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I can beat the night; Weir, any - Neva - 03-17-2016
I can beat the night, I'm not afraid of thunder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder
N E V A
RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - Weir - 03-18-2016
WEIR
"Season's changing," He comments as they walk, he and Darwin, side by side at a slow crawl. From the fresh emeralds of grass, to the sage of the leaves everything was turning. The shoots beneath them began to toughen, to yellow. The trees would soon burn brightly in crimson and orange, in yellow as bright as any dandelon. They did that didn't they? Change? It was beginning to feel too fast, time was ticking by much too quickly. Quickly, but how he treasured it.
In a blink Neva was grown, a beautiful young woman and smart to boot. He could not be more pleased at her eagerness to learn, to hear what he had to say- and he had much to say. Things filled his mind to the brim, begging to be released, to be shared. It was not often that children did such things as listen, not in this day and age, not in these lands. So few were good girls and good boys, too many out for power, for death and destruction. Not his kids, not his girls.
Weir had done his best to raise her, to do right by the frost covered child he had tucked under his arm and spirited away from the Den. Her Mother had not come, nor had he heard hide or hair of her around any parts, alas, all for the best. He would be pained to part with her now, though one day he was sullen to know she might go. That's what children do after all,grow up.
'Weir, what are you thinking?' Darwin asks, noting the pull at his friends lips, the tug at the corners which hinted at sadness.
The roan stallion sighed before answering, "She's growing up so fast." The sadness has no time to linger, to get the best of him. His thoughts turn to what was, to the present and not the future, not to what ifs.
Daddy!
Her calls echo over the empty fields, reaching him with little interference. "Neva?- Neva?!" He shouts back, consumed by blizzard before much else can be said. When he finally blows over, finally twists around her form he finds his solidity once again. From the hoof up the flakes mold back into flesh, building a horse where once there was none.
"Afternoon" He says with a smile, Darwin blinking up at them both. 'Hey there kid'
In a blink Neva was grown, a beautiful young woman and smart to boot. He could not be more pleased at her eagerness to learn, to hear what he had to say- and he had much to say. Things filled his mind to the brim, begging to be released, to be shared. It was not often that children did such things as listen, not in this day and age, not in these lands. So few were good girls and good boys, too many out for power, for death and destruction. Not his kids, not his girls.
Weir had done his best to raise her, to do right by the frost covered child he had tucked under his arm and spirited away from the Den. Her Mother had not come, nor had he heard hide or hair of her around any parts, alas, all for the best. He would be pained to part with her now, though one day he was sullen to know she might go. That's what children do after all,grow up.
'Weir, what are you thinking?' Darwin asks, noting the pull at his friends lips, the tug at the corners which hinted at sadness.
The roan stallion sighed before answering, "She's growing up so fast." The sadness has no time to linger, to get the best of him. His thoughts turn to what was, to the present and not the future, not to what ifs.
Daddy!
Her calls echo over the empty fields, reaching him with little interference. "Neva?- Neva?!" He shouts back, consumed by blizzard before much else can be said. When he finally blows over, finally twists around her form he finds his solidity once again. From the hoof up the flakes mold back into flesh, building a horse where once there was none.
"Afternoon" He says with a smile, Darwin blinking up at them both. 'Hey there kid'
WINTER IS COMING
RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - Neva - 04-06-2016
I can beat the night, I'm not afraid of thunder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder
N E V A
I'm imagining a golden lion tamarin, for reference.
RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - Weir - 04-16-2016
WEIR
There is obviously no time to waste. As soon as the pair found themselves blinking into view, few hellos exchanged, young Neva is filled with excitement. That excitement soon leads to her bounding away calling for them to follow. As quick as her own hellos are over she is telling them of how she has something to show them, that they must come and see it for themselves. Well, Weir didn’t have to be asked twice, surely this was important.
Like a flash she is off, young legs carrying her quickly over the fields of the Dale. Weir laughs, taken with her enthusiasm that slowly bled into his own giddy excitement.
Legs were nonsense when you could travel in another manner especially with your tortoise soul in tow. With little prompting Weir grabs himself and Darwin, whooshing them both along the currents of air in a tumble of ice and snow. At first it had been most disconcerting this means of travel, he had even been sick a time or two but practice makes perfect, and in no time it was something he came to enjoy.
When she finally does slow Weir himself lingers in wisps, solidifying once more to creep along the southern border with the speckled child. Her eyes slowly scan the trees and he needs little more prompting to do so himself, observing the treeline with patient amber eyes.
He’s about to ask her what exactly they are looking for when she points out a curious creature peeking at them both through the green foliage. A small thing, its face dull against the shock of orange that surrounds it. Tiny fingers grasp at leaves as it watches them both with fearful concern, its dark gentle eyes portray its worry.
“Oh, it’s lovely Neva. Just splendid.” Weir whispers as he quietly watches the very out of place animal.
‘Leontopithecus rosalia’ Darwin adds calmly stretching his leather neck upwards towards the sky.
“A golden lion tamarin, or a golden marmoset. A bit lost maybe, or perhaps it was scared away from the Jungle during the War.” The sky had blackened from the many fires that ravaged the lands and it would be of no surprise if the Amazons had received their own share of that destruction.
‘They’re endangered you know and they move like squirrels in the trees. See its claws?’ Darwin is no stranger to the exceedingly overwhelming amount of information pinging around in the roaned man’s head.
Like a flash she is off, young legs carrying her quickly over the fields of the Dale. Weir laughs, taken with her enthusiasm that slowly bled into his own giddy excitement.
Legs were nonsense when you could travel in another manner especially with your tortoise soul in tow. With little prompting Weir grabs himself and Darwin, whooshing them both along the currents of air in a tumble of ice and snow. At first it had been most disconcerting this means of travel, he had even been sick a time or two but practice makes perfect, and in no time it was something he came to enjoy.
When she finally does slow Weir himself lingers in wisps, solidifying once more to creep along the southern border with the speckled child. Her eyes slowly scan the trees and he needs little more prompting to do so himself, observing the treeline with patient amber eyes.
He’s about to ask her what exactly they are looking for when she points out a curious creature peeking at them both through the green foliage. A small thing, its face dull against the shock of orange that surrounds it. Tiny fingers grasp at leaves as it watches them both with fearful concern, its dark gentle eyes portray its worry.
“Oh, it’s lovely Neva. Just splendid.” Weir whispers as he quietly watches the very out of place animal.
‘Leontopithecus rosalia’ Darwin adds calmly stretching his leather neck upwards towards the sky.
“A golden lion tamarin, or a golden marmoset. A bit lost maybe, or perhaps it was scared away from the Jungle during the War.” The sky had blackened from the many fires that ravaged the lands and it would be of no surprise if the Amazons had received their own share of that destruction.
‘They’re endangered you know and they move like squirrels in the trees. See its claws?’ Darwin is no stranger to the exceedingly overwhelming amount of information pinging around in the roaned man’s head.
WINTER IS COMING
RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - Neva - 04-19-2016
I can beat the night, I'm not afraid of thunder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder
N E V A
RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - Weir - 04-19-2016
WEIR
Monkeys are indeed fascinating creatures, as are many mammals. The most wonderous thing about monkey though is that they are very much like the king of mammals- man. Weir had seen several pictures of men. Drawings, photographs, diagrams, but he had ever only seen man twice in his life. With his own two eyes that is, he had heard countless tales of men though and they were all vastly different. Even the descriptions often strayed from what he knew to be physically and commonly possible. Here though was a grand creature indeed, Leontopithecus rosalia. Even as it trembled in the treetops Weir found it glorious, glorious of course but rather sad indeed.
“Very good Neva yes, Tamarin is much easier to say but if we are to learn things I think it best to know the proper name at least.”
“A good find Neva, terribly far from home yes but excellent specimen to observe. Though of course it just could have been looking for a new den for the day, strayed off course a bit far. They find a new one each day, don’t like to leave their scent in one place for long.”
Darwin easily plucked knowledge from Weir’s skull, browsing through highlights and bullets until he got to the meat of the matter and the more interesting facts. The useful ones, not the nonsense that rattled like a never ending encyclopedia throughout the vast caverns of the brain.
“Too true but it must be terribly lonely, they live in groups usually I should think. Most primates do.”
Of course then he’s struck with a sudden question that brings a look of surprise to wash over his enamored features. Help it Daddy He? Him? Of course, of course she meant him, who else? How though? How does one help a tiny creature back home without scaring the thing half to death?
“Excellent suggestion, I’ll just..hmm I’ll think on it. Most delicate matter, I’m sure it would be frightened beyond all reason.” The rusty male bites his cheek as he considers how exactly they would do this, there had to be a way. “I’d hate to trap or cage it really. I wonder if it might be enticed with some local fruit?” The thoughts spill out even before he considers them, gently letting the train chug along full speed until something of use came to him.
“Very good Neva yes, Tamarin is much easier to say but if we are to learn things I think it best to know the proper name at least.”
“A good find Neva, terribly far from home yes but excellent specimen to observe. Though of course it just could have been looking for a new den for the day, strayed off course a bit far. They find a new one each day, don’t like to leave their scent in one place for long.”
Darwin easily plucked knowledge from Weir’s skull, browsing through highlights and bullets until he got to the meat of the matter and the more interesting facts. The useful ones, not the nonsense that rattled like a never ending encyclopedia throughout the vast caverns of the brain.
“Too true but it must be terribly lonely, they live in groups usually I should think. Most primates do.”
Of course then he’s struck with a sudden question that brings a look of surprise to wash over his enamored features. Help it Daddy He? Him? Of course, of course she meant him, who else? How though? How does one help a tiny creature back home without scaring the thing half to death?
“Excellent suggestion, I’ll just..hmm I’ll think on it. Most delicate matter, I’m sure it would be frightened beyond all reason.” The rusty male bites his cheek as he considers how exactly they would do this, there had to be a way. “I’d hate to trap or cage it really. I wonder if it might be enticed with some local fruit?” The thoughts spill out even before he considers them, gently letting the train chug along full speed until something of use came to him.
WINTER IS COMING
RE: I can beat the night; Weir, any - Neva - 04-25-2016
I can beat the night, I'm not afraid of thunder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder
I am full of light, I am full of wonder
N E V A