Posts by Minaiben Lavellan

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben was settling, in the only way she knew how. She was restless, unused to living with so many people and not having any connections with them. Back at home, there was a connection with almost everyone in the clan, you were raised around these people and the loss of one would ripple through the clan.
Sometimes, in her more morbid thoughts, the mutated elk wondered whether or not she would be missed if she died.

But she wasn't thinking about this at the moment, instead waking up from a nap.
Only to find a bird's nest in her antlers.
It was a prank by some avian, but it made Minaiben screech in almost-fury.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I am not a tree!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Please, Samriel. Not right now."
She still wasn't ready to address them, and her wide brown eyes had a softness to them, a plea reflected in the tension of her voice. The halla glanced sideways to the others around, and knew for a fact that she didn't want them to hear. She barely wanted her brother to know, but Minaiben realized that he'd worry too much if she didn't say, probably more than he would if she did.
Maybe.

But her pointed gaze to the others was followed by a weak smile, an attempt to move on the topic from the dreams to literally anything else.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I... we can talk later, but for now I'm just too confused by the trees dropping clanmates and the business sense here."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]See, Minaiben knew very little about carnivores - she just assumed that meat was meat and she'll stick to grass, thanks. Even if grass got really boring really quickly. Unfazed by the stranger eating the corpse, the halla paused by her brother and dipped her head politely.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I'm Minaiben Lavellan - the nervous dude to my right is Samriel Rhaenon Lavellan. Don't ask why he's got a middle name and I don't, because I do and it's atrocious."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]History?
"History, hm... sorry, I don't know any."
Minaiben tossed her head a little, shaking out her fur in a habitual ritual. She'd seen Marina around, found her odd but intriguing to say the least. The white halla stopped nearby, a hoof dragging carefully against the earth before she deemed it appropriate to introduce herself.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Minaiben Lavellan, relatively newbie to this whole 'Boneclan' thing and antagonist to trees."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Ah, maybe they could do more of an exchange, less of a 'dump all your issues on your brother' sort of scenario. Idly, she made a remark on his statement about his worth, voice calmer than usual.
"You matter, to me especially."

After that admittance, she couldn't very well refuse to tell him, and she had insinuated she would tell him at a later date anyways. It seemed now was this later date.
"You show me yours, I'll show you mine."
Trying to bring humour was a sort of last ditch effort for Minaiben to put off the words she would use to explain herself, explain why she was so tired recently. Alas, she would say her piece, and raised her head a little bit to do so. A sideways glance to her brother elicited a sigh, and her brown gaze focused on the water instead, figuring it would make this easier.
[color=#4dd5cc]"They're nothing too exciting. I just - well, they're about the demon mostly. I'll be standing in the middle of clan and everyone will be... much deader than they actual are. All of them. Sometimes it shows up to taunt me, but sometimes it's just me, alone."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]The halla let go of her own sigh, forced grin fading into something smaller but far more sincere. Her heart hurt a little bit, especially with the affection her brother gave her. She didn't deserve his forgiveness, not with what he suffered. She had given in so quickly, and couldn't help but think Samriel would have done much better in her position.
Minaiben laid herself down, legs folding beneath her. This way, the slender elk could be closer to eye level with Samriel.
"I could have done better."
She answered, head held lower than she would prefer. Tilting her head slightly, Minaiben tried to offer some sort of olive branch, a chance for Samriel to speak.
"You said you were having nightmares too. Are you alright?"

It was this moment that she let the weight of being with her brother again hit her, and the gaze she sent his way was one of adoration. Hesitantly, she found her voice and spoke in barely more than a whisper.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I missed you."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Gifts? Minaiben could handle an exchange of gifts, so long as she wasn't called upon to handle things. Social scenarios rarely felt formality or importance with the white halla speaking, instead feeling the full force of her reckless and carefree attitude.
At least she was generally fun to have around.

Grin plastered on her face, Minaiben tossed her head a little bit as though in excited greeting.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Gifts are fun, thanks for them. Ma serannas and all that."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Mm."
She believed otherwise, but then again she hadn't failed to such an extent before that. She had been scolded here and there for various pranks and mishaps, but she hadn't been destructive to such an extent. She was mischievous, not destructive. Still, she hesitated when her brother mentioned his own nightmares, and laughed a little bit.
"You'll have to excuse me if I worry anyways. If you're allowed to worry about me, it's only fair."
A moment of silence, and she offered the same offering that she had gotten.
"You can always tell me, I am capable of listening when the situation demands it."

Then he reciprocated her having missed him, and the guilt that she took much time trying to ignore squeezed her heart in black, rotting tendrils.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I... honestly never thought you'd find me. How - how did you? I never really took your for the adventuring type."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Trust aside, I'm thinking along the same lines as... oh, I'm sorry. I don't think I know your name."
The white halla addressed Luma apologetically, though her expression did not shift from her open faced intrigue at the situation as a whole. She couldn't blame herself for not knowing everybody, that would be ridiculous on at least three levels.
Still, she had been on a certain train of thought, and caught it again before it could escape her completely. She might have been distractable, but Minaiben had a responsibility to explain herself. With a nod to the elvish lady, Minai continued.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Anyways, I agree that baiting probably wouldn't work. As much as I dislike your rather frightening companion, I do have to suggest that looking for him might turn out useless. He's clever last I heard, so if he wants to hide he'll hide. Just wait for him to return if he will."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Methinks the lady doth protest too much."
Wow, wordy much? Minaiben didn't mind the quote, instead using it in a rather casual tone. Her carefree attitude was clear, and the slender elk/halla approached with a wide grin. Hey, she had been on her way out upon seeing the congregation of clanmates about the prisoner. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but being a beast of prey didn't exactly place her as a cousin to the dominant feline species.
[color=#4dd5cc]"I'm mostly joking, you're all pretty small to me. Well, except for big cats and some wolves, but I'd rather not acknowledge that."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben wasn't asleep at night very often anymore. She fled her dreams as they pursued her, trying not to panic as the nights went on and sleep became rarer and rarer. On one of her walks to 'clear her head' (stay awake, always stay awake). So when the cry of Tauriel hit her ears, Minaiben was instantly concerned. Perhaps she was not the only one suffering nightmares at night.
For a moment, she considered whether or not she should leave the other to her sleep - Minaiben didn't want to invade her privacy, but in the end her curiosity won out and she was glad it did.

"Fenedhis!"
She cursed in the Dalish dialect, rushing forwards despite her reservations about approaching predators in their sleep. She wanted to ignore Kili, wary of the massive snake. She practically growled at him, a warning from a evidently concerned halla that held weight behind it.
"Beat it, Slithers."
Had the situation not been as worrying as it was, she might have congratulated herself on the impromptu nickname. As it was, she leaned down to try and nudge Tauriel with her snout, just hoping that the other was a peaceful waker.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Hey, Tauriel. Wake up, come on."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]"Mir Da'len Somniar?"
The name of the lullaby rolled off her name uneasily, her expression carefully blank but not able to hide the flicker of concern in his eyes. Samriel seemed... tired, to say the least. Something seemed to be bothering him and in true Minaiben fashion, the white halla had no clue what was going on. Sometimes, she was taken back by the words of a language she had thought she'd never hear again.

[color=#4dd5cc]"Something's wrong. What's up?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"I doubt any stories I remember would... transfer? Transfer well to Boneclan. They're kind of all... well, they're very Dalish."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Oh, Samriel was going on a trip? The elk paused by her brother and nodded to him, wondering why she felt nervous about him leaving. She had been used to living on her own, so surely she would be fine alone for a few more days.
[color=#4dd5cc]"Have fun."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana][color=#4dd5cc]"Hey, welcome back - I'm Minaiben if you ever need anything and literally no other people are available to help."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]As he rushed his words, Minaiben couldn't help but feel as though there was more to it, more to what he was getting at. It was his story to share, his dreams. She wouldn't make him, even when she felt like she should have been more helpful, more open, supportive.
"... okay."
She acquiesced, something in her chest giving way with a sharp twang, like a string snapping and releasing energy within her chest. Minaiben let her head lower even more, tilting to the side so her antlers brushed against the ground.

[color=#4dd5cc]"Lucky."