Orchid Espere (
petal_storm) wrote2017-10-23 12:16 pm
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This is my world
Who: Orchid?
When: Some time in the miasma world.
What: A hybrid and her home!
She paced slowly along the edge of the marshland, feet bare as she slogged, testing the waters. Still clean here, the filters were working and the safflowers were coming along, small, white petals bobbing slowly in the fetid breeze. That was good news, safflower and mallowroot would make the utterly detestable cough syrups that were boiled up in fall so much easier for people to swallow. Her Master still didn't know about the village down the thorn path, he was not...social. He liked his games and things on his terms, but growing things for other people in his carefully filtered garden?
Tsk, never.
Honestly he didn't even realize that the miasma didn't effect her. The damp was good for her, and she was plant enough to thrive instead of die. The mild intoxicating effect of her skin would probably shift from drug to poison if she lived in the miasma but...
...visiting she could do. He grew bored and slept more often these days, one seemingly immortal monster waiting for the world to get interesting again. She could steal away and help.
She liked being able to do something. Like the little stream that ran along the thorn path, she'd diverted it from their home garden so the water was clean and fresh for those further down the way. Clean water was nothing to sneer at here. Nor clean, un-mutated plants even if she could only bring them by the handful sometimes...
Her creator had told her, before he left to try to forge another creature that could live in this new world, that she was special. She needed to help...she believed that yes. This was her world, she had to help others survive in it.
That was why today after checking her plants she drew her cloak tight, belting it with a cord and knife sheath before choosing a new path. She check the wild lands...often.
Just in case.
Last time she'd found a flower that was now growing in the far edge of her garden, all knife edges petals and spots, she'd adored it, even if it was not an old world pure strain. New things were beautiful too. Who knew what she'd find today?
When: Some time in the miasma world.
What: A hybrid and her home!
She paced slowly along the edge of the marshland, feet bare as she slogged, testing the waters. Still clean here, the filters were working and the safflowers were coming along, small, white petals bobbing slowly in the fetid breeze. That was good news, safflower and mallowroot would make the utterly detestable cough syrups that were boiled up in fall so much easier for people to swallow. Her Master still didn't know about the village down the thorn path, he was not...social. He liked his games and things on his terms, but growing things for other people in his carefully filtered garden?
Tsk, never.
Honestly he didn't even realize that the miasma didn't effect her. The damp was good for her, and she was plant enough to thrive instead of die. The mild intoxicating effect of her skin would probably shift from drug to poison if she lived in the miasma but...
...visiting she could do. He grew bored and slept more often these days, one seemingly immortal monster waiting for the world to get interesting again. She could steal away and help.
She liked being able to do something. Like the little stream that ran along the thorn path, she'd diverted it from their home garden so the water was clean and fresh for those further down the way. Clean water was nothing to sneer at here. Nor clean, un-mutated plants even if she could only bring them by the handful sometimes...
Her creator had told her, before he left to try to forge another creature that could live in this new world, that she was special. She needed to help...she believed that yes. This was her world, she had to help others survive in it.
That was why today after checking her plants she drew her cloak tight, belting it with a cord and knife sheath before choosing a new path. She check the wild lands...often.
Just in case.
Last time she'd found a flower that was now growing in the far edge of her garden, all knife edges petals and spots, she'd adored it, even if it was not an old world pure strain. New things were beautiful too. Who knew what she'd find today?
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"ITs so tedious..."
::It just .. hurts to know I wasn't ever going to be enough.::
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...was he alone enough for you?
she countered softly. You're both reaching...did you expect to outgrow that need in yourself? He can't hear this if you choose to answer.
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"I dont' really do much other than get plants ready to be planted..."
::I don't know...:: He answered. ::I wasn't going to leave him.::
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Let me show you this... this hummed, pulling his consciousness down to what SHE saw, lines of light and need. Here, you could bond, you just need more pieces I think. Not two people for your mate bond but more.
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"Well its a full time job."
::Ah... I suspected....::
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Most wouldn't. One bond in a century perhaps is a multi-pairing. I wish you luck in such, I hear it's...nice. Anyway. Yup. Why are you two drawing on me?
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"To do... what exactly? I can't go into towns and there's not much to do by myself."
"I haven't been."
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Mmmmm, draw from two. Maybe you're drawing on him, could account for it. Are you a mage?
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"Most of those are in civilization...."
::Somewhat.:: He noted.
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Ah. What are you trying to do?
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"Ruins?"
::Find someone.::
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...can I help?
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"I know but you sounded like you had a particular one in mind."
::I'm not sure. He disappeared yars ago.::
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Who? Can you picture him? Remember him?
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"Most of the ones I come across have been looted."
::Certainly.:: He nodded doing so.
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More, she asked softly, the feel of someone standing just over his shoulder solidifying as she concentrated on his image. Anything you remember at all, connections you felt, all the ghosts in your memory.
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"You'd be surprised." He laughed. "Ive found corpses before..."
GOds it hurt to remember him... remember that he'd left them both. It had apparently.... fractured their bond enough that even his and Markux's had become...broken...
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Hmmm. Why did he leave you two? You both have raw edges... The more the image built up the more she saw in the lingering bonds.
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"Yes." He nodded.
::Do you need to know that to find him?:: He hesitated.
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No it's just odd and I haven't had any mysteries outside my own head in...some time. Reach with me, she asked, reaching down to wrap fingers of power around his wrist and then shifting his arm to reach out toward the image he'd built.
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"I'll have to check them out." He nodded.
Corvus nodded. ::I can understand that.:: Her fingers felt... so cold...
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::What's going on? I can feel her but I can't see her right now...:: Markux asked softly.
He's far, she noted softly in Corvus's ear. See how hard it is to touch him? It was a strain to keep their fingers straight but...if they could force themselves through that, well...
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"Sure." He smiled.
::We're finding Jendiss.::
::What's that?:: HE frowned There were... flowers invading the magic scape?
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::Ah...okay then.:: yup.
Hmmmmm, blood tie. Your Jendiss has kin very tightly tied to plants... she mused softly, forcing their fingers those last few inches to touch the Jendiss image, a shock rippling through the scape around them.
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"Certai....nly... di dyou feel that?"
::Oh... wow...::
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