Waning-Sun; Unfortunate indeed. Yet, the faun did her best to not think much on it. Even if she was stuck here in this strange new forest, at least she was alive? Or . . . she hoped she was alive. This wasn't a strange afterlife was it? Eve was quite for a moment, thinking and recalled Jay claiming he didn't always have hooves. Wait . . . "Umm . . . if you don't mind me asking . . . if you weren't always a deer, what were you?" The faun asked softly, green gaze on the skinny stag next to her.
"Human," he responded without much thought, "I was human once..." he shifted his gaze away from her, watching the snow. It was starting to fall again, and this intrigued him. He hadn't seen it fall, he felt it and heard it, but seen it...no. Not yet, not until now.
Waning-Sun; At the moment he said human, the fauns mouth literally dropped open. He was once a human? A real human. The little hairs on her neck rose slightly. She was talking to a human . . well past human. Eve had always been fascinated by the kind of man. She was about to say something, but noticed him watching the snow fall. He made it seems like falling snow was something breath taking, yet she had watched it fall for two full days. Keeping her words quite, she watched for a few moments; thinking. Eve wasn't sure what to say now. He seemed content being quite and just sitting there, but she so wished to know more. But was it her place to ask?
He noticed she had said nothing to that. What was she again, a faw..faun? What were those, anyway...wait...didn't the Greeks believe in those? Or the Romans? Someone of the past did. And they existed-here was the proof of it. Interesting...maybe he shouldn't take the myths of old so lightly anymore. "I...I never thanked you for saving me. So...thank you. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be out in that, and probably next to ready to bite my hooves off to get out of that mess." he gave a weak smile-it felt odd on his face- to show he wasn't serious about that statement. The problem was, he probably would be close to that decision by then, if it hadn't been for Eve.
Waning-Sun; Hearing the thank you, Eve faced the deer, listening to him. "Well, your welcome. Us newbies here need to stick together right?" The faun paused, then added, "I'm sure someone else would have come across you sooner or later if I wasn't here." Softly she patted his shoulder, grinning lightly. Jay seemed like a nice deer or guy or . . . well he seemed nice and she was glad she could of helped him. After all, she was given a second chance to life and she planned to spend it a little more carefully. At least, she hoped so.
"Right..." the stag nodded with a smile. He'd like to think that someone would have helped him, but in truth he was just glad that it was someone like Eve. Someone who didn't really feed his panic into something much worse than it really was. If he hadn't been sedated upon arrival...his nightmares would have taken advantage of his inability to flee. He would probably still be tied up, but unconscious or suffering from self induced injuries. But, there was no reason to go there. He was fine right now, they hadn't decided to hurt him just yet. He wondered if it was the tree, or if it was part of the forest that was stopping the hallucinations from coming, or was it his mind? This was the most it had been calm before. At the faun's next words, his attention was brought back to her, "I suppose...but I am quite happy to have made your acquaintance." it was his roundabout way of saying he was glad it was her.
Waning-Sun; He was glad? Well, she was too. When in a new place and situation, it seems best to meet others. At least, that was what she felt was right to do. If it wasn't for the kind stag that saved her from the snow those few days ago, young Eve would have probably died in the storm. She wasn't really built for this weather and couldn't wait when spring would come. Yet, this was only the beginning of winter and the cold. She rubbed her hands together, listening to the humming of the Oak. The nymphs have always said trees were alive. Eve glanced back over to Jay. "Well thank you. I suppose this forest could be a place of second chances . . . don't you think?" She asked, curious. She could be wrong . . . but it felt like the best explanation for now.
"Second chances...?" If there was such a thing, wouldn't he have had his mind fixed? Or maybe...he was to learn how to deal with it, and it'd just go away on its own. He could figure out how to control what he could and couldn't see, accomplish what he doctors failed to do. "Possibly...this place is as full of magic as it is odd. There could be second chances here." he answered, falling silent for several moments, "If..I may...ask...what is a faun? Are you a representation of your people?" Was people even the right word for that? He didn't know.
Waning-Sun; She leaned back against the walls of the great Oak. Yes, this place was full of much magic. It was everywhere as if this place was trying to pull others together and keep things moving despite the cold and snow. What were the chances that one stag would have found her half frozen in the storm? And her finding Jay tied up outside the place she found shelter in? "Odd and magical indeed." The faun took a slow breath, gazing around the tree slower this time, taking in the beautiful texture of the wood before glancing over to the thin stag. What was a faun? "Oh . . . well fauns are forest flock. We live in the forests and watch of it, at least some do. Some of us have the legs of goats and others the legs of deer, some ever are born with legs like that of a horse . . . but not like a centaur." Pausing, taking in what he said next. "Oh no, I don't think I could represent my people at all . . . fauns are so much more then what I am . . ." After all, she broke a law, went behind backs and had more interest in the lives of man then her own kind.
Eve met Jay's gaze. "I am but one of man. Some tend to animals, others play music. There are those who are gifted with voices like songbirds. Many tend to the forest along side nymphs and fae. And I . . . I was gifted with to much curiosity, enough for a whole community of forest folk." A soft sigh slipped over her lips, shrugging a little. "How about you . . . what are humans like?" The faun's gaze grow bright as she watched him, eager to know something.
The stag listened, completely enthralled by what she said. Half of what she said, he didn't understand, but he was too wrapped up in listening to ask questions. Though when she questioned him it took him several moments to answer, "Humans...humans..they're different. Each one has a different personality type I guess...but they can all be summed up as creatures that fear the unknown and what they do not understand. Not all I guess...it just depends on what morals they are raised on and how they were raised." he fell silent, feeling he wasn't giving his own race enough credit. They weren't all bad. They didn't all do bad things or think badly. He was just acting prejudice toward the ones who hurt him.
Waning-Sun; She leaned forward to listen. They feared the unknown . . .? And what they didn't understand . . .? Something clicked and a little light flickered in her mind. ". . .oh." It made sense almost. Why the others told her to stay away from man and how they would never understand. Lacing her fingers together, legs now crossed loosely in front of her. "I think . .. that could be a common trait among many races and kinds. Everyone is different in their own way." Quickly she stood, standing and walking over to the opening of the tree. Eve was small, even for a faun. Not even five feet tall. "Is it silly that I thought humans were these . . . majestic, fascinating creatures? I thought . . . thought I could meet them and learn about them . . ." They were both quite as the soft humming was around them. The faun walked back over to the spot next to Jay, sitting down.
"No..." he allowed his ears to lower, shaking his head, "I think it's only natural." Majestic? He could have laughed at that. Would majestic creatures fear members of their own race and lock them away? Experiment on them to see how to make them better? Kill their own brothers in cold blood on the battle field? No, at least not in his book. She must have only seen the parts the light touched, not the shadows.
Waning-Sun; Hmmm, natural? Curiosity was natural to him . . . interesting. Well, she knew it was normal for all sorts of creatures in the forest that she once lived in, yet for some reason she didn't think humans would be the same. We're all creatures alike somehow? The faun shrugged it off a bit, noticing the snow had stopped. "Finally, but I wounder how long it will last . . ." Her hair was starting to dry, glancing to Jay. "Is something the matter?" Eve titled her head, looking to him.Was it something she said? Or was it something eles?
Jay glanced toward her, confused at first by what she meant. Oh..he turned his gaze toward the snow covered landscape, realizing she was talking about the snowflakes. They had stopped. He was somewhat crestfallen by that, wanting to watch the snowflakes fluttering to the earth. "No, nothing is the matter, Eve," he replied, not wanting to worry her. Besides if he tried to explain it to her, she wouldn't understand.
Waning-Sun; Nothing? "Oh, I am sorry." She tugged her furred legs to her chest for the moment, looking around inside the Oak, before she eyed the branch that she was messing with those two days during the snow storm. Picking it up, she turned it around in her hands. The faun kept to herself for the moment as she looked over the stick. "This could do just fine . . . only need a knife or something sharp . . ." Eve muttered softly to herself, glancing over to Jay after a while, keeping the stick in her lap. The silence wasn't so bad, but it was rather dull. ". . .".
"A knife? For what?" his interest was caught by her words and the stag slowly attempted to get to his feet and once accomplished, he stumbled the short distance between them to settle himself down beside her.
Waning-Sun; The faun looked up and over to the stag as his interest seemed to be caught by her words. Watching him move closer to her, guessing to hear better, she held the stick between her hands. "Well . . . it probably sounds silly, but to make a flute." Eve faced the stag, holding the stick. "I've helped make one once . . . before I came here. And I think I could make one myself. Maybe even pan pipes . . ." Her fingers trailed along the wood, but she had no idea how she would get a knife or something she could sharpen into one at the time being.
"A flute?" He tilted his head, "An instrument?" he paused in thought, glancing about them. Anything he thought about would involve going out in the snow, and he wasn't really interested in doing that. "Why don't you use your hooves...or a rock?"
Waning-Sun; The faun nodded to him. "Yes, an instrument." She glanced back to the stick in her hand. "I find the sound they make soothing, and well, I miss it terribly. Even if I have only been here a few days." Nodding to herself, she paused at his suggestion. Her hooves? She looked down at them, blinking. "I'm afraid I feel those to much to wish to use them to carve . . . but a rock could be useful . . . yes, a rock would do." A grinned crossed her face. She looked outside, sure there were many rocks in a forest. "I feel silly for not thinking of that, so thank you."
Jay shrugged, "When I was a boy, I didn't always have a knife to cut things, so I would use a rock sharpened on another rock. It worked wonders to poke holes in leather or cut twine or whittle...whatever struck my fancy at the time. This...flute...what occasion is it used for?" he replied easily enough. He was interested in this...flute intrustment. He hadn't heard music in some time.
Waning-Sun; The faun listened to the stag, nodding at his comments about what he did as a boy. Eve pictured a boy with his face, but younger. That wasn't so hard for her, since she had seen human child before. Only from a distance of course, but she had the image in her mind. His question pulled her back. "Well . . . to express ones-self. To play how you feel . . . or just to play out of boredom. Some play them for dancing, others for sorrow." We're they playing any flutes for her . . . since she came to this forest?
Waning-Sun; Holding the stick lightly in her hands, she glanced at Jay. She nodded, "Well, the folk of the forest pretty much do anything they wish, as long as there is a good reason. I suppose free spirited could work for describing them. My kind tend to the life in the forest, and nature does as she wishes. Very free." Eve mimicked the stag as he titled his head, giggling softly.
He chuckled, slowly figuring out a way to get to his feet and started to wander out of the Oak, "You must have had some life then..." he muttered before adding, "Come on, let us find you a good rock."
Waning-Sun; As the stag got up successfully, then making his way outside, Eve slowly stood. Hearing his comment. Her voice soft, ". . . if seems I did . . . and I didn't see it then.", words small and probably not heard as she walked outside into the snow. Following behind Jay, she glanced around. The floor was covered in the soft white snow, she pushed her hooves through it, uncovering mostly leaves and little pine cones. Eve rubbed her arms, keeping the goosebumps at bay.
Jay's ears picked up her words, but he didn't comment, as her voice was so low he assumed she didn't want his comment on the subject. He didn't mind. Perhaps it was much like how his past was, there was plenty of stuff he would rather not talk about, he could assume that that was the same case for her. He preoccupied himself by searching through the snow for stones. He shuffled through the snow, keeping his head low in case whatever he happened to kick up was in fact a stone small enough for Eve to use as a knife.
Jay has really taken a liking to Eve, she seems to bring out his calmer side. He hasn't had a bad moment around her yet though, but I just want to say that Jay and I both enjoy her. She's such a sweet character.
Waning-Sun; Moving snow around, her hoof bumped something. A small stone. Kneeling down, Eve picked it up. "Hmmm, do you think this will work?" The stone was small, long and a bit rough. The two legged doe stayed knelled as she held the stone, glancing to Jay. This place wasn't seeming to bad, she was actually starting to enjoy herself.
-
I'm really glad, Eve enjoys his company as well. And thanks. ^-^
weeeee.
Now to find something warm for her to wear. xD
Not that many deer probably care seeing her lady-chest, but it is very cold.
Jay glanced back at the rock in her hand, "It should have a nice edge to it once it's sharpened," he agreed lightly, coming over for a closer inspection of the rock.
Waning-Sun; Looking over the stone again, nodding. Holding the stick in one hand, and the stone in another, Eve glanced around; keeping the rock in Jaw's view as he looked at it. "Do you see any others rocks?" The only other ones she saw where very tiny. More like pebbles then stones or rocks. Little tail twitched slightly.
-
And she might need to make a bag too.
xD
Oh, the things you forget to pack before you go into a different world.
"Uhhh..." he glanced around, shuffling his hooves through the snow until he kicked up a stone that was roughly the same size as the other one. It only took him about five minutes and six rocks later to find it. "...here...will this work?" he lifted it in his teeth-finding it an odd motion-and brought it over for her see.
Waning-Sun; As Jay looked for another rock, and dropping into her hands from his mouth, the faun looked it over. Keeping the stick in her lap as she com paired the stones. They were pretty much the same side and weight. Nodding, "I think these both will do rather well." commented to the stag. A grin covered her face; a part of her warmed up inside. "Thank you, Jay. You are pretty smart for someone who just leaned to walk." The faun giggled; glancing from the rocks to Jay.
-
Actually, it did. If you like, you could check this out. It's the little short story before she came to the forest. xD
Must warn, they are told backwards. You can ether read them from | to ||| or ||| to |.
yuup.
Waning-Sun; Eve blinked. "Oh, I'm sorry." Rubbing the back of her head lightly. "I didn't mean it like that, ya know." She lightly nudged him a little, glad to see him smiling. The faun stood up, glancing back to the tree. "Aren't you cold?" He after all, was a bit on the thin side, but Eve wasn't sure if his fur was keeping him cozy. Her little tail wiggled as she brushed the snow out of her bottoms fuzzy fur.
It's all good. I never mentioned that I had read it earlier. I was curious of her little faun life before her life here.
The stag silently acknowledged her apology, no harm done, after all, and glanced up as she commented on the cold. No, asked him about feeling cold. He hadn't noticed it until she had mentioned it, but he was cold. Slowly he figured out how to uncurl his legs and rose as well, nodding, "Yes, the temperature's kind of getting to me too..."
Waning-Sun; Once Jay stood up as well, Eve was glad. She was really looking forward to going back into the warmth of the Oak. "Good thing we didn't wander to far away then." Holding the rocks and stick in her arms, she made her way back to the tree, a smile on her face. The faun was truly glad to have made a friend. At least, she considered the stag her friend; even if she wasn't sure of his opinion on her.
"Yes, in this cold it probably would be best to not wander too far away," he agreed before adding, "but you're probably colder than I am, with half your body without fur." he had a thin layer of fur over him, with no fat to add to it over than muscle, but he'd prefer it over the thin layers of skin that covered a human body. Or faun in this case. He had been wondering how she could be able to handle the cold, but he could take a guess that that was because she stayed in the oak tree.
Waning-Sun; Before entering the Oak, Eve quickly shook herself off. Trying to keep the snow out from the warm area. She felt it helped keep the Oak warm. Once in, she sat back in the corner she was in earlier, patting the spot next to her for Jay. "You are right . . . I am pretty cold. I keep getting these goosebumps all over my skin. I normally only got these in chilly mornings . . . but it's been cold like this for days." She laid the stick and rocks in her lap; glancing at them before picking up the rocks. " . . . hmmm." The faun doe rubbed them together for a moment.
(<< I'm trying very hard to decide if I'd like to rp with her or not...see, my first name is Eve, and I haven't ever known other Eves, which makes reading her bio and replies somewhat surreal/strange to me.
Bahh, but while I sit over here trying to make up my mind, have a track. *snoops on rp*)
The stag settled himself down beside her without much difficulty. Good, he was starting to get how to use four legs over two. "Do you think it'll stay this way?" he asked, turning his head to glance at her, "Surely it must warm up sometime right?"
Cicadia; I know the feeling, I get all weird when I read books with the main character Elizabeth. It's always strange to call someone else by your own name. c:
And snoop away. teehee.
Waning-Sun; She shook her head a little. "The large stag I met briefly claims this forest has four seasons. Tho, he said that this one has only begun." The female wasn't paying attention to the rocks in her hands as she looked over to Jay, flinching for a second. Eve had scrapped her fingers agents one of the rough rocks. " . . . " Making a disappointed face, she stuck the injured fingers between her lips. Trying to ease the burn.
Only begun? He sighed, "Well...if it's going to be like this for a while, I guess I won't be exploring too much then." he shook himself, "It's too cold to go too far..." he glanced toward her again, noticing her sucking on her finger. He considered asking about it for a second, but it slipped his mind just as quickly as it came.
Waning-Sun; After pulling her finger from her lips, examining it. Yeah, a little gash on the side, but nothing to serious. The faun should live. Jay's comment of explaining made her think. He might have a point. "Well . . . the weather might let up some. I don't think it will snow none stop for days. Maybe when it gets a little warmer you could check out around the areas close by? Plus . . . there isn't much to eat in here. I've just been nibbling on some bark and twigs before I found you." Sitting still for a while, an idea popped into the her head. Why didn't she think of it sooner. Eve was feeling a tad stupid for not even coming up with this idea yet. "What about a fire?" Green eyes round and wide as she looked at Jay.
Food...he hadn't even thought of that. "A fire...? Would it be...safe to have a fire inside a tree?" he asked, returning her wide eyed stare with one of his own.
Waning-Sun; She leaned back, putting her finger back into her mouth. Tasting a little bit of iron from the blood. Hmm, was it safe? Eve glanced outside and then to the ground of the area inside of the large Oak. Eyes drifting around, noticing a few holes in the higher parts of the opening, good for ventilation? Perhaps. "Well . . . with even more rocks, some dry leaves and grass . . . I think it should work. And the smoke should escape through those holes . . . and if something does go wrong, just cover it with snow." Seemed like a plan to her, but she wasn't sure of Jay's opinion in the matter, this Oak was his home for the time being, as well as her own.
The stag shrugged, "All right," he agreed. It would make the oak warmer, not to mention keep the shadows away. He would appreciate that when the time called for it.
Waning-Sun; Once he agreed, the faun stood up quickly. Already out of the Oak before she could say where she was off too. Rocks. She needed to find lots and before she got to cold. Gone for a while, Eve looked all around for rocks large enough to make a circle for the fire. Shivering after five minutes, stuttering after ten. Soon tho, she did return. Hands dirty was the snow she uncovered and a pile of rocks in her arms. " . . . I hope this . . . . will be . . . enough. . . " Her voice small and slow from the cold. It was much warmer in the Oak, she she would warm up in a matter of time. The faun laid the rocks down on the ground. Forming a circle.
Jay had intended to get up and follow her, but the faun was off faster than he could uncurl his limbs. He got up to help her nose the rocks into a circle, shifting a stone here and there where it called for it.
"Hopefully," he agreed.
Waning-Sun; Eve smiled as Jay helped her arrange the stones in a circle. Once they were all in place, she picked up any stray leaves and old grass that laid around inside the large Oak. As well as sticks and twigs that she had managed to pick up as well. It looked like enough to start a fire, but not enough to keep it going. "Hmmm . . ."
He glanced up at her, "More wood?" he guessed, tilting his head. Before she could respond he was walking off, pausing long enough to glance around at the entrance of the oak. He could at least drag some wood back.
Waning-Sun; She watched him get up and make his way out of the Oak and to the outside. Eve got up as well, stopping at entrance. The doe wasn't sire if he wanted her to help him. Seeing as he was getting his barrings with his legs and hooves. After a moment, she couldn't stand not helping. He was so frail, she would feel bad. The faun went over, picking up a few fallen twigs and branches, pulling them back to the Oak. She looked back to Jay.
Waning-Sun; Unfortunate
Unfortunate indeed. Yet, the faun did her best to not think much on it. Even if she was stuck here in this strange new forest, at least she was alive? Or . . . she hoped she was alive. This wasn't a strange afterlife was it? Eve was quite for a moment, thinking and recalled Jay claiming he didn't always have hooves. Wait . . . "Umm . . . if you don't mind me asking . . . if you weren't always a deer, what were you?" The faun asked softly, green gaze on the skinny stag next to her.
"Human," he responded without
Waning-Sun; At the moment he
At the moment he said human, the fauns mouth literally dropped open. He was once a human? A real human. The little hairs on her neck rose slightly. She was talking to a human . . well past human. Eve had always been fascinated by the kind of man. She was about to say something, but noticed him watching the snow fall. He made it seems like falling snow was something breath taking, yet she had watched it fall for two full days. Keeping her words quite, she watched for a few moments; thinking. Eve wasn't sure what to say now. He seemed content being quite and just sitting there, but she so wished to know more. But was it her place to ask?
He noticed she had said
Waning-Sun; Hearing the thank
Hearing the thank you, Eve faced the deer, listening to him. "Well, your welcome. Us newbies here need to stick together right?" The faun paused, then added, "I'm sure someone else would have come across you sooner or later if I wasn't here." Softly she patted his shoulder, grinning lightly. Jay seemed like a nice deer or guy or . . . well he seemed nice and she was glad she could of helped him. After all, she was given a second chance to life and she planned to spend it a little more carefully. At least, she hoped so.
"Right..." the stag nodded
Waning-Sun; He was glad?
He was glad? Well, she was too. When in a new place and situation, it seems best to meet others. At least, that was what she felt was right to do. If it wasn't for the kind stag that saved her from the snow those few days ago, young Eve would have probably died in the storm. She wasn't really built for this weather and couldn't wait when spring would come. Yet, this was only the beginning of winter and the cold. She rubbed her hands together, listening to the humming of the Oak. The nymphs have always said trees were alive. Eve glanced back over to Jay. "Well thank you. I suppose this forest could be a place of second chances . . . don't you think?" She asked, curious. She could be wrong . . . but it felt like the best explanation for now.
"Second chances...?" If there
Waning-Sun; She leaned back
She leaned back against the walls of the great Oak. Yes, this place was full of much magic. It was everywhere as if this place was trying to pull others together and keep things moving despite the cold and snow. What were the chances that one stag would have found her half frozen in the storm? And her finding Jay tied up outside the place she found shelter in? "Odd and magical indeed." The faun took a slow breath, gazing around the tree slower this time, taking in the beautiful texture of the wood before glancing over to the thin stag. What was a faun? "Oh . . . well fauns are forest flock. We live in the forests and watch of it, at least some do. Some of us have the legs of goats and others the legs of deer, some ever are born with legs like that of a horse . . . but not like a centaur." Pausing, taking in what he said next. "Oh no, I don't think I could represent my people at all . . . fauns are so much more then what I am . . ." After all, she broke a law, went behind backs and had more interest in the lives of man then her own kind.
Eve met Jay's gaze. "I am but one of man. Some tend to animals, others play music. There are those who are gifted with voices like songbirds. Many tend to the forest along side nymphs and fae. And I . . . I was gifted with to much curiosity, enough for a whole community of forest folk." A soft sigh slipped over her lips, shrugging a little. "How about you . . . what are humans like?" The faun's gaze grow bright as she watched him, eager to know something.
The stag listened, completely
Waning-Sun; She leaned
She leaned forward to listen. They feared the unknown . . .? And what they didn't understand . . .? Something clicked and a little light flickered in her mind. ". . .oh." It made sense almost. Why the others told her to stay away from man and how they would never understand. Lacing her fingers together, legs now crossed loosely in front of her. "I think . .. that could be a common trait among many races and kinds. Everyone is different in their own way." Quickly she stood, standing and walking over to the opening of the tree. Eve was small, even for a faun. Not even five feet tall. "Is it silly that I thought humans were these . . . majestic, fascinating creatures? I thought . . . thought I could meet them and learn about them . . ." They were both quite as the soft humming was around them. The faun walked back over to the spot next to Jay, sitting down.
"No..." he allowed his ears
Waning-Sun; Hmmm, natural?
Hmmm, natural? Curiosity was natural to him . . . interesting. Well, she knew it was normal for all sorts of creatures in the forest that she once lived in, yet for some reason she didn't think humans would be the same. We're all creatures alike somehow? The faun shrugged it off a bit, noticing the snow had stopped. "Finally, but I wounder how long it will last . . ." Her hair was starting to dry, glancing to Jay. "Is something the matter?" Eve titled her head, looking to him.Was it something she said? Or was it something eles?
Jay glanced toward her,
Waning-Sun; Nothing? "Oh, I
Nothing? "Oh, I am sorry." She tugged her furred legs to her chest for the moment, looking around inside the Oak, before she eyed the branch that she was messing with those two days during the snow storm. Picking it up, she turned it around in her hands. The faun kept to herself for the moment as she looked over the stick. "This could do just fine . . . only need a knife or something sharp . . ." Eve muttered softly to herself, glancing over to Jay after a while, keeping the stick in her lap. The silence wasn't so bad, but it was rather dull. ". . .".
"A knife? For what?" his
Waning-Sun; The faun looked
The faun looked up and over to the stag as his interest seemed to be caught by her words. Watching him move closer to her, guessing to hear better, she held the stick between her hands. "Well . . . it probably sounds silly, but to make a flute." Eve faced the stag, holding the stick. "I've helped make one once . . . before I came here. And I think I could make one myself. Maybe even pan pipes . . ." Her fingers trailed along the wood, but she had no idea how she would get a knife or something she could sharpen into one at the time being.
"A flute?" He tilted his
Waning-Sun; The faun nodded
The faun nodded to him. "Yes, an instrument." She glanced back to the stick in her hand. "I find the sound they make soothing, and well, I miss it terribly. Even if I have only been here a few days." Nodding to herself, she paused at his suggestion. Her hooves? She looked down at them, blinking. "I'm afraid I feel those to much to wish to use them to carve . . . but a rock could be useful . . . yes, a rock would do." A grinned crossed her face. She looked outside, sure there were many rocks in a forest. "I feel silly for not thinking of that, so thank you."
Jay shrugged, "When I was a
Waning-Sun; The faun listened
The faun listened to the stag, nodding at his comments about what he did as a boy. Eve pictured a boy with his face, but younger. That wasn't so hard for her, since she had seen human child before. Only from a distance of course, but she had the image in her mind. His question pulled her back. "Well . . . to express ones-self. To play how you feel . . . or just to play out of boredom. Some play them for dancing, others for sorrow." We're they playing any flutes for her . . . since she came to this forest?
The stag tilted his head,
Waning-Sun; Holding the stick
Holding the stick lightly in her hands, she glanced at Jay. She nodded, "Well, the folk of the forest pretty much do anything they wish, as long as there is a good reason. I suppose free spirited could work for describing them. My kind tend to the life in the forest, and nature does as she wishes. Very free." Eve mimicked the stag as he titled his head, giggling softly.
He chuckled, slowly figuring
Waning-Sun; As the stag got
As the stag got up successfully, then making his way outside, Eve slowly stood. Hearing his comment. Her voice soft, ". . . if seems I did . . . and I didn't see it then.", words small and probably not heard as she walked outside into the snow. Following behind Jay, she glanced around. The floor was covered in the soft white snow, she pushed her hooves through it, uncovering mostly leaves and little pine cones. Eve rubbed her arms, keeping the goosebumps at bay.
Jay's ears picked up her
Jay has really taken a liking to Eve, she seems to bring out his calmer side. He hasn't had a bad moment around her yet though, but I just want to say that Jay and I both enjoy her. She's such a sweet character.
Waning-Sun; Moving snow
Moving snow around, her hoof bumped something. A small stone. Kneeling down, Eve picked it up. "Hmmm, do you think this will work?" The stone was small, long and a bit rough. The two legged doe stayed knelled as she held the stone, glancing to Jay. This place wasn't seeming to bad, she was actually starting to enjoy herself.
-
I'm really glad, Eve enjoys his company as well. And thanks. ^-^
weeeee.
Now to find something warm for her to wear. xD
Not that many deer probably care seeing her lady-chest, but it is very cold.
I was wondering about that,
Jay glanced back at the rock in her hand, "It should have a nice edge to it once it's sharpened," he agreed lightly, coming over for a closer inspection of the rock.
Waning-Sun; Looking over the
Looking over the stone again, nodding. Holding the stick in one hand, and the stone in another, Eve glanced around; keeping the rock in Jaw's view as he looked at it. "Do you see any others rocks?" The only other ones she saw where very tiny. More like pebbles then stones or rocks. Little tail twitched slightly.
-
And she might need to make a bag too.
xD
Oh, the things you forget to pack before you go into a different world.
Lol, just completely took her
"Uhhh..." he glanced around, shuffling his hooves through the snow until he kicked up a stone that was roughly the same size as the other one. It only took him about five minutes and six rocks later to find it. "...here...will this work?" he lifted it in his teeth-finding it an odd motion-and brought it over for her see.
Waning-Sun; As Jay looked for
As Jay looked for another rock, and dropping into her hands from his mouth, the faun looked it over. Keeping the stick in her lap as she com paired the stones. They were pretty much the same side and weight. Nodding, "I think these both will do rather well." commented to the stag. A grin covered her face; a part of her warmed up inside. "Thank you, Jay. You are pretty smart for someone who just leaned to walk." The faun giggled; glancing from the rocks to Jay.
-
Actually, it did. If you like, you could check this out. It's the little short story before she came to the forest. xD
Must warn, they are told backwards. You can ether read them from | to ||| or ||| to |.
yuup.
Oh, I know, I read it. I was
Jay settled himself down in the snow beside her, "I will take it as a compliment," he replied with a slight smile.
Waning-Sun; Eve blinked. "Oh,
Eve blinked. "Oh, I'm sorry." Rubbing the back of her head lightly. "I didn't mean it like that, ya know." She lightly nudged him a little, glad to see him smiling. The faun stood up, glancing back to the tree. "Aren't you cold?" He after all, was a bit on the thin side, but Eve wasn't sure if his fur was keeping him cozy. Her little tail wiggled as she brushed the snow out of her bottoms fuzzy fur.
-
my bad. xD
It's all good. I never
The stag silently acknowledged her apology, no harm done, after all, and glanced up as she commented on the cold. No, asked him about feeling cold. He hadn't noticed it until she had mentioned it, but he was cold. Slowly he figured out how to uncurl his legs and rose as well, nodding, "Yes, the temperature's kind of getting to me too..."
Waning-Sun; Once Jay stood up
Once Jay stood up as well, Eve was glad. She was really looking forward to going back into the warmth of the Oak. "Good thing we didn't wander to far away then." Holding the rocks and stick in her arms, she made her way back to the tree, a smile on her face. The faun was truly glad to have made a friend. At least, she considered the stag her friend; even if she wasn't sure of his opinion on her.
"Yes, in this cold it
Waning-Sun; Before entering
Before entering the Oak, Eve quickly shook herself off. Trying to keep the snow out from the warm area. She felt it helped keep the Oak warm. Once in, she sat back in the corner she was in earlier, patting the spot next to her for Jay. "You are right . . . I am pretty cold. I keep getting these goosebumps all over my skin. I normally only got these in chilly mornings . . . but it's been cold like this for days." She laid the stick and rocks in her lap; glancing at them before picking up the rocks. " . . . hmmm." The faun doe rubbed them together for a moment.
(
Bahh, but while I sit over here trying to make up my mind, have a track. *snoops on rp*)
The stag settled himself down
Cicadia; I know the feeling,
I know the feeling, I get all weird when I read books with the main character Elizabeth. It's always strange to call someone else by your own name. c:
And snoop away. teehee.
Waning-Sun;
She shook her head a little. "The large stag I met briefly claims this forest has four seasons. Tho, he said that this one has only begun." The female wasn't paying attention to the rocks in her hands as she looked over to Jay, flinching for a second. Eve had scrapped her fingers agents one of the rough rocks. " . . . " Making a disappointed face, she stuck the injured fingers between her lips. Trying to ease the burn.
Only begun? He sighed,
Waning-Sun; After pulling her
After pulling her finger from her lips, examining it. Yeah, a little gash on the side, but nothing to serious. The faun should live. Jay's comment of explaining made her think. He might have a point. "Well . . . the weather might let up some. I don't think it will snow none stop for days. Maybe when it gets a little warmer you could check out around the areas close by? Plus . . . there isn't much to eat in here. I've just been nibbling on some bark and twigs before I found you." Sitting still for a while, an idea popped into the her head. Why didn't she think of it sooner. Eve was feeling a tad stupid for not even coming up with this idea yet. "What about a fire?" Green eyes round and wide as she looked at Jay.
Food...he hadn't even thought
Waning-Sun; She leaned back,
She leaned back, putting her finger back into her mouth. Tasting a little bit of iron from the blood. Hmm, was it safe? Eve glanced outside and then to the ground of the area inside of the large Oak. Eyes drifting around, noticing a few holes in the higher parts of the opening, good for ventilation? Perhaps. "Well . . . with even more rocks, some dry leaves and grass . . . I think it should work. And the smoke should escape through those holes . . . and if something does go wrong, just cover it with snow." Seemed like a plan to her, but she wasn't sure of Jay's opinion in the matter, this Oak was his home for the time being, as well as her own.
The stag shrugged, "All
Waning-Sun; Once he agreed,
Once he agreed, the faun stood up quickly. Already out of the Oak before she could say where she was off too. Rocks. She needed to find lots and before she got to cold. Gone for a while, Eve looked all around for rocks large enough to make a circle for the fire. Shivering after five minutes, stuttering after ten. Soon tho, she did return. Hands dirty was the snow she uncovered and a pile of rocks in her arms. " . . . I hope this . . . . will be . . . enough. . . " Her voice small and slow from the cold. It was much warmer in the Oak, she she would warm up in a matter of time. The faun laid the rocks down on the ground. Forming a circle.
Jay had intended to get up
"Hopefully," he agreed.
Waning-Sun; Eve smiled as Jay
Eve smiled as Jay helped her arrange the stones in a circle. Once they were all in place, she picked up any stray leaves and old grass that laid around inside the large Oak. As well as sticks and twigs that she had managed to pick up as well. It looked like enough to start a fire, but not enough to keep it going. "Hmmm . . ."
He glanced up at her, "More
Waning-Sun; She watched him
She watched him get up and make his way out of the Oak and to the outside. Eve got up as well, stopping at entrance. The doe wasn't sire if he wanted her to help him. Seeing as he was getting his barrings with his legs and hooves. After a moment, she couldn't stand not helping. He was so frail, she would feel bad. The faun went over, picking up a few fallen twigs and branches, pulling them back to the Oak. She looked back to Jay.