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Post by Felidae on Nov 16, 2013 8:01:07 GMT -6
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Quiet. That's one word that could be used to describe Silverveil forest. No sound could be heard, from above or in the forest itself, but that just added to the beauty of the place. The tall and proud trees covered a vast distance, covering the land in a sea of greens, creating a sort of picture from above.
That picture was what Feliah was looking at now as she soared above the beautiful forest. The Barn Owl had come out here to get some peace and quiet from the tree for a while. She regularly slipped out of the Tree for a day or so to quiet her racing thoughts and to be free from her duties, if only for a day. The amount of responsibility the position of a Guardian required stressed the female out sometimes and, in order to calm down, she had to find the most peaceful and quiet place she could think of; which was almost always Silverveil.
Giving her wings a few flaps, the pure white Barn Owl continued to glide over the vast forest, the wind blowing gently around her.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 16, 2013 11:43:17 GMT -6
Swarr, Great horned Weather interpretation Ryb of the great tree, was flying over silverveil heading torwards the unnamed sea.
While on his way, a Barn owl was spotted Glaux I hope it isn't a Pure one! but after Perching and watching the Barn owl after a while, Swarr noticed it was Feliah. Swarr didn't want to bother her, so he continued to fly onward from the silent day in silverveil, not paying attention to the fact that barn owls have excellent hearing.
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Post by littlewing on Nov 16, 2013 13:45:59 GMT -6
Ferin flew through the forest, since being rescued from drowning he hadnĀ“t had a chance to stretch his wings. He heard other owls flying but decided not to bother them.
He had lived here before the pure ones had killed his family, it was always a calming place to be. He headed for his favourite place in the forest. It was in a small clearing, were the cannopy had a gap and sun light would stream on to a rock.
The rock itself had weeds growing out of cracks in its surface. On its top it had bits of old feathers and grass, Ferin had put them there when he was young.
The spectacled owl alighted down on the rock and sighed. One of the best things about this place is that it would seem only he had known about it.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 16, 2013 15:07:25 GMT -6
Another owl? Swarr thought as he lighted down on abranch of a tree on the edge of a clearing. Once he had been in this clearing before, but never worried too much about the strange stone, and now this strange owl was here. Swarr gave a deep Who and Lifted up into the sky, his last thought was I feel as if someone is following me... , wether or not someone was following him, was unknown
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Post by Rylan on Nov 16, 2013 16:28:03 GMT -6
Elissya emerged from her hollow, yawning and stretching her wings. Her green eyes were clouded still by sleep, and her mind a bit muddled. The moon was just beginning to show from behind the cloud cover, it's silvery glow dappling the forest floor. The sky was streaked by fading rays of the sun, brilliant pinks and bright oranges of sunset.
Ruffling her bark brown feathers, Elissya turned back into her temporary hollow. It was a hard wood tree, the wood tough and maple brown. The walls and ceiling were bare, probably once covered in a family's belongings, now stripped clean. Elissya stayed in hollows like this every night that she traveled, staying with friends and acquaintances when she could. Her bag of medicines and herbs rested in the corner, slightly open with its contents askew. Jars and pots containing every medicine and mixture possible peeped out, dried bundles of herbs around the base.
Elissya gathered up her supplies, tying the mouse leather straps tightly together. She swept the hollow clean with her wings, blowing the dust out the door. Scoping the hollow once more, she turned and flew off into the night.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 16, 2013 18:30:50 GMT -6
Swarr lighted down onto a stone and untied the piece of paper tied to his leg. As he did this he scanmed the area, and gave a rather loud who, for yet he hoped for company, since the forest was busy tonight.
Afterwards Swarr began studying the paper. The paper was some kind of document made by the others, it was a facinating piece of work, and only half has been deciphered. The document led to a ruin from the others, one Swarr may be the first to find.
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Post by Rylan on Nov 16, 2013 23:36:55 GMT -6
Elissya was flying over the moonlight trees, their silhouettes barely visible against the dark forest floor. The moon was full tonight, it's alluring beauty cascading in streams of silver over the valley. She sighed peacefully, her luminescent eyes slitted against the chilly night breeze. Snow was just beginning to fall, the first fluffy flakes light and airy on her feathers. The flurries fluttered down softly and slowly, waltzing through the cool night air. Surrounding the valley broad mountains dully shone like tarnished metal, their tips slowly becoming capped with the snow. The stars shone like beacons of hope on the inky expanse that was the canvas of the sky.
Elissya noticed another owl below, studying a piece of paper. Her curiosity aroused, she began to spiral downwards. She slowly descended, landing a bit away from the owl so as not to shock him.
"Hello," she said softly, her voice quiet. In the background, the faint babbling of a stream cascading over a rock bed sounded, the burbling adding a peaceful, serene feeling to the environment around her. Somewhere, a lone cricket strummed a lament, its mournful hum mixing with the sound of the creek.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 1:12:05 GMT -6
Swarr was deep into studying the paper when he noticed a quiet "hello" among the gurgling of rocks. The old great horned looked up and noticed she had a bag that looked like it was filled with medicines.
"Ah, hello there" he said rather roughly, clearing his throat he spoke again "You don't seem like a threat, so I think you might be interested in what im searching for". Swarr set the document down and said "I am looking for something created by the others called a 'ship', apparently it is a large object created from wood to travel across the seas, clever idea and i have happened to find the old ruins of one in this document, have you been near the unnamed sea, I need to know if anyone has seen a strange looking wooden object, i don't know the exact location." swarr thought after this " And if not, you can join me or move onward, before I move on myself im going to be staying in silverveil a couple of days."
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Post by Felidae on Nov 17, 2013 7:41:22 GMT -6
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The sound of wing-flaps broke the silence and Feliah craned her head to see Swarr, the Weather Interpretation Ryb of the Tree, flying off to a clearing. She debated whether or not to follow him, as he was a higher positioned owl and may not want to be disturbed, but when she saw the other female owl approach him she swooped down.
As she was landing, she caught a glimpse of another owl sat on a rock a little distance away. She had no idea what he was doing there, but she guessed if he wanted company he'd come and talk to them.
Flapping her wings, Feliah lighted down into the clearing behind the Ryb and the other owl.
"Swarr, it's good to see you. What are you reading?" The female asked, looking down at the scroll both owls seemed to be reading. She had briefly heard him talk about something called a 'boat', but was not sure what one of those was. It sounded interesting, though, and she was intrigued.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 8:39:39 GMT -6
Swarr turned his head to se a friend from the tree land right beside, and ask what he was reading.
"Ah, Feliah, this is a document made by the others, well it says something about this 'ship' or 'boat' or whatever you want to call it, anyways it says that a group of others crashed on a rocky shore near the unnamed sea, but it is very secluded and hidden". Swarr turned around the paper, on it was the picture of a ship " a ship was an large object made of wood to travel across Seas, and you could also fit extra on it like food and water, if an owl was to make one of these then we could travel anywhere across the vast seas without lifting a wing!"
Swarr turned around to the healer he had just met. "sorry for me being so rude, i haven't asked what you name is?"
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Post by littlewing on Nov 17, 2013 9:58:41 GMT -6
Ferin came here all the time with his parents, this rock held so many memories. He looked for one crack in particular. He found it, there was a leather ring bracelet inside, it had been his fathers. He slipped it on and flew away.
So cought up in the memories he almost crashed into to other owls, narrowly avoiding them but crashing to the floor. " Im so sorry " he rambled regaining himself
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Nov 17, 2013 10:43:30 GMT -6
As another owl, a spectacled owl, crashed down in front og the crowd of 3, Swarr continued
Why, another friend, i guess i have to explain again Swarr began explaining what he was in search for
"Well, may i ask of your name, too? And if you want to join in then I'm going to be staying in silverveil for a few nights"
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Post by Rylan on Nov 17, 2013 11:54:14 GMT -6
"My name is Elissya," she said. Delighted by the illustration of this so called boat, she craned her neck to have a clearer view. The wood seemed to be made of oak, the planks entwined with one another. The plans were detailed in the writing of the Others, the script flowing and beautiful.
"And our name is?" she asked the other three owls, looking up from the plans. Two of them seemed acquainted, but the third was a complete stranger.
(I know this post sucks, I'm typing on my phone with hotel wifi. I'll make it better when I get home in a few hours.)
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Post by Felidae on Nov 17, 2013 12:13:27 GMT -6
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Feliah squinted her eyes at the scroll infront of Swarr, scanning across the beautiful artwork and writing. The writing was the kind that belonged to the Others, very hard to decipher. But, it seemed that Swarr was well on his way to reading it all. She was about to congratulate the Ryb on his work when a smaller owl almost crashed into them, instead landing flat on his face on the floor.
She chuckled when he apologised, flustered, "It's quite alright, you hurt no one so you're fine."
Smiling at the smaller owl, she then turned to the owl that had just introduced herself as Elissya, nodding slightly at her.
"It's nice to meet you Elissya, I'm Feliah. What brings you here?"
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Post by littlewing on Nov 17, 2013 14:08:21 GMT -6
" Im Ferin, sounds fun but i doubt id bee any help " he said shifting nervously. He looked at the map, " Other writting huh, i know how to read it " he said reading aloud a loose translation of the script
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