak’s sides as they trill contentedly and reach out to grab a mug each, quietly sipping at the tea, the skelechicks reveling as they always do in the simple act of drinking the warm beverage as they nestle against their Skelefriend…
…and then Rena clears her throat, “...alright, so…we’ve done a bit o’ scouting, an’ Fimbulwinter is still goin’...’s calmed a good bit, enough that jus’ bundling up should be good enough to keep relatively comfortable. We’ll…” she glances around to her bondmates, then nods, “...don’t worry about it. We’ll make sure you’re taken care of”
Bell and Nev bob their heads in agreement, chirping softly and smiling at Beak, their eyes shining gently…
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Post by Beak on Jun 17, 2024 13:59:19 GMT -5
Food and drink..? Ah, even to so much as smell fresh bread or a well-seasoned soup again, let alone taste.... She hasn't enjoyed the taste of a good meal or the scent of flowers since she was alive... thousands upon thousands of years of just... nothing.
At least her sense of touch has been heightened as if to make up for the loss of other senses, and thank the stars above for that. If even the simple act of squeezing her hand, even through the glove, weren't enough to flood her senses with joy, she doesn't know what she'd do; that's about the only thing she has left that still can.
"Ah... why is it that every time we run into each other, you change my very life?" She lets out an amused chuckle. "Shattering the isolation, inspiring me to seek my roots, giving me a lead on how to do so even if it means a trek into the very heart of the Fimbulwinter... and now you mean to give me food back, too?"
She nods at the understanding that this is a long-term project, something that is little more than an idea, at present. Something that would involve long periods of research into how one would even go about it, and something that may ultimately prove impossible. That's fine... you've already done so much for her as it is. You all need to slow down; you're spoiling her rotten at this rate.
Besides... it doesn't take being one of her bondmates to sense the foreboding in what she didn't say, there. "You'd better not be planning on doing anything self-sacrificial... I know how far you'll go for those you love, but you know how much those you love would do the same for you. We worry."
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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Jun 17, 2024 18:10:01 GMT -5
The silver eyed crow smiles softly, gently squeezing Beak’s hands again as she trills affectionately, “...I’ll not lie t’ ye an’ claim that it’s all easy. But…it’s made much easier by the simple fact that it’s for you. The Blackfeathers take care of their own”
Her bondmates reach forward, each placing a hand on Beak’s wrist - Bell the left, and Nev the right - each of them letting out affectionate little chirps and trills…and then Nev seems to lose their composure, ghosting through the table to pull Beak into their arms and gently nuzzling between the elder skeleton’s eye sockets as they out a low purr, those cobalt eyes filled with contentment as the raven cradles Beak to their chest and speaks softly, “...an’ believe me, when we say you’re one o’ us, we mean it. You helped my bondmates Remember me, so you're good in all our books…”
Bell trills happily, floating up to settle into Nev’s arms and nestle against Beak, gently poking the front of her snout and smiling as he settles in. Rena, for her part, trills in gentle amusement and takes a sip of her own tea and watches with a pleased smile on her face…
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Post by Beak on Jun 17, 2024 22:18:38 GMT -5
"The Blackfeathers take care of their own." And she is one of their own. If she hadn't felt like she'd been more or less adopted by the clan already, the ring she was just given proves it beyond a doubt. A ring she happily accepted, because being one of their own... this is a good clan. These are good people. She likes being an honorary Blackfeather.
"You... are lovely," she says to Nev. She was trying to come up with something more clever, a witty play off of their comment perfectly segued into a poetic counter of her own. That... was dismal. Still, the affection is there, the warmth and appreciation. "Losing the memory of you would be an unspeakable tragedy to anyone. I'm as glad to have met you as the others are to have you back-"
Crash.
Beak jumps in her seat, her startle reflex as overtuned as ever. What was that??
She looks back to the street from which the group had just come. The fortunate news is that the traffic jam seems to have cleared up. Other than a few empty and abandoned carts, the streets are deserted but for a very small handful of people running away from the center of town, as fast as their legs can carry them. This is also the bad news. What in... she attempts to pick out words from all the screams blending together. "Run for your lives," "Save us"--two contradicting instructions, right there--and... d... did someone just say "dragon??"
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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Jun 17, 2024 22:42:29 GMT -5
Rena lets out a curse as she stands, eyes flaring to a burning, caustic white as she whistles to her family, “taf’, always somethin’,” she grumbles, cracking her neck and standing before those caustic eyes focus back onto Beak, and for another terrifying moment the skeleton is reminded of the stories about those eyes - how many people had had those burning, frozen white lights as the last thing they’d ever seen? - before they soften a little, “...I'd advise that ye stay here, unless ye think ye can keep up” and then the Blackfeathers are moving, the children moving with practiced synchronicity with their parents as the clan of corvids makes their way out of the cafe with an unnatural calm given the situation, each pair of eyes burning with a differently colored, but equally caustic light…
Rena abruptly stops, tilts her head, then turns to toss a small bag of coins onto the table with a nod to the workers before rejoining her family in exiting the cafe to observe the panicked crowds scrambling back along the street…
A sharp series of notes whistled by Rena, and the Blackfeathers spread out, each set of twins heading off in different directions as the two spirits move alongside their living bondmate...
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Post by Beak on Jun 17, 2024 22:56:55 GMT -5
Beak is an Ibekki Warrior, a soldier for her people. Sure, she... lost the last major battle she was in, and she died, and so did her entire clan, but... no. No. This is no time for past regrets. This is time to prove that she still has what it takes to call herself Ibekki, to call herself a Warrior, to call herself someone who can protect her friends and loved ones and countrymen, and not just... not just some retired damsel who died because she's bad at fighting and that's the last anyone ever heard of her. No. The only way to wash that taste out of her mouth is with a victory. Besides, after the Blackfeathers have done for her, the least she can do is help them! "I thank you very much for your service," she broadcasts to... whoever may be within range to hear it, as she sprints out the door. Just like that, the old woman with a walking stick becomes the spry and agile warrior, as stick and robe are removed and set down somewhere safe to reveal the loose martial arts outfit underneath.
Time to try out these new gloves she just received. [OOC: THREAD END, continued as we tackle the "Fear Comes Alive" quest in a new thread!
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