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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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_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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