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In Camp Fujin 4 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Judani lifts her head at Astarot's question and puffs out proudly. I'm nearly 10 days old, she responds. When Eragon dismisses the group, Diommia scoops Judani up gently, letting her scramble up to perch on her shoulders. They follow Aya a little ways into the woods, but branch off quickly, heading deeper towards the center of the island. The river goes underground further down from the waterfall, and a slowly swirling pool provides a safe drinking spot for much of the local wildlife. Dio settles on the bank, and Judani curls up in her lap. Watching the tiny fish dart around the pond, Dio lets herself slip into a trance, trying to let her consciousness reach out. Curious, Judani rests her muzzle against Dio's gedwëy ignasia and lets their minds meld a bit more.
No posting order still, right? as long as we don't double post or spam @Jasper19
Diommia nods a head occasionally, already somewhat familiar with the history. As Eragon speaks, her gaze drifts towards the other full elf, the Shade with whom she returned, and their dragons. The new Shade's dragon bears some semblance to Judani, in scale color if in nothing else. Sensing her thoughts, Judani indignantly insists on her superiority, to which Dio quickly agrees.
Semblance. None of these could hope to hold a flame to your beauty, she reassures her sincerely, running a soothing finger across the dragon's curling horns.
With a shout, Darya breaks the choke-hold of the shabti, rolling out from its grasp and jumping to her feet. As Tony calls for the lunch break, the shabti stills, and Darya relaxes her stance. She glances at the commotion involving an unfamiliar golden-eyed girl, but with it seemingly under control, she shifts past the bunch and heads towards the kitchen. The note on the fridge pushes her back to her room instead, to an underlit fountain the size of a cat. Its mist throws a rainbow, which Darya slips a coin into and mutters her request.

"Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering. Artemis, daughter of Poseidon."

~

The shabti's crescent kick catches the side  of Reagan's head, and they stumble backwards, catching their footing quickly. Before they can retaliate, Tony calls for lunch, and the shabti shuts down. Reagan pulls off the protective gear and stretches, keeping an eye on the situation with the new girl. They grin at the slight chaos and shift to stretch the other leg.

There's a traveler, an outsider, nearby. Close.

It's a nagging feeling in their gut, like they've left the stove on again. They've felt it a couple times, mostly when a new camper is stumbling around the outside of camp. Without calling attention to themself, they casually start winding back towards the front door. Grabbing a thin windbreaker, they slip outside quietly and start in the general direction of the signal.
@Sanity43217 your turn! Sorry for dropping the ball in keeping reminders going
Gotcha. Thanks!
@Jasper19 Who are we waiting for to go next? I'm a little confused about posting order (or lack thereof)
nope sorry :p
It's @RumikoOhara's turn next 😊
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