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Rhiannon Flynn (theflynngirl) wrote in watchers_rp,
@ 2017-06-04 18:51:00

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#day 008/08 may, liona, rhiannon

Who: Rhiannon and Liona
Where: A hidden clearing in the woods
When: Around 1:45pm

Rhiannon wasn't doing well today. She couldn't stop thinking about her conversation to the High Priest of Arcadie, or what might come of it, and felt terribly melancholy about the whole thing. After lunch time, as she did when her good mood abandoned her, she asked her twin and his wife to mind the Inn and tavern, and headed for the stables to ride into the woods on her own. Some time alone always did a lot more good than trying to get on with things, she had found.

She saw her brother's twin children playing too close to the horses and was about to warn them away when she heard an odd voice screaming to 'get these children out of here'. It wasn't Geoff, whose man-like voice had recently broken, making him sound less like a man and more like a broken flute of some kind. And yet, Geoff tried to calm a brown horse belonging to a patron before telling the children not to frighten the horses. As Rhiannon looked around, she saw no one else yelling about the children though joining that voice, there was now a softer plea for apples that Rhiannon also couldn't place until Geoff started mouthing off to a horse who was drooling all over his hands about how there were no more apples or sugar for now.

Blinking, she froze in her tracks, almost not hearing Geoff when he asked her if she needed something. It took her a while to ask the boy to prepare a horse, and then she sent the twins off to play with their grandpa in the house instead, although she did so absently, unsure whether someone was making jokes or she was hearing things. Because her own situation couldn't get any stranger. After a few moments of hearing quiet mumbling, she asked Geoff if he was playing some sort of game, which he denied in earnest before she sent him back to work and decided, as she often did, to ignore whatever was happening and get on with her plan. She got onto the saddle and got going.

The whole ride she heard faint murmurs, and as she arrived to a well known, yet well hidden clearing, Rhiannon was truly scared. When she hopped off the horse and tied its reigns to a nearby tree, and she often did, a bird flew overhead - only instead of its normal call Rhiannon heard 'Food over there!" instead. Distinctly, repeatedly, and further off as the bird's distance increased. And then, responses to the news - also from birds. Rhiannon slumped against a tree, looking around as she trembled while the idea of her own creeping madness entered her mind. Was she going mad on top of it all?

Pulling her knees into her chest, Rhiannon looked around as she continued to hear faint murmurs about food and perceived danger, as if the forest were filled with people yet Rhiannon couldn't see a soul. She knew she should leave, yet she felt frozen with fear. With trembling hands she wrapped her arms around her knees and lowered her head, only faintly short of sobbing as she, too, started murmuring; begging the Watchers to make whatever was happening to her to simply stop.

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darkreflection
2017-06-06 05:17 pm UTC (link)

Liona was not particularly fond of the woods. She never had been, even when she had spent time on the Island, and she had always been secretly relieved to live where she did. Beinn was not precisely ugly, but trees were not abundant there. She loved the smell of the surf and the wet rocks, the way that everything seemed to be crumbling after so long, proof that men were full of folly to believe that they could ever build something near to the sea and not have it destroyed by that very sea. Mortal men had built it, surely, for Gifted one's would've put their magic into the stones and it would not have weathered as it did. People were not allowed into her rooms - her mother's old ones - for that very reason. The rest of the castle showed bits of wear or damp as one in its location should, but Liona's rooms did not. Magic was to thank for that, magic she was not willing to share with many.

She suspected magic had something to do with why she was out here. It had started when she went to the market to look for some very specific ingredients for a poison she was brewing to present to Nevina as a gift, a little known one she believed her mother had invented since she had found the recipe nowhere but her journal, when she had realized that she was hearing voices that did not belong to the people around her.

Curiosity was what she would blame for the start, and now she was just lost. When had she wandered into the woods? Where had she done so? If it came down to it, she would resort to a spell, but surely if she was hearing the animals - and that was what it was, squirrels were shockingly annoying - then they could hear her. "Listen-" she began to a robin, stopping when she realized there was a woman and a horse in the clearing. A commoner. Commoners did have their uses. "Hello?" Liona called, stopping with plenty of distance. "Could you perhaps help me?"

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theflynngirl
2017-06-06 08:40 pm UTC (link)

Unsure of whether the 'hello' was from a person or an animal, Rhiannon refused to raise her head at first. In fact, she insisted with the talking thing to "Stop talking to me!" before it spoke again and Rhiannon raised her head at last to see a blonde girl.

"Are you the one asking for help?" She asked weakly, meanwhile ignoring her horse who once again asked for apples and protested against insects she couldn't see. Rhiannon was never one to refuse aid to anybody, though at the moment she offered it reluctantly. Sighing, she straightened her back. "What do you need?"

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darkreflection
2017-06-07 05:54 am UTC (link)

"Are you just the picture of politeness," Liona murmured when the woman shouted for someone to stop talking. Liona, of course, was hearing multiple voices at the moment, but she assumed that was something specific. She had come this way in part to try and discover what she was hearing. Perhaps it was a message from the Keeper or a test from the Hand. This? This wasn't any of that. The Hand may very well use a commoner girl, but why would talking animals bring her here?

Liona straightened when the woman looked towards her, realizing she was a person. Apparently that was surprising. Maybe she is a feral. Liona had heard tales of them. She had also heard that they tended to be a little rough around the edges and dirty. The way she had pictured them was in clothes that were ill-fitted with dirt on their faces and messy hair. This particular woman did not fill either of those requirements. She must have just been a commoner who happened to be out in the woods hearing voices she... she... Instead of answering the question, Liona tipped her head slightly to the side. "Are you hearing strange things? Voices that should not be there?"

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theflynngirl
2017-06-09 12:49 am UTC (link)

Rhiannon ignored the obvious chiding aimed at her and her politeness, not wanting to start a fight when things were already topsy-turvy enough. And it was unnerving enough that the blonde young woman seemed to be observing her like a doe she might find deeper in the woods, or some such. On the other hand maybe Rhiannon could make like one of those critters and run away out of startlement.

The question left Rhiannon speechless and made her swallow hard. She did not want to admit it to just anyone, but it was hard to hide. And she assumed that the only way the blonde would know was if she was going through the same thing, too. Furrowing her brow, Rhiannon eyed her suspiciously. "Are you?"

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