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Illian The Silent
(Meilandru)
2/6/2011 11:58:16 PM
PostID: 390927
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Illian stands from the soil, brushing the dirt from her fingers, and makes her way back down the path of stones towards the gateway without looking back.
When she gets back, she nods her thanks to Elenwe, then grasps her staff and sits facing Elenwe, then gestures for him to sit across from her. She lays her staff across her knees, then waves her hands.
It's time for you to learn my language.
Illian needs time to process the thoughts jumbling around in her head, about direction and purpose and task. She knows she needs more control. But most of all, she needs more freedom of expression in her communications with her companions, and she hopes Elenwe would continue to be one of them.
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Game Master
(Rasgorn)
3/24/2011 2:41:06 AM
PostID: 394873
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Celyddon follows her back, walking quietly, keeping his own counsels. He stops at the Gateway, considering for a moment before pulling out an alderwood pipe(musical, not smoking) and gently blowing it free of dust in preparation for use.
Elenwe stands when Illian approaches and then sits back down, mirroring her. He smiles eagerly and nods that he is ready to learn whatever she will teach,I'm ready to learn Illian, ready to also practice some more so that my playing will better match your dancing. Are you okay with that?
Celyddon starts blowing his pipes. Short notes at first as he gets used to playing again, then slowly the notes get longer and stronger and more varied. He keeps stopping, sometimes abruptly, disturbing the flow and tenor of whatever it is he is trying to play. When he hits the right notes, Illian feels it more than hears it. She feels her senses sharpen, hears movement like currents of wind ripping against one another. Suddenly there is a quiet stillness, broken only by Celyddon's tired sigh. She can tell he is no longer alone at the Gate. The smell of it, the sense of it's power and aura fill the air. She doesn't have to look or even see the shocked expression on Elenwe's face to know Celyddon has called a dragon.
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Illian The Silent
(Meilandru)
4/1/2011 1:41:04 AM
PostID: 395716
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Illian starts talking with her hands to demonstrate her point to Elenwe, hoping that his confused looks will turn to recognition when he understands what she wants to teach him, when Celyddon plays his pipes. Illian jumps up from her seated position and feels the presence, and grabs her staff.
She is wary. She knows it's a dragon, and would have to be a friendly or neutral dragon to have come, because she does not think it was summoned. But still, she is cautious.
OOC: If she has the gloves by this point, is there a reaction there?
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Game Master
(Rasgorn)
4/6/2011 6:52:52 PM
PostID: 396272
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OOC-Illian doesn't have the gloves yet. This is all happening before the Yule Fest.
IC-Elenwe gives Illian a happy, encouraging smile when he finally understands she wants him to learn more so she can better communicate with him. He stands up ready to dance then he feels the power too and his face becomes fearful and worried. He looks to Illian for answers, and unslings his bow preparing to defend her if necessary.
She won't need Elenwe defending her. Illian knows that as soon as she grasps her staff. She feels the soft heartbeat of the mist dragon. He is no shade like Streng, but a true creature of this place. The lake is his home and he has known of them since their arrival. He has been waiting patiently for her to call upon him. His name is Hithuial he has come to take her to Brittany.
This post last edited on 4/10/2011 11:46:34 AM
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