Open (Open) Springtime's in the Avanthal's wasteland.

[Miria]

(Check the post I made in Avanthal's OOC regarding this thread.) Spring 2nd, 513 AV Nearing the Icewall gates Partially hidden in the snow with no reason as to why it was left there as Miria nudged the object with her foot. Shockingly enough nothing happened. No overly convoluted trap, it didn't attack her nor did it even hiss. "Now why would you be left here all by your lonesome?" Miria asked picking up the length of rope. The day was open for the Coolwater after having worked so hard for the first part of the season. Having sold arrows the day before Miria took the day to wander around and possibly do something new. Perhaps she'll learn a trick with her archery, maybe figure out how to ride a horse with confidence or even just camp out for the day. Sighing longingly Miria tested the rope in her hands as she tried to remember what she was doing before. Looking far past the Icewall gates Miria stood passive, lost in her thoughts. "Spring comes with the promise of new beginnings and fresh starts."

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Frostfawn Hold "Speaking of fresh starts let's start finding somewhere I can use this." Looking around the archer realized that the closest hold was the Frostfawn pavilion. “The critter center is first on the list eh? Right then.” Bobbing her head every which way obviously trying to keep herself entertained. It was such a curse to have so much initiative sometimes. Even simply relaxing must be done so that the archer receives something more then the loosening of her muscles. Approaching the treeline Miria found a length of wood to accompany her find of the day. Now all I need is a carrot! Nearing the White Elk stables the archer hid her new treasures in her bag before offering her services. “Lo and behold stranger! Today is your lucky day! I have come from my sanctum of Coolwater looking for a chance to meet the other animals of the kingdom. Too much time spent with sea leaves me with a longing for the land and it's beasties! May I help you on your rounds this fine morning?" Needless to say the Frostfawn Miria encountered regarded her questioningly before finally serious considered the offer. “Alright if it's just to mingle with the family I can understand. There is some brushes in the barn which you can use to groom one of our more tamed mares. If you wanna feed them there is also some carrots and straw you can offer them.” A triumphant smile reached Miria's features as she marched proudly to the barn door, leaving behind the more then confused Frostfawn. “The mares! Only the mares! Don't go near the ones with their equipment!” The Coolwater was about to turn back to ask what he meant before she caught a whiff inside the barn. Reeling slightly she leaned away from the door as she tried to peek inside. Only a few more steps and she would be able to bother whatever manner of creature inside but first some preparations were in order. Taking in a deep breath Miria plunged through the door as she toured the inside of the barn. Three horses greeted the Coolwater with a shake of their heads and an excited whinny from one. Smiling warmly Miria drew up a length of her shirt to breathe into as she tried to get used to the various smells the tiny barn had. Play time would have to come later. First she would groom and feed the horses like she promised. Maybe then they will not run her off if she were to tease the animals. Probably not. “Alright lovely horses. I'm here to make sure your taken care of.” Her technique left much to be desired but the archer was able to brush up the general areas that needed attention. Though the Coolwater dared not walk into the stall for fear of what she might step in. Tempting the horses close with the promise of a fresh carrot Miria pulled back on her makeshift fishing pole before getting to work on brushing the mare and gilding. For their patience Miria finally started feeding them the carrots through her 'fishing rod.' Along with a healthy side of hay Miria gave what she thought a generous amount to both horses before looking at the stallion in the back stall. Were she paying more attention Miria would have noticed that the stallion did not break his stare at the Coolwater. Had she known why it was smart to stay away she would have regarded the horse properly. Instead peeking at the package the horse had between his legs Miria simply whistled at the sight obviously impressed. “And that is why they call them studs.” Though she was told not to approach any horses with their equipment still intact Miria could not resist giving some attention to the wide eyed horse. He's even put in the stall farthest from these two. “Aww I'm not going to reject you like everyone else!” the Coolwater coo'd as she found another carrot to attach to her length of rope. Edging out to offer the carrot Miria found herself leaning slightly on the stall trying to coax the stallion over for a friendly discussion. Instead the horse just watched Miria intently ignoring all desires for eating a tasty treat to which Miria redoubled her efforts to lean over the stall. Nearly falling over the archer balanced her the weight of her body on her hand as she tried to stabilize. That was when the stallion acted his eyes full of want and need rushed at Miria causing the Coolwater to lose her grip on her fishing stick. Quick as a monkey she used both hands to stabilize, giving just enough momentum to push away from the incurring wrath of the stallion. Falling back Miria pushed herself away from the offending stall as the horse watched her hungrily from at the edge of the stall. At first glance the archer did not know why he was staring at her so intently but just from that short interaction she knew. The horse looked on and on before looking at the small fishing rod she made then back at Miria. You can keep that. Retreating from the barn Miria's disposition on horses was greatly influenced by what she saw today. If she was ever going to go near a horse again she would make damned sure that they were castrated before approaching them. Checking her bag she still had a large supply of rope to work with. Unfortunately the fishing rod she made had to be abandoned. Miria wasn't going near that horse again. His cruel, offending eyes screamed at her with the intentions of horse rape.

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Iceglaze Hold The best place for interior decorating? Iceglaze hold. Even with the massive shortage of it's members the Iceglaze managed to keep up a decent pace. The Iceglaze were somewhat inspirational to Miria she would admit. They were the ones known for getting involved in disasters but the Iceglaze have never really spent much time being depressed. They were of a sturdy type that Miria knew she could not compete with. "All and all though. A builder is what I'll need for that new hutch for my room. Can't keep all my fletching tools to the side forever can I?" In the plain looking hold Miria found herself a member to talk to upon entering. "Hi there. I am looking for an Iceglaze that sells furniture. I've been needing a place to put my work supplies and a hutch seems like something I can use. Do you know any fellow Iceglaze that makes any?" The man shrugged slightly before explaining that he was not in fact an Iceglaze. He too was also looking for an Iceglaze to settle matters with his broken bed. "Seems like we all need more Iceglazes nowadays." Miria watched the man leave with a farewell nod before turning her attention to whoever else was in the room. Entering a long winding hallway on the far side Miria only noticed met with locked doors and vacant rooms. Finally coming across an Iceglaze Miria found the reason why so many rooms were abandoned. "Work has been keeping most of the hold's members busy. Maintenance on the snow structures all around Avanthal was the most important line of work Iceglazes have been busy with." Asking about actually making the furniture made her receive a worried look from the Iceglaze. "Of course we still to the occasional commercial duties but it will take awhile for someone to gather the materials, mold the piece and deliver it to your arvinta. I'm afraid your going to have to wait quite awhile for that fancy piece. A lot of our shapers might have lost their touch in the hutch making process." Sighing sadly at the news on the Iceglaze front Miria led herself out as she looked at the Iceglaze compound. So much of the material just lying close yet little chance of her actually getting one on time. The Coolwater sat idly near Iceglaze hold's steps wondering how hard it was to actually be an Iceglaze for a day. "Perhaps I can try and make on for myself?" the archer said aloud. A smile smirk touched Miria's features as she recalled the amount of tools just lying around Iceglaze hold. "Perhaps. If I find someone willing to haul twenty or so pounds of from the mines and here." Miria sighed dejectedly at the thought. Who in their right mind would spent the day with Miria hauling up heavy material and trying out a new trade neither of them knew about?

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Whitevine Hold Making trips outside of her hold and still doing work for Coolwater turned out to be a tiring venture for Miria as the Coolwater spied a glance of Whitevine hold. Turning her head to the harbor Miria was disheartened seeing the dark winding path back to her arvinta and compared the distance with Whitevine hold which was onlt a few mere chimes away. Biting her lip anxiously Miria opted to take the easier route of trying to convince the caretakers in the hold to let her stay a night. "A night at the local hospice.It might be good for me to rest up and get pampered." Alright maybe less pampered and more spoon fed but I still need some tender loving care. This time the Coolwater was making sure to not make any unnecessary movements as she made her way to Whitevine hold. Her sides ached, her bruises ached, even her aches ached. Frostfawn and Iceglaze had to be the most physically demanding holds to be in, including Coolwater of course. Perhaps it was simply because she wasn't used to the labor from both holds but for some reason Miria felt muscles she wasn't aware of groan from use. Perhaps that length of rope was more trouble then it was worth. Granted it might have saved her in a few tight spots but not before causing the trouble in the first place. "Listen and take heed stranger! For tonight I am in need of dire assistance! Fear not I'm not a bear!" The Whitevine continued to give Miria an odd stare causing a on dissatisfied frown from her before continuing."Hailing from my haven at Coolwater Hold I have spent the day being battered and bruised. I only wish to stay the night in hopes of reaching Coolwater back in one piece." The Whitevine merely shrugged holding open the door to Miria giving her a somewhat irate look. "Happy?" "Very!" Miria smiled giving him a nod in return before walking through the hold. The Coolwater has only visited the area on occasion and was at a lost as she saw only occupied arvintas on each side. "Head up and see if they will let you stay overnight in the fourth floor." Seeing the flight of stairs to her immediate left and right Miria slowly ascended into the top floor to plead her case. Meeting a woman stationed as a receptionist Miria quickly explained her tiring journey thus far before finally getting admitted into a room for the night. "I'll have someone to check up on you so be sure to be on your best behavior," The woman called out before closing the door. Taking it slow Miria sat of the bed for a moment feeling it's plush, soft feel on her skin brought her to giggle nonsensically at the fabric before springing on the offered bed. It's frames groaned at the sudden weight before a small snap was heard. Freezing at the slight scare Miria actually moved slowly this time slowly finding a comfortable spot in the bed. I know I haven't been overeating or anything. I'm not that heavy am I? Sulking at the thought Miria's mood picked up as the Whitevine from the front door came in with a small tray containing her meal. “Oh yay! Food!” Miria exclaimed. A short pang of guilt surged through her remembering her earlier mood. “From what they said you were just overworking yourself today. Fatigue can be really unhealthy, we'll see if we can get someone to massage you before you go to sleep.” Beaming at the turn of event, excited even, the Coolwater's eyes started to glow a light blue giving the nice man a look. “Aww... that's just an excuse for you guys to touch me however you like.” Catching the Whitevine's expression spurred Miria on with her teasing. “But if it's you boy I won't have any complaints.” Waving him away Miria laid back on the bed before doing the world's best stretch. Extending every part of her body Miria extended her arms and legs far out before twisting and turning so that she could even her back can feel the invigorating effects of the motion. Deep breathes followed by a feeling of recumbent bliss found from a good bed Miria then proceeded with the diner they provided her. It was a light fare the type that leaves one belly feeling satisfied but not content with what was placed in it. A simple affair of a hearty soup, bread and a tall glass of water but after the hard work she put in today was one of the most fulfilling meals she has ever had. “Who cares if I'm getting a little fat. Just a little more of this is all I'll ever need.” Yawning sleepily she took one last look around the room they gave her before turning it in. A windowed room with a lit candle on the outside. Miria smiled at the small detail as she then noticed her bag and it's contents sprawled across the table. A candle lit near a window in Coolwater was a small guiding light for it's members just incase they needed help going home. “Just like back home.” Miria smiled as she closed her eyes and drifted into a well deserved slumber. Though Miria's small siesta was interrupted as she woke up to the feeling of cold, slimy hands moving up her legs. Stirring slowly Miria woke up to the sight of a monster holding her down. The light from the candle extinguished Miria only saw the silhouette of some sort of land walking fish monster, a Coolwater's greatest fear. Shouting out in surprised her visitor tensed before lunging toward the archer. In a constricted position Miria lashed out randomly her legs moving erratically every which way before catching the archer's aggressor on the chin. Recoiling from the hit it stood eerily still in front of the frightened vantha before collapsing on her bed. Straining her eyes in the darkness Miria tried to see what had just attacked her. Realization coming Miria now she covered her mouth in distress seeing what she had done. It was the person they offered to massage her. Dabbing her finger on the sticky fluid covering her leg Miria realized it was the cold, sickly feeling was from the oils that they normally used. “Oh no what have I done?” To make matters worse it wasn't just some Whitevine that she didn't knew. It was a Konti healer that Miria did not know. “Are you alright?” Surprisingly enough the unconscious Konti didn't answer her as Miria moved over to check her pulse. Nothing. Nothing? Nothing!!! A small whimper escaped the Vantha's lips as her eyes glazed over from the shock. Her mind was in complete shambles as she tried to figure out what to do. “Someone help me.” Miria's voice barely came off as a whisper while she looked around for help. Spying the rope on the table give the scared Vantha a brilliant idea. Brilliant in a screwy, demented sense. Someone help me hide the body.

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Iceglaze Hold Meal upon meal of dried fruits and salty bread was starting to irk the heck out of Miria as she recently made another failed trip into the wastes. The hunting was not getting any easier but at least she had hoped to be able to eat something moderately satisfying while out in the wastes. That was hopefully going to change now the Coolwater thought as she came across Winterflame hold. "A day spending time with all the cookies. Hope they are tasty." Smirking at her small joke she slowly wandered around the hold for someone to bother. "Hello there fellow chef" The Coolwater could not help but smile at the immediate scoff given to her in return. "The Winterflame in the Luminary commons could be bothered with the instruction of a Coolwater so-" "So you were wondering if someone here will teach you." "That's right!" Miria perked up at the thought of talking to an experienced Winterflame. "Right. Well if you go around the kitchens you might find someone willing to talk to someone while preparing their meal. We get your types occasionally." Nodding in appreciation the Coolwater's next step was to do just that. She just hoped that they weren't making anything rabbit related. (Not Done)

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