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edited on Jun 18, 2020 23:01:00 GMT -5 by Nerina Lif
Post by Nerina Lif on Jun 18, 2020 18:57:03 GMT -5
[attr="class","text-area"]Octavian plowed through the thick greenery of the Valley of Twins as Nerina jerked on the reins, preventing him from taking his forty-sixth mouthful of grass. "Will you quit!" She rolled her shoulders and sighed, stretching out. "Better start looking for a good place to hole up tonight. I don't know how much longer I can make it without food. Because unlike some people," she added pointedly, "my food doesn't just grow wherever I walk!" Octavian showed no sign of remorse. Sighting again, more dramatically this time, she started scanning the path for a suitable stopping point. She'd done her share of both walking and riding that day, and she was exhausted, saddle-sore, and hungry. Spotting a few trees growing next to a small outcropping of rock, she brightened. "Hey, how about that?" She pulled her horse to a gentle stop and hand-walked him over to the copse, where she set about tying up a picket line while he grazed contentedly. "We made tracks today, big guy. Might even get this load delivered a day early." Octavian sneezed. "You're right. Let's not push it."[break][break]
Sunset found Nerina setting up a dry fire to warm some of her rations, staff close at hand (... just in case.) She took a swig from her canteen and relaxed, rolling her ankles. Her horse idly swatted flies next to her, and the fire popped merrily. Absolutely perfect weather. Reminds me of a night a long, long time ago...
[attr="class","ooc-area"] horses are such assholes ♥[break]open!
During the past weeks she’d spent in Hyrule, Ariadne had seen Castle Town, a bustling city full of life and energy, and didn’t like it. It reminded her too much of Clock Town, but not in a good way, because for some reason Clock Town felt more scheduled and involved, and she knew the people there. Even though she knew she’d learn and grow a lot as a doctor by living there, something just felt… off.
And she’d also seen the homeland of her sistren, a miserable desert vacillating wildly between far too hot for her to want to be there and far too cold for her to want to be there. It was full of Gerudo, hot as the desert sun and cold as the night. She’d enjoyed her time spent visiting, but it hadn’t been for her either. She was just too uncomfortable spending time with other Gerudo.
It was like a siren’s call on the wind, to seek out Labrynna. She didn’t know why, or where exactly, but the descriptions of rolling forests and beautiful nature reminded her of the place she’d felt most comfortable in Hyrule… the time when she was still alone in the forest. It was a biome unmatched in her experience, teeming with life but not quite so wet as the swampland of the south.
And the mountains! She had almost forgotten mountains, so long had it been since she’d been to Snowhead. They apparently had some in Hyrule -obviously the edges of this still kind of counted for that- but it wasn’t the same as what she’d come to expect, having spent so much time in the rocky but relatively flat spaces this world had come to offer. The further she travelled toward the country she had chosen, the more comfortable she felt; for some reason, it was like coming to a home she hadn’t seen yet.
And as the sun started to set, she noticed a distant campfire under some trees. Curiosity drove her, a brashness she wouldn’t have expected to come from herself in any other situation except this combination of comfort and confidence. The crackle of the flames and the seemingly-relaxed nature of the person sitting next to it was only all the more reassuring. As she approached, Ariadne made sure to call out ahead so she didn’t just sneak up on the poor thing. “Uh, hi there, you got room for one more person around your fire? I bring, uhhhh…” she quickly patted at herself to see if there was anything, “snacks, I reckon.”
Post by Nerina Lif on Jun 21, 2020 21:27:47 GMT -5
[attr="class","text-area"] Luckily for Ariadne, Nerina had seen her down the path before she'd called out. She doesn't move like a fighter, that's for sure, and no bandit would travel so openly... alone. Taking a chance, she waved the traveler over. "Always room for another body — particularly if you brought something to add to this!" She gestured to two oatcakes gently steaming on a flat rock next to the campfire and a pot she'd set up in the coals. "No chance you have some honey, is there? Wouldn't go amiss." She settled her back against the rock wall, unobtrusively moving the fire between herself and the newcomer. "These should be done in a few minutes." She kept a close eye on the woman, waiting to see what she'd do next. Really can't be too careful, after all. Labrynnans are notorious criminals, aren't we, she joked to herself. But she has the wrong build. Unless she's... a magic user, actually... That gave her pause. She'd seen it in use, but never in a fight. Adopting the cautious route, she asked, "What brings you this far west, traveler?"
[attr="class","ooc-area"]the line about criminals is from her backstory, just in case that caught your eye 💜[break]Ariadne, open!
Ariadne approached the woman and her fire and took to removing her heavy pack from her back. It was hard carrying everything she owned, but also pretty worth it- she had unfortunately spent all her earnings from the Gerudo hospital on rations and restocking her herbs. The pain of not being able to afford a coach or even a rented horse to Labrynna was merely an excuse for her to experience the road on foot.
Her eyes lit up at the request for honey, and she immediately opened up one of the side-pouches of her giant bag, pulling out a small glass container of honey still three-quarters full. It was one of nature’s great naturally-occurring wound care agents, promoting healing and doing some minor sterilisation of a wound… but she mostly carried it around to make things taste better. And to put in tea. She tossed the container gently toward the human woman and settled down across the fire from her, leaning up against one of the trees with a sigh. Her legs desperately needed the rest.
“I was figurin’ I’d move out here. I sorta popped into existence as far as anyone’s concerned recently and nowhere I’ve looked has felt like home. Somethin’ about Labrynna does.” That might be too close to the truth for her to feel comfortable, but the fire and the night sky had a way of making Ari nostalgic for a time when she didn’t have to hide things. The pitch of her voice raised only the tiniest amount, the broad sounds around her strange accent softening as she relaxed, “It’s been… a long time since I’ve been somewhere quiet. How about yourself?”
edited on Jun 22, 2020 14:58:23 GMT -5 by Nerina Lif
Post by Nerina Lif on Jun 22, 2020 14:56:43 GMT -5
[attr="class","text-area"]She caught the honey gratefully, setting it next to the baking surface. She nodded as Ariadne spoke. "As good a reason as any to settle down somewhere. Although I guess it begs the question... why not just stay at home?" With a wry grin, she continued, "But I suppose I can't fault you for it. I've lived all over the place, and I gave it all up for this." She gestured to the satchel sitting next to her; with its prominent bunny logo, it was clear she worked for the post. "It's definitely worth the time. I get to travel pretty much wherever I want. And as an added bonus, I'm actually getting paid for it."[break][break]
She turned back to the fire, flipping the oatcakes so the other side would brown. She spread both with a generous amount of honey; then, using her sleeve to guard against the heat, she lifted the lid of the pot to stir the contents. A fantastic vegetable-broth smell wafted into the air, making Nerina's mouth water in spite of how many nights she'd eaten it. She watched it bubble for a moment, considering, then pulled out a cup from her bag. Dumping half into it, she offered the hot pot of vegetable soup to her visitor. "Dig in. It's dried stock and vegetables, but it's not bad. Oatcakes'll be finished soon." She blew on her soup to cool it down, swirling the cup before taking a sip. "I don't exactly carry flatware. Hope you brought a spoon."
[attr="class","ooc-area"]makin' me nostalgic for an old RP ♩[break]Ariadne , open!
Ariadne nodded along to what her new acquaintance was saying, relaxing into the soft grass as she watched the food get prepared. It was certainly a sweet gesture, splitting her rations into two for someone she hadn’t met before today - probably? It seemed the world was surprisingly small and interconnected these days, even as the number of people in it grew exponentially.
It was nice, hearing someone talk about something that wasn’t medicine. That was another thing she hadn’t noticed; she had been on the job basically the entire time she’d been here. The only other talk she’d had was being grilled by an ageless witch in a forest about her homeland. And a mailmortal person mail delivery person, this was a highly interesting person to run into. She smiled, knowing she’d have plenty of questions once the time came. Even when her body and mind were tired from the day, her curiosity was never far from hand.
The smell of the soup hit her and it transported her back to a wonderful restaurant she frequented back in the eastern district. Not far from the inn, it had a massive pot that cooked over a flame all day, making the most wonderful pottage. She’d found most of the food here was centred around meat, which was fine, now and then. But not really what she was looking for. This seemed to be more her speed. “Oh yes, of course,” she began, opening another pocket of the pack. Muted clattering sounds came from within before she emerged with a large wooden cup, with which she leaned forward and emptied half the remaining soup into it, “Thank you so much, dear.”
“Quite the same for me, I’m afraid, not too much for carrying a load of spoons. But it’s no trouble, drinking soup is how it should be done on nights like this.” She took a cautious sip, blinked a couple times, and then took another. Even though it burned her mouth, it was good. Better than most of what she’d had in Hyrule so far, which had been provided by innkeeper chefs. “Mm! I, oh wow, this is absolutely brilliant. These must be extremely fresh to hold their flavour this well.” In her excitement, Ariadne had momentarily forgotten about her questions regarding her new acquaintance’s profession. “I’m Ariadne, by the way. It’s a delight to meet you.”
Post by Nerina Lif on Jun 28, 2020 16:10:47 GMT -5
[attr="class","text-area"]Nerina looked on, faintly bemused, as Ariadne retrieved her own cup from her bag. "Meant for you to just eat from the bowl..." She watched the woman's expression change as she tested the soup, smiling a little at her compliments. "Thanks. My sister, she owns a farm east of here. These are hers. We made the base last winter," she added. "I find it makes for excellent traveling rations." As Ariadne introduced herself, she nodded along. "I go by Nerina. I was... originally from this land," she added. "I traveled it far and wide when I was younger. It's a nice enough place to settle down, providing you find the right community." A perceptive listener might note the edge of a warning in her voice.[break][break]
"What about yourself? You mentioned that you're new — you traveling for a purpose, or just a change of view?"
[attr="class","ooc-area"]thank you for your patience <3 ♩[break]Ariadne, open!
Ariadne froze for a moment at the realisation of what she’d done with the bowl and the cup, and then let out a bark of a laugh. “Ha! Oh my, I apologise,” she shook her head, “I’m afraid after walking all day, I’m just a tad burnt out, mentally. I appreciate it, however.”
She took another few sips as Nerina not only introduced herself but gave a little bit of advice on living in Labrynna. It was difficult to properly explain just why she was so drawn to this land that was so unlike anything she had come from. Perhaps it was just the fact that the first thing she saw upon arriving were all the plants of the deep forest, and it had imprinted on her somehow.
But there was more to it than that, if she thought about it deep down. There was something… unsettling about Hyrule. Something that made her almost regret her decision. It was too similar to where she came from. Sure, the races lived in different places and were governed in different ways, but just the fact that people here looked so similar to those back home, the locations to an extent as well, it made her homesick far more than she would have been otherwise.
Perhaps Labrynna or Holodrum would be different, but something said Labrynna, and she was willing to trust her gut if it had taken her this far. A solemn expression crossed her face as she thought about it, no doubt picked up by her conversational partner. “It’s… hard to explain. I’m a doctor by trade, you see, and I’ve spent a fair bit of my life holed up in a city, and while I certainly appreciate a change of scenery now and again, there’s also a bit more to it.”
Her voice became quieter, still audible but almost difficult to hear, clearly just her own thoughts spoken aloud. “When you realise there’s nothing left for you somewhere, what keeps you around? Obligation, I suppose, but obligation is a heavy burden.” She took another sip of the soup, and let out a breath before looking up at Nerina again. “You said you came from here? I would certainly appreciate any advice you’d be willing to share. I was thinking of moving to Lynna City, perhaps set up my own practice there.”
[attr="class","text-area"]She nodded in understanding. "Travel can do that." Nerina listened as Ariadne neatly dodged her question, taking note of this for later. "A doctor, hm..." she muttered. She nodded along as the woman explained. "So you're from a city, huh. Lynna would probably suit you, then. It's... nice enough, as cities go. It has a river running through it." She thought for a second. "It does have this... weird tower out back, though. I don't know, it always kind of gave me the creeps." Octavian snorted quietly in the background, and Nerina smacked her forehead. "I can't believe I forgot — that's Tavian. Octavian. My horse." He lifted his head and blinked at them, hearing his name. When food did not immediately follow, he turned back to the grass. "He's really sweet. I don't know how I would get my work done without him to help me cover the ground, honestly."
[attr="class","ooc-area"]town mouse, country mouse ♩[break]Ariadne , open!
Ariadne nodded along to Nerina’s summary of Lynna City; upon hearing of her goal to move there, some of the other people she had run into thus far had told her similar things. And while she was mostly interested in the forested aspect of the kingdom, she certainly liked the things she heard about the city itself. Hyrule Castle Town had seemed far too stuffy and blocked in for her, and while it wasn’t like Clock Town wasn’t cramped in some places, it at least had somewhere you could go to breathe.
She lit up somewhat at the introduction to Nerina’s horse, however. Horses were one of her favourite crossovers between… planes? Dimensions? Whatever it was. While she hadn’t personally had one to care for, she was hoping to change that fact when she settled; certainly it would be much easier to go harvesting for ingredients and picking up orders from other places with reliable transportation. “He’s quite big, isn’t he?” came her first thought, accidentally spoken aloud, before the inevitable followup, “Gorgeous, of course. But quite large to be sure. I wouldn’t have expected him to be in the employ of the post.”
There was a beat of silence before she let out a low ‘heh’. “Then again, I know well the draw of things less convenient on the heart. Desire can often overpower advantages more natural. I’d wager he’s a perfect companion for the job.”
Post by Nerina Lif on Jul 13, 2020 15:55:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","text-area"]The woman grinned. "Horse girl, huh?" She had seen that look on many faces before. "He really is gorgeous. I mean, not to brag," she said quickly, "he was just born that way. We originally bought him as a plowhorse, but he never took to it, so... he's mine." The fondness in her voice was more than obvious. This horse meant the world to her, no matter what she meant to him. (It was an unfortunately common affliction of those who owned horses.) "We fell into postal service on accident. I walked into an interview, and, y'know, they always ask if you have a reliable mode of transportation. They liked how he looked and how I rode, so off we went!" She smiled at him. He completely ignored her. "You're welcome to give him some love, if you'd like. He's friendly."[break][break] Sipping her soup, she looked out at the road, considering her response to Ariadne's guarded words just as carefully. "The heart... wants what it wants, but sometimes the head has to step in. I followed my heart for many, many years, and it's led me on paths less taken." She kept her eyes on the horizon as she spoke. "I don't think I've ever regretted most of what I've discovered that way, but there have been... a few things." She fell silent.
[attr="class","ooc-area"]tavie woke up like this ♩[break]Ariadne, open!
At Nerina’s question and interest, Ariadne’s smile became more self-conscious, and she looked quickly down and began fidgeting absent-mindedly with her cup of soup. Her speech seemed to speed up and reveal an awkward shyness that hadn’t been there to this point. “Pff, I’m not so sure if I would call myself a horse girl, I just admire the idea of having a partner who can help carry things and get around to places faster is all. Really, I-I’ve never had one, so I don’t think it’s a proper label.
“But I wouldn’t turn down the option, I mean, if you’re quite certain.” She sat her soup atop her bag, letting it settle into a soft spot and balancing a pouch over the top so that no ants could get in -which was the worst thing to happen to good food- and stood up. She hadn’t realised until that moment how tired she’d been upon arriving, and had to stretch, hearing a couple satisfying pops near the top of her spine.
She began to approach Tavian, trying to do her best to remember what she’d learned from one of her classmates who had proudly worn the ‘horse girl’ label. Approach from the front, but not the exact front, don’t immediately pet, let them sniff you, pay attention to the ears or something? It had been a while, and maybe not every horse was the same, she was realising as she approached that she really had no idea what she was doing. “Alright, love, tell me what you want,” she muttered under her breath, holding a palm out to the horse for a sniff??
Even during this process, she did her best to keep her attention on Nerina’s conversation. Though she spoke with caution, and her eyes never left Tavian, Ariadne did her best to continue in an open, genuine fashion, which seemed to be working pretty well so far. “I’d say my experience has been more or less the same. Most of those ‘follow your heart’ choices have been splendid, some have been less than ideal, and one, we’ll see, but it currently feels like…”
Her hand experienced a slight tremor, to which she reacted by pulling it to shake the arm out behind her back, and then presenting it once again to Octavian. Her voice seemed to cover decently enough, “anyway, should I have presented him with a snack or something?”
She was getting better at compartmentalising the fact that her impulsive decision to permanently ghost everyone from her previous life and thrust herself into this world with nothing had likely been the worst she had ever made.
Post by Nerina Lif on Jul 30, 2021 15:24:31 GMT -5
[attr="class","text-area"] Octavian, ever the gentleman, raised his head to sniff the hand the second time it was offered. He lipped the woman's hand and, finding no treats, continued up her arm to lip at her shoulder, just in case. "You can pet his face, if you'd like," Nerina suggested idly. "If you're gentle and you scratch right under his ears, he likes that." The horse, given no reason to stop, would rest his lips on her shoulder (and drool a little bit) if she allowed it. She let the woman pamper her horse, smiling to herself as she thought back to other, similar experiences. "Horses are good listeners," she said, after a while. "I think that's one of the reasons I love them. When you look at them, it's like... I know this is silly," she interrupted herself, "because I know they can't, I mean, they mostly communicate with body language anyway. But it really does feel like they understand what you're telling them, especially when they just... fix you with that one-eyed stare." She cupped her soup and took a big gulp. Oops. Still too hot. Wincing, she swallowed, then blew on the cup. "By the way, I'm glad you like the soup. I can tell you the recipe, if you want it."
[attr="class","ooc-area"] horses dumb. but also... horses smart ♥[break]Ariadne
To anyone watching, meaning in this case probably exclusively Octavian and possibly Nerina, Ariadne visibly relaxed at the horse’s friendly acknowledgement. In that moment, it would be clear that she had been carrying an extreme amount of anxiety and stress, and had somehow remained high functioning despite it. The horse’s acceptance of her seemed to reassure something in her, allowing that tightly-wound spirit to let up. She stifled a giggle as Tavian drooled on her, and followed the instructions given.
As she reached- gently- to rub his large forehead and scratch the area just under his left ear, the Gerudo responded over her shoulder, “I don’t know why that would be silly. Talking to someone who you can trust and who trusts you is wonderful. Just look at those big, beautiful eyes.”
A chill travelled down her spine, but Ariadne took a deep breath, held it for a second, and let it out. While she regained some of that rigidity to her posture, it was still better than before. She cooed for the horse beneath her breath, “Oh you big, beautiful beasty you. Thank you.”
She reached behind her and, as a proper surprise for Octavian, pulled out a single apple. Holding it in the flat of her hand, she pet his forehead as the horse munched on it. Once he was finished, Ariadne pressed her forehead gently against his before stepping back to the fire, where she once more took up her little bowl of soup and sipped from it. “That would be delightful, thank you so much,” she admitted. “I’m quite bad about keeping a collection of recipes, but I’d certainly love to add this one.”