Posts by Minaiben Lavellan

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Most countries were beyond Minaiben, who knew only of her own home (which moved around quite a bit) and a few others. However, accents and foreign cultures were fascinating to her, and she did enjoy listening to other poeple speak. It just so happened that she thought herself clever and perhaps enjoyed hearing her own voice even more.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Welcome to Boneclan, Yasmine. I'm Minaiben, resident not-prey and generally confused halla."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Somewhat oblivious to her brother's peril (and somewhat preferring to not draw too much attention to it, in case it made matters worse), Minaiben could feel her grin grow in intensity. It was decided then, and she would adjust once more. Even if it had been so long since they had last seen each other.
How had they changed? Minaiben wasn't sure how much she had changed, as she hadn't matured much and her interests were still rather static. If anything, she was just as childish as she had been before, but slightly more graceful when battling. Maybe her speech skills had improved marginally, but otherwise she felt the same as ever.
But Samriel? Had her brother changed?
She could figure it out later, finally responding to his agreement.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Great! You'll like it here, I do, and I'm picky."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Humble? Didn't think modesty was a virtue around here."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben was settling in nicely, which was a problem; her problem laid with the words 'nicely' and 'settling'. For one thing, a lack of conflict put her on edge - she wasn't used to being able to relax, far too accustomed to a nomadic, solo lifestyle that very often put animals of prey into hazardous situations. She was used to being on watch, constantly alert because she had left the clan that had divided watch duties and she had adjusted as needed.
Secondly, because she was settling.
Minaiben Lavellan did not settle.
She was a wild sort, her white hair often tangled with whatever may have gotten stuck to her in her travels. It was hard to keep the lengthy coat clean, thick fur wonderful for lifesaving insulation but absolute hell for every other aspect of life. That was off topic though - the young halla craved adventure. She wanted something to occupy herself and her childish tendencies, which (being sixteen months old) had not forsaken her quite yet.

So somewhere in between her yearning for adventure and now, Minaiben had managed to tangle in her wild hair the following things: an abundance of pine needles, a hefty helping of dyes (possibly from berries, maybe from unattended paint), and several dozen burrs and thorns. The usually passably clean halla was now filthy, and struggling to save herself from such a fate.
It didn't help that she wouldn't go past her knees in the water.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I would shave this all off if it wouldn't be so cold! Fenedhis."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"No, but you can go eat your own shit, since that seems to be what comes out of your mouth anyways."
Her words had a biting edge to them, a warning. Minaiben did not read, could not read, but she understood on a very basic level the pain of losing someone who meant the world to you. While she didn't know the depths of Draco's affection for the deceased (hadn't known their relation) she could respect the need to have time to mourn.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I'm sorry."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"What he said."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"It's... appreciated."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Oh sure, why don't I get closer to the giant snake with voice that just gave me literal chills. I'm good, actually."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Ah, maybe there were too many people of a certain persuasion here, Minaiben observed. For a moment, she remained oblivious, but then Samriel's body language finally made it through her (admittedly unobservant) skull and the young halla understood how suffocated he must have felt. Her grin faded to a far more sincere smile, one not powered by her boundless excitement.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Well, you might as well stay where I'm staying. Come on, there's plenty to see and I'm sure you're tired."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]To the she cats who came up to her initially, Minaiben was inclined to agree. It was certainly an issue, especially considering that while Minaiben wasn't particularly finicky, she did enjoy feeling clean to an extent. She didn't require perfection in her grooming but preferred not feeling gross and itchy and like the little pine needles were poking her.
Another reason she despised trees, despite having the insatiable urge to climb them.
"It is ridiculously inconvenient at the least."
She huffed, leaning down to pry a burr from her pelt and spit it into the water. Soon enough, Dez was there and Minaiben couldn't help but grin a little wider at the feline. She liked Dez, thought her sense of humour was healthy enough to be good company.

"Help? That could possibly be... helpful."
Minaiben didn't have time to ponder her words, however redundant they were. Her face slipped into a deadpan, but before she could make a retort about her own conversational skills, the elk spotted her brother making his way over.
"Nooooo."
She groaned, face horrified by the presence of Samriel. She suffered through, and allowed him to help clean her. Now would be a good time to save face, and come up with a story as to why she was completely filthy.

[color=#4dd5cc]"Well, you see, I had to try and climb this tree - I will do it one day - but it didn't work out so well, I tried to stack some paint cans, then my antlers got caught in the branches and bam! Everything came crashing down atop my head, save for the paint, which just got splattered."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Wonder coloured the brown eyes of the halla, her gaze fixated on the reformed feline. She hadn't seen anything quite like that as of yet, but was immediateky entranced by the ramifications of the process. There wasn't an immediate need to know more, beyond her aimless curiosity, but Minaiben was awed by the presence of the reborn Eric.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Creators that was awesome. Does it hurt? Did you pass on, and come back?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Ma emma harel - this should be fun."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Mhm, what he said."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben, had she the sense to try and See the nature of the stranger, might have been familiar. However, the halla was generally not a great planner, nor did she enjoy using the Sight (she didn't actually know the name for it, and it weirded her out as most magical things tended to). Therefore, she was just as lost as everyone else, though slightly in awe at the sheer amount of tails attached to the stranger's buttocks.
And she thought her antlers had been special.
"I think everyone else has got the questions covered, but..."
She did have a basic ability to sense with her Sight though, and while she didn't use it to its full potential, she had this odd notion that Xing was bright. Which, didn't make sense in a literal fashion but it was just a feeling she had and that word was best suited to describe it.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Well, but nothing really. I'm curious as to who you are as well."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Hold, what do you mean?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Well, I can't say you're wrong. Maybe you're not entirely right, but I dunno."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]An elven star? Mythal, she hadn't been expecting that. It was nice to hear that Xing wasn't a malicious spirit anymore, but...
There was always something about the otherworldly that have put Minaiben on edge. Mentions of the Beyond, powers of any sort, gods, demons - all of them made her feel far more uncomfortable than they had any right to. Perhaps it bothered her already wavering worldview, but for whatever reason the white halla dragged a hoof on the ground for a few moments, a nervous habit of hers.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Glad you're not a spirit-douche anymore Xing."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"What goes through people's minds when they try new food?"
Asked the halla, who trotted over and extended a leg, gently rolling a pumpkin under her hoof. Her brown eyes remained trained on the colourful object, and she contemplated briefly why it would be so gross. She supposed it made sense - there was a certain temptation, however, to bite down into the pumpkin and see for herself.

[color=#4dd5cc]"Is it like 'oh hey, look at this strange object - think it'll taste nice'? Or is there more thought behind it?"