Faelyn Tries To Catch a Rabbit (closed/moderated)

[Faelyn]

50th day of Summer, 512

Reaching into her bag, she produced her cloak, and wrapped it around her shoulders. She'd need to stay warm for this little adventure that she had planned for herself. A couple of days ago, Faelyn had been out and about, and had seen a rabbit with a wounded foot. She wanted to help it out, as she had a deep soft spot for animals. Bright violet eyes scanned her room, seeing if she needed anything else, before she scurried out the door. Her clothing, though flowy, still kept her warm in her native home of Avanthal. The inner parts of it were lined with fur. She had made these garments herself. Someday she planned to remove the fur, when she finally left home. She had a feeling that someday she would leave the hold. But she'd need a long time of learning and experiences in her life before she was ready to leave. Especially since she still wasn't entirely emotionally stable yet. Her parent's deaths had a toll on her that even she sometimes didn't realize was there, but that subconciously kept her staying in Avanthal for far longer than she had wanted. It's not that she didn't like it here. She just had a heart for adventure.

Often times, people looked at her very strangely, wondering how a Vantha had managed to have such pale soft skin, compared to the slightly more tanned color most had from being in the sun and snow. Perhaps it was the long amounts of time she spent indoors working on her music. Her room had once been lined with many instruments, but when her father died, her brother took all of her belongings and left. She had never seen him again, but had chosen to continue living in the Snowsong Hold nonetheless.

Being the soft sort of girl she was, she always took time to help those in need, especially when they were too small or weak to take care of themselves. And more often than not, her help fell to animals, as she was usually too shy to try and interact with anyone else. She started to hum as she walked to the area that she remembered seeing the rabbit at. The song was very pretty, and her lovely voice echoed about the road that she walked down. Her lips were turned up into a happy smile. She paused in her walking. There were small spots of red in the snow. And near the small spots of snow were small indents in the snow, barely visible. Perhaps these belonged to the rabbit that she was following. She decided to follow the trail, a hopeful feeling in her chest as she wrung her hands together.

[Ilhor Skyglow]

Ilhor was sitting down on the snow, alone, some ice plates scattered around him, one in his hands. These past weeks have proven very beneficial for him, and he felt ready to systematically pick up his craft again. In any case, he needed a job, and only if he could revive his skills from months of lack of practice, could he ever dream about convincing anyone to employ him. Soft, fresh snow fell on him as he worked, a revitalizing breeze softly moving his hair. He loved to work outside, where he could get inspiration just by breathing the fresh air and watching the wildlife around him. He had been working for 30 or so minutes, having just cut the ice in the initial shape he wanted, when he heard a soft singing coming from the depths of the road. The voice was so beautiful, harmoniously blending with the serenity of the place, that he couldn't help but investigate. He carefully left his sculpture by his side, and stood up to see where the signing was coming from. And there, still some distance away but closing fast towards him, was a young woman, her skin as pale and smooth and beautiful as the snow itself, her eyes glowing in the deepest violet he has ever seen. He didn't think she noticed him, though it seemed like he was coming directly at him, although she must be following some kind of path, maybe a trail, in the snow, constantly looking down to find it again, and up to move forward. "Like a violet lighthouse in the snow", he thought, his artistic side vibrating inside him. As she neared, he prepared to greet her, waiting for her to notice him, not wanting to surprise her.

[Faelyn]

At some spots the snow was deeper than others, her feet sinking farther into the snow, and slowing down her pace a little. This was a helpful occurrence for her, however, since she was able to take more time to look even more closely at her surroundings.

The sky was beautiful today. The way the sun peeked past the buildings and trees, and the way the snow glittered like diamonds. Her song stayed cheery and sweet, echoing her good mood. She usually wasn't able to multitask very well, but when it came to singing and doing something else, she did just fine. Perhaps it would looks somewhat strange as she leaned close to the snow at some places, studying the tiny indents in the icy ground.

She knew what she was doing however, and in her mind, the rest of the world barely existed yet. Lovely mornings had that effect on her artistic mind. Whenever she focused on something, there was true focus. "Aha!" She let out a declarative gasp as she discovered another small spot of blood. She was still on the right track, and continued to follow what she was assuming were the rabbit's footprints.

As the young woman investigated the snow, she saw a pair of feet. She blinked a couple times. That meant there was a person here. Unless these were magical traveling feet that didn't need a body, but that would be silly. She slowly looked up, feeling her shyness creep into her. She hadn't expected to run into anyone else today. It wasn't a bad thing, she was just so.... well. Quiet most of the time. When she came to his face she blinked twice more, her violet eyes shining still. "You... you're not a rabbit."

A moment of silence, and suddenly she felt her cheeks flush. Not a rabbit? What kind of silly thing is that to say? She thought to herself. Way to introduce yourself... She could feel a weight in her stomach as she realized just how embarrassed she felt right now, but was unable to peel her eyes away from him yet. She was frozen in her own shy embarrassment.

[Ilhor Skyglow]

Ilhor let out a small, not unkind, laugh, and smiled softly at her while saying "No, definetely not a rabbit, though there are times I wish I was one! I am Ilhor, of Skyglow, a fledgling sculptor and carver. I come to places like this for inspiration and some quiet time." Ilhor looked at her for a moment, all the evidence was there, but for her elegant and shy nature. "And you must be... a hunter?"

[Faelyn]

She blinked slowly. "Me a hunter?" She was very quiet for several moments. "I... I couldn't hurt anyone. Especially rabbits. Well. Especially any of them." Her voice caught in her throat, and she was suddenly quiet again.

"Faelyn Snowsong..." She admitted softly. "I'm trying to get my hands on an injured rabbit nearby. I think I know how to heal it's wounds." She once again grew silent, her eyes sparkling with shyness.

Why am I able to talk to him? I usually can't even breathe when another person even looks at me? Her cheeks stayed flushed and she lowered her head further, now staring at her feet. She sometimes felt ashamed when speaking to someone about her Hold. Especially if they didn't know her history, and if they were trying to understand her past, and how she fit into her Hold.

Her story was a complicated one, something that was deep and dark. The reasons she spoke the way she did, and the reasons why she even appeared the way she did. Thoughts stirred in her mind as she realized that she was staring off into space.

her gut told her that she should say something. She did her best to do so, opening her mouth, and reaching into her very being for words, but her soft lack of confidence in herself kept her from saying a word, feeling the words caught back in her mouth yet again. But she did, however manage to look back at him with a sweet, amused, and apologetic smile.

[Ilhor Skyglow]

"Her eyes are so beautiful" he thought, an urge to smile coming to him unintentionally every time she looked at him. Seeing her so shy, Ilhor decided to start a small conversation, to get to know her better, and to understand exactly what she was doing out there. "Snowsong! That explains a lot, and definetely your most beautiful voice" said Ilhor softly, as not to embarass her. He was speaking with his palms open, to signal the honesty of his comments, trying to relax his body to help her relax as well. As he was about to open the conversation, he realized that the more they spoke the further the rabbit may be moving away, and might actually be in dire danger, so he quickly returned to the matter at hand. "But we'll have time for chat after we find that rabbit of yours. You were following a trail?"

[Faelyn]

Her cheeks seemed to flush with her radiant, kind, and fairly innocent aura. She was about ready to respond to his comments, but he changed the subject back to the rabbit. Her mind felt a little scattered at first. She felt calm around him, his body language seemed to be working. Her shoulders relaxed a little.

"Y..yes sir." She blinked softly. She knew she could address him by his first name, but she was so used to having to refer to people as sir and m'am. She acted as if it was completely normal, as if she had done it on purpose, not sure what else to do. It was a frail attempt, and was probably very obvious what her goal and reasons were for lying in the first place.

"Isn't this a rabbit's footprint?" She asked of the tiny little indents in the snow. "I saw blood nearby." A look of pity for the rabbit entered her eyes for a few moments, before she realized she was making steady eye contact, and looked away quickly.

[Ilhor Skyglow]

"They seem to be rabbit footprints indeed", Ilhor said, examing them carefully and seeing that they lead further away from the city. For a moment he hesitated, thinking this might be too dangerous. With a careful gesture, he lightly touched his dagger by the side of his belt, and reminded himself of the hunting horn he always carried when venturing out in the wilds to signal emergencies, and calmed himself down. He didn't want to frighten her, and, above all, he didn't want to seem a coward, so he spoke none of his worries. "We better get moving, or we might never catch up to it", he said, and started moving ahead.

[Faelyn]

Her eyes shone as if by touching the dagger he had seemed the most brave person in the world. She slowly peeled her eyes away from the dagger, up to his eyes. Hers seemed to be gaining a few golden flecks in her eyes, but once noticed, they disappeared just as quickly as they had been noticed.

She turned to the trail with a cheery smile and voice. "I knew I was right!" She let out a few chirping notes as she started to follow the prints yet again. Her hands trembled ever so slightly, was it fear, or was it excitement?

Her mind, for a moment traveled back to a time she and her brother had done something similar. They had gone into the forest in order to track down a cat that had run off with something of theirs. As she had the memory, she did her best to try to remember what that item was. As her mind focused, she realized that she wasn't able to know what it was the cat had run off with. Not yet.

A look was sent to Ilhor. Strange that she would have some memories.

[Viq]

Freedom... Freedom is always out of grasp. Even if one escapes the chain, the mark of the criminal stays. And so does hunger. Velocks Winterflame, a hungry criminal. Funny how this works. Plenty of well-fed innocent in that cursed town, scores of hungry criminals around it.

Was it divine providence that had led Velocks to the injured critter before him, or maybe a cruel joke played by sylvan spirits? His mind could only wander back to plentiful feasts of the past, fruitlessly trying to remember how to make a fire.

But maybe! Yes, a singing voice. People! If he could somehow hide that he was a prisoner, and ask for the gift of fire? Maybe they'd want to share? Tit for tat? Still, he had his makeshift weapon with him, a sharpened piece of stone, in case some goody two-shoes decided to turn him in to the Icewatch.

He immediately began his investigation, trying to keep as quiet as possible. It wasn't long before he found the source of the song. A cloaked figure; female, judging by the vocal register. She seemed to be herb hunting, pausing from time to time, but never finding a herb that interested her.

He decided to follow her, but it wasn't long before a young man appeared. More a boy than a man. They seemed to be knowing each other well, but from this distance, it was hard to tell. Just a few steps closer... Yes, they should be pushovers.

"Greetings, friends!", he yelled in his most pretentious tone, and moved towards the young couple, as if to close the distance before they could react. He made sure to not appear threatening, lest his plan should fail. "Excuse my forwardness, but might I interest you in a fair deal?", he continued in a tone that didn't suit him.

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