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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 8, 2020 6:45:58 GMT -6
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 8, 2020 6:52:35 GMT -6
Sevyrn didn't have to visit the mansion to know the tales of it - how its existence was ever changing, with the seasons and even the months. There was no time like the present to try something new, however. Accompanied by a split-down-the-middle black and white baby ghaenelt, Brin, Sevyrn left her home that day having absolutely no clue what awaited her. From what she heard in the month of August she should expect a beachy theme to the strange building, and given her fondness of beaches and warmth it seemed like the perfect time for such an adventure.
As tiny paws stepped beside her, Sev was almost overwhelmed by the sight that awaited her as she approached the mystical mansion. The soft wooshing of waves in the distance was immediately calming, yet at the same time there was an eerieness that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. "Stay close," she whispered to her little buddy, though she didn't trust the curious little creature not to run off so immediately elected to pick Brin up from the ground and cradle the ghaenelt against her chest with one hand. Perhaps once she knew what she was getting in to, Sevyrn would feel more comfortable letting the baby wander a bit.
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 8, 2020 7:14:47 GMT -6
Small crabs scuttled across sandy shores, disappearing in to burrows and tide pools that littered the surroundings in a serene beauty. In the distance a large beach house sat among the shade of large palm trees, a sight that was welcoming to those who didn't know just how much of a trickster this place could be. Sevyrn was one of the many who didn't know the true mystery of the mansion, and she was caught in allure as she wandered slowly through the sand. The ghaenelt chittered in her arm, desperately wanting to be free, yet Sevyrn held strong to her desire to keep Brin close. Perhaps once they were closer to the house, perhaps once they were inside... Perhaps if they stopped for a quick snack break beneath the shady palms.
"This is amazing," the woman said in awe to the creature that screamed in her gentle-but-firm hold. "Whatchu think, B? Isn't it rather lovely? I know that the fun starts inside, though. I hope that this is a really great trip."
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 8, 2020 7:18:43 GMT -6
She'd stopped to dip her toes in the water, listen to the crash of waves from an unseen ocean, stand atop high rocks and take in the sights. Nothing could have truly prepared her for what this experience was going to be like, and she found herself overwhelmed in the best possible way. The metaphorical siren's call lured her towards that beach house, though. She didn't want to, not yet, and yet at the same time she couldn't fight the deep desire to see what would await her beyond the cabana doors. The curiosity in her was as strong as always and how was she supposed to deny it?
"Let's go," she said to her ghaenelt, who had grown rather comfortable curled up beside her human as they stood atop an outcrop of large rocks. Always careful with her beloved creatures, she scooped the baby 'nelt back up in to her arms so that she would be safe, and then it was time to start the real part of this adventure.
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 8, 2020 7:22:35 GMT -6
What was real and what was an illusion? Sevyrn knew enough about this place to know that she couldn't truly trust anything that she saw - whether it be beautiful or a potential danger. That was why she had tried to fight the deep, unexplained urge that had pulled her towards the door for as long as possible.
She had to go, though. She had to see what would await her beyond it. Would there be treasures or tricks? Peace or chaos? There were so many questions about the perpetual unknown that was right before her as she stood still right in front of the entrance.
"Well this is it, Brin," she said to the ghaenelt, who squirmed and chittered back at her in return. Perhaps a young one wasn't the best choice for an adventure such as this, but it seemed to be too late to turn around now. After all, how was she supposed to be head first with the unknown and simply walk away?
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 8, 2020 7:27:16 GMT -6
A... plank?
Sevyrn didn't know what to think of what awaited her the moment that she opened those doors. A plank seemed all wrong and yet perfectly right simultaneously, though the rickety bridge to the other side and what awaited her after brought a shiver of fear. As peaceful as the pool of water seperating her from what awaited looked, if she couldn't make it to the other side in one go... well, Sevyrn could not swim - and she couldn't see the bottom of pool.
Luckily, she had a bit of grace to her. Fear of the unknown and of drowning - and of drowning with such an innocent life with her - made her shaky, yet she was still able to cross the narrow plank with relative ease. She hadn't even realized that she was holding her breath until she reached the other side and exhaled in a sigh of relief.
From there a door awaited her, and from there on who even knew? Both afraid and in wonder, she swallowed the ball of stress building in her throat and grabbed the first doorknob of what was likely many and pulled open. What would grace her on the other side?
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Post by Nadia on Aug 8, 2020 13:55:49 GMT -6
The old wood of the door creaks. I wonder what is beyond...?
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 10, 2020 6:19:26 GMT -6
The first steps beyond the door were slow, antsy - Sevyrn had no idea what she was about to face, and yet she was both thrilled and terrified to see what was about to come. She held tight to Brin's little, squirming body as she refused to let the ghaenelt wander far before even she knew what awaited them.
And then... as soon as the door creaked open just far enough for her to be able to see, lush canopies of trees broke harsh rays of sun that somehow beat down from the inside of this mystical house, so real to her that she could feel the summer heat. Long, untamed grass formed a soft sea towards a fork in the road - did she go left, or did she go right? As she wandered down the soft sandy path she had to wonder. What would await if she chose the wrong path? And what if she chose the wrong one instead?
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 10, 2020 6:35:33 GMT -6
Instinct led Sevyrn down the westward path, which seemed to travel farther than seemed possible given the rather modest appearance of the house from the outside. It fascinated her, and lured her deeper and deeper. Just a few minutes and she was hooked on seeing what more there was to offer, what kind of places she would see. After her first sight of what the mansion had to offer she felt safer and more at home, and perhaps it would end up being a mistake but she gave in to Brin's demands and placed the baby on to the soft sandy path beside her.
"Stay close or you're coming back up," she said. The ghaenelt's black and white heads cocked in opposite directions, not quite understanding her and yet feeling enough comfort in Sevyrn's presence that she didn't dare to wander far. Brin ached to explore, though - the tropical flowers that lined the walk way stood taller than she did, after all - the grass, too!
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 10, 2020 6:39:02 GMT -6
Brin's little feet pattering in the sand beside her on its own was enough to bother Sevyrn, who was deeply attached to the creatures that she called her own and always prayed that no harm would come to them. This came especially true for the younger lot, whose curiosity had not yet been jaded. Brin happened to be just one of those overly curious types, seemingly always finding a way to get herself in to a mess. She got it - she really did. They were young and learning and seeking the exciting, novel things that the world threw at them.
That was why as soon as the ghaenelt's little footsteps turned in to a running pace, away from her at that, Sevyrn could do little other than curse to herself. Brin hadn't gone far by the time that Sevyrn's head had turned, and yet she still managed to only catch sight of the little one's black and white tail as she dipped through wildflowers and in to the fields around.
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 10, 2020 6:42:16 GMT -6
Thankfully it was easy enough to keep an eye on where the ghaenelt was, given the rusting of the tall grass with each and every step and movement. Sevyrn knew exactly where Brin was as she made her way towards the baby - what she didn't know was what else might end up being in the grass with her. Was there potential harm? Was there something good for her? Was she just looking for a good six-legged snack hiding in the shade? Had anything caught her eye at all, or was Brin simply behaving like a curious child for no sake other than to act like a curious child? There was no way to truly know.
There was a benefit to having legs multitudes longer than Brin's though - each of the ghaenelt's little steps only moved her deeper in to the fields by inches, maybe half a foot, Sevyrn could clear that distance in only a few steps.
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 10, 2020 6:45:35 GMT -6
Black and white stood out starkly against bright green, that much was a good thing. Sevyrn knew that the rusting just inches away from her was Brin without having to second guess, and by the time that she knelt down to part the sea of grass, the ghaenelt had already looked back towards her human. The look on her face... Sevyrn had to shake her head. Brin looked guilty, like she had been caught doing something that she wasn't supposed to be, and yet proud of herself. Her tail wagged as she vocalized and then, not waiting to see how the girl reached, started to venture off deeper in to the fields.
It seemed safe, so Sevyrn reluctantly let Brin take the lead. The baby's quickest movements were barely more than a speed walk to Sevyrn - if something went bad, then she could be there. "I gotta get a leash for you," she said with another shake of her head. "What's so interesting, B? Where are ya headed off to?"
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Post by Nadia on Aug 10, 2020 8:04:16 GMT -6
 The grass swishes and bends around you. In the distance, the cry of a seabird can be heard - it comes to land nearby. |
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 11, 2020 10:21:13 GMT -6
Sevyrn didn't see the little bird perched upon a rock until Brin got closer to it, rear end shaking in excitement as it stared the ghaenelt in the eyes. What a curious little creature the baby was - and a rather beautiful bird as well. Sev wasn't quite as tiny as Brin was, however, and it seemed intimidated by the human as she approached it. Seeking to ease the tension Sevyrn crouched before it and slowly reached out towards it. The minutes slowed as the tension slowly faded, only for the little bird to eventually hop up on to her hand. It seemed like she might just have a new birdy friend! Perhaps it could be Brin's new buddy, seeing as the pair had taken to each other almost immediately, no introductions needed.
The logistics of it could be worked out later. Worst case scenario she could get her hands on a bird cage, and the bird could live in her house.
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Post by Sevyrn on Aug 11, 2020 10:21:25 GMT -6
"Hey, Brin. You did a good job finding this little guy. Are ya proud of yourself?" Still knelt down, Sevyrn spoke praises to the happy little ghaenelt who was now trying to climb up her legs to get to the bird. It was cute, but became mildly annoying pretty quick. "No," she said in a serious tone to the ghaenelt as she pushed Brin down off of her. Almost immediately the little girl was trying to climb back on her. Behavioral issues - she couldn't really expect anything better from the baby given that she was still learning. There was no time like the present to be stern, though.
"Brin, no," Sevyrn repeated and once again pushed the ghaenelt off of her legs to signify that was the behavior that she was shutting down. It would take time and practice, but at least the trouble that Brin could get in to was generally of the benign variety - it wasn't like something so small was going to be able to really hurt her, for instance.
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