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~The Lands Down Under (Private RP)~
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → ~The Lands Down Under (Private RP)~DD felt troubled. On one hand, there had been a tumbled rock that signaled the presence of something or someone else that she wanted to know more about. On the other hand, Fog was hidden away in a mini snowstorm that didn't affect her knight. She was worried and curious about this new development. If only she had her observations notebook to remember later on. For now she simply waited for something, good or bad, to happen.
Revealing a cat.
But it wasn't a normal cat. It had three tails and huge ears. It was normal size though. Or was it. As it stepped farther into the light, it seemed to grow bigger. Of course, It was just a weaving of spirit, air, water, and earth, for an illusion, but it looked real. The now huge cat stepped silently all the way out of the shadow while casting its own down towards the campground. Hopefully this will catch attention. then she noticed the glass knight.
(It might occur to the campers that this creature could possibly be the creature that destroyed the camp
The woman was short, and she wore a light blue shawl over a white blouse. She had flaring skirts that rustled when she walked, and delicate silk slippers on her small feet. Her black hair was twisted into a tight bun on top of her head, which drew the eyes to her face.
At first glance, she looked young, perhaps in her 20's. But the longer you looked, the older she seemed to get. It was as if she had no age, no way to tell by looking how many years this woman had weathered. The only hint of her age was her eyes. They were iridescent, shimmering in different colors. The eyes held wisdom that can only be gained by years, and the years were many.
"Hello, my friends."
(Sorry for the short post)
Morain kept up her mask of calm, showing no emotion. She quickly wove an invisible wall of air around herself - only visible to women weaving the one power - leaving off the top. I may be quick with weaving, she thought, But now is not the time for taking chances. With the wall up, if anything were to approach her closer than 5 inches, they would feel something like a wall of stone, but smooth like glass.
"Firstly," Moiraine said calmly, brushing off her skirts with the dignity of that with royal blood."My name is Lady Morain Damodred of house Damodred, heir to the throne, and Aes Sadi of the blue Aja. You may call me Morain, as Morain Sadi seems not to fit the context of the moment. Secondly, I am always calm, no matter the situation. and thirdly," The woman eyed this strange, cold creature. "I am not an enemy, nor a friend. I may, perhaps, become an ally if necessary. Tell me your names."
Morain glanced at the knights, standing ready to attack. "You there, the woman with the knights. Call them down, before I deal with them myself."
Moraine began to walk at a brisk pace towards the camp. She wove flows of air to float four logs to surround one of the fires, and when she sat down with her legs crossed, her clothes changed from royal garb to a simple burlap shirt a cotton riding skirts. Her brown hair was no longer in a bun but hung in curly waves to her waist. She motioned for the others to sit down.
"So tell me," She began. "Miss. . . DD. Where do you come from? YOU seem as one of royal blood, are my suspicions correct?" And without waiting for DD to answer, she turned to Fog. "And you boy. Or should I say. . . No, never mind. Your secrets are yours to keep. But I must ask you later, in private." She turned back to DD, awaiting an answer.