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Any chance I could dust off a scaredy-cat tiefling witch again? :D
Sorry to lose you, mate. Please let me know if you get this going again =)
After spending a few minutes curiously looking over the corpse, trying to treat the deceased with dignity while probing for answers, Liera sets up her own bedroll, awkwardly wriggling into it. She spends a while laying on her side, stroking her sleeping familiar, before allowing herself to sleep.
You're back! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Hey folks, I heard from Salsa, and he's planning to get this going again on the weekend! :) -Posted with Wayfinder
No worries, mate. Take the break, clear your head, and come back when you're ready to move us on. For now, Liera can just worry and fret in silence. :P
Not that it seems to be a problem at this precise moment, but for the next three weeks, my posting rate is likely to decrease. My smartphone is irreparably damaged, so I'm using an oooooold backup phone until my contract gives me a free upgrade in three weeks. No camera, no connectivity, no browser, nothing - so no posting while I'm out. Please be patient with me; I'm not vanishing altogether, I'll just be a bit slow.
"It seems that way," Liera murmurs, shivering and clutching Speckle close to her chest. The rabbit squirms a little, trying to breathe properly. "What... what did those eyes look like?"
She allows herself a small smile at the thought. "Y-you're right. This is... this is a big thing for me." She shifts her posture, sitting awkwardly, legs folded underneath her and out to one side. "I- I haven't really gone out like this before. It's all very new. Maybe it will change me."
That was fun! :D
Liera blushes slightly at the attention and alliteration. "Y-you promise not to tell?" she asks, just to make sure. She only locks gazes with him for a brief moment, her golden eyes and slitted pupils clear in the light from the fire and moon, before she averts them again.
"Um, y-your math is off," she stammers nervously. "One told is ten silvers, and if a reading's worth three sil-" She stops herself, flinching at her own words. "I, I mean, I, um... I'd like that," she mutters. "H-how long should you wait? Between readings, I mean?"
Liera listens raptly through the esoteric display, hands clasped in her lap, wringing nervously. She keeps her eyes fixed on the fortune-teller's cards rather than his face, having already slipped up once and not wanting to do so again. Speckle wakes enough to show some interest, sniffing at one of the cards before deciding it would be best not to eat them. Her eyes widen slightly at the reveal of each card, more so at the explanations, her breath eventually freezing in her chest. She stares at the cards before her, hands trembling in her lap, the words repeating in her head in a sussurus of whispers. animal friend
She stares back up a Tshilaba, eyes wide with fear and alarm, mouth open to yell, to tell him to stop, to raise the voice shed been afraid to use for so many years... Only to catch herself and gasp in shock when he tumbles backwards, ducking her head again and helping gather the cards awkwardly, long-nailed fingers darting this way and that, her tail twitching under her dress as if wishing to help. "Sorry," she mumbles, though not entirely sure what she's apologising for. "That was- you were- I'm a puzzling person," she finishes weakly, handing over the cards she's gathered and looking away, fiddling with her hair again.
This is going to be very interesting, isn't it?
The girl yelps in surprise at the sudden presence of Tshilaba, entirely too close for comfort. Her slitted pupils shrink in alarm, golden eyes flaring as she awkwardly shuffles back a little, hurriedly shifting her skirts back into place to hide a glimpse of hooves. "Don't do that!" she exclaims in shock, before catching herself and lowering her voice to its usual timid volume, swallowing nervously and fixing her eyes on the ground again. Can't let him see too much, she reminds herself, fidgeting with the socks in her lap. "Three silver?" she repeats, fumbling around in her belt pouch with one long-nailed hand and finding only gold coins. "Well, I suppose... Maybe... Just for something new..." She drops a gold piece into Tshilaba's palm with quivering fingers, before her confidence can leave her altogether. "It can't really be that dangerous, can it?"
Liera listens to Tshilaba's explanation, nodding along. "She is an attractive girl," she concedes, staring off into the trees. "I can see why men enjoy looking at her. And she has her good side - she's resilient, and guided by her faith. She has something worth believing in, and it gives her strength and hope. And I've never seen her back down from what she believes is right." At the talk of fortune-telling, she swallows hard before speaking again. "I've, um... I've never had a reading," she mutters, fiddling with a stray lock of hair, trying to twist it back into place around a horn. "Never really asked for one. Never really thought about it much. But, well... There's still some time before we wake the others, and I was wondering- I mean, if you wanted- ah, forget it," she sighs, giving up on trying to ask. "Probably not worth the time." Folding the blouse, she pulls out a pair of socks and begins darning them, blushing furiously and trying to keep her head down.
"Shelby is strong as a bull and twice as stubborn," Liera clarifies, not making eye contact, her voice and movements small. "If you decide to pursue her, don't expect any reciprocation for a long time. She denies herself, refuses to admit things... she's headstrong, is what I suppose I'm trying to say." She glances down at her work, sees the stains gone, and flushes, setting the garment aside and smoothing her skirts over her legs. After a minute more of silence, she asks, "How do other people judge you? Based on your appearance? It doesn't look like it would be easy to do so." She scratches behind one ear, staring at the ground, and adds, "I didn't mean to ruin your card. Sorry."
While on watch, Liera sits silently, Speckle alternately hopping around the fringes of the campsite and nibbling at the grasses, and sleeping in her lap. She sews as she sits, mending the cuts in Shelby's blouse, using her own waterskin to wash as much of it clean as she can. She speaks little, seeimgly comfortable to sit in silence and darkness. Eventually, though, she glances at Tshilaba and says, "I've seen the way you look at her. You're... you're probably not going to get anywhere with her." She then flushes and goes back to her sewing, lips shut tightly.
Liera abandons her better judgement, and goes in front of Shelby, keeping a hand light on her sleeve, clawed fingers twitching nervously.
As I've mentioned elsewhere: "Congrats" to Archibald, and "Don't sweat it" to Adam.
On the one hand: poor Shelby! :P On the other hand: hey, it's not my character getting all the bad luck for once! :P ...
*drops Misfortune hex on Shelby*
Liera flushes red at the sight of her own clothes straining across Shelby's figure. "Sorry," she mumbles, ducking her head. "Um, the shawl might help. Guess I'm smaller than I thought." She gives a high-pitched whistle and Speckle emerges from the undergrowth, hopping eagerly into her arms, nose twitching. "Oh." As an afterthought, she pulls the book from her pack with her free hand. "I, um... Assume you didn't mean to lend me this one. Sorry." As the group sets out, she keeps glancing distractedly at the ground, at her own hooves, silently hoping her skirts are long enough to cover them from casual eyes. The distraction proves, well... distracting.
Liera takes a rushed step forward when she sees Shelby sink, hesitating when she realizes her foster-sister did so of her own volition. Eventually, she makes her way forward slowly, hesitantly shrugging off a her shawl and outermost blouse, offering them to her in one clawed hand. "Here," she mumbles, averting her eyes. "I, um... I can clean those for you."
With a shrill laugh, Liera sees her hex take effect, vexing the creature attacking her foster-sister. Seeing that one of the goblins is about to be introduced to Awd in a rather gruesome way, she turns her attention to the other, fixing black eyes on it and dripping Infernal curses from her lips.
Yay, misfortune hex! You seem to forget me a lot. Do I need to start posting regular reminders? ;-)
Salsa, can I get a confirmation on whether or not my hex worked?
"Shelby!" Liera gasps in alarm, clapping a hand over her mouth as the creature begins savaging her foster sister. Her eyes narrow in hatred, her hands contorting themselves into wickedly bent claws, all bony knuckles and nauseating angles. Hissing and spitting in an acidic voice, she reaches out to the darkness within her, wishing ills and misfortune on the creature.
Seeing more goblins rushing to join the fray, Liera continues to hurry forward as best she can. One ankle catches on a root and she stumbles, but she continues to move.
Liera continues to stumble through the undergrowth. As she nears the goblin, she stops, crouching and allowing Speckle to leap from her arms and dart away into hide in the flora. She flings a hand toward the goblin, claws extending and curling into a ghastly contortion, hellish syllables spitting from her lips as she reaches into the very fabric of fate.
"Shelby!" Eyes wide with terror, Liera begins hurrying forward with her awkward gait, skirts snagging on undergrowth.
Actually, I think we were level 1, and that was what bumped us. Totes hanging out to see how Kyna's doing. Give it a couple of real-time years. And I know I've already congratulated you elsewhere, but eh, I'm doing it again! Baby Choonling! Eeeeeeeee! :D
That was fun. I'm hoping a certain someone will make another appearance later on :P
Team Whatever: Liera shivers when the chorus of threatening noises begins, drawing Speckle closer to her chest. "D-do you think we're getting close?" she asks timidly, a quaver in her voice.
Us guys:
Not Those Guys: Liera flinches away fron Datura's harsh chiding, heat rising to her ears; she fidgets with one for comfort, clutching Speckle close to her chest with the other arm. She watches curiously as Awd begins looking for the scent of her foster-sister, then gasps in horror and takes an instinctive step back when the plant begins 'sniffing' at her familiar. "No! Bad Awd!" she tries to scold, flicking the hem of her skirt in the plant's direction - not trying to hit her, as the hem comes several inches short of connecting, but hoping to shoo her.
*looks around*
Three days later, I'm still laughing at this. It's too good.
Ouch. My sides. Salsa, I think you just broke me. Shelby reads smut! XD And has smelly feet! XD Anyone else here played Dragon Age: Inquisition? "It's literature! ... Smutty literature!"
The Well-Adjusted Party: Liera shrugs off her pack at Datura's suggestion, rummaging through it with one long-nailed hand. "I, um, might have something... Shelby insisted I carry this with me. Tried getting me to- oh!" A well-worn copy of the Acts of Iomedae falls to the ground with a soft noise, raising a small cloud of dirt - and losing its dust jacket in the process. The girl stoops, picking up the book curiously, and nearly drops it again when she sees the real cover. "... Oh. Oh, my." A blush rises in her cheeks as she flips through the pages out of curiosity. Her eyes widen, slitted pupils shrinking considerably as she stares at a lurid illustration. "... I... I didn't know a whip could fit there!" After a few moments of flipping and staring, eyes somehow widening more with each page, she coughs and hands the book to Datura. "Um, I'd say this would have her scent," she mutters awkwardly.
Hee hee. Shelby has smelly feet. :P
I approve of that deal, even if Shelby doesn't. So, what do I have? :p
I'm geographically challenged. Hush. >.> Salsa, would you deem it reasonable that Liera could have an item belonging to Shelby for Awd to get a scent from? With a rank in craft (shoes), perhaps she could have been mending a shoe or darning some socks or something?
The well-adjusted party: "Um... M-maybe we should retrace our footsteps?" Liera suggests meekly, clutching Speckle to her chest. "I... I don't think it's wise to leave Shelby back there. Sh-she's very stubborn. She's likely to get herself more lost." She bites her lip and fiddles with her hair using her free hand, glancing worriedly back at the way the group came. "A-and the others don't seem too sensible either," she adds, already fearing the tension between Shelby and Tshilaba.
Well, Salsa, you're right. I'm having flashbacks. That bloody hike... Well, I wonder how much this place has changed in <insert proper timeframe here>?
Liera's just waiting to be fetched. If we're ready to move on, I imagine she's had enough time to commune and prepare. :-)
For what it's worth, I imagine Liera sounding like Fluttershy from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. (Do I need to duck after saying that?) Maybe not quite so high-pitched, but certainly with the same mannerisms. Imagine away! (While you're at it, feel free to imagine Neile sounding like River :p)
I know nothing of Avatar, so I'll bow out of that. Shelby is totally Applejack, though.
For what it's worth, I imagine Liera sounding like Fluttershy from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. (Do I need to duck after saying that?)
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