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middaeg2020-10-31 01:33 pm
faithlikeaseed) wrote in middaeg2020-10-31 01:33 pm
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Out of the mid-wood's twilight into the meadow's dawn | OTA
Who: fauns fauns FAUNS (and their enablers) (and anyone else)
When: Octeuril 31st
Where: The Haven
What: Somebody set up a trap specifically designed for Fauns. Or tried, anyway.
Warnings: F for Faunery; warnings per thread as needed!
It's a lovely day in Aefenglom and you are ahorrible beautiful Faun.
Somewhere between the evening of the 30th and the midnight advent of the 31st, a disused corner of the Haven has turned into a patch of cultivated wilderness. Somewhere a little after midnight on the 31st, and the beginning of the full moons, several Fauns (and one or two others, Monsters and Witches alike) received an enthusiastic if slightly garbled written invitation to come see what awaits.
Gourd vines of all descriptions drape an abandoned cottage, its floating terraces, and half of a nearby house. Flowers in a riot of colors decorate them, some glowing softly and others exuding a fragrant perfume. The fruits hanging pendant or nestled on the ground defy description and beg to be tasted: There are tiny pumpkins no larger than grapes, thin-skinned and sweet, while massive savory marrows lurk in the underbrush to trip the unwary. A rare fist-sized specimen glimmers with enchantment and grants a rush of energy when eaten--along with fleeting, unpredictable changes (horns, fur, hooves) that make one a little more faunish for an hour or two.
Cheap furniture, clotheslines, and hanging sheets have been used to roughly shape the vines into an impromptu maze. The design's irregular, wandering, like whoever planned the corridors couldn't see what he was doing. It wanders in and out of the cottage, pouching into dead-ends and cozy little clearings that might fit two comfortably and three if they're familiar. Some of them have benches in them; others, piles of pillows; and still others are carpeted in thick and flowering moss. Heavy quilts in a riot of colors and patterns can be found neatly folded in the buildings, waiting for chilled revelers to find them. There are also covered braziers for the truly cold, though they seem powered by magic and not by flame.
Food and drink are lavishly if haphazardly provided, spread out through the bowers like a treasure hunt. Casks of mead with cups attendant, bowls of honey candy and glazed nuts, fruit both fresh and dried, and a variety of different sorts of cheese provide an ample repast (so long as one's not hungry for blood or meat). Entertainment's on the guests to provide, with simple musical instruments (mostly pipes, an occasional lap-harp) gracing many of the grottos; others have toys and games, of varieties both innocent...and not...strewn about them.
There are also oddities here and there in the maze, like the bower where someone took painstaking care to tie a half-hundred feathers to the low vine ceiling. Another nook teams with stingless bees of all varieties during the day. What else might await someone who's looking?
When: Octeuril 31st
Where: The Haven
What: Somebody set up a trap specifically designed for Fauns. Or tried, anyway.
Warnings: F for Faunery; warnings per thread as needed!
It's a lovely day in Aefenglom and you are a
Somewhere between the evening of the 30th and the midnight advent of the 31st, a disused corner of the Haven has turned into a patch of cultivated wilderness. Somewhere a little after midnight on the 31st, and the beginning of the full moons, several Fauns (and one or two others, Monsters and Witches alike) received an enthusiastic if slightly garbled written invitation to come see what awaits.
Gourd vines of all descriptions drape an abandoned cottage, its floating terraces, and half of a nearby house. Flowers in a riot of colors decorate them, some glowing softly and others exuding a fragrant perfume. The fruits hanging pendant or nestled on the ground defy description and beg to be tasted: There are tiny pumpkins no larger than grapes, thin-skinned and sweet, while massive savory marrows lurk in the underbrush to trip the unwary. A rare fist-sized specimen glimmers with enchantment and grants a rush of energy when eaten--along with fleeting, unpredictable changes (horns, fur, hooves) that make one a little more faunish for an hour or two.
Cheap furniture, clotheslines, and hanging sheets have been used to roughly shape the vines into an impromptu maze. The design's irregular, wandering, like whoever planned the corridors couldn't see what he was doing. It wanders in and out of the cottage, pouching into dead-ends and cozy little clearings that might fit two comfortably and three if they're familiar. Some of them have benches in them; others, piles of pillows; and still others are carpeted in thick and flowering moss. Heavy quilts in a riot of colors and patterns can be found neatly folded in the buildings, waiting for chilled revelers to find them. There are also covered braziers for the truly cold, though they seem powered by magic and not by flame.
Food and drink are lavishly if haphazardly provided, spread out through the bowers like a treasure hunt. Casks of mead with cups attendant, bowls of honey candy and glazed nuts, fruit both fresh and dried, and a variety of different sorts of cheese provide an ample repast (so long as one's not hungry for blood or meat). Entertainment's on the guests to provide, with simple musical instruments (mostly pipes, an occasional lap-harp) gracing many of the grottos; others have toys and games, of varieties both innocent...and not...strewn about them.
There are also oddities here and there in the maze, like the bower where someone took painstaking care to tie a half-hundred feathers to the low vine ceiling. Another nook teams with stingless bees of all varieties during the day. What else might await someone who's looking?
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I am Everett Vaughan, a diplomat of the Springtide clan. A pleasure, Sir Reynir. [the rats get good manners from their trainer, clearly!]
A useful trinket to choose! Spoon there is one of the most clever in the batch. Curious, too, so I would be mindful if you don't like critters sneaking about your things.
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It would seem that Reynir doesn't mind critters sneaking around his things at all; as soon as Everett gives that warning, he pulls the little leather back that's slung over his shoulder forward and undoes the clasp, opening it up and offering it out for Spoon to climb into and explore, if she wants to. ]
Clever and curious is a good combo. Much better than clever but not curious. Or curious but not too clever - that one's me, I think!
[ He gives a laugh, bright and amused, but it has a hint of truth and self-deprecation to it, too. Reynir's made some very poor choices in his life, out of a desire for adventure and a lack of foresight about the danger he might be getting himself into.
But there's no changing who you are, and he is certainly curious about Everett. ]
How did you... get? [ He's clearly hesitating over his wording here, not wanting to make them sound like objects when they're clearly fairly intelligent creatures. ] Um, meet, how did you meet all of these little companions of yours?
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[Everett out here radiating supportive, fatherly energy. He believes in you! Person he just met!!
Spoon is delighted to hop into the bag and rummage about. Everett chuckles to further expound on the critters he trained]
I arrived here with my companion, a pet rat from my family's line of them. I've trained many the rat from birth. Her name is Clementine and she's a sociable creature! Many of these city rats met her and so came to know me. A little care, a little training? They shape into outstanding pets even without fine breeding. [it should be clear that Everett genuinely loves these creatures, they're a lifelong passion. Sharing that enthusiasm is a joy for him, others should appreciate them they way he does!]
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Which honestly leaves Reynir stunned for a good few moments - a rather telling pause in which he just can't process how to respond to it. He'd grown up surrounded by people who loved him, but there is a difference between love and support, between love and respect. Very few people have had faith in him - much less complete faith - to accomplish anything at all.
He realizes far too late that the silence is stretching and he ought to have said something, and his cheeks flush a faint pink. He rubs at the back of his neck, stammers out: ]
Ah! I - um, that's - I hope so! Thank you.
[ Fairly embarrassed, Reynir steers the conversation away from himself - he is also interested in what Everett said about his background with rats. ]
Your family line? So, um. Your family are... farmers? But with rats?
[ Is there a word for people who raise rats, specifically? Was that a thing they did in the Old World? Reynir has no way of knowing. He's not exactly a scholar. But he doesn't really know what other word to use.
(It might be nice, just for once, to meet someone else in this place who had been a farmer before coming here... everyone is so sophisticated, so highly educated, and while Reynir loves meeting people from different backgrounds, it can get just a bit daunting...) ]
Oh, I can see that! People underestimate how important it is, just having a little bit of care for animals. They might be a bit different from humans but that doesn't mean they're - less.
sorry for being turbo late here
Not farmers, no, quite the opposite. The Vaughan's are an aristocratic family among the Springtide, for which I was adopted into. Our family crest is the rat, so we choose to raise the creatures as a matter of pride. [Spoon is taking items out from Reynir's pack and showing them to him, as if looking for approval of what he wanted to be fetched. Everett reaches to scratch the creature beneath an ear]
If you care for animals, you should stop by my bonded's animal clinic, sometime. He sees to all manner of creature he can. Us fauns are well suited to the task, seeing as we can speak and understand them fully.