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STATUS: Problem: The characters have only known each other for like a month even though the RP is 3+ years old. I want them at happily ever after already. But they have only know each other for a month! 13 days ago
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Darin shook her head as rubbed at her eyes, “I’m tired Ridahne, bone deep tired. I’ve been up since dawn and it got hot today, and I did two workings with Astra’s help.” She counted off on her fingers, “I want to eat, I want a cool bath, and I want to sleep. I will work on my letters and my portrait tomorrow. You are more than welcome to stay up. I know you say a lot of business happens at night, but I literally feel like I’m about to drop.”
A voice filled the Seed-Bearer’s mind, “Darin! Darin! We are going to flood the market not tomorrow but the next day and it will rain all that day as well. Not a heavy rain and the flooding won’t be bad enough to hurt anyone or anything, but it will be just enough to play! Yes? Do you approve?”
Darin knew instantly what type of rain and circumstances The Sea and The Sky wanted to create. She heard The Stone hum in approval as well. It was like when the forest of Lihaelen had bent to show her the stars. The part of Astra that was Tasen wanting to make her feel just a little bit more like home. The sky would be gray. The misty rain would cut the heat as it cooled the air. The water from the harbor would come up just enough to soak the ground and create puddles to splash in. If something like this happened at home farmers would be grateful for the moisture for their crops while children would splash in puddles. Darin wasn’t sure how the people of Azurei would react to the unfamiliar weather pattern, but she would be out in the market to splash and play. She had told The Sea that It could create one more grand gesture as long as it gave her warning. It had done so, so she would not stop it. The Sky exclaimed in triumph as Darin mentally approved. Now all the Seed-Bearer had to do was relay the warning.
She stopped in front of an Eija she didn’t know, “Can I give you a message to give to the Sota-Sol?” As the man nodded, she told him, “I would speak to her and the other Sols when I am done in the dining hall. I do not know how long I will be, but I will make my way to their audience chamber when I am done.”
The Eija nodded and accepted the message. So, Darin felt comfortable returning to Ridahne to continue the journey towards dinner. Once there she did her best to avoid the gazes of the people staring at her. It seemed like news of their adventures in the market spread quickly. She didn’t care, or at least she was telling herself that she didn’t care. To be honest, now that the energy of the day was wearing off Darin didn’t like the attention as much as she had. She still found herself smiling as Ja'heil cam to sit across from them. She had wanted to speak to him again, and now she got the chance to do so.
Darin nodded as she answered the question, “Yes. It was me. I speak and Astra listens. Astra speaks and I listen.” She flapped a hand at him, “But enough about me, and my name is Darin, tell me about you. What is it like to be an apprentice Eija? Tell me about your travels. What do you like about your life? What do you not like? What is the one thing that peoples get wrong about it? Tell me about you.”
That was what Darin did. It was how she learned about all the different people of Astra and their lives and their cultures and their hopes and dreams. It was her duty to learn all about Astra and its Children before it was far too late. Learning about others was more interesting anyways. She would question everyone in this room as long as they were willing to tell her. Hopefully, the fact that they knew who she was wouldn’t hinder them or make them shy or reluctant to do so. Absently, she realized that she was making the Sols wait on her whim, but she just didn’t care. She still didn’t like most of them, and she had a job to do. At least that was how she was justifying it to herself.
A voice filled the Seed-Bearer’s mind, “Darin! Darin! We are going to flood the market not tomorrow but the next day and it will rain all that day as well. Not a heavy rain and the flooding won’t be bad enough to hurt anyone or anything, but it will be just enough to play! Yes? Do you approve?”
Darin knew instantly what type of rain and circumstances The Sea and The Sky wanted to create. She heard The Stone hum in approval as well. It was like when the forest of Lihaelen had bent to show her the stars. The part of Astra that was Tasen wanting to make her feel just a little bit more like home. The sky would be gray. The misty rain would cut the heat as it cooled the air. The water from the harbor would come up just enough to soak the ground and create puddles to splash in. If something like this happened at home farmers would be grateful for the moisture for their crops while children would splash in puddles. Darin wasn’t sure how the people of Azurei would react to the unfamiliar weather pattern, but she would be out in the market to splash and play. She had told The Sea that It could create one more grand gesture as long as it gave her warning. It had done so, so she would not stop it. The Sky exclaimed in triumph as Darin mentally approved. Now all the Seed-Bearer had to do was relay the warning.
She stopped in front of an Eija she didn’t know, “Can I give you a message to give to the Sota-Sol?” As the man nodded, she told him, “I would speak to her and the other Sols when I am done in the dining hall. I do not know how long I will be, but I will make my way to their audience chamber when I am done.”
The Eija nodded and accepted the message. So, Darin felt comfortable returning to Ridahne to continue the journey towards dinner. Once there she did her best to avoid the gazes of the people staring at her. It seemed like news of their adventures in the market spread quickly. She didn’t care, or at least she was telling herself that she didn’t care. To be honest, now that the energy of the day was wearing off Darin didn’t like the attention as much as she had. She still found herself smiling as Ja'heil cam to sit across from them. She had wanted to speak to him again, and now she got the chance to do so.
Darin nodded as she answered the question, “Yes. It was me. I speak and Astra listens. Astra speaks and I listen.” She flapped a hand at him, “But enough about me, and my name is Darin, tell me about you. What is it like to be an apprentice Eija? Tell me about your travels. What do you like about your life? What do you not like? What is the one thing that peoples get wrong about it? Tell me about you.”
That was what Darin did. It was how she learned about all the different people of Astra and their lives and their cultures and their hopes and dreams. It was her duty to learn all about Astra and its Children before it was far too late. Learning about others was more interesting anyways. She would question everyone in this room as long as they were willing to tell her. Hopefully, the fact that they knew who she was wouldn’t hinder them or make them shy or reluctant to do so. Absently, she realized that she was making the Sols wait on her whim, but she just didn’t care. She still didn’t like most of them, and she had a job to do. At least that was how she was justifying it to herself.
If we are going to do a new story I would like to leave both Trazie and the Aeva behind.
Let me think about it. I don't want a repeat of whatever happened here.
I am not enjoying this story. I don't know why. I do know that is if I was reading this story I would put it down and not pick it back up. I don't like Zarah. I'm not too fond of Lyra. In fact, right now the only character I like is Headman Kilpatrick and he is not meant to be a main character.
So let me be clear. You are a decent role-playing partner. I would still like to end this story.
So let me be clear. You are a decent role-playing partner. I would still like to end this story.
Continuing the story about Aeva without the Aeva and their partner at 4he forefront does not sound appealing. I also sincerely doubt that killing a character off will make me like this story anymore than I do now.
What did you have in mind?
Time to be honest. I am just not having fun with this role-play. It's nothing either one of us did. I'm just having problems connecting to the story enough to be invested. Writing Zarah is just tedious rather than exciting. I'm not sure what, if anything, could fix the problem as I'm not 100 percent sure what the problem is.
Adorable? That hadn't been a word used to describe Zarah frequently. Well, her grandmother had used it before she died, but that almost didn't count. Most people described her questions as pointless or interesting if they were being polite. If they weren't the most common word was annoying. Lyra's use of the word wiped the excited grin from Zarah's face. Was the Terran making fun of her? Zarah couldn't tell. She could never tell if someone was making fun of her. It was like something was wrong with her brain. She talked too fast and too loudly. She couldn’t sit still. She would go on and on about the one topic all the time. Was Lyra just humoring her like everyone else?
Zigma sensed his person's distress and bobbed from where he had been hovering near George to closer to Zarah. Honestly, Zigma liked being a glowing orb of light. There were a plethora of perks that came with this form. There were still times when he wished that he could touch or hug people. Good natured hugs seemed to be the easiest way to cheer people up. He wished he could do something more than blink reassuringly. That was one of the downfalls of not having hands. Or arms for that matter. Though it did mean people didn’t try to touch him except for Zarah. So, that was good.
He did telepathically ask, "Zarah? Are you alright?
She gave her head a minute jerk, "It's just more of the same. I can't tell if she's making fun of me or not.
Zigma hummed, "Well, she's answering your questions. Let's focus on that for now. We'll worry about the rest later."
That made logical sense so Zarah turned her attention from possible subtext and hidden meanings to the direct answers to her questions. The answers only created more questions in her mind, and it took more effort than she wanted to admit to not just start asking question after question without even pausing to breath. She wanted to know why Zigma was a ball of light and Jessica was more like a person. She wanted to know how Zigma could learn to make this hard light. As an aside, the hard-light ball felt incredibly cool, almost like it was alive. She didn’t want to be seen as annoying, so she didn’t ask. Zarah wanted Lyra to like her. She wasn't sure why.
Lyra finally answered all the question, but before Zarah could speak George beat her, "If we are going to see a spaceship, which would be awesome, we should go soonish, if not now. It will be light soon, and mountain climbing is safer while the sun is out."
Zarah was forced to agree, "Days on Trazie are short. Depending on how far we have to go we might have to walk home in the dark, so we should limit the time spent in the dark. She reached into her pocket to pull out her map and point at a spot, "This is where we found you." Her finger traced a path, "If I'm understanding you right this is about where your ship is.
George looked over her shoulder, "That is a trip and I am a little bit slower than Zarah when it comes to getting around the mountains. He looked up at Lyra, "Does Mrs. Traveil have a list of chores you need to get done? We can help you finish sooner.
Zarah nodded as she folded up her map. She had hoped that Lyra would say yes to going to see the spaceship, so she was packed much the same as she was yesterday. She would be more than willing to help out with any of Lyra's chores if it meant they go to the spaceship sooner. She really, really, really wanted to see the spaceship. She wanted to take it apart but wasn't sure she would be able to put it back together again. That would not be the ideal. She would have to be content with just looking, and hopefully touching it.
Zigma sensed his person's distress and bobbed from where he had been hovering near George to closer to Zarah. Honestly, Zigma liked being a glowing orb of light. There were a plethora of perks that came with this form. There were still times when he wished that he could touch or hug people. Good natured hugs seemed to be the easiest way to cheer people up. He wished he could do something more than blink reassuringly. That was one of the downfalls of not having hands. Or arms for that matter. Though it did mean people didn’t try to touch him except for Zarah. So, that was good.
He did telepathically ask, "Zarah? Are you alright?
She gave her head a minute jerk, "It's just more of the same. I can't tell if she's making fun of me or not.
Zigma hummed, "Well, she's answering your questions. Let's focus on that for now. We'll worry about the rest later."
That made logical sense so Zarah turned her attention from possible subtext and hidden meanings to the direct answers to her questions. The answers only created more questions in her mind, and it took more effort than she wanted to admit to not just start asking question after question without even pausing to breath. She wanted to know why Zigma was a ball of light and Jessica was more like a person. She wanted to know how Zigma could learn to make this hard light. As an aside, the hard-light ball felt incredibly cool, almost like it was alive. She didn’t want to be seen as annoying, so she didn’t ask. Zarah wanted Lyra to like her. She wasn't sure why.
Lyra finally answered all the question, but before Zarah could speak George beat her, "If we are going to see a spaceship, which would be awesome, we should go soonish, if not now. It will be light soon, and mountain climbing is safer while the sun is out."
Zarah was forced to agree, "Days on Trazie are short. Depending on how far we have to go we might have to walk home in the dark, so we should limit the time spent in the dark. She reached into her pocket to pull out her map and point at a spot, "This is where we found you." Her finger traced a path, "If I'm understanding you right this is about where your ship is.
George looked over her shoulder, "That is a trip and I am a little bit slower than Zarah when it comes to getting around the mountains. He looked up at Lyra, "Does Mrs. Traveil have a list of chores you need to get done? We can help you finish sooner.
Zarah nodded as she folded up her map. She had hoped that Lyra would say yes to going to see the spaceship, so she was packed much the same as she was yesterday. She would be more than willing to help out with any of Lyra's chores if it meant they go to the spaceship sooner. She really, really, really wanted to see the spaceship. She wanted to take it apart but wasn't sure she would be able to put it back together again. That would not be the ideal. She would have to be content with just looking, and hopefully touching it.
No. It's the hotspot. Since it works of the mobile network it can be a bit patchy.
And that's not quite what happened but that sentence made me laugh. George got yanked from a side ally. Headman Kilpatrick is pretty big though. Pretty cool too.
And that's not quite what happened but that sentence made me laugh. George got yanked from a side ally. Headman Kilpatrick is pretty big though. Pretty cool too.
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