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Post by Destati Moretti on Feb 10, 2011 10:31:34 GMT -5
So far, everything in the village had been running smoothly, at least repair-wise. Though she took a look at the platforms at least twice a week, it seemed they were all in perfect condition. There didn't even seem to be any rotting on any of them. Although this was a good thing, it made life boring for the young wood-worker. With nothing to do, she felt as if she wasn't earning her keep. Not to mention she was bored out of her mind. Des was tempted to start going around and asking if the village needed anything.
She'd found a quiet area just behind the bunk houses to act as a runway when she wanted to fly. It was easier if she could run and gather speed before willing the air to pick her up. She was there today, making a quick sweep of the platform to make sure no one would get in her way. To the extent of her knowledge, there wasn't anyone besides a few songbirds, so Des charged across the platform and leaped off, falling for just a moment until wind swirled around her. A few leaves had been ripped from their places on a neighboring tree by the sudden rush of wind, so now they swirled around her.
Carefully, she shot upward, weaving through the canopy of leaves until she reached open air. It was a cloudy day, and gray clouds promised rain later on. While most of the other children would feel totally exposed up here, she felt comfortable with the wide, open space. With a sweep of her hand, the air swirling around her launched her forward and carried her a little higher. She began to gain speed until the air she wasn't manipulating penetrated her little orb and slashed at her face.
It was about then that she realized she'd gone too high, and now she was actually inside the clouds. Her heart sped up out of fear and excitement. Soaked and blinded, Destati knew it was too dangerous to stay up here any longer, and the fastest way out was to just let herself drop. Dispelling her little bubble, she dropped like a rock, and as soon as she reached open air again she'd brought the bubble back to slow her fall. Now she was just above the leaves. Now to see how far she was from the village. She wove back through the leaves to find she was just above the Hangout. She must have gotten turned around while she was in the storm clouds. How convenient.
Before she landed, Destati summoned up a strong rush of wind that dried out her clothes. She didn't want anyone to know she hadn't been paying attention while flying. That would be embarrassing. As soon as her feet touched down, the young woman trotted over to a random hammock and laid down in it, crossing her arms behind her head to calm her hammering heart.
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Post by Hayyel Crawford on Feb 10, 2011 17:40:53 GMT -5
Hayyel blinked as Destati came into her vision and settled herself onto the ground. Hayyel sniffed, she could smell the scent of water, crisp and clean on the younger girl. Hayyel's hearing sharpened and she heard the frantic heart beat of her. She could practically see the heart crashing against the ribcage of the other girl. A lazy smirk made it's way onto Hayyel's lips, not a facial expression she usually used. But this time it called for it. Something had happened to the Wood worker and Hayyel's curiosity was peaked. She was much like a cat, the Hunter was. Always getting herself into trouble.
She glanced up at the canopy and saw some gray through the leaves, they wouldn't be able to be out much longer. Slipping out of her hammock, she moved silently over to the other girl. Her feet making no scuffing sounds even though they were in thinly soled combat boots. She had always moved with a predatory nature. Always silent as if she had the grace and fluidity of a big cat, before they had all mutated that is. She made her way over to the other girl, and didn't even try to look graceful though she did. It had been drilled into her brain since she was a young child. Got to move this way or that. She was thankful though.
"Hello Destati," Hayyel said with that smirk still in place, her ears listening to the slowly calming beat of the other girl's heart. "What have you been doing that have you so... flustered?" The knowing smirk stayed there as Hayyel rubbed her earlobe between two fingers. It was easy enough to guess how she knew. Everyone knew Hayyel's power, one that didn't sound that helpful and yet had helped the other girl rise to the Lead Hunter position. It made her an excellent tracker and quite adept at reading other people's emotions. All fear based emotions had their own scent. Flushing was easily spotted, even if it was just a tiny bit by Hayyel's sharp eyes. And the frantic pulse of blood through one's body was always caught by her ears.
Words: 370
Muse: Great ^^
Song: Hip to my heart- The Band Perry
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Post by Destati Moretti on Feb 11, 2011 22:07:59 GMT -5
Destati closed her eyes, reminding herself she was safe in the village, away from the rage she knew the sky could unleash at any moment. Thunder rumbled in the distance, as if confirming her fears. And yet, the sound was oddly comforting, and Des began to drift into sleep. She heard someone start to speak with her, and the voice quickly went from muted to clear as she jolted awake.
Blue eyes flickered open for a moment. She hadn't noticed Hayyel's approach until it was too late, as always. To be honest, the poor girl felt like prey. Des shut her eyes again, a slight frown forming as she listened to what the huntress had to say, tensing slightly before forcing herself to relax. Keeping her cool wasn't something Des managed to do easily. And yet, Hayyel was the Lead Hunter, and therefor, a higher rank that she. Annoyance battled with respectfulness until Des let out a breath. "Nothing. I dunno what you mean." She sounded very nonchalant, maybe even believable. Even so, she doubted that would be enough for Hayyel. If she could tell something was up, she'd know a lie when she heard one. Not to mention Destati was a bad liar. Being dishonest didn't come naturally to her, but once in a blue moon, it actually worked.
Without waiting for a response, Des sat up in the hammock and crossed her legs. There wasn't much point in lying to Hayyel, but her pride wouldn't let her admit she'd been frightened by the little incident that had taken place in the clouds. The sky was her domain, the only place she was completely in control. But all it took was one storm to loose everything. When she'd forced her orb of air away, she feared she wouldn't be able to form a new one. That was certainly a stupid way to die.
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Post by Hayyel Crawford on Feb 14, 2011 16:23:44 GMT -5
Hayyel could smell the younger girl's anxiety, tinging the air with a sour scent. She blinked when the Destati out right lied to her. Why would she do that? It was pointless to lie to someone who could her facial expressions so well. She cocked her head and the smirk disappeared into a quizzical frown. She took in all the movements Destati made and Hayyel knew she was being defensive. But what was it that was horrible that she couldn't tell a fellow Child. Her mind racked the possibilities up like balls in a game of pool. Nudging one out of the way and another, but there were too many possible suspects.
"Destati," she said her voice no longer holding the confident air it had been commanding before. "Whatever it is you can tell me. I won't laugh. If it bugs you this much it must be something important, no?" Her sea green eyes had turned serious, no longer dancing with the flickering mirth they had before. The girl had been nervous when she had first appeared. She had been flying, but for the life of her Hayyel could not grasp what would be so serious as to wound the girl's pride as it had.
She pressed her lips together into a thin line. Chewing the inside of it as she thought, a nasty habit Hayyel had picked up as a child. She glanced back at Des. Or was it merely something so silly that it had made her feel like a fool, like things often did when you were a teen. She didn't know, but she cared. Hayyel always cared about the younger and even older Children in the Village, even if she didn't show it in the right way. Hayyel was often viewed as cold, but her heart was as warm as embers of a burnt out fire on a winter night, they just needed the right amount of breath to get them going.
Words: 333
Muse: Good
Song: Cowboy Casanova- Carrie Underwood
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Post by Destati Moretti on Feb 15, 2011 18:32:43 GMT -5
Naturally, the huntress knew she was lying almost at once. Was she really that obvious? Well, there was still no way she was going to explain things, not to anyone, and especially not to Hayyel. In fact, a stinging retort was on the tip of her tongue, just waiting to be uttered, when she caught the older girl's eye again. She was really concerned. Now that Des thought about it, it had been in her voice, too. She hesitated a moment longer, still not completely willing to tell the whole truth. It was petty of her, sure, but pride was important to the young wood worker. Next to Sciopero, it was one of the most important things to her. But she knew Hayyel never lied. If she said she wouldn't tell, then she wouldn't. That rare character trait was one of the things she liked about Hayyel, though she didn't no much about the hunter in the first place.
Instinctively, Destati did a quick sweep of the area. She didn't have enhanced senses like Hayyel, so she couldn't be sure, but it didn't look like there was anyone else nearby. Turning back to the older girl, Destati explained in a low voice, "Well... I was up flying, obviously, and I went up to high and realized I was flying in the storm clouds. It really freaked me out. I had to just let myself drop to get out of there fast enough. I was afraid that, um... That I wouldn't be able to get enough air around me to stop my fall." As soon as began to speak, she realized how easy it was. She and Hayyel were a bit similar, actually, in the sense that they were both honest, no matter how harsh the truth was.
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Post by Hayyel Crawford on Feb 16, 2011 17:13:58 GMT -5
Hayyel frowned. That was dangerous, but understandable. It was hard not to lose yourself in the moment. Especially if you were doing something as wonderful as Hayyel assumed flying was. After all she almost already knew what flying was like. When she jumped from tree to tree she could almost imagine it, feeling the wind whip at her face and the lack of solid ground beneath her feet made it feel like she was soaring through the skies. So sometimes she was so close not to making her landing just right. So close to hurting herself. But she was always taken care of, it must not be her time yet, Fate had other plans for her.
Pressing her lips together she nodded and said, "It's dangerous to forget where you are, but I understand it. The moments, sometimes you have to treasure them, and yet you should only treasure them after the time has passed in my opinion. But either way, just be happy you are here. Don't be so worried on the fact that you almost crashed." She chuckled, "Just take it to heart to be more careful next time."
She leaned on a tire swing that was directly across from Destati, "What have you been up to recently?" Hayyel couldn't imagine there was much in the way of repairing needed for there hadn't been a horrible amount of rain. Though right now it looked as if the rain was about to start making up for lost time. She didn't mind rain. The rain inside the forest was never as much as it was above or outside the forest. The trees grew so close together that it often wasn't a worry. But the morning mists still could rot out the wood that held the platforms together.
Words: 303
Muse: Weird
Song: N/A
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Post by Destati Moretti on Mar 13, 2011 11:04:09 GMT -5
No sooner had Hayyel finished speaking, Destati rapidly relayed he information she'd gathered the other day concerning the condition of the platforms in her head. As far as she could tell, all the planks were fine, and the nails hadn't rusted. There was one board, though, that was looking a bit old at one end. It was one of the planks that circled the apple tree. But, she could tell it was going to rain soon, and decided it would be better to wait until after it stopped to change the board. There was no point in replacing it so the new one could deal with the rain. Even if it meant more work, it was better than wasting wood.
After summarizing it all in her head, she gave a quick report to Hayyel. "There's one board that just starting to rot, but I thought it better to wait and replace it after the rain," Des replied, absently swirling a few leaves around her fingers. "I think this storm's going to be a big one." As if to confirm her thoughts, thunder rolled in the distance. The storm was moving at a steady rate, making its way to their village. The air swirling around her fingers was wet, she realized. There was no way they were going to escape a rainstorm. But if there was thunder, there was lightning, and Destati hoped the sparks wouldn't ignite the trees around them. With any luck, the storm would gain speed and pass over them before such a thing could happen.
A rogue wind slashed through the branches above her head, rustling the leaves and making the boughs wave ominously. It shook the hammock Des was perched in, but she summoned up a smaller wind to counter it and keep herself from loosing her balance.
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Post by Hayyel Crawford on Mar 17, 2011 15:54:18 GMT -5
Hayyel nodded, a lot of things could happen because of a storm. A lot of terrible things. She breathed in the scent of the rain. But storms were a necessity in the world, they brought much needed rain to the undergrowth beneath the canopy. Few of the lighter rains ever brought enough rain to the bottom of the forest floor that it could survive off it. So big storms were important. She heard the thunder roll and felt the electricity raise the hair on her arms and the back of her neck. Mother Nature was amazing in her power and ruthlessness.
She could feel the danger in the air, but being outside during a storm was exciting. It was a rush that made your blood boil and your breath catch. The wind snatched at her short red hair as she watched the leaves dance around Destati's fingers. She nodded in agreement at what the other girl said, "I too believe this will be a strong storm. Mother Nature just wants us to remember whose in charge." It wasn't like when the adults had been alive. They had always played a gods part, trying to decide who lived and who died. The Children no longer thought like that. They knew that they were mere insignificant specks that were only alive because the Mother chose to keep her alive, or whatever deity they worshiped.
"Do you ever feel small and stupid, Destati?" she asked. Wondering if the younger girl felt the same as Hayyel did.
Words: 255
Muse: Getting Better
Song: I will not bow- Breaking Benjamin
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Post by Destati Moretti on Mar 24, 2011 19:11:00 GMT -5
Hayyel was right about Mother Nature. When the adults were around, they tried to control nature, make it work it their favor, and that never worked out. All they managed to do was trigger disasters, or so she'd been told. It was useless to change how things were. Nature could be used in one's favor, as long as you weren't greedy about it. the Children of the village weren't, so Mother Nature had decided to let their little home among the trees stay put. The first time they decided to do something stupid like change the course of the river, chances were that they'd tick off Mother Nature, and she'd put them all back in their place with a flood.
Though the wood-worker didn't like large bodies of water, rain was just fine. It would take more than a few rain drops and thunder to scare her in doors. Flying during a storm was the best. The air currents were always crazy fast, and had the tendency to change direction unexpectedly. It was like the ultimate roller coaster without a track. Though you'd be soaked by the time your feet touched ground, it was worth it. Even if you ended up sick the next day.
As for Hayyel's latest comment, Destati felt the same. It would have been odd if she hadn't. "On occasion. Times like these, when nature decides to show off, are one of those times," she admitted with a laugh. Rain drops began to hit the platform, leaving behind a small dark circle. More dark spots began to appear, scattered around the area. Instinctively, Destati made the air swirl above them to fend off some of the precipitation. Even so, several drops penetrated the barrier, one of which nailed Des right on the nose.
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