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...in which Kyo returns to Riverfall.

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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In the City of Blue Men

Postby Kyo on April 26th, 2015, 5:17 am

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The coyote's tail beat harder when the bird-woman reached down to scratch him, though stilled somewhat when she brought her hand back to do... what? He remembered seeing her hand make strange movements before, hand-shapes. Now she was doing it again. He didn't know what they meant, but he understood they meant something. Though he hadn't seen the blue men do hand-shapes like these, she wouldn't make the shapes without a reason. So he thumped his tail again as they moved forward into the good building together. He accepted the shapes, even though he didn't know what they were or why they were used.

He was also glad that she seemed better now. The wariness had smoothed mostly out of her posture, which was good. The coyote kept by her side, however, instead of wandering off and greeting the other people who looked over at him. He would have liked to know them, to catch hold of their specific scents so that he might remember them if he saw them again in this city-place. But he didn't. He was here with the bird-woman. More than wanting to see the others he didn't want to leave her alone. Not if she was wary of this place.

He couldn't help himself from begging for a pat, though, when another young woman came over, her clothing dragging the smells of the cooking and many other people with it. She spoke to the bird-woman with unknown sounds that at first the coyote did not even know to be language. But her sounds seemed to make sense to his friend. And again she made the hand-shapes, though now the other woman made some back.

It was odd. The human-forms he had known had not made so many hand motions while they spoke. It was like their hands were speaking for them. The coyote understood the idea of body language, and this was like that since the hands were part of the body. Out of all the ways that human-forms spoke, this seemed like a good one. One that he might like to know and use.

As for the words they used... he thought he had heard pork before, though he didn't know what it was just from the word alone. Fish he understood. They were slippery in the water, hard for him to catch, and wrong-hunting for his dogs who didn't like to swim.

Curious as to what stew was, the coyote vanished under the table, crossing in front of the bird-woman's knees to get at the chair next to her. He nosed at it, pressing his head to the legs, pushing. When that didn't work how he wanted he closed his teeth over the wood --different from the barky wood of sticks like in the forest-- and dragged it out.

Then he jumped up, his bad back leg scrabbling and hurting to get into the right place, and then sat on the chair like a human-form might. He didn't remember ever sitting up at a table as a coyote before, and somehow it seemed silly now that he was up here, like play. He looked over at the bird-woman, tilted his head, and grinned. Some of the human-forms were looking this way and he bobbed his head at them as if to say hello. One of the people --a little girl across the room-- laughed in delight, and the coyote warmed at the sound.

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In the City of Blue Men

Postby Khida on May 11th, 2015, 1:35 am

The coyote seemed at ease in the tavern -- more at ease than Khida herself, a solid persistent presence at her side. She had half-expected him to leave when she sat down, to seek out whatever he had entered for, but he didn't. He remained, perked ears indicating attentive interest, until after the waitress had gone. Then he slipped under the table, passing over her feet and around to the other side; the Kelvic woman found the tactile sensation rather disturbing when she couldn't see what was doing the touching. Even though she knew it was him... it was uncomfortable, disconcerting, and she leaned over to look at... whatever was going on under the table.

Only to get bumped in the forehead by a pushed chair.

Khida promptly straightened back up, rubbing at her face. It didn't hurt, it wouldn't even leave a bruise, but the collision had been most unexpected -- and the chair kept right on moving. She gave it a disgruntled look, mildly annoyed... but the sight of the coyote, once he had hopped up into it and seated himself like any other person at table, really was kind of funny. Her hands said as much, as her expression lightened: silly dog. She wasn't the only one to think so either, as child's laughter rang out from across the room; and when Khida glanced for its source, she saw perhaps as many smiles amongst the crowd as she did dubious looks.

The waitress, when she returned with large steaming bowl in hand, clearly fell into the former group. She did a double-take at the sight of the coyote sitting in his chair, then grinned at the canid, closing to place the bowl in front of Khida. Stirring up the contents, the Kelvic woman found that it was fish indeed -- chunks of white flesh in a white broth, with small carrots and potatoes and onion all mixed in, but not too much vegetable in proportion to the fish. It smelled good too, even to her nose -- not the same as the fish of her childhood, which had come from different waters and been prepared by an indifferent cook... but it was fish all the same. Gratitude, fish good, she sketched towards her server, even before picking up the spoon and actually tasting the stew.

Meanwhile, the waitress turned towards the coyote, having reached the definite conclusion that he was not just a dog. "And will you, good sir, be having anything?" she asked airily, half in playful humor and half in earnest business -- just as the query was half addressed to the coyote, and half towards the companion the waitress presumed was responsible for his welfare. But Khida failed to notice that any part whatsoever was meant for her; she was altogether preoccupied with the food she now possessed.
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Postby Kyo on May 18th, 2015, 2:39 pm

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The bird-woman's face brightened, and the coyote's grin stretched wider. When the other woman soon returned with a bowl, he snuffled his nose at it, though he didn't get too close. If the bird-woman was anything like his Sister dog, she wouldn't want someone else nosing at her catch.

It was only when the other woman turned and asked, smiling, "And will you, good sir, be having anything?" that the coyote realized that if his hungry belly wanted to eat then he would need to get his own food. And though he may be sitting in a chair like a human, he understood that he should probably not eat at the table in this form. To the question, the coyote nodded slowly --which felt strange in this body-- then pointed his nose at the bird-woman's dish once more. The woman who had spoken to him brought her eyebrows up, something he had seen others do before, and then nodded back, turning to leave.

For a moment the coyote sat, looking over at his companion. Then he wagged his tail once, flopped down from the chair, and went towards the door. Someone else was leaving, and he slipped through among the feet as he went outside. Then he turned back the way the two of them had come, and trot-limped his way as fast as he could through the streets, retracing the path that he and the bird-woman had taken to get to the food-place.

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Not too long later, a young man wearing a large, tattered tunic would re-enter the tavern, limping on a bad leg that clearly showed an animal bite of some kind. He turned without looking and made his way back over towards the table that he had left. If the bird-woman was still there, Kyo would smile at her, before easing back into his chair from before. His leg was burning from the walk here --especially since this city had a lot of stairs-- but he was happy to be back. And especially happy that he would be getting some food.

OOCSorry for the short length and delay in response. I haven't been feeling so well this past week or so, so please bear with me!

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