Post by Sofia on Apr 8, 2014 20:34:47 GMT 1
((OOC: This branches off from "The Day of Games - The Suvivors' thread" and takes place at the same time - it's daytime, March the 3rd, Year 0))
IC:
Tracker had sought out his chief as soon as thet were allowed to make their choises known. The decision was clear.
"What do you wish your Branch to do, my chief?", Tracker asked respectfully, looking around to see who of their branch had followed them.
Whitewater sighed heavily and shook his head. "All we can do. Go, gather supplies for the wolf-bloods. That, at least, Palepelt can’t disagree with." The tone of Whitewater’s voice spoke more of hope than assurance of this fact.
Sabre stood among the elves who had chosen Palepelt. He looked straight forward, not wnating to see his lifemate who stood between the elves that had joined Keensight. DancingFlame had tried to persuade him, but he had shaken her hand from his shoulder and walked away, not looking back, not even a glance. He knew her heart felt broken. He didn't need to see DancingFlame's face nor touch her mind to know it. His heart, his soul was broken too, but his mind was made up. Their kind could not mingle with the beastbloods. What if, through Recognition, one of their daughters was forced to bear a beastblooded, a mortal child? Sabre would not allow that to happen. The blood of the Children of the Oaks would not be sullied.
ThunderGrace had picked up Cinder and had, hesitantly, chosen Palepelt's side. A part of her did agree with her mother. The animalblooded elves seemed to be closely related to them. But she had Cinder to think about. What if the little girl would Recognize one of them when she was older? What if she would have a child with an animalblooded elf? No. ThunderGrace didn't want to think about that. A child that would age and die, like an animal. As if Recognition to a real elf couldn't be troublesome enough already.
Wasp had simply ignored her DancingFlame's pleas. The woman was softhearted and foolish. No, Palepelt would make the filthy beastbloods leave and Wasp would love to help with that if they didn't go voluntarily! She grinned, almost happily.
"Now, when do you want to start kicking that filth out of our camp, Palepelt?", Wasp asked with a glint in her eye. She was ready for action.
Wishpond shook his head subtly, his eyes downcast with remorse over his people's decision. Sending away wounded and grieving elves, beastblood or no, was beneath them. Or... he had always thought it was.
His eyes flicked briefly to Wasp, and he saw her glee at the prospect of expelling the Wolfriders. A quiet scoff left him, his eyebrows drawing together in a frown.
~**Must you delight so in their misfortune?**~ he lock-sent to the young huntress, disapproval filtering into his mind-voice like moonlight seeping through a stream's surface. ~**They've already suffered much hardship. They don't deserve this from us.**~
Wasp face flushed red at Wishpond's disapproval, the one she wanted approval of most of all.
~**But...**~, she muttered, not meeting his eyes, ~**They are nothing like us. Why would we care? It would be do our tribe no good if we were to mingle with them**~
She tried to find her poise again, but kept feeling uneasy. Wishpond's reprimand left her feeling like she was still a child.
Mistaking the blush upon Wasp's cheeks for mortification at his reproach, Wishpond sighed inwardly, the exhalation sounding faintly in their mind link. He was just about to answer her question when Palepelt's voice cut through his thoughts...
Palepelt, seemingly ignoring the quite obvious lock-sending going on between Wasp and Wishpond, answered:
"As unsettling as they are, we will not hunt them. Part of them are still elf, still starsong. They are to be pitied, not mocked, but they are dangerous as well. We will give them the chance to leave of their own free will."
She made a pause, more for effect than because of any need for breath. "Who will go and deliver them the message?"
"I will go." Claw stood out from the crowd. Surprisingly, she’d chosen Keensight’s side. "Any of you river-hares brave enough to come with me or will you hide here in fear of Recognition ‘til the moons fall down?"
"Fear?", Wasp snorted, "I am not afraid. I will come with you to make sure they get the message." She was glad at the chance to get away. Having something to do was much better than hanging around here, having to face Wishpond and seeing both her father and her mother being unhappy about the whole thing.
Wishpond shook his head, displeasure giving his expression a harsher edge than what was usual for the sweet-natured harp player. "I will also go," he said to Claw. "But not to help drive them off. I will see to their needs and try to equip them for travel." His amber eyes sought out Wasp's golden ones. "We're tossing compassion to the flames and sending injured and exhausted children away from the safety and warmth of our hearths, after all; it's the least we can do."
At this, Wishpond averted his eyes, turning his gaze to the grassy soil lest it betray how genuinely upset the thought of banishing the wolf-bloods' little ones made him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he shrugged his shoulders up a bit; the morning sunlight suddenly seemed to hold no warmth for him.
Some Children of the Oaks averted their eyes at Wishpond’s words, others glared daggers at him.
Claw merely shrugged. “Do as you wish, the both of you.” And with that she left, leading the way to the wolf-bloods’ tents.
Evening-Fall had made a slight gesture towards Claw to make it clear he would follow her to provide the message. As Wishpond wanted, Evening-Fall would also make sure to provide the survivors with equipment to manage on their own. As Claw turned to leave, Evening-Fall turned to Hale. "Will you come?"
"I will come", Hale answered and gestured for Evening-Fall to go first.
IC:
Tracker had sought out his chief as soon as thet were allowed to make their choises known. The decision was clear.
"What do you wish your Branch to do, my chief?", Tracker asked respectfully, looking around to see who of their branch had followed them.
Whitewater sighed heavily and shook his head. "All we can do. Go, gather supplies for the wolf-bloods. That, at least, Palepelt can’t disagree with." The tone of Whitewater’s voice spoke more of hope than assurance of this fact.
Sabre stood among the elves who had chosen Palepelt. He looked straight forward, not wnating to see his lifemate who stood between the elves that had joined Keensight. DancingFlame had tried to persuade him, but he had shaken her hand from his shoulder and walked away, not looking back, not even a glance. He knew her heart felt broken. He didn't need to see DancingFlame's face nor touch her mind to know it. His heart, his soul was broken too, but his mind was made up. Their kind could not mingle with the beastbloods. What if, through Recognition, one of their daughters was forced to bear a beastblooded, a mortal child? Sabre would not allow that to happen. The blood of the Children of the Oaks would not be sullied.
ThunderGrace had picked up Cinder and had, hesitantly, chosen Palepelt's side. A part of her did agree with her mother. The animalblooded elves seemed to be closely related to them. But she had Cinder to think about. What if the little girl would Recognize one of them when she was older? What if she would have a child with an animalblooded elf? No. ThunderGrace didn't want to think about that. A child that would age and die, like an animal. As if Recognition to a real elf couldn't be troublesome enough already.
Wasp had simply ignored her DancingFlame's pleas. The woman was softhearted and foolish. No, Palepelt would make the filthy beastbloods leave and Wasp would love to help with that if they didn't go voluntarily! She grinned, almost happily.
"Now, when do you want to start kicking that filth out of our camp, Palepelt?", Wasp asked with a glint in her eye. She was ready for action.
Wishpond shook his head subtly, his eyes downcast with remorse over his people's decision. Sending away wounded and grieving elves, beastblood or no, was beneath them. Or... he had always thought it was.
His eyes flicked briefly to Wasp, and he saw her glee at the prospect of expelling the Wolfriders. A quiet scoff left him, his eyebrows drawing together in a frown.
~**Must you delight so in their misfortune?**~ he lock-sent to the young huntress, disapproval filtering into his mind-voice like moonlight seeping through a stream's surface. ~**They've already suffered much hardship. They don't deserve this from us.**~
Wasp face flushed red at Wishpond's disapproval, the one she wanted approval of most of all.
~**But...**~, she muttered, not meeting his eyes, ~**They are nothing like us. Why would we care? It would be do our tribe no good if we were to mingle with them**~
She tried to find her poise again, but kept feeling uneasy. Wishpond's reprimand left her feeling like she was still a child.
Mistaking the blush upon Wasp's cheeks for mortification at his reproach, Wishpond sighed inwardly, the exhalation sounding faintly in their mind link. He was just about to answer her question when Palepelt's voice cut through his thoughts...
Palepelt, seemingly ignoring the quite obvious lock-sending going on between Wasp and Wishpond, answered:
"As unsettling as they are, we will not hunt them. Part of them are still elf, still starsong. They are to be pitied, not mocked, but they are dangerous as well. We will give them the chance to leave of their own free will."
She made a pause, more for effect than because of any need for breath. "Who will go and deliver them the message?"
"I will go." Claw stood out from the crowd. Surprisingly, she’d chosen Keensight’s side. "Any of you river-hares brave enough to come with me or will you hide here in fear of Recognition ‘til the moons fall down?"
"Fear?", Wasp snorted, "I am not afraid. I will come with you to make sure they get the message." She was glad at the chance to get away. Having something to do was much better than hanging around here, having to face Wishpond and seeing both her father and her mother being unhappy about the whole thing.
Wishpond shook his head, displeasure giving his expression a harsher edge than what was usual for the sweet-natured harp player. "I will also go," he said to Claw. "But not to help drive them off. I will see to their needs and try to equip them for travel." His amber eyes sought out Wasp's golden ones. "We're tossing compassion to the flames and sending injured and exhausted children away from the safety and warmth of our hearths, after all; it's the least we can do."
At this, Wishpond averted his eyes, turning his gaze to the grassy soil lest it betray how genuinely upset the thought of banishing the wolf-bloods' little ones made him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he shrugged his shoulders up a bit; the morning sunlight suddenly seemed to hold no warmth for him.
Some Children of the Oaks averted their eyes at Wishpond’s words, others glared daggers at him.
Claw merely shrugged. “Do as you wish, the both of you.” And with that she left, leading the way to the wolf-bloods’ tents.
Evening-Fall had made a slight gesture towards Claw to make it clear he would follow her to provide the message. As Wishpond wanted, Evening-Fall would also make sure to provide the survivors with equipment to manage on their own. As Claw turned to leave, Evening-Fall turned to Hale. "Will you come?"
"I will come", Hale answered and gestured for Evening-Fall to go first.
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