Post by Akante on Feb 1, 2012 0:31:18 GMT -5
Akeail said:
Arwan wandered through the trees, he had finished setting his camp up and was now wandering through the brush, exploring his new home. Xanto was gone in the morning, but had slept in his halter and saddle, so he was obviously a humans animal, hopefully that and the feather that the mare had given them. He had his bow over his shoulder, he had decided not to hunt, simply because he didn't want to accidentally kill one of the wolves or other animals here, since, well, the mare was here, and so was Xanto, so what else couldn't he shoot?
With a sigh the twenty year old guy sat down on the ground and pulled some jerky from one of the saddle bags he had turned into a shoulder bag temporarily. Munching on the dried meat got him thinking, the mare had feathers in her mane, and horses cant put them there, right? So must mean there was another human here. He frowned slightly, "I wonder who belongs here..." He murmured quietly, lost in thought. Though, he heard a bit of rustling and reached back to hold one of several of his arrows, holding his bow sideways, kneeling on the soft ground, his buckskin pants getting the brunt of the muck as he listened for the noise again, his hand slowly moving the arrow out of the birch quiver at his side, to the string of his bow, "Whos there?" He'd call out, the noise had been faint, but now that he called out, he slowly stood up, moving the rest of his jerky to his mouth, taking his time to chew, his brown eyes searched the underbrush for movement. His bow and arrows at the ready. He wasn't planning on shooting, just intimidating. He kept his thoughts moving, maybe someone heard his Elk's bugle yesterday... Hm, that would be an interesting discussion, 'you have a horse? Cool! I ride an elk.' He chuckled softly at this thought.
What was the possibility of running into the horses human the first day around?
Mama said:
When Creek Dancer had first returned home, it was odd to see the mare without the characterisitc silver feathers that marked the bond between the human and the horse. At first, Deerscream had been hurt. Then, she had been appeased when the horse managed to "sign" language to her that there was another one of her. Well, a male, but still, another human. As the first human here
Directly charge in and find him.
Needless to say, after carefully following the trails she had already paced on the marshlands, she found him.
"Whos there?"
She paused, almost having folded back the big exotic frond that kept her from being seen. Gathering her abundant courage, the woman pointfully ripped down the waxy leaf and stared at the other person with all the wrath she could manage. The intimidating glance would last for all of three seconds before she would make a semi-circle with one arm, her expression melting into a grand smile complete with twinkling eyes.
"Hello. I'm Little Deerscream. Who are you?"
Casually, she would flick the trail of her formerly white skirt behind her legs, awaiting the response of this other. Her mind was already whirling with plans, all of them having him join her in her exploits. Deerscream was the industry, after all. Without doing anything, she was basically useless.
Akeail said:
As soon as the woman came into view, Arwan stood, his arrow falling along side the string, though still held by his pointer-finger. He wasn't really intimidated by her fierce look, though he did give her a curious and wary glance. After a few seconds the slightly smaller woman smiled after waving her arm in front of her,
"Hello. I'm Little Deerscream. Who are you?"
As she spoke, he put his arrow away and the hand that held the shaft of the bow held at his middle, he bowed, "Nice to meet you Little DeerScream," He would rise his torso and continue, "My name is Arwan... would you happen to know a large mare?" He would add quizzically, and rather curiously, if she made a hesitant answer he would continue, "She and my Elk had a bit of a play fight before she let us in here," he felt his cheeks burn slightly, "Uhh, i left the feathers with him..." He lifted his unhindered hand and scratched the back of his head before looking her over with a quick glance, she was pretty, very pretty. Damn it. "Uhm." he would wait for the woman to speak again, feeling kind of awkward standing there with nothing he could do. "Is there something i can help with? I'm feeling kind of useless," he would chuckle awkwardly before letting his brown eyes fall on Scream's face, though not really looking into her eyes. He didn't know what rules of the wild world she followed with other humans, so better safe than sorry right?
[short ack. sorry >>' ]
Mama said:
Good. He put the arrows away. If he hadn't... well, needless to say, Deerscream wasn't the least bit afraid of asserting her dominance.
Oh? So Arwan had met Creek Dancer already? She always figured the horse was a sentry of some sort, but without something else that spoke to fill in the blanks, it was hard to assume what she did in the time between her visits to the human's tree fort. "Yes; that'd be Creek Dancer." She didn't apologize in the least bit for the horse's behavior. The mare probably knew what she was doing and was full grown. Deerscream didn't have to take responsiblity for the horse's actions. "Were they silver--" she tugged on one that was neatly braided in behind her ear"--like these?" That was a silly question. Of course they were, if they came from her mare.
Always the type to be unempathetic, Deerscream merely walked closer to the male as he fidgetted, slightly frusrated with him. "Speak up."
"Is there something I can help with? I'm feeling kind of useless."
Just as she was about to reach up and grab his chin to force him to make eye contact with her, he said the magic words that dissolved all the concieted frusration flow straight out of her. She crossed her arms at waist level ever so comfortably, grinning like some snake in the grass.
"Yes." Without so much as saying 'follow me', she would turn away and begin walking toward her own tree "house". "I'm trying to move a beehive, but it's a two person job." Secretly, she wanted to say that It's a job for you but she didn't trust men around bees because they had this tendancy to get stung and say KILL 'EM.
Surely he would see reason and know that smoking the bees out, taking a few stings from the ones left, and obtaining the honey were the best things to do right now, right? There weren't any shamans to heal them if they got hurt, after all. Honey was an absolute nessecity.
Arwan said:
"Yes; that'd be Creek Dancer."
So thats what the mares name was... alrighty then. That was when he mentioned the feathers and she replied with,
"Were they silver----like these?"
"Yep." He would nod, his eyes never touching hers. He started to fidget slightly, making the woman walk closer and speak in a mildly frustrated tone,
"Speak up."
He spoke as she moved to move his chin up further, even though he was staring at her cheeks, he watched as she dropped her hand and crossed them, he simply blinked and watched her as she grinned, he shifted his weight, slightly uncomfortable with her grinning like she was,
"Yes."
As she moved away, he followed. He couldn't help but notice she was barefooted, while he wore moccasins, although he would probably keep from wearing them in the summer, and wear them only in the winters now, just to make them last longer and keep from water-logging.
"I'm trying to move a beehive, but it's a two person job."
"Alright, so we need to smoke them out right?" He was having problems recalling what his elders told him, but he knew this meant he would get stung... Good thing it was seen as therapeutic, he had watched as the elders got stung by some of the bees that hadn't fallen asleep and said that they felt the sting, but in the long run it helped their achy joints. When they couldn't do it, they told him to smoke the bees. However, that was when he was five. He was twenty-four now and couldn't recall how they smoked the bees out. How to say it... "Do you have a certain way of smoking them out?" He didn't want to appear like he figured he knew everything, unfortunately it would make him ask lots of questions to make sure that he did so correctly. He raised a hand to his tattoo'd cheek as they came to her tree 'house' and blinked, "I wouldn't've thought of that," he said looking up at the gnarled oak. He thought to how when he had done the smoking, remembering how he felt when he saw the poor bees that had stung him on the ground without their stinger. He had been rather sad, but thats a five year old for you. Unfortunately their honey was delectable. Which means it was another lost to the world, and that little bit less honey.
Mama said:
Good. It sounded as if he had done this before. Little Deerscream would have absolutely hated to have to teach him how to handle bees if he was completely foreign to the insects. The best part of it was that she was asking her what to do. Whether or not this was intentional, her ego was being fed and that was a very good thing.
"Wouldn't have though of," she started to ask until she saw he was gazing up at her little home. She let out a hum of approval before beginning to climb up the tree, calloused feet and strong fingers lending quite nicely to the process. In a short matter of time, she had tackled the task of climbing the seven feet that kept her bed area off the ground. Casually, once up, she would toss a rope back down so that Arwan could come up if he pleased.
Idily, she blushed in embarrasment once she saw what a wreck her little abode was. She would definitely need to clean it up if she was going to have guests over. But after the bees, after the bees.
Once he got up, or if he opted to stay down, once Deerscream got to her ashy fire pit, she would speak to him. "We're going to need several leaf-fulls of smoking ash. We'll keep leaving it around the bottom of the hive." During her short spiel, she would grab three waxy, large leaves and scoop ash into them with a turtle shell. She'd quickly roll them up like some ancient, giant cigar.
Fabulous.
Akeail said:
"Wouldn't have thought of...."
Arwan heard the hum of approval as he gazed up at her tree house. He glanced at Deerscream and blinked, as he noticed she was climbing up the tree. He blinked and looked away, damn it, a dark blush rose over his tanned and tattooed cheeks. It wouldn't have been a good idea to keep looking. He looked up after she appeared at the edge, "I'll just stay down here." He wasn't afraid of heights, it was more he didn't really want to climb up or down.
"We're going to need several leaf-fulls of smoking ash. We'll keep leaving it around the bottom of the hive."
He simply watched as she moved about up in her house and he started trying to figure out how they would do this properly, "Where are we taking it?" he would call up. He would find out where the hive was when Deerscream took him there. He would also find out how heavy it was. He sighed softly and looked around at the trees nearby. She certainly did find a good tree to sleep in. Very nice wide branches. He thought as he looked up at the gnarled oak again.
-sorry, im hoping this is long enough... sorry ono just want to get something down before my phone doesn't get service-
Mama said:
Hm. Wasn't coming up? His loss. The tree's view took her breath away sometimes. It was especially pleasant in the early morning.
Oh yes. Where exactly was the hive again? Uh... "Not too far. Sunset's direction from here." West, for modern humans.
She was done with the leaves now and rummaged around for her woven reed basket. Being a jack of all trades, the reed did the job but was no peice of art. Some archeologist in the future would probably be pleased but for now Deerscream was busy trying to get her some bees. The woman would crawl over to the side of the tree, then drop to her belly to pass the basket full of smoking bundles to Arwan.
If he didn't take it, there'd be trouble. But she didn't think he wouldn't.
"Careful," she'd warn him.
If he took the basket, she would turn to grab a rabbit pelt before shimming down the tree. Once both were on the group, she would smile at Arwan before walking on.
Bees, bees, good for a start! The more you breed, the more there are~
Arwan said:
"Not too far. Sunset's direction from here."
Arwan nodded and watched as she put a basket over the edge of the tree house, and slowly started to lower it. He blinked up at DeerScream as she spoke,
"Careful,"
He did as he was told, and carefully took hold of the basket, and unhooked it from her 'device' and followed her with the basket held out at a careful distance, so it didn't burn him or his belongings, or DeerScream, or the vegetation. He followed almost meekly, he didn't want to come off as a jerk, or one of those abusive men.
But when you thought about it, how could a man, get the trust of an elk through abuse? Exactly, you can't. Arwan sighed quietly, he watched his step and moved quietly around obstacles. After a bit he heard buzzing, "Are we there?" He'd ask softly, his brown eyes following a bee. He opened his palm and one landed there for a moment, searching for nectar, then buzzed off to find a flower. He watched it go, curiously. He hadn't actually payed attention to bees in a looong time. He glanced around and would follow Deer to where she wanted him, still holding the smoldering leaves in their basket carefully. He would stop when she stopped and await what she wanted him to do.
-sorry for short-