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Ayla of No People ([info]_ayla_) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 09:35:00

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Entry tags:ayla, complete, day 3, group activity, john crichton, miguel alvarez, the doctor

Day 3- Fishing
Who: Ayla, John, The Doctor and Miguel
What: Fishing
When: Morning, after breakfast
Where: The Dock/The Lake
Rating: R for nudity
Status: Complete!

Ayla had decided to stay away from the foyer this morning. She didn't want the responsibility of greeting anyone else. It was too hard to explain to new people what had happened to them. There were others that did a much better job of it. Giselle made it look downright easy. So, Ayla figured if she didn't see the flashing light of the new keys, she didn't have to greet anyone.

She went through the back door of the kitchen for some breakfast, and then headed out to see about Whinney and Racer. Both horses nickered when she neared and she began to speak to them in a combination of verbal and sign language. "Good morning, Whinney." When she said the mare's name word, it came out as more of a horse whinney than a name. "Good morning, Racer." She patted the dark steppe horse on his neck and hugged both animals. Whinney was Racer's mother, and Ayla had raised them both.

She finished her breakfast and went back to her room to get some unfinished weaving to take out into the sunshine. That's when she noticed the envelope taped to her door. She opened it and, even though there was no written language in her world, Ayla found that she could understand it. She was to go fishing this morning. Looking thoughtful, she opened her door and left the envelope on the rock formation that looked astonishingly like an end table.

She decided that if she was going to make it down to the dock, she didn't have much time, and she wouldn't be able to finish the basket she had been weaving. She left her amulet in her room. She didn't want to lose it, believeing that if she did she would die. Heading down to the lake on barefeet and graceful steps she found the dock and a golem waiting there.

She saw a boat, although she'd never seen one before arriving in Mirage, with some long poles and a box. She shifted her blue eyes to the golem, knowing that it could only answer yes or no questions. She wasn't quite sure what to ask, though. "Are we supposed to use this for catching fish?" She pointed to the boat, and then looked up to see the Golem nodding. She nodded, too. She didn't know how to use a fishing pole and tackle, so she would do it her own way.



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[info]_ayla_
2008-06-14 08:25 pm UTC (link)
Ayla had been looking at the water and watching for fish when she heard the footsteps approaching. She turned and smiled at the man who, in turn, smiled at her. She lifted her hand to reciprocate the wave and nodded to him. She wasn't quite sure what a buddy was, but it didn't sound like a bad thing. "You are to go fishing as well?" Well, what would he be doing here if he wasn't, Ayla? She spoke to herself. Stating the obvious had never been one of her weaknesses.

Her eyes looked past the man in the suit to a younger looking man with brown skin. The color of his skin reminded her of the people of the Clan. But he wasn't quite as hairy, nor as stocky and muscular. His brown eyes and hair werea comfort to her, though. She smiled at him as well, until he addressed her. She wasn't quite sure what he meant by his comment, but it didn't have a note of sincerity to it. It seemed that he was making fun of her.

She looked mildly hurt, she could never seem to check her feelings, but she spoke her name anyway. "I am Ayla." She turned as he walked toward the boat and looked into it. "I do not knowhow to use the sticks inside, but I have gone fishing before." Another set of footsteps heralded yet another member of the party.

He was a handsome man, also with dark hair, but he was very tall. Even she had to look up to him. She smiled up at him as he glasped one of her hands between both of his. She could tell by his body language that his words were sincere. "Thank you, John. I am Ayla. If you need help, you need only ask." She nodded to him and stepped back. She looked to the golem who pointed to the boat. Time to go.

She bit down on her lower lip. She'd never seen a boat, let alone gotten in one. Instead, she walked down the dock back to the bank and removed her wrap. She folded it neatly and left it on a rock before she waded into the water. She looked back at the men on the dock before she swam toward them with strong clean strokes.

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