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Kadaj (mothersbestson) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-15 16:51:00

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ayla, complete, day 15, kadaj

Day 15
Who: Kadaj and Ayla
When: Day 15 evening
What: Seeing A Familiar Face
Where: A bench looking toward the vineyard
Rating: G
Status: In progress

He sat on the bench, his chin resting on his right gloved hand while the left loosely held the sword hilt that stuck out of the scabbard. Shifting his elbow off the belt buckle around his thigh without raising his head, Kadaj stared at the orderly lines of the vineyard fields. He didn't have any real answers regarding the planet but all he wondered about was the footprints to be seen here and there in the dirt.

Perhaps he needed to go eat something in the restaurant or maybe just sleeping would be good. Sighing, he put his face into both his hands. His white hair hung down over the black fingers. He thought about the fact that there were dreams during sleep now. His mind jumped from subject to subject in a random fashion because he didn't want to dream just then. What good was it when he had to wake up after seeming to be alive again on Gaia, or after being back in the Lifestream? Like all the stolen people he'd met to date, he didn't want to be here.

Someone approached, his senses warned. Had he been where he belonged, he would have looked up... No, he wouldn't have even been sitting amongst green, growing things so it didn't matter.

Kadaj just continued sitting there holding his head in his hands.

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mothersbestson
2008-09-26 01:28 pm UTC (link)

Kadaj listened and learned about Ayla from the natural innocence of her actions. Yes, he knew how people reproduced and had a lot of whispers in his memories about confusing human rituals, especially when it came to modesty and certain mores. If there was irony in the fact that he was just about the most perfect person to gaze upon her scars, he wouldn't know it. He just reacted in a similar manner to the way she behaved, easily keeping his reaction ingenuous. This was something he could have managed even if she had stripped, as long as she did it in her current mindset.

Though he did blink in surprise when she dropped her leggings. Her gaze up at him, however, quelled any human teen instinct he might have possessed. How easy it was to let the alien part dominate. Not to the point where he had to withdraw but just enough to accept her actions the way she meant them.

He considered what it really meant to the woman, having the Cave Lion for her totem when that was the creature which 'marked' her. And he didn't really get it, this young hybrid warrior who was certainly 'marked' with the cat eyes and white hair of Jenova.

Kadaj blinked again at Ayla's comments about being bad. "So you mean because you were different in appearance and actions, because you were simply being yourself, that made you bad. Hnn... can't be changed, sounds like Mother...."

How weird that she visably winced at the idea of fighting. While he could ignore the whole human sexual identity, battle and challenge always made his eyes glow more green. His pupils narrowed almost to the point of vanishing.

"So your society didn't go to war?" Kadaj mused. "I guess they dealt with things that scare them by shunning, like in your situation. Or if they came across different people, the behavior was cautious but not hostile, am I right? I guess my leader couldn't settle the dispute, if that's how you'd like to put it. But...."

He looked at her, wondering how to explain. "Don't be sorry I have to fight. It's something in me, I was created to fight... we don't shun what we think are bad spirits but we turn and battle them. I guess most people considered me and my brothers the bad spirits, if you want me to be honest. Except for the woman, the Ancient who took me by the hand when I died."

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_ayla_
2008-10-01 11:37 am UTC (link)

"I did things that they didn't like. I should have been a good Clan woman. I might still be with them now, if I had. I should never have started hunting. That made everything worse. And then when I wouldn't give Durc up... that really made them angry." There was a tonal quality to her voice that convyed the sorrow she felt at being cast out, even though she knew it was for the better. She never would have met Jondalar if she had stayed with the Clan. And he might have died if she hadn't been in the Valley at that time.

She shook her head at the question about the Clan going to war. "No. There was no war, no violence. Yes, caution and indifference, but no hostility." She furrowed her brows as he went on to explain that he was created to fight, that it was something he didn't mind and maybe even liked. Ayla nodded, putting another grape in her mouth.

She was nearly finished with the bunch in her hands and it was now mostly just a skeleton of naked stems. "Who are the Ancients? They sound important, but I don't understand why." She looked at him as they continued to walk down the seemingly endless rows of grapes. Bees zoomed around their heads, stopping on the sticky fruit and then flying away abruptly.

Her arms swung casually at her sides, long limbed and thin enough to hide the underlying strength. She had to be tough, not in the way a fighter had to be tough. But she had to endure, and have stamina that would allow her to accomplish all she had to in the daylight hours. "We had Mog-ur. He was the magician, the holy man of the Clan. Creb was special. His totem was the Cave Bear. It marked him when he was a child, the way my totem marked me. I lived at his hearth with Iza, his sister. Brun, the Clan leader was his brother." In all reality, that made Broud a kind of foster cousin to her. But he had never treated her with anything but distain. A fact that made her sad to think about.

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