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Post by Lethalia on Aug 29, 2021 11:48:19 GMT -6
 For 'who' or 'what' is was (Leth hadn't concluded if she should term the mansion a 'place' or 'person' yet) it was quite understated compared to the usual. On a lesser scale than what could be titled a mansion, the cabana maintained the same feeling the place always had. Buzzing magic, with that undertone of either the house not wanting people here or that the mansion was too good for it's visitors. Any of the above - not typically things the satyr was agreeable with. And still the mansion in all it's forms was the one thing she kept coming back to in this damned city. For all it's flaws, the place did offer temporary relief from the constant ache of wanderlust. Sure enough she was coming to see the same holidays come and go, but this place could keep her satisfied (enough, barely) for years more. If one you go left and the next you go right, an entirely different location would await.
August|14
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 29, 2021 11:49:18 GMT -6
Maybe that was why she kept bringing Juni back, too. The crystalline cave and seaside cliff they'd 'found were the most unique places provided by the mansion yet. If the hen was some kind of key to unlocking unusual places in the mansion, Lethalia was not letting that possibility escape her. Coming home from that adventure had seen the satyr sleeping the best she ever had under a wood and plaster roof. Smoothing a hand over the exterior wall, Leth wondered at what was usually hidden in the mansion being contained in such a simple cabana. It was luxe compared to what these things normally would be, testament to someone's top-shelf tastes it would seem. The door screeched at her as it was yanked open, normal, but the cavernous echo of it from within the tiny cabana wasn't nearly so familiar. This place was some kind of master in illusion - but what had it managed to cram inside of a little hut this time?
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August|15
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Post by Nadia on Aug 29, 2021 11:55:25 GMT -6
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:53:10 GMT -6
If she'd been secretly hoping for another 'real fabricated' cavern, her hopes were dashed shortly after her eyes adjusted to the indoors. At first glance, everything seemed near normal for the place. Smooth wooden walls on the interior which had been masterfully plastered over, leaving a textured offwhite surface which still looked like it belonged in a beach house. Just - as nice as the place was accustomed to, is all. Looking overhead to the thatching was new too, the interwoven grasses criss-crossing over their heads. Again the thatched roof wouldn't be interesting, if not for it's perfection. Every reed bundle tied in the same spot, placed in the perfect margins between one another. It created an eye-confusing pattern, distracting Leth long enough that Juniper made one of her odd sounds as the satyr took a few absentminded steps forward. Always needy; she should know they'd be off to more interesting things soon enough.
August|16
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:53:27 GMT -6
The satyr's hand reached out to Juniper blindly, while her eyes were only for the thatched roof she was attempting to pry the methodology it was made with out of the final product. Not enough to appease the hen, Lethalia had no choice but to look down when she walked straight into the mass of hen. "What'cha damage, June? We get goin' soon en-" Leth began to soothe, losing her words when she saw where Juniper had gotten in the way. "Shit."The hen was perched on the edge of a ravine, one paw hanging off the edge while glued to the lazily flowing creek below. It wasn't much of an intentional making sure her idiot owner didn't walk off a ledge, but Lethalia was grateful for June's ass being in the way when it was. She pressed a hand to her chest to feel her fluttering heart, willing it to calm and easing away from the sheer drop.
August|17
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:53:43 GMT -6
"You coul' geddown there no problem!" Lethalia accused her hen, looking for all intents and purposes like she might actually put those half-formed wings to use. At her owner's mention her wings twitched as if she understood the recommendation, but leveled her owner with a wanting gaze instead of taking care of it on her own. June's blue eyes followed the stream below, went back up to her owner with a clear plea. "Woul' tha we coul', Juni. I ain' jumpin' down, though." If the hen went herself, she'd leave the satyr without a choice in the matter. Luckily her smarts didn't reach that far - Leth would rank this one among some average intelligence dogs. Which, hey, wasn't all that bad. If she was at least a bit keener than the brown punching bags, there was something to work with in that head of hers that wasn't just pretty.
August|18
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:54:22 GMT -6
Other than being gashed down the center, the room wasn't all that special on it's own. Beach boards hung shocks of color against the beige backdrop of fishing nets, glass bobbers tied into something like a bouquet and hung on every door. Sprigs of potted plumera and hibuscus flowers brighten the windows with their sunny, tropical neon glow. It wasn't a pallet often seen around here. Even for the satyr's 'expertise' in the matter, the small split down the middle of the room was not as miniscule as it seemed. For all she believed the mansion to be mostly benevolent - and if not good then at least it wasn't directly vicious, most of the time - it provided ways to injure oneself as severely as they'd like to try that day. Not today, mansion. Then again. Attempting a leap over the ravine almost looked preferable to the wood board laid across.
August|19
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:54:43 GMT -6
Even Juniper had enough wits to throw her owner a concerned look when she tested the plank with a hoof. While the satyr often relied on her creatures to stay reasonably safe, she also often ignored when they conveyed something wasn't a good idea. "Thinkin' s'fine, June," Lethalia ventured. At least it was just barely bigger than her hooves. Suppose the bigger problem was going to talk the hen across. The ladies had proved to be stubborn about where they wanted to go or do; Juniper wouldn't budge a place she didn't want to. Leth sucked in a breath and steeled herself, inching one hoof out onto the platform. Seemed... sturdy enough. She didn't really want to take a hoof off dry ground, but it would be more convincing (and likely to actually get across) if she did. "C'mon, June!" she beckoned, more confidently than she felt.
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August|20
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:55:00 GMT -6
Looking forward was better than looking down. Look, the other side wasn't even that far away at all! Turning around to relay such to Juniper, she swore when the hen wasn't still lounging on the rim of the cavern. Before her head could run off with possibilities on her, she caught sight of Juniper again, a white blob just behind her on the plank. Swore again when Juniper was reaching for her, making a worried rumbling as she knocked her owner off balance. Grabbing at the hen's neck, Leth failed to get a purchase on her slick scales and slipped backwards. She could hear the telltale scrabbling of claws losing their balance on wood, a long slip of claws skidding off the plank and likely kicking it off into oblivion over there. Didn't have time to look where Juniper ended up - just to orient herself for the incoming landing.
August|21
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:55:50 GMT -6
Who knew the right way to land in water from a completely unintentional cliff dive? Leth sure didn't. Not when the prey-brain was working in overdrive to make up for the lack of knowing, muscle memory from when she was younger and even dumber coming back to her. Her old friend could've been whispering directions directly into her ear. Cross your arms, protect your face when you land, legs out, don't point your toes-In hopes the water wasn't too deep, that was. No matter how deep, water hurt. She'd feel that impact in her legs for weeks with how hard her hooves hit the surface. While not the best position to be in, folding into oneself once enveloped by the water, but lengths better than it could have been. Which would have been a little bit more like, you know, the dying route. Avoiding that today was going to be the highlight.
August|22
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:56:05 GMT -6
The water was deep enough she couldn't kick off the bottom, lacking any grace or familiarity with flailing her way upright to head to the surface. Juniper could have just not done it, but she picked an okay spot to fall. No rocks to kill herself on immedately anyway. Speaking of which. Leth panted and churned water, eyes turned up to the canyon rim. The plank had imbedded itself further back, suspended between the tiny canyon's narrower sections. The satyr suddenly found herself even more grateful she hadn't hit anything on the way down, but sparked an even stronger urgency to find June. Lethalia was building the willpower to bring words to her lips after that shock, when a less-natural glint caught her eye. "Juniper!" The name came more easily to her lips, now that it wasn't such a desperate call. It meant she could stop imaging all the things that could have happened.
August|23
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:56:49 GMT -6
First times for everything. It was the only occurance Lethalia had seen one of the 'lesser' hens put their malformed wings to use. Juniper wobbled in her flightpath, impressive for an unskilled flyer just to keep herself on the narrow path the canyon corralled her into. Her claws splayed when she veered close to the rocky wall, overcorrecting the opposite way and swooping too close to that wall, tail swinging wildly to try and get herself back on track. It didn't take long for her to abandon the concept of flight now that the water was near enough. Candy-colored wings popped closed into a smoother dive, dipping into the water with hardly a splash. Clearly she managed the landing with quite a lot more grace than her owner had. Downside - June wasn't about to be using those wings to get either of them back up anywhere. Ah well, there had to be some way.
August|24
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:57:26 GMT -6
Well. Juniper could stop cocking her ears and straining to catch what direction the distant lapping waves were coming from. Seeing the hen gliding so had tricked the satyr's brain into thinking the hen might just light upon the water like a seabird; it almost looked odd seeing that white head pop out of the glassy surface instead. "June!" Leth called again. Juniper looked at her, but didn't offer much in the way of a response. She was good enough to stay relatively put while her owner paddled up to her, already out of breath from the exertion. Water was horrible. The walls were rocky and craggy, nothing enough to get any sort of handhold on though. A particularly determined sarane might be able to scale it, but that wasn't often Juniper's speed. Especially when she was happier down here with the water; why would she leave? She'd be hard to modivate, but even she'd eventually get bored.
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August|25
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:57:43 GMT -6
Lethalia sighed to herself, venturing to the hen, "Lookin' like th'only way ou' is through. Y'feelin' like some swimmin'?" Not much reason to ask - swimming was one of the few 'likes' the hen posessed. June understood some of the words - swim, yay - but looked a bit bewildered at where her owner wanted them to go. There wasn't much of a current in the narrow creek, and Leth noticed the walls containing water looked a bit too smooth to be real. Or not natural at least. Lest she forget where they were. "C'mon," Leth beckoned, sucking in a breath and kicking off one of the side walls best she could. This wasn't going to be her favorite outing. More than anything else her hair was going to fucking hate it, she hadn't even thought that today would be the day to put it up in defensive braids. Getting in the water with June wasn't exactly part of the plan.
August|26
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 31, 2021 21:59:27 GMT -6
Juniper made a pleased noise that her person was visiting in her watery domain, but the fact that the woman was taking off in front of her she didn't like so much. Humanoids couldn't outswim her! She'd already proved it countless times, but apparently her person needed a reminder. The white's head dipped below the water more naturally than that glide had come to her, readily leaving the air for the chance to instead something more familar. Lethalia might've started swearing a little storm when some kind of white blur passed below her, tucking her hooves up in readiness - "June! Little shit!" she accused when the hen popped back up, just barely ahead of where her human was swimming. Couldn't have been too spooked by their fall, then. Juniper seemed to find the sounds she was making funny, because the hen paused and let her human draw up alongside her. It gave Lethalia an idea; she couldn't help but gingerly reach for the hen's back with the curiousity if she was tolerant enough of the woman's shit yet...
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