Post by Tashe on Nov 25, 2009 22:33:54 GMT -5
Cavelieran was used to the feeling of damp hair in the autumn breeze, but his cousin didn't share the familiarity. They had been swimming in the lake because Nautic had arrived in the middle of his training with Raidy, in which they were practicing for the Paper Lantern ceremony. She would hopefully be participating in it unless pulled for another assignment that night. But lessons were cut short in favor of not boring his cousin to death, not that his playful Raidy minded. It did, unfortunately, mean another hour of training tomorrow. Which reminded him... "Are you feeling better now Nausi?" He let his attention shift from the tents before them and onto his cousin, who had been toweling off his hair for seemingly the last twenty minutes.
"Yep! Not as cold now. But I haven't seen Absy in a while, have you seen her?" Flopping the towel over his shoulder, Nautic produced a comb from up his sleeve and attempted to tame his now ruffled hair. It was nice to spend time with his cousin, even if he had to be in water half the time. He always got a kick out of the fact they looked a like, except for their heights of course. Cavelieran was a good four inches taller than he was, and well... more muscled. Maybe having to swim every time he visited wasn't a bad idea, it seemed to be doing good things for his cousin.
"She's probably with Fianne. She hasn't left her alone since we introduced them." Picking at his belt Cavelieran smiled slightly. It wasn't often that he got to instruct Nautic how to dress for a gather, in fact, it was the Wherling that normally picked out the outfits. But, seeing as how Nautic had never been to a celebration for the dead such as this one, Cavey had the chance to exercise his own fashion talents. Even if they were rather simple. He himself had on a teal robe that was tied loosely at his waist, which was worn over green breeches and a white shirt. His gather clothing usually mimicked the water, but now even more it seemed appropriate. While Nautic wore brighter oranges and reds, symbolizing fire. More specifically, the fire that had been in the hearts of those now passed. It also seemed to represent the vast difference in their personalities. The Wherling was spur of the moment and never really there, always in one spot and then a moment later, another. While he was more lucid, and patient. "Speaking of Fi." He held out his hand for his flitter to land on, slightly mystified at the green growth that she seemed to have grown on her back. Noting a few seconds later that it was a Salamandyr and not a strange ailment. "Yes, here she is." Removing his cousin's odd pet, Cavelieran gave her to Nautic before placing Fianne on his shoulder.
"Absinthe!" He grabbed her gently from Cavey, placing her on his shoulder between the towel and his neck, making it less likely for her to fall off. He wished he could have brought Nautsk, she would have loved it out here among the many people and the bright colors. But it was too bright outside, even for a 'wild' wher to brave. Maybe when the autumn clouds moved in... at least his constant check-ups settled any ill-ease he had about leaving her behind. She was currently sleeping like a rock in their rooms, even Mouse had been asleep when he left. The silly Darter had only just got comfortable around his Green, and now that she had, Mouse often liked to perch on the little Wher as if she was a Runner. "Come oooon Caveykins." He grinned as his cousin grimaced at the nickname, Nautic knew that the Dolphineer disliked it out in public. All the more reason to use it! "I want to g to the Weaver's stall. I heard there are some new tunics that are in style and I want to see them for myself!" And with that, the Wherling nearly sprinted into the chaos that was called the gather.
"Nausi!" He paused before adding to his equally exasperated flitter, "Those two are going to be the deaths of us. I won't die heroically doing Dolphineer duties. No, I will be worn to the bone by him." Shaking his head, Cavelieran took a considerably slower time in reaching the Weaver's stall, where he found his cousin hiding around the corner of the tent with his mouth agape. Which the Journeyman fixed by shutting it for him.
"Its them. I can't believe its them./
"Them who?" He peered into the tent only to be snatched back hastily by Nautic. "I only saw two kindly looking women."
"I knooow. But those two kindly looking women are like... like... renown Masterweavers. I am not worthy."
The way his cousin was going on, it sounded as if he was about to meet the Queen Faranath herself. "Nautic, if you didn't love Whers so much, you should have followed Aunt Naura's suggestion and become a weaver. I swear boy, you are more concerned with fashion than you are with with anything else. Save Nautsk." Grabbing the Wherling's arm, Cavey had to nearly drag Nautic into the tent. Offering the women a smile, he clamped a hand on his cousin's free shoulder so he couldn't run away. The look on the Wherling's face was somewhere between awe and being mollified. "Good day, Masterweavers. My cousin here is a great admirer of your skilled creations and could not wait a moment more to visit your stall, so excuse our abrupt entrance."
"Yep! Not as cold now. But I haven't seen Absy in a while, have you seen her?" Flopping the towel over his shoulder, Nautic produced a comb from up his sleeve and attempted to tame his now ruffled hair. It was nice to spend time with his cousin, even if he had to be in water half the time. He always got a kick out of the fact they looked a like, except for their heights of course. Cavelieran was a good four inches taller than he was, and well... more muscled. Maybe having to swim every time he visited wasn't a bad idea, it seemed to be doing good things for his cousin.
"She's probably with Fianne. She hasn't left her alone since we introduced them." Picking at his belt Cavelieran smiled slightly. It wasn't often that he got to instruct Nautic how to dress for a gather, in fact, it was the Wherling that normally picked out the outfits. But, seeing as how Nautic had never been to a celebration for the dead such as this one, Cavey had the chance to exercise his own fashion talents. Even if they were rather simple. He himself had on a teal robe that was tied loosely at his waist, which was worn over green breeches and a white shirt. His gather clothing usually mimicked the water, but now even more it seemed appropriate. While Nautic wore brighter oranges and reds, symbolizing fire. More specifically, the fire that had been in the hearts of those now passed. It also seemed to represent the vast difference in their personalities. The Wherling was spur of the moment and never really there, always in one spot and then a moment later, another. While he was more lucid, and patient. "Speaking of Fi." He held out his hand for his flitter to land on, slightly mystified at the green growth that she seemed to have grown on her back. Noting a few seconds later that it was a Salamandyr and not a strange ailment. "Yes, here she is." Removing his cousin's odd pet, Cavelieran gave her to Nautic before placing Fianne on his shoulder.
"Absinthe!" He grabbed her gently from Cavey, placing her on his shoulder between the towel and his neck, making it less likely for her to fall off. He wished he could have brought Nautsk, she would have loved it out here among the many people and the bright colors. But it was too bright outside, even for a 'wild' wher to brave. Maybe when the autumn clouds moved in... at least his constant check-ups settled any ill-ease he had about leaving her behind. She was currently sleeping like a rock in their rooms, even Mouse had been asleep when he left. The silly Darter had only just got comfortable around his Green, and now that she had, Mouse often liked to perch on the little Wher as if she was a Runner. "Come oooon Caveykins." He grinned as his cousin grimaced at the nickname, Nautic knew that the Dolphineer disliked it out in public. All the more reason to use it! "I want to g to the Weaver's stall. I heard there are some new tunics that are in style and I want to see them for myself!" And with that, the Wherling nearly sprinted into the chaos that was called the gather.
"Nausi!" He paused before adding to his equally exasperated flitter, "Those two are going to be the deaths of us. I won't die heroically doing Dolphineer duties. No, I will be worn to the bone by him." Shaking his head, Cavelieran took a considerably slower time in reaching the Weaver's stall, where he found his cousin hiding around the corner of the tent with his mouth agape. Which the Journeyman fixed by shutting it for him.
"Its them. I can't believe its them./
"Them who?" He peered into the tent only to be snatched back hastily by Nautic. "I only saw two kindly looking women."
"I knooow. But those two kindly looking women are like... like... renown Masterweavers. I am not worthy."
The way his cousin was going on, it sounded as if he was about to meet the Queen Faranath herself. "Nautic, if you didn't love Whers so much, you should have followed Aunt Naura's suggestion and become a weaver. I swear boy, you are more concerned with fashion than you are with with anything else. Save Nautsk." Grabbing the Wherling's arm, Cavey had to nearly drag Nautic into the tent. Offering the women a smile, he clamped a hand on his cousin's free shoulder so he couldn't run away. The look on the Wherling's face was somewhere between awe and being mollified. "Good day, Masterweavers. My cousin here is a great admirer of your skilled creations and could not wait a moment more to visit your stall, so excuse our abrupt entrance."
