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Post by Elladan on Apr 7, 2005 11:11:46 GMT -5
Faelon wrapped the light, white cloth around her body, protection from the scorching sun that burned high in late morning sky, rays relentless even against Sharneh flesh.
Her face was streaked with tribal paint, swirling elegantly across her cheekbones and upon her forehead, blending with her tanned, glowing skin. It was the mark of a female in training, learning the basic defense, hunting, magework, a bit of weaving, as well as the primary education, and even a little desert music.
The whole of her agegroup was taught by a solitary village elder, Maltok, a slightly tedious old warrior, covered in fancy tribal pain and rich, elegant cloth. A funny old man, nevertheless, but easy to temper and strict. This was where she was dressing to go, carefully equiping herself with all the necessary weapons and such for learning. Today was testing day.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 8, 2005 16:30:53 GMT -5
Ilusil and Aluni, alike as two stars to the untrained eye were, too, approaching the place of their learning, one chasing the other and suddenly dashing away to be chased, circling Faelon...
"Be calm, will you two?" asked the deeper voice of an elder Anor, grabbing the twin brother and sister by a shoulder each and pulling them together on his either side as he nodded to the former Sharneh stepping towards her lessons. "Are you well this morning, Faelon?" asked the fellow with the overly long, sharply pointed ears and the marks of a hunter on the left side of his face. "It is obvious enough that our friends Ilosil and Aluni are," he finished, glancing down at the boy and girl respectively.
He, Afrasyon, was one dressed in sandstone coloured robes every day of the year with, as usual, a bow and quiver slung over his back. He, particularly, was one to assist with the teaching of the skills of the bow--when he was in from a hunt.
He slowly released Aluni and Ilosil from his grip, and both rubbed shoulders in annoyance before moving to flank Faelon and allowing Afrasyon to fall in front of the three, leading towards Maltok's teaching shelter.
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Post by Elladan on Jun 11, 2005 21:51:48 GMT -5
Faelon ruffled the twin brother's hair and smiled to Ilosil, shaking her head in amusement. Her violet eyes glanced up at the relentless sun, beaming ever upon them with its glorious calidity, to sum up a sufficient
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"Oh, yes," her eyes fell to her sandals toes, dusted with timeless sand, " though I suppose I'm a bit anxious. Maltok is checking up on our learning today. you know how those days can be, I'm sure."
She looked up at the hunter ahead of her, awing the finished product of many years of training. Some day perhaps she would carry that bow and quiver upon her back, hold that attentive eye, that readied posture. Then again, she knew naught of her true path yet. She may not even become a hunter. A few more years would have to reveal her finished product.
"And you, Afrasyon?"
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Post by Arwen on Jun 12, 2005 8:09:07 GMT -5
Aluni was now playing with a little ball of white light at the tips of her fingers, sblack personing softly at the action from the other girl, ruffling her brother Ilosil's hair. She shook her head slightly, tisking as she glanced up to see him scowling and flattening the usual dark hair of their people. His dark purple eyes glanced over at her, black brows raising slightly before the girl glanced back to her magic ball, shaking her head again.
Afrasyon glanced back momentarily, almost seeming to ponder the words a carefully for a few seconds.
"Yes, he would at this time. Nerves are as they always were. I fair well--home again for a few days, then I am bid to take some of you out on my next trip hunting, along with one of the other hunters, of Maltok's choice. I am to hone your skills in hunting in Shift and with the bow."
Ilosil brightened suddenly, standing straighter. He was to be a hunter or mage, one of the two, and grinned broadly. He would, no doubt, be one of the selected... right?
"What of magic, Afrasyon?"
"If you will be refining your skills in using magic in the hunt, it will be with our other teacher, for I know little of the ways of the mage, as you all well know."
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Post by Elladan on Jun 12, 2005 14:59:58 GMT -5
"Will he? Oh, I do hope to be picked. I could use a bit of experience, and perhaps some time away from here might do me well," she glanced at the little ball Aluni rolled at her fingers, pondering the thought of an adventure through the desert, tracking, using magic. That would be wonderful! If only she could ace the test and slide easily into a favorable pick for the hunt.
She sighed, amethysts roaming about, aiming for no object in particular. They were near Maltok's shelter, too near, and the butterflies in her stomach were increasing with every step.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 12, 2005 19:35:42 GMT -5
"No need to be nervous, Faelon, you excel in all your skills," Afrasyon remarked reassuringly, his lips curving into a slight smile, almost a rarity for the fellow, then turned to the twins, falling back in line with the three younger Anors. "However, Ilosil and Aluni are a different story. Sibling rivalry is meant for children, not for teens as yourself. Both of your mage talents are much higher on the scale than most, and Ilosil's talents in the hunt are excellent, but the latter does pay too much attention to being a better mage than his sister where the need rests in the hunt, where his personality truly lies." He lifted a brow, gazing at the boy, who smiled slightly. The talk wasn't condescending--it was Afrasyon. Serious, wary, straightforward Afrasyon. Well.
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Post by Elladan on Jun 13, 2005 22:28:28 GMT -5
She looked up, smiling in her turn, casting a glance over at the boy he spoke of to mark his reaction.
"I'll have to prove that."
She could see Maltok now. His face was solemn, the way it always was in the morning. His purple eyes were constant, observant, intelligent. His countanence was mixed, kind, but marked with the certain sterness of an old teacher. Students rarely disrespected the man. Most even looked up to him, awed him with child-like amazement.
He was leaning againts a heavily engraved wooden staff, worn with age and use, and greeted them with a nod. Faelon shuddered, forcing a smile.
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Post by Arwen on Jun 14, 2005 8:32:28 GMT -5
"You prove it every day. This is just memory. You will do fine, Faelon. All three of you will. Concentrate on your own work, however... Do not seek to know how the other is doing until you walk out of this tent after it is finished."
His eyes then turned to Maltok, and he nodded solemnly, bending his body slightly too to accompany the slightest of bows to his elder.
Aluni and Ilosil, twins as they were, had identical looks of forboding on their faces, glancing up at the much older Anorian as if they might be going to their death inside Maltok's tent.
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Post by Elladan on Jun 14, 2005 21:59:47 GMT -5
"Thank you, Afrasyon, for your kindness and good words. I hope to see you on the hunt, as well as the both of you!" she nodded to the hunter, eyes sparkling with gratitude, lips curved in a smile of sincerity.
She nodded to Maltok accordingly, then entered the tent through the small beaded flap, eyes wide and vivid violet.
The tent was large and accomidating inside, a cool and shady break from the sun and sand. Soft, beaded rugs blanketed the ground, and pleasent smells swarthed around, calm and soothing. Book were staked randomly... This was just the main interior room. Most of the training was done outside, even many lessons.
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