eclecticwitch

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Sister Bride of Aubree @Ellion and Bride of Kagan @ghastlyInc
Interacting with Kagan and Bree

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The market was absolutely magical. It had been some time since she had travelled through a market and a city of this size. She was often drawn away by beautiful clothes and fanciful jewellery. Adora could not picture her self ever having a need for any of it, but they were lovely to look at. Bree was much more in her element here. She watched the woman look over the finery and judging whether it was worth what the merchant asked. Adora could stitch up a wound or distil alcohol but she would be easily conned. Bree's shrewd eye was quite impressive.

And then there were the puppies. Adorable little creatures with happy wagging tails. The woman held up the dog as she tempted Bree to buy one. Adora reached out a hand and gently scratched the pup under the chin. As Bree got Kagan's attention something else caught Adora's eye. She gave the pup one last little pat on the head before she wandered over to the stall.

It was draped with decadent silks of varying, bright colours. Stacked and displayed at the stall were a number of books. Most of them appeared to be fiction of some sort, which did not interest her all that much. The books were beautifully bound though. She ran her fingers over finely pressed leather. Some of them had the words embossed on their spines. She moved around the stall and found journals and writing supplies. All of the journals were impeccably worked with images of beasts or forest scenes stamped into them. Some even had stones worked into them. She lifted one of them with a blue stone at the center of a mandala and a brass fastener.

Adora lovingly ran her fingers over the design, absorbed in the beauty of the work. Quite suddenly a shadow fell over her as Kagan approached. At the sound of his voice, she jumped, a squeak escaping her. She turned to look up at him, clutching the journal to her chest. She was surprised by the dogs sniffing at her boots. A smile spread across her face as she leaned down to give them a pat.

"Oh, I uh..." she straightened and finally replied. She held the journal out, looking at it longingly. "No, no. I don't need anything." She set the book back on the stall. She gave it one last loving touche before she turned back to Kagan, Bree, and the dogs. "Was there anything else we needed?"

Summary

Adora is mesmerized by a journal. And there are dogs now.

Lochpine Preserve

Chat with me on discord and we can hash it out darling.

Lochpine Preserve

He's technically not even here yet! Rick has no idea he is arriving. At this point, she and Malcolm.... Mostly Malcolm @BurningCold would be working shop.

Lochpine Preserve

Also, RP is open for business. Post to your hearts content.

Lochpine Preserve

This day on the preserve was much like many others before it. Being summer the sun was hot, making the day about 90 degrees Fahrenheit. What made it even worse was the level of humidity pressed down upon the preserve. The only thing which made the day tolerable was a light breeze which brought cool air from the lake and rustled the leaves in the trees.

Rick awoke before the sun, as was her usual. She ran a comb through her short, black hair and threw on a tank top, jean cut-offs, athletic knee socks, and steel-toed boots. The brownies had done a nice job taking out the scuffs and repairing the tear from yesterday’s climbing adventure. Instead of the gash, there was a hummingbird embroidered into the leather. Not really Rick’s style but she had to admit it was cute.

She was up before Malcolm, which was happening often these days. It seemed to flux, but it seemed to be going on a bit longer than was usual. She was a bit worried about him. He either slept in or had not slept at all. Rick diligently started the coffee pot and the first batch went entirely into the first, ginormous mug. It was about the size of her head and it took some effort for her to carry it. It was, of course, a decaffeinated roast and she added just a bit of milk and sugar to it. She placed it on the railing of the back porch, inhaled deeply, and yelled out into the woods – “HUNTS COFFEE’S ON!” Despite her small stature, the girl had some lungs on her.

When she went back to the kitchen the second pot was almost done. She poured two reasonable sized cups and lifted one to her lips, enjoying the dark brew. She then rummaged through the cabinets to find sugar and milk from the fridge. She dumped some sugar into the cup, thought about it, and then dumped nearly a cup more in before adding the milk. She left it on the counter and downed the last of her own drink. No breakfast today. Ah well, she would rather starve than cook.

From beside the doorway, she hefted a bag over her shoulder, clicked a ring of keys to her belt, and placed a wide-brimmed hat atop her head. The morning would be spent de-ticking the forest nixies. A fun job full of bites that could get potentially infected. As she exited the house, Baldwin scampered up to her. He was a golem concocted of rocks and so old that moss and flowers grew from him. His face was merely a boulder with two round indents that indicated eyes. He was also nearly half as big as the house. He had been a part of the preserve longer than Rick could remember.

“Did you feed the livestock?” she inquired of him. The golem slowly nodded. “And Bonnie, you made sure she did the milking and brushing?” He nodded again. “Then yes, you can help.” She golem moved to pick her up but she danced quickly out of the way. “Thank you for the offer, Baldwin, but I much prefer walking. The nearest N,ixie patch isn’t too far out.” The golem bowed slightly and walked behind her. Despite his size the earth did not tremble nor did the trees seem to block his path. Their limbs and trunks bent and bowed out of his way.

Lochpine Preserve

LOVELY! accepted~

Also working on getting some house interior and farm stuff.

James Darwin and the Professor (MxF)

The only time Harrie had been a cheerleader was in college. For a Halloween party. It had made for quite an energy draining night as she remembered. And all of the free booze. She shook the lewd memory from her head and watched James walk around the cave, pretending himself the first person who had lived here. She considered each spot, already mentally cataloguing what sort of objects she would find were his assumptions true. It also meant going to dig by the lake might be a great idea. Of course, that meant mud and sand. She wouldn't get it out of her clothes for weeks.

Pathfinder. A man on his own.

Harrie approached the mouth of the cave and looked out over the horizon. Her lips were pursed and eyes had a distant, far away look to them. She was uncharacteristically deep in thought. At least uncharacteristic when others were present. She sometimes wondered if the Pathfinder had really been alone. Was he chasing something? Running from someone? Hiding the presence of another individual he wished to keep safe? (That would be an extraordinary feat.) Was he so very different from his brother kin of the time? Had he been alone the whole of his life or did he eventually find a lady love? Start a family? Become a part of a tribe? She rubbed the butt of her palms against her eyes before turning to look inquisitively at James.

The guy was a bit robotic, to be sure. Perhaps he was shy. Maybe her presence was intimidating. She hoped he would come out of his shell a bit more as the day went on. Afterall, a person could speak a hundred languages but it would get him nowhere if he didn't show a bit more personality. She allowed a feral grin to spread over her lips. Of course, there was always whiskey to get a man to show his true colors.

"Now, you've told me what I think. You've told me what other students think. What theories might you have, James? Tell me about your Pathfinder." She crossed her arms under her chest and leaned against the wall. Amber brown eyes searched him up and down as if his body language might tell him more than his mouth. He was great and parroting facts. Now she wanted to hear what he thought though of the Pathfinder.

Lochpine Preserve

Rick's gonna have her hands quite full.

And Hunts is accepted my friend! :)

Lochpine Preserve

Very interesting!! I like it! Accepted.

Lochpine Preserve

Sure, that is just fine! But the fey make the products in the store.