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Burn Together - Gaucho - 11-23-2014
RE: Burn Together - Sohalia - 11-27-2014 OOC :: Forgive my lack of table - I'm on my iPad and will have to add it later! Astraeus soared high above the ivory dove on the morning's cool breeze. The rising sun had brought with it a certain warmth that the frigid nights of the desert very much lacked, rousing the Sultana from an uneasy slumber. She snorted heavily, clouding the air and watching as the droplets dispersed, shifting her weight to work out the stiffness that had set into her limbs. Her bonded cried a greeting from above, calling her bicolored gaze to the blue sky. She smiled. Even in the depths of Frostfall, her home was glorious. Let the north have its empty trees and frosted evergreens - there was something timeless about the consistency of her homeland that she would always prefer. Her wings fluttered out from her bodice, welcoming the rush of cold air that served as a wake up call. She took a few easy steps forward, pulling herself into the air with the ease of practice. It was time to find her beloved, for it had been far too long since they had been able to speak. They were both busy, she knew that - and she strove to make herself even more so whenever she found herself wondering exactly what he was up to. Rhoa followed him closely, she knew that (so the likelihood of him doing anything particularly... unfaithful was quite slim), but still... She could not help but wonder if she held his fascination as he did hers. Ivezho had turned out to be the more studious of the twins, following her as she prepared to open their grand Academy. She had been pleased to find that he quickly learned both her and Gaucho's native tongues, not to mention the various subjects she had begun to explain to him. He was quiet - stoic, almost - and in that trait she saw his father. But his eagerness lay not on the battlefield, as the WildFire's but in his mind. It was an interesting mixture, to say the least. With the help of her zephyr, she found her lover near the oasis. She soared easily downward, spiraling in tight circles until she landed quietly near him. Folding her wings, she closed the distance between them, reaching to bump her muzzle against his shoulder. "M'athchomaroon," she murmured by way of greeting. "It has been too long," she added, speaking carefully in his tongue. It was foreign to her, but something about sharing his language made her feel so intimately attached to him that she could not help but speak it. She stumbled every now and then, as every new speaker would, but she had improved in leaps and bounds in the time they had devoted to her studies. Astraeus landed carefully on her withers, chirping his own greeting (more to Mara than to Gaucho). RE: Burn Together - Gaucho - 11-27-2014
RE: Burn Together - Sohalia - 11-28-2014 The crystalline dove was forever unsure of her place in Gaucho's heart. Even now, even after all they had been through and conquered together, even though she longed to fold herself into his wings and press herself adoringly against his hard, muscled bodice, she hesitated, unsure how such a greeting would be received. But then his muzzle traced a line along her face, and she leaned into his touch, slipping sideways until she had nudged her way under his wing. Astraeus, unceremoniously displaced, squawked in protest and fluttered to a nearby tree limb. His bonded hummed softly, happy for the moment spent basking in her lover's presence. "Anha zhilak yera norethaan, shekh ma shieraki anni." And so she melded herself to him, enjoying what had always come easiest to the pair. She recognized the warmth stirring within, the quickening of her pulse that always accompanied Gaucho's touch - but she took a deep breath, pushing whatever lust that filled her mind to the background, for there were more important things to discuss now. There would, after all, be time for that later, wouldn't there? Gaucho's news brought a frown to the angel's lovely features, her brow creasing with concern. Another death, the murderer running rampant - what was she to make of it? How was she to protect her herd against such a vast unknown? "We must increase khasars, vijazerat our rhojosor." So caught up was she in her rapid thoughts, her uneasy planning, that it took a moment for his hesitation to be noticed, for his words to process. Her gaze whipped to meet his, grief quickly shadowing her eyes. But where she might have fallen to pieces mere months before, succumbed to the tears that threatened to overtake her, now she stood strong. Tears did glisten in her eyes to linger unshed, but her emotions no longer overpowered and controlled her. The Sultana pressed her face into Gaucho's neck, not to hide her sadness but to gather comfort from his embrace. "Vod chafaan, my friend," she whispered, the only goodbye that she would be allowed for Phaedra. First Diniel, all those moons ago, then Rowan. And Phaedra, too, now. Would she be the last to stand, the strongest of them all when they had for so long overshadowed her? Was her destiny to be alone? Would she lose them all, even now, when she thought herself safe? "What can we do?" she asked finally, resignation in her voice and in the lines of her face. "How can I help?" Translations :: Anha zhilak yera norethaan, shekh ma shieraki anni. | I love you completely, my sun and stars. khasar | a small group of protectors; used here as patrols vijazerat | to protect rhojosor | family Vod chafaan. | Dust to the wind; roughly translates to rest in peace. RE: Burn Together - Gaucho - 11-29-2014
RE: Burn Together - Sohalia - 11-29-2014 She remembered plans of creating an island, though she could not have told you exactly when Gaucho had spoken of it to her. She understood the desire - no, the need - behind such an idea, though the thought made her ache with worry. What if the gods thought them impious for assuming they could take it upon themselves to change the very landscape the deities had shaped? What if something went horribly wrong, killing some or all of their family? How would she live with the knowledge that she had sanctioned the destruction of the world's natural beauty? But when she weighed her questions of the costs against the benefit of protecting her family, she found that she could not justify an argument. They must do what they could to ensure safety, whatever it took to do so. She nodded slowly, accepting his words, though the sadness as delaying his plans made her lean against him more firmly, offering her support. "I'm sorry, shekh ma shieraki anni," she murmured in his native tongue. "Osoleth vezhven" Gods bless me, I'm starting to talk more like him every day. "Kisha eth vijazerat rhojosor." She paused, thinking, allowing her mind to turn over the various scenarios that she could see stemming from their current predicament. They would have to dedicate their resources to protection of their borders and the capture of the murderer - but she knew that he would see that. He did not need her for her military prowess. So how was she to help? Why had he brought this up to her, aside from keeping her up to date on the latest news? She had been busy, planning and setting up their Academy, focusing on the areas in which she knew she could do the most good - but he would have known where to find her if he had needed her before now, wouldn't he? Or had they both been so busy that each had failed to see the other's needs? She frowned at that, deciding to correct the lack of communication. She would not go so long without meeting with him again, and not only for talk of their herd. She missed him for his company, longed to renew their growing bond, to ensure that it did not slip from her grasp as it had threatened to do so many times before. His question caught her by surprise, so much so that she found herself pulling her head away, staring as him with bewilderment. How could he even ask her that, after all that they had been through, all the battles they had fought to stand where they now stood? "Khal, anha yeri khaleesi," she told him firmly, passion igniting her gaze where moments before had been only astonishment. "Anha avvos esemrasalat shafka. Anha avvos esemrasalat rhojosor." She stepped closer again, holding his eyes with her own. "Me nem nesa," she finished in a whisper, her voice low and intimate. She would not leave him. She would not leave her herd. She would fight and die for them if that was what it came to. "Kisha arrissat jin. Kisha ezat jaqqa. Kisha vijazerat rhojosor. Shafka. Anna. Kisha." She stressed her last words, trying to impress their importance upon him. "Anha zhilak yera norethaan, shekh me shieraki anni." Translations :: shekh ma shieraki anni | my sun and stars osoleth | bridge vezhven | great (used here as synonym for important) kisha | we eth | have to vijazerat | to protect rhojosor | family khal | king anha | I anna | me yeri | your khaleesi | queen avvos | never esemrasalat | to exit, to leave shafka | you (respectful) me nem nesa | it is known arrissat | to fix jin | this ezat | to find jaqqa | executioner anha zhilak yera norethaan | I love you completely (ALL THE WORDS.) RE: Burn Together - Gaucho - 11-29-2014
RE: Burn Together - Sohalia - 11-30-2014 The words rolled easily from her tongue, though not so easily as it did from his. She was not without her stumbles and pauses, carefully phrasing and articulating the words. Learning the language was not difficult for her; she had always been rather studiously inclined, holding a scholar rank once upon a time, long, long ago. (Had he been a part of the Dragon's Throat back then? If she had met him first, would things have turned out differently? Would she be where she was, steadfastly beside Gaucho: her khal, her mate, her love? Or would things have petered out between them, the initial spark flickering and dying, lacking the oxygen it needed to survive?) No, it was not the words, not the concepts, but the pronunciations that tripped her tongue. The words were foreign, guttural, harsh to the untrained ear, so unlike her own language, which ebbed and flowed like the tide. But she pressed ever on, trying to master the finer concepts of his people, enjoying the newfound depths of their bond, the heady rush of his adoration. The dove knew that he loved her just as surely as she knew the sun would rise on the morrow; or, if not then, one day. Despite His disappearance from the skies so recently, she had never lost faith that he would return; so, too, was her confidence in her lover. Her words seemed to calm him, to reassure him - and she realized in that moment that he was vulnerable to her in a way that even he could not possibly understand, that despite their differences he needed her as deeply as she needed him. She smiled. "Rhoa ittelat athjahakar, shekh ma shieraki anni," she murmurs in response to his news of their son. "Ivezho elat anna evvat Academy. Me hajolat khado ma zhor. Me zigerelat lajak lajilat. Anha azhat mae shafka. Shafka ittelat mae ivezhofolat." Ivezho had gravitated to her and her work, learning quickly and grasping concepts far beyond his years. He possessed a keen intelligence and a quick wit, though he voiced his thoughts rarely. She had wondered, at first, if he understood the ideas she produced for him; but he had proven that his mind was as strong as hers ever was with a few well-timed, surprising questions. She was sure that he would excel at anything he chose to do, and she knew that any son of Gaucho's must be proficient in combat. Besides, he would have to protect himself and his family, one day. She touched her muzzle to Gaucho's cheek. "Zenobia ivezh. Me essalat, eventually... Me shim ahhaz." She tried to mask her concern for her daughter, knowing that nothing they could do would make any difference in the filly'is wandering ways. "Shafka imesh ma ivezh once, I'm sure," she added, lipping at his mane playfully. "Zenobia is just san venat mae ave." It stung, knowing how needed their princess was here, knowing that she chose everything else over them - but didn't they have enough to worry about already? Zenobia was well-equipped to take care of herself. She would come home when she was ready, and not a moment sooner. Translations :: 1 | Rhoa makes us proud, my sun and stars. 2 | Ivezho follows me to start the Academy. He grows strong in body and in heart. He needs warrior training. I will send him to you. You will make him fierce. 3 | Zenobia is wild. She will return eventually... and then she will be calm. 4 | You were young and wild once, I'm sure. 5 | Zenobia is just too much like her father. shekh ma shieraki anni | my sun and stars ittelat | to make something well proven athjahakar | pride elat | to follow anna | me evvat | to start something me | he, she, it hajolat | to grow strong khado | body ma | and zhor | heart zigerelat | to require, to need lajak | fighter! warrior lajilat | to spar, to train azhat | to give mae | him, her, it; his, hers, it's shafka | you (respectful) ivezholat | to grow fierce ivezh | wild essalat | to return shim | tame ahhaz | then (of close or immediate future) imesh | young san | much, many venat | to be like! to be similar to ave | father RE: Burn Together - Gaucho - 11-30-2014
RE: Burn Together - Sohalia - 12-04-2014 The dove was not privy to Gaucho's memories of his childhood, so the moment slipped away without further thought. If she had known that her feeble joke was so far from the truth, she would not have said it; but then it did not appear that the WildFire took offense. In any case, the Transcended found herself wondering just where their eldest daughter had run away to this time. How the daughter of the leaders of the Dragon's Throat lacked ambition - no, that wasn't right. Zenobia had plenty of ambition. It was duty that she lacked. Sohalia didn't understand it, but there it was. She hadn't understood Gaucho at first, either. Zenobia would return when she returned, and there was nothing more that either of them could do about it. Besides, she was determined not to live in the past anymore. She would not be dictated by should-haves or could-haves. But the past gave them plenty of knowledge, and it was this track that her mate's mind took next. It never ceased to amaze her, how keenly intelligent he really was. In so many ways, he was simple, easy - it wasn't difficult to mistake him for a cave dweller. But she had seen another side of him, glimpsed into the truth of who and what he was, and that was a leader. He threw himself, heart and soul, into his role as Sultan of the Dragon's Throat. He would go to any lengths necessary to ensure their safety and well-being. And so would she - in that, as in so many other things now, they were one and the same. "I had forgotten," she murmured thoughtfully, switching easily back to the common tongue in response to his language change. It was true - once there had been a third position, another leader to assist with the ruling of the Dragon's Throat. It had been some time since such a thing had existed - so long that she had almost forgotten it had existed. She smiled brilliantly. "It's a wonderful idea. You're right. I'm just not sure who.." She trailed off, gazing across the still waters of the oasis. "We complement each other, you and I, but it would make things easier. We wouldn't have to worry about leaving things undone while we pursue other things." She nodded. "It's the best thing for our rhojosor." Translations :: rhojosor | family |