Private this sea will claim it all


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Jahra

Scholar of Eventide


the one law: this sea will claim it all—
feed them, catch them, grind their complicated bones.


Emerald Isle

Jahra has fallen truly and deeply in love with the Eventide. The opportunities to learn and grow and help her new community are endless, and when she grows tired of peeking over Aylin's shoulder at alchemy, history, and sorcery books, she takes to the bustling epicenter of their territory to explore further into the depths of the Mother Tree's tunnels, or higher into her strong and supportive boughs where the more adventurous equine situate their dens and built their shops. Jahra has a knack for gravitating towards the busiest parts of Ard Maleficar and the Witchwood, always gifting a smile and a nod to those she passes in her wanderings (though, admittedly, she is still impatient beneath her outward smile ─ the ache to be able to communicate with her herd-mates just as easily as she can communicate with Aylin and Campion grows and grows).

The blue-gray woman has progressed further in her ability to speak the common tongue, no longer butchering simpler words as she tries to expel their foreignness from her maw, but she has come to terms that it may be a long while yet before she can truly hold a conversation with those who cannot understand any of her flowing and graceful ancient Nordlysian. And she will only consider herself a true bi-linguist upon reaching the point that her own mind's thoughts flip easily between Nordlysian and the common tongue with ease and understanding.

This will come in time, the finned woman is most certain ─ if only her certainty could do something to dampen the impatience that rises hot in her chest. On the days that this hot and angry energy consumes her, Jahra takes to the outskirts of the archipelago. There is much to explore and usually she can do so without happening upon someone who tests her knowledge of the common tongue. Today, she has taken to the flourishing Emerald Isle in pursuit of a rather vibrant bird that takes flight each time she nears the tree upon which it had chosen to alight.

Trotting energetically, her tined head turned skyward with curious turquoise eyes, the finned woman does not notice the gilded pegasus who stands just across the river delta she has come to pause at as she nears the illusive avian once more. "Veni, parum avis," she calls in a sing-song voice, "Canticum cantate mihi!"


- Jahra -
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[@Soln ♥]



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Soln

Vagabond



Soln

Soln grumbled profanities at the sun that flaunted itself over him. He dragged his wing away from his face and squinted at the sun. He tried to figure out exactly what time it was that he had slept to. The pegasus had found a well paying job during the night and expecting it to be one quick and simple he had jumped at it. If it seems too good to be true- He closed his eyes again before pulling himself to his feet. Then it is.

The job had been a set up.

His body protested his decision to stand. Though he had sustained no terrible injuries he was bruised and scraped up some. One eye was blackened and his lip split. The same could not be said for those who had attacked him. They were young and inexperienced. Soln had seen to it that they would not make the mistake of trying the same thing twice. Not that he was entirely sure what their goal had been.

Having made his way to the water's edge Soln gulped some water down and began to clean himself. He had sent letters to their families demanding for ransom to be paid and once it was- he would leave. By the time that it was realized that their sons would not be returning Soln himself would be gone. They'll just have to make replacements, a grim smile flit across his lips, maybe they would thank me for the excuse of getting to engage in.. Across the way movement caught his attention interrupting his thoughts.

Initially Soln's reaction was to be defensive. His pride argued that no matter how worn he was he would run from no one. However his high regard for himself would always leave his sense of self preservation to reign over all else. Followed closely by paranoia. After the night Soln had he was in no shape to fight, should it be any threat. He started to prepare to fly away but then he actually saw her.

A doubtful threat.

She followed some bird as though she hadn't even a singular lonesome worry to impose itself on her shoulders.

He watched her with amusement that only grew. His brow furrowed and head tilted he tried to figure out what it was that she wanted from the creature. A pet escaped? An uncertain chuckle came from his lips. Shaking his head he finished rinsing the worst of the blood and grime from his coat and made his way to the woman.

She was an oddity to him.
Seemingly so..
..untainted.

In this world did those like her truly exist? Was it possible to find someone still naive to the harshness of the workings of the world around them?

"Well- I cannot speak well of my singing voice." Soln traipsed cross the water. "So I would rather not." He dipped his head to her as he came close. Soln had slipped on one of his masks. He was a picture perfect gentleman.

"Ah." He poorly feigned the realization that it was not him that she spoke of; all the while with a smile meant to charm upon his lips. "It is not to me that you speak."    

But that can be changed. As he stepped closer still to the woman he made sure to it that his path led him to step onto a twig that snapped beneath him. His eyes of amber turned to where the bird sat. Watching to see if it would leave them now. If it was a pet escaped then it would eventually find its way home. If it were just some wild creature he hadn't a clue how she thought she might bewitch the flighty creature. Should the bird leave her she would not be missing out on anything and he would have her attention; not a bad result for either.


Everyone Loves
To Root for a Nuisance



Sorry for the wait! Holidays have tried to eat me. I love your girl so much. I feel like the post should have more emotion from Soln. Mood wise he was feeling rather wore out, bitter, angry, sly- but his curiosity over what exactly it is that Jahra is doing has caused a mood switch in him. | @Jahra  




TABLE BY CISSY, ART BY HORRAW-X
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ATKDEFDAMHP
 Unicorn 
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BUFF
355ʜs
HS

Jahra

Scholar of Eventide


the one law: this sea will claim it all—
feed them, catch them, grind their complicated bones.


It's so easy for Jahra to lose herself to her own thoughts ─ and it's without hesitation that she concedes herself to them. So often does she follow her own musings that it no longer startles the blue-gray woman when, after an indeterminable amount of time, she returns to the present and finds that she has traveled to the ocean, her finned legs wading into the salted tide, or has curious company peeking into her cozy den, having inquired something of her that had fallen on deaf ears.

The kaleidoscopic bird has her full, undivided attention in this same way. Fond of wildlife, the young woman tends to gravitate towards them no matter the scenario, but it's the warm yearning for knowledge that has coaxed her to follow the feathered creature today ─ she's never seen a bird so vibrantly marked before. Its sunset hues call to her, digging deep into her thoughts as she follows it, wrenching out more curiosity with each moment that passes. She wonders what species it is, and what it sounds like. Does it sing beautifully and lilting? Does it caw like the night-birds found deep in the Witchwood? Jahra's tongue presses between blunted teeth in intrigued concentration, protruding only slightly from her lips as her gaze follows it to its resting place.

Her playful, sing-song request seems to go unnoticed by the winged creature. Instead, it preens its feathers gracefully and for the first time in... well, she's quite unsure ─ regardless of the time that has passed, finally her attention is wrenched from the avian and back towards the earth, enticed there by the smooth, brandy-like tones of a gilded stranger. "Oh!" she says quietly as her lips turn upwards into a welcoming smile. He's handsome, there's no doubt about that ─ but also injured, and Jahra can't resist the temptation to pout as her turquoise eyes find his bloodied, swollen lip. "So─rry," she says in tentative common tongue, "I don't know mu─ch communis linguae."

Her eyes search his apologetically for a brief moment before her gaze flicks skyward once more, but the branch upon which the polychrome bird had once sat is now devoid of vibrant feathers. Hmmph, she grumbles under her breath, but her attention turns quickly back to the golden pegasus. She hadn't expected to come across anyone else in such a remote region of the Emerald Isle... but her eyes aren't complaining.

"You are hurt," Jahra says with finality as she pivots her finned body to face up the river, "Come." She leads him up the river, navigating closely parallel to its bank as they move away from the delta. Her bright blue eyes search with a practiced sweep; many times in her youth had she gone with the healers to supplement their stash of comfrey leaves for their salves and healing putties. Surely there would be some hidden in the warm arms of the Emerald Isle. "Tu loqueris Nordlysian, dignareris peregrinam mulierem? Jahra nomen meum."


- Jahra -
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[@Soln ♥ I'm already so excited for this thread!]



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