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Post by Willow Omens on Sept 10, 2021 2:42:00 GMT -5
New Haven was a well known town in Clover Kingdom, it was a staple of the Havenite people, refugees from a far away land that had been since destroyed. They made their homes in a strange set up. Rather than a standard village of thatch and wood, rather than a villa of brick and mortar, they made their home up in the trees. Trees which reached over one hundred feet into the air and then some. People came in on brooms to the landing platforms, but for those that traveled on feet there were little stirrup vines. Putting your foot in one and giving a tug would give you a quick elevator ride up to the town.
Speaking of the town itself, it was covered in a canopy of colored leaves. Houses made from reinforced wood and straw, staircases that went up higher to different levels. Bridges that spanned spaces in branches and a number of platforms to find your footing on. For places it was too dark there were string lanterns, a collection of them dangling from each coil of lining to light the way for those with poor eyesight.
The people of New Haven all boasted a unique physique, muscles and physicality were their forte. They relied on physical reinforcement when their bodies could not, but far from traditional mages, even young Havenites could hold their own in a fist fight. Well, most.
Today was a special day for New Haven though, the sounds of strange percussion instruments, woodwinds and strings could be heard even at the bottom of the village. It seemed there was some sort of party going on, enough that lights could be seen shooting through breaks in the branches like god rays.
Torches of different shapes and sizes darted the walkways of New Haven, many people had some sort of jewelry that glowed like embers on their way to becoming ashes. The attire was much more festive, ranging from red and white to bright contrasting accents to the main motifs of the outfits.
Toward the center was a collection of people gathered round, from New Haven and outside New Haven, all waiting to see something on a stage. Someone was coming to perform live it seemed?
Willow Omens, the first daughter of the village chief was going to be doing a dance of fire and water with her new spirit. Special ember style beads around her ankles and wrists, with flowing sashes of water like fabric connecting them. A sheer veil that covered the lower half of her face with a lovely dancer's vestment and hood that covered her body. Her legs covered in extra spacious baggy dancer pants. If anything, one could say she looked like a genie, plucked straight from a magic bottle.
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on Sept 18, 2021 2:21:11 GMT -5
This persons life hadn't caused him to have any particular feelings towards it, as the only part it played in life was in bathing and drinking. Commoners don't typically do things like take trips to a beach, so that made sense. Honestly if not for the existence of magic, water would be unlikely to even drink without heating it. Like the breath from ones lungs, or the grass under the feet it blended in with every day things. The only time the young man had seen a lot of water in one space that resulted in him getting soaked had been kikka. That was a bit over two years ago now, but the event was still etched into the memory. Those waters hid monsters with a thirst that couldn't be quenched by water, moved by a deamon that wore a womans face. This old event was one of the reasons he had arrived to new haven. It was better to face the insecurities bit by bit instead of letting it become an obstacle impossible to climb on your own. Maybe one day he would find Hinota and apologize for being such a fool around yule, letting his dark feelings cloud his judgments and dictate his actions. Maybe the only way to keep himself from getting emotional like that again would be to confront the source, but his family was certainly not something he could confront on his own. This is why he had to deal with it in less direct ways.
Don't immediately give up on reconnecting with people, even if its been a long time now. Learn how to take breaks better, otherwise all he will know is giving up halfway there before focusing everything in being a magic knight. This didn't mean he was less dedicated to his job, but more so. He learned very early on that the best that serve are 'whole' people. He could still become that even with memories missing, but not without a lot of work that couldn't be done by the normal type of practice. Books wouldn't help in this endeavor either. Learning how to be a friend, how to properly socialize when not focused on work, and how to connect with other people were the steps that needed to be taken. One day he would need to take off the guise of innocence, maybe. It was so useful in avoiding much of any trouble and questions that would trouble the azure deer. The lights in this strange town had a lure about them, leading quiet footsteps slowly towards where the most lights and sounds arrived to. It was Willow, who certainly held herself quite differently than she had two years ago in Kikka. This was a very different situation and place though, so of course that made sense. Also, nothing stands still for the tides of time. Arriving there it seemed at this time seemed to mean a show rather than any sort of conversation.
Post by Willow Omens on Oct 5, 2021 3:45:16 GMT -5
Willow continued to dance. Putting twirls into her steps and pivoting about the stage. Little leaps with high rises of her legs every single jump she put into it let flecks of water fly off from her movements, and as they left her field of influence they burst into short lived flames. The four other back up dancers followed after with lesser versions of her movement, trying to accentuate the chief's daughter and her display for the festival.
The music was a symphony of strings and percussion, with wind instruments chiming in with pacing to match the rest of the dance.
As people gathered to admire the festival, there was a fair collection of folks from different regions of the country. New Haven had earned enough of a reputation that people from outside of the town had come to see the festival, and it was clear that they were all more than welcome. People were offered a chance to join Willow and the others up on the stage.
One older gentleman stepped up to take part in it, and Willow was more than happy to get the man moving a bit. Bringing her arms across the air in front of herself, she briefly clapped her hands together and spun about, tilting back on one foot with one leg lifting up high into the air.
Even while Joseph was in the crowd, people were talking among themselves about how much Willow had changed. That spirit, her efforts to try and be a knight, her episodes from the past. She was like a different person over time, and now it was showing truly.
"Isn't she amazing?" asked one person, trying to get Joseph's attention, it was a woman with long red hair with pink tips. It reached down to her waist, and her outfit helped to accentuate her nature as a New Havenite. She looked like she was proud to see Willow like that.
"It's really hard to believe she grew so much from what she was like...her father and I couldn't be more astonished and proud."
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on Oct 26, 2021 23:47:28 GMT -5
Something unexpected, a person from the crowd speaking to him. It was the downside of sticking out. In such an area it was impossible to blend in when you weren't one of the people. Joseph was likely the only non local there. The woman speaking to him looked a bit like Willow and spoke like a proud parent beaming with delight. The question was pretty upfront. This was only the second time he had seen her, the first time during the raque event. Proud parents. ~What's that like?~ A silent question spoken with hands, meant only for himself. He would never know the answer, nor was even convinced that his biological father was the same man that had lost his mind out of fear and concern. This on the other hand was a woman in a proper mind state. This person looked full of so much joy and pride. This wasn't new to see on peoples faces, but interacting with them could typically be avoided. This was clearly Willows mother though, from the words coming from their lips to the physical similarities between them. It was nice to see people happy, but something about seeing a family that was close could be a bit uncomfortable, a discomfort from knowing that this shouldn't be so foreign to him. His expression was a bit blank while these thoughts briefly swam through their mind, a hazed look that an innocent youth wouldn't be able to pull off.
It didn't look bad unless one knew what to look for, or what such things meant. It was replaced with a a warmly welcoming expression. The large warm colored peachy pale pink eyes were the short of color that was very good at relaxing, a color of innocence and youth. “Your daughter is very amazing. The only time I interacted with her was against the deamon that attacked Raque. She seems a lot more confident than before.” He never had a negative opinion of her, otherwise he wouldn't be there. She spoke something he couldn't understand, but he doubted willow understood sign language either. But her tongue was proof of being part of a unique culture, his hand speak was merely proof that at one point he lacked something that most had. “Funny how someone can go against something that big and evil yet still seem to lack self assurance. I don't know what happened, but it's a wonderful thing.” Confidence could effect just about every aspect of a persons being. Was she happier now? Whatever spark that caused that soul to sing, within her it had painted something alight in what used to seem like a song of rain over an ocean.
Post by Willow Omens on Jan 4, 2022 0:28:13 GMT -5
"She really loves her people, her home, this place....above all else." The woman said to Joseph, continuing on, "She's been like this around the village all the time because it feels safe to her, but she's opened up much more. I attribute it to the spirit she contracted. That and she made more sense of herself."
She continued to watch the performance, conversing with Joseph without meeting his eyes directly, she wasn't dismissive in her presence or her words, she was just so fixated on admiring how much her oldest daughter had matured.
"She used to be plagued with bouts of spiritual madness, something everyone in the village knows about. Changing with the phases of the moon, it was like she became a different person, after her encounter with the daemon, she really sought out to learn more about it. She seems to have made peace with whoever is inside her heart with her." This woman, her eyes could see more than they let on. "I'm just happy she's found her balance finally and can start to shine."
As the dance started to wind down, Willow went into one more flipping flourish, a gout of water was thrown up into the air, pockets of air formed while little flickers of flame caught the sudden intake of air before the fire was ignited further, and the water and flame extinguished in a flash of steam! Following the uproarious applause, Willow saw herself off the stage, and made her way over to her mother. Meandering through the crowd she finally came right up to the woman and embraced her in a hug.
"Oh! Hello! It has been a while! I am hoping you've been well!" One thing had not changed about her, she still couldn't use proper common speech for the life of her.
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on Mar 19, 2022 3:06:57 GMT -5
“Her people...” It was a strange thing to think on. A place to belong, that was something Willow had. This was likely where she grew up and honestly? It didn't take much effort to see how deeply people there cared about the pink haired person. ~I wish I had something like this, even in a very small form.~ The young man signed these words to themself. If they were her 'people', then they spoke that other language, right? The young man knew little about it himself, save for the fact that they heard it during the events of Raque that long time back. The words were not understood by him, but it had been clearly something deeply ingrained. Just as the ex azure deer couldn't escape speaking with their hands, something ingrained even into their very magic itself. The comments the woman made about spiritual madness was a bit confusing. Was the mother speaking of a strange side effect caused by the shattering? “May I ask what a spiritual madness is? I don't understand.” Who was in her heart? That sort of 'madness' sounded more than a little complicated. At least Willows mother seemed to be quite good at the clover kingdoms common tongue. That might make hearing an explanation a bit easier on both parties. The dance was still interesting to see. It certainly showed skill, even if the young man didn't share the crowds interest in fire.
Most people had some interest in fire in one way or another, but Cobborns mother ruined that for him. The addition of water was something that somehow made the fire just a bit interesting, even if that only happened around the end. Of course the young man clapped after it ended, that's what you do when someone preforms well. Many clapped, which only made sense. It made sense that Willow walked over to this direction, as the woman he had been speaking to was that persons mother. Someone with a good bond with family would seek them out in important moments, or even just because. This was something the peachy orange haired person could remember enjoying while it lasted for him. Maybe this was one of the reasons why it was so hard to accept and move forward, or to remember earlier things that feel contradictory towards later memories. Or maybe it would re-contextualize everything in a very uncomfortable way. But none of this had any bearings on what was in the here and now. Their lips moved into a smile, giving a bit of a wave. Was he doing well? “Life has been interesting for me. That was an amazing dance performance, though I don't know the event being celebrated? What have you been up to?” Joseph liked to think that this was a good way to keep the conversation on her rather than himself. This wasn't his day, after all.
It was clear something was being celebrated, right? All the lights, people gathered, the complex dance involving fire. That wasn't an every day thing, right? “How has the day treated you so far?” Broken common speak wasn't an issue top him, as it was something that could always improve with time anyway. At least she could speak it, right? That's what mattered.
