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waiting for an angel - Maitimo - 01-17-2015
RE: waiting for an angel - Aisling - 01-18-2015 AISLING my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things A girl determined to be pleased with everything around her is not easily swayed, especially one so caught by her own dreams as the little white dove wandering through the willows. She had entered Helovia, only days before and was thoroughly enjoying exploring in the fine weather of late Birdsong. The singer would meet up with Kvothe, and his new Troupe soon enough but she had been eager to see more of this beautiful land. If the region was gripped by a silent terror, she had no knowledge of it. She walked quietly through the willows, letting the low hanging wispy branches tickle her back and the tops of her pert little ears. Normally she would have sung as she walked but there was something in the low rustle of willows and the quiet of might that held her captivated. The young maiden finds herself in an enchanted grove, sleeping quietly in the blessed peace of night, and little did she know that here is where her magical destiny awaited her… A scream interrupted her fanciful train of thought. Shocked out of her reverie, Aisling stood deathly still listening for danger, for surely someone was afraid, was in danger, and close. She was certain that the disturbance had come just through the trees in front of her. She waited, listening intently, when she heard no more sounds of an attack, she made her decision. Where a wiser horse might have fled, the kindhearted little dreamer moved slowly forward. If someone was hurt that she had to help! Coming around a sweep of the willows boughs, she finally spied the blue stallion. He looks retched, a handsome form since covered in sweat and face a mask of misery. She stopped here she was, half hidden in the hanging leaves and called out in her soft chords “Dia dhuit.” She began in her native tongue and then realized that she should use what Kvothe had said was the common language in these parts. “Beggin’ your pardon, but are you alright?” her voice held the musical lilt of the Emerald Isle but it was washed in quiet concern. Her head was bent low, reaching forward in a thoroughly un-intimidating manner. She wanted to help, but was so unsure of what it is she could do, of what had caused this poor creature such pain. Kindness, her mother had always said, could heal any wound. Actions in the living world. Daydreams and foolish fantasies. “Words spoken aloud.” Translations: Dia dhuit - Hello RE: waiting for an angel - Maitimo - 01-22-2015
RE: waiting for an angel - Aisling - 01-23-2015 AISLING my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things He is a moment in answering, and in that space Aisling is left to wonder and his appearance. She had never before seen so much color! The stallion that had greeted her in Helovia had had streak in his hair of a similar shade but this creature was covered in blue and sported four horns! What a magical land this must be if such creatures roamed it. Magical and dangerous. Now that she had the time to look, the evidence of this stallions hardships was plain.
The naïve little girl had grown up sheltered, and even after leaving her home, her wispy way across the land had not yet forced her into any hardship or danger. The wounds across his body were barely beginning to heal and how on earth could he be so thin with such a rich bounty of Birdsong all around him? A nightmare, he said, and she relaxed, confident of no danger. His apology seems a bit excessive, but thewhite girl thinks little of it. Her kind smile spreads again, trying to reassure him that he had caused no trouble, and the coo in her voice was aimed for a calming effect. “You’ve not disturbed me, I has just wanting to see that all was well. If…” His second scream, a harsh “NO!”, has Aisling jumping back in alarm. Her eyes went wide for a moment and her hooves seem rooted to the spot. Caught in her confusion it was a second before she saw the change in him. There was a wildness in him, something she could not name or understand, and it puzzled her to watch his eyes as he stood there in his distress. He was there, physically and solidly, there but his eyes seem somehow so far away. Something from an old story came flitting back into her mind, for that’s all her mind seemed to contain was stories and no experiences of her mind. A brave soldier returns home from a terrible war. He is home and safe, surrounded by loved ones, but still haunted by the horrors he had seen. Only the woods witch had been able to help him to forget. He seems to resurface and murmurs another apology, this one comes out in a sob and the girl feels her own heart break for the pain in the other. Her own smokey eyes well with tears, but she blinks them back and tries for the serene expression she had always loved so much on her mother’s face. Without a thought that he might lash out, that he might attack, she moves forward in a cautious step, not wanting to startle him further. “There now… Calma tú féin, mo chara.” Her words are quiet, a soft flow of gentle water. “There is nothing to be apologizing for. I am called Aisling, and I am here to help, so you just settle yourself down now.” In truth she didn’t know what she could do for this beast, but she was determined to try. She curved her careful path, coming up to stand along his side instead of at his front. Gently, she reached her soft muzzle up to press itself to a spot on his shoulder, trying for a reassuring gesture, a grounding touch, and taking a care to avoid the scrapes along his skin. Actions in the living world. Daydreams and foolish fantasies. “Words spoken aloud.” Translations: Calma tú féin, mo chara. - Calm yourself, my friend. RE: waiting for an angel - Maitimo - 02-09-2015
RE: waiting for an angel - Aisling - 02-17-2015 AISLING my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things The way the blue stallion spoke sent a slight tremor down the little mare’s spine. She wanted to help, her kind heart would not allow her to attempt anything less, bit she didn’t understand the depths of what he was struggling against. How could she understand being trapped in fearful memories when all she’d ever had were good ones? Her face fell a little when he posed his question, she hadn’t met anyone with power like that. Still, she hadn’t met more than a handful of horses yet, there was so much more to Helovia that she herself had yet to discover. Who’s to say there wasn’t someone who could help him, or maybe some god? She’d head whispers of The Four who ruled this land, maybe they could help if no mortal could.
“I must confess I know none with that power, but I am only just arrived in this land.” She tried for her most optimistic tone, attempting to lighten the gloom he cast. Her feet danced a step ahead, bringing her face closer to a level with his and gave him another smile. “I’ve see many wonders in such a short time, and I do not doubt there is someone who can help. Maybe I could help you search?” She hoped he would let her accompany him, to send him off alone seemed such a cruel and uncaring thing to do. Her grey gaze fluttered over him, watching for signs of another outburst. He seemed calmer now, and that was good, she wanted to encourage that at least if she could give him no other help. “Not all that trapped, mayhaps…. Ye’ve brought yourself here and are talking to me just as sure as I’m talking to you, and did that all on your own.” Another encourageing nudge was aimed for the side of his neck, seeing as the last had seemed to work. “Why don’t you tell me what I can call you and we can build on that” She thought again, quite suddenly, of the God’s place she’d heard of, somewhere to the south, and thought she might as well offer that option as well. “There are Gods, I’ve herd, that make their home in the rock-lands to the south of here and grant gifts sometimes. I was going to go there myself, would you like to come with me?” That prospect excited her. She could help him find refuge and maybe teach him a song along the way, two travelers joined to seek their quests together! Actions in the living world. Daydreams and foolish fantasies. “Words spoken aloud.” Notes: holy heck I am sorry about that wait! |