Those Who Dream To Fly

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 12, 2014 20:31:00 GMT

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Post by Harniet on Jul 12, 2014 20:31:00 GMT

The sun wasn't up yet, but Thalia was. She woke with a start, feeling the sweat beading on her forehead. Another nightmare. She'd had the same one over, and over, and over for the past nine years, normally once or twice a month. Every time, she relived the acts of her childhood, each time jolting awake as the lightning struck. When they'd started, she had cried and screamed, muffling herself into her pillow. Nobody had ever come in to check on her, probably because there was really never anyone around or awake. Eventually she had become used to them and reduced to simply waking up, but they shook her nonetheless. She always thanked the gods that they hadn't driven her mad. Sometimes she wondered how.

Thalia rolled off of her bed, sending a hand through the mess that was her hair as she stood up. She made her way across the small room, her loose pj shorts hanging slanted across her hips and her t-shirt ruffled. A small porthole graced the far wall, and the Tiro looked out it to see the lazy purple haze of pre-dawn. Judging by that, she guessed that it was about five in the morning. Never one for boredom, she decided to try and catch the sunset.

To start her morning routine, Thalia ran a brush through her hair until any knots were out, and then proceeded to throw it up into a messy bun. She then slipped off her sleepwear and into a simple black dress with spaghetti straps for her convenience. It didn't give her many places to carry anything, but that was ok. Her bow and quiver could easily be slung across her back, which is exactly what she did. She reveled in the feeling of the cool wood and leather on her bare skin. Normally she wouldn't train in a dress, but she was a believer in a first time for everything, and at six in the morning, who would really mind?

Once she was done, Thalia slipped out into the hallway and up to the main Deck, careful to try and not wake anybody else up. She was greeted by a brisk chill of air, but once she caught the view, the feeling diminished. Over the side of the star-port railing, the sun was starting to peak the horizon. Thalia smiled and sauntered towards it, leaning her elbows on the rail as she watched. The minutes passed by quickly, each phase of the sunrise prettier than the last. As six o'clock came around, the sun was in the sky, and it was light enough for her to begin.

She pulled the bow off her back, leaving out the arrows for now. Rather, Thalia started with blank aims. She fingered the string gently, feeling the smile growing on her face. In a flash, she whipped around, both her hair and her dress flaring out about her. They formed a golden and black halo in the morning light. Her bow was drawn to it's full and aimed at a mast further down the ship. She let it slide back down to her side for a moment, before aiming at something yet again, this time firing a blank at the target and guessing where it may have landed.

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 12, 2014 23:50:30 GMT

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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Jul 12, 2014 23:50:30 GMT

     Kaelan woke early. That is to say earlier than he usually did. The night had been bad as he tossed and turned and desperately tried to fall asleep. By the time he had, it was probably well past midnight and the sleep he did get was restless. Needless to say, Kaelan was tired as he started moving about and getting ready for the day. He slipped on an off-white colored shirt, changed out of the shorts he had slept in and into a pair of pants, and pulled on his shoes. Running his fingers through his hair, Kaelan walked to a mirror and looked over himself. Eh, good enough. It wasn’t like his green, curly hair actually needed to be brushed through and he looked fine enough, other than the slight tiredness in his eyes. He shrugged to himself then left his room, making sure to grab his belt that had his sheathed dirks attached, his notebook, and a pen on the way out.

     He placed the belt between his teeth and pocketed the small notebook and pen as the door closed behind him. Fastening the belt around his hips, Kaelan readjusted the sheathed dirks that hung from it and began to make his way to the deck. He passed a few people as most preferred adequate sleep and didn’t like rising too early as he easily navigated the hallways of the Drakonborg. It was nice, the quietness of the great ship in the mornings; it was also strange not hearing the ship buzz with conversations of its inhabitants.

     All too soon Kaelan found himself standing in the doorway that led out onto the main deck. The colors, the bright and fiery reds oranges and yellows blazed across the horizon surrounding the sun as it rose, melded into the dark blues and black of night as she retreated for another day. The brightness of the early morning colors slowly faded into a soft and light yellow which in turn became a baby blue as the light touch the sky. But Kaelan wasn’t looking at the sky anymore. There leaning against the rail was a figure, her hair practically gold in the light, and she had a bow and quiver strapped to her back. Thalia. Even as he watched she removed the bow then fingered the string before she whipped around, aiming at the mast as her hair and dress flew out behind her. Kaelan’s brow arched and he stifled a snort of laughter. She was going to train in a dress? Well, all right then.

     She turned around again, aiming for something else, this time actually releasing the string. Kaelan’s amused look turn into a frown. Dry-firing, shooting without an arrow on the string, was not something she should be doing. She could break her bow and possibly hurt herself.

     Kaelan took several steps out onto the deck, rearranged his face into passive expression and slipped his hand into his pocket, before he called out, “You know you could wreck your bow by doing that. Could hurt yourself too. Neither of which would be good.”

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 1:05:11 GMT

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Post by Harniet on Jul 13, 2014 1:05:11 GMT

Thalia rolled her neck once in a swift, feel-good moment. The stiffness of the evening was slowly wearing off, and after that small stretch she felt ready for anything. She bounded lightly from foot to foot, debating what she actually wanted to shoot at. As she surveyed the deck she found several small circles that someone - probably another Tiro from a while ago - had crudely painted onto one of the walls. Deciding on the one furthest to the right, she reached her hand back to pull an arrow from her quiver. As she did, a voice cut through the silence of the morning. One that sounded familiar. She paused her movement, bringing her hand back down to her side as she turned around. He was hard to miss.

"Kaelan!" Thalia called out to the approaching figure, offering him a small wave. She hadn't seen the boy in several days, and she was truly pleased to see him. Listening to his comment changed her welcoming smile into more of a smug one, but she brushed it off. "I know that, I just couldn't help myself." She looked over the boy, wondering what he'd been up to for the past few days. She had been training, but one day she took a trip up to the Drake Roosts. Most of the snow drakes simply gave her a glance as she passed by, but one engaged her, and she'd spent the rest of the day up there talking with him. It was a nice day spent relaxing, but now she was back to her training schedule.

"You're up early," Thalia commented, reaching her had up a second time to her quiver. This time she pulled out an arrow, flipping it in her fingers once before lining the back up onto the string of her bow. She looked away from Kaelan to relocate her target. It made her nervous that he was standing there watching her. Not that she didn't appreciate critique; she just didn't want it this early in the morning. Hence her decision to start up so early. But she would never tell anyone to go away, or to not comment about her, so instead she planted her feet in their appropriate positions and drew in a long, slow breath. Simultaneously, she brought the wooden bow up and pulled the string back taunt, feeling the full pull of the twenty-five pound re-curve. She took her time to aim, not really in a rush. Her setup was about twenty feet off - not very far in marksman standards, making the shot quite easy. Thalia fired as she let her breath out, and waited for the arrow to hit the target before she lowered the bow back down to her side.

She gave a satisfied look to herself, pleased that the arrow had hit the center. Not that it was impressive. Just good to see that her aim was still on par at six in the morning. Today was a day for trying out-of-the-box things, apparently. Dresses and archery, both near dawn. As she took a moment to shift five feet backwards from her target, she pulled her hair over her shoulder and began plaiting it into a braid, tying the end off with the ribbon that had before held it up the best it could in a bun. She would fire a shot at this distance, then send herself another five feet back, and probably repeat.

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 2:02:40 GMT

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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Jul 13, 2014 2:02:40 GMT

     She brought her hand up, preparing to remove an arrow from her quiver when she paused and her hand dropped a moment later. "Kaelan!" Well, she seemed pleased to see him as she gave a short wave. Her smile though, quickly turned from friendly to smug, and she commented that she couldn’t help herself.

     Kaelan’s brow arched at that as the side of his lips twitched up into a disbelieving smile. “Mhmm? Oh really? Couldn’t help yourself or did you forget? He moved to the rail, leaned against it for a moment watching her, before he removed his hand from his pocket and hoisted himself up so he could sit on it. She spoke again and Kaelan made sure he was carefully balanced before he looked up at her. “As are you. And training in a dress no less. Going for a new style there?" Yeah, he was poking a little fun at her, but there was no harm in it.

     Thalia grabbed an arrow from her quiver, taking her time to line up her shot. She was aiming for a small circle someone had painted on one of the walls quite a long time ago. The girl wasn’t standing very far away from it, only about twenty feet away: a ridiculously easy shot. He couldn’t help but cast a judging eye over her as she got into position and nocked the arrow, breathing in slowly, at the same time bringing up the bow and pulling the string back. So far he couldn’t see anything wrong with what she was doing, and stayed silent. With a twang the string left her fingertips and sent the arrow flying. It hit the target dead center, and she lowered her bow looking rather pleased with herself. The shot had only been made from twenty feet away though, almost impossible to miss. Pleased, of course, one could always be pleased when they did perfectly on the extremely easy thing. Ah who was he judging? He couldn’t even make that shot anymore so therefore he couldn’t say a thing about it.

     She stepped back and quickly plaited it. He could tell she was preparing to shoot again. Did she mind him watching? He hoped not, he really did. Would she mind if he critiqued her if he found a fault in her technique? Kaelan knew some people would, but would she snap at him like them if he did? Once again, he hoped not. But Kaelan wasn’t so sure if he had a right to critique anyone who used a bow anymore, after all, and by no choice of his own, it wasn’t his specialty anymore. He couldn’t shot even if his life depended on it. So did he even have right? A lot of people would probably say no, but what about her?

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 2:24:15 GMT

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Post by Harniet on Jul 13, 2014 2:24:15 GMT

~~“As are you. And training in a dress no less. Going for a new style there?"~~ That was the first taunt or joke that Thalia had heard out of Kaelan, and she was glad to hear it. Good to know he had a sense of humor. She threw her hair back over her shoulder and allowed herself to laugh a small bit, looking over at him. He was now situated, sitting on the railing. She would've warned him to be careful, but he already knew that. So she kept that thought to herself, and instead moved on to answering his sort-of-question.

"Can't a girl try to look pretty while she's practicing to kill things?" Thalia tried to say it with a serious face, but she soon broke, one of her signature smiles returning to light up her face. "I'm just preparing for all possible situations. Besides, this was easy to put on at five in the morning with no light."

Thalia let her eyes linger on him for a moment before she returned to her practicing. She set up, drew, and fired yet again, hitting the center of the target. Even though the shots were easy, they had a purpose. Going for a fifty-plus foot shot right off the bat so early and without preparation would probably end in a miss for her. But this was getting a bit boring, so she jumped from her previous shot to a forty foot one, repeating her process. She pulled an arrow from her quiver and lined it up in her bow, but as she drew back she stopped herself. Slowly returning the bow to it's unfired position, she removed the bow, throwing it to the side near the railing. Broken tips had no right in her quiver bag. The Tiro made a mental note to stop by the weapons maker later and request a new one. Then she added, might as well have him make an extra as well. Never bad to be too conscious.

After grabbing an unbroken arrow, she once again lined up her shot and fired. This one hit the near-center as well, and as she realized that the target was filled, laziness took over. Instead of retrieving the arrows just yet, she simply moved a few steps to her left and used the next target in line. She wondered how she was doing in his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want his help - he probably used to be a better archer than she was - it was just that, without archery, she was nothing. The Drakonhedi had let her in because of her skills with a bow, and if she couldn't even do that, then she might as well just pack her things and go live on land in one of those puny little villages making horseshoes or something. A bout of worry swept over her, and she shuffled back even further, wanting to prove to herself that she hadn't lost her touch. String, load, pull, release, thunk. The smallest of sighs left her lips, releasing the air that Thalia hadn't realized she'd been holding in. A center hit.

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 3:19:26 GMT

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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Jul 13, 2014 3:19:26 GMT

     Her laughter rang out over the deck for a brief moment before her face went serious. "Can't a girl try to look pretty while she's practicing to kill things?" He could tell she was having a difficult time trying to stay severe. It broke quickly and she smiled. "I'm just preparing for all possible situations. Besides, this was easy to put on at five in the morning with no light."

     “Oh really?” Kaelan retorted, his voice joking. "You? Pretty? Besides, in what situation, would you be killing things in a dress?” Her last comment though, of putting on her dress in the dark made him wonder what she looked like. Realization of what he was thinking about hit him within moments and he quickly shut down that train of thought. Kaelan looked away from her and turned his head toward his right shoulder, reaching up to scratch at his forehead above his left eyebrow to prevent her from seeing the red that had risen to his cheeks. Oh, Kaelan, you idiot. Once he was sure that his cheeks had returned to their normal color he looked back at her as she started shooting again. They were easy shots, but he supposed she was warming herself up for the harder ones she would no doubt take later.

     Kaelan shifted where he was sitting, leaning over so he could place his elbow on his knee before he rested his chin on his palm. She was good. He couldn’t deny that, and he didn’t really have any critiques at the moment. Personally there were a few things he’d do slightly differently, but he wasn’t her. Thalia lined up a shot but then returned the string to it relaxed position. She removed the arrow from the string and tossed it. Kaelan’s brow creased as it clattered against the wood of the deck. He looked it over then saw why she had discarded it. The tip was broken. Keeping his thoughts to himself Kalean looked back up as she fit another arrow to the string and let loose. The girl then moved over to her left and stepped back before she fired off another arrow. His eyes followed it. A perfect shot. His eyes flicked back to her as he heard her sigh. It had been light, perhaps one of relief. Relief? Kaelan pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes trying to figure out what it had meant. Had she been nervous that she was going to miss it? How… strange. There was no good reason for her to be nervous, unless… unless… was he making her nervous just by watching her? Well that’s just great.

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 4:42:06 GMT

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Post by Harniet on Jul 13, 2014 4:42:06 GMT

~~“Oh really? You? Pretty? Besides, in what situation, would you be killing things in a dress?"~~ Thalia thought for a moment, placing her free hand on her hip and staring at her target. She again dismissed some of his comment, hearing the joking tone in his voice. "Well, I suppose if it was a sneak-attack and I happened to be wearing one. Or, of course, there's the possibility of a really, really bad date going awfully wrong." It was a funny thought. Not necessarily the joke part of her response, but more the date part. Those really didn't happen much in this world anymore. Sure, people liked each other and fell in love and all that jazz, but the frequency of that greatly diminished in the Drakonhedi. She, herself, had never really liked a guy before. There were a few back in her Clan, but all of them were too scared of her to even bother saying hello. Maybe this new leg of her journey would bring her some more luck. She'd made friends already, which was more than she'd had before.

Now she swept a glance over a Kaelan, catching him move his hand up in front of his face. Huh, wonder what's up with him. She shrugged her thought off as he looked up again, not seeing anything that would suggest she did something wrong. Behind him stood a light blue backdrop littered with clouds. Luckily they were white today, which meant no rain. Rainy days normally sent everyone below deck and the corridors and rooms got twice as crowded as they normally are. The ship was made to carry more people than it currently carried, but that didn't mean that it would carry them comfortably. She was very glad of the fact that there were only around a hundred people on board. It meant that she didn't have to share a room, and that at least one training room a day had enough space for her to occupy.

But Thalia was above deck today, wanting the fresh air. A light breeze blew over through, and it felt refreshing against her skin. Again she took a few steps back, bringing the distance to sixty feet. She was no longer nervous, and it showed in her body language. Now she fired her shot like she had at twenty feet. It hit the target fine, and she wondered if she could do it blindfolded. Of course, she wouldn't try it now. That would take an empty room and probably more concentration that the girl could ever muster.

She looked behind her, pleased that she had plenty of room to move back. As she went a bit further, another breeze blew at her skin, except that this one came in more forceful bursts. Thalia sent her eyes skyward, and found the force of the imposter wind. One of the drakes must've come back from either a leisure flight or from a visit with their Drakonhedi, and it's wing flaps had buffered down to the deck where the Tiros were. You're so distractable!Focus! Her mind yelled at her, and she knew that it was right. So as other Drakonhedi began making there way up onto the deck and going about their business, Thalia did her best to ignore them as she fired yet another arrow into her target.

Thalia did, however, watch one. They crossed her path of fire, so she had to stop anyways. The person wasn't actually a person, rather someone in their animal form. They were a beautiful dog with a gleaming black coat. She'd always admired that fact about humans nowadays. She knew that she had one, but magic scared her too much to try it out for herself. In her mind she knew that the two weren't really connected, and that she could probably shift without triggering her powers, but gods forbid she did. One day, though, she wanted to test it out. Maybe tonight in her quarters, where she couldn't hurt anyone if anything went wrong.
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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 18:02:36 GMT

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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Jul 13, 2014 18:02:36 GMT

     Kaelan laughed at her response. “Now that I’d like to see.” Not the part of her going on a date, the part of it going horribly wrong. What would it be like to go on a date? Personally Kaelan had never been on one. Unlike his friends back at home, he didn’t goof off and do stupid things to gain some girl’s attention, and frankly he hadn’t really been interested in things like love, or dating, or the rest of that stuff. He had been busy learning and training to end up here on the Drakonborg, and did he regret it instead of being like his friends? Not a chance.

     Thalia shot again before a sudden wind, one that wasn’t natural, hit him. Kaelan quickly moved, placing his hand on the rail to steady himself so that he would accidently fall over the side. That would not be good at all. There’d be no way he’d survive, and then maybe he’d regret joining the Drakonrhedi. Nah, whatever happened, he not regret joining them; it was a chance of a lifetime that only a very few could have. Sure it was dangerous, but that came with the job. Kaelan glanced up to see a drake landing; it was the downward strokes it made that were creating the strong draft. He could barely make out the form of a rider on top of its back. Looks like the Drakonrhedi were finally getting up and starting their day. He watched the drake for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to Thalia. She let fly another arrow then paused as a shifted warrior crossed her path.

     Kaelan’s eyes flicked from the dog to Thalia. She was watching the shifted Drakonrhedi intently, almost admiringly. He cocked his head. What was her animal form? What was her magic even? Or did she even have magic; after all he was the one that stopped the ball that had runes carved on the surface for her several days ago. Kaelan took his eyes off of her and went back to watching the dog. He in part was slightly jealous. He hadn’t shifted since the night he’d lost his arm knowing that he’d only have three legs in his leopard form instead of four. It would be awkward trying to walk and getting used to a new pace. The young man didn’t want to do it in front of other people lest he stumbled and fell out on his face. That would be highly embarrassing to say the least. Each time he meant to practice in his room or go find a place by himself, he’d forget about it and not remember until it was too late, usually the next day and then the cycle would just happen all over again. Kaelan didn’t tell himself now that he would do it later. He would eventually but not now. Now he was doing other things, like watching Thalia practice, but she was still focused on the black dog.

     “Hey, Thalia?” Kaelan asked to get her attention. “What’s your animal form?”

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 19:01:38 GMT

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Post by Harniet on Jul 13, 2014 19:01:38 GMT

Hearing Kaelan laugh was such a nice sound, and Thalia was glad that she was the one who could bring it to his lips. She was slowly feeling him out, learning how far she could push him and how far he would push her. This could be fun. As he said that that'd be something he's like to see, she couldn't help thinking for a moment that she'd like to see it too. Not the killing part, of course, but someone really screwing up with someone else. It'd be very unfortunate for them, but so long as it wasn't her who'd caused the conflict, why not enjoy it?

~~“Hey, Thalia?”~~

The blonde-haired Tiro turned her attention from the dog and her thoughts to Kaelan. She arched a brow ever-so-slightly, curious as to what he had on his mind. Most people didn't ask her many questions, but when they did she was always eager to answer. Except for this one.

~~“What’s your animal form?”~~

Thalia felt her back stiffen a bit, her arms tightening at her sides. She wanted to look away, to tear her eyes from his, but she couldn't. Instead, she stayed exactly as she was, feeling her smile turn into more of a grimace. I don't know. Everyone in their right mind knows, and I don't. But he'd told her probably the most painful thing in his life. Compared to that, this was nothing. And keeping that in mind, and her voice down so that others couldn't hear her, she told him the truth.

"I don't really know. I've never tried."

Now she did look away. Thalia eyed another target, trying to pull herself back to being herself. She felt for an arrow, and to her disappointment her quiver had decided to be empty. Looks like she had to go gather them up. She slung her bow around her shoulders and pushed herself into a light jog, easily covering the distance in a few moments. Thalia pulled each arrow out carefully, placing fingers on either side of the arrowhead and pulling the shafts out with her free hand. Once she had them all back in their proper place, she took a breath and turned around, a light, almost forced smile covering up what she was feeling. Her eyes didn't drift to the green-haired boy as she regained her position, now guessing she was at about seventy feet. As she notched her arrow, she wondered what Kaelan was thinking. About what she'd said, about her. And as she pulled her bow taunt and aimed, she wondered if it even mattered to him. He didn't seem like one to really judge too hard, at least out loud. Then, as the arrow flew from it's keeper into the wood beyond, she decided to try and lighten her mood.

"I feel like I'd make a good narwhal. Opinions?"

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 20:42:34 GMT

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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Jul 13, 2014 20:42:34 GMT

     She stiffened and Kaelan knew he had asked the wrong question. She managed to keep her eyes on him, but her smile turned into a grimace. His own lips fell into a line. "I don't really know. I've never tried." Kaelan blinked in surprise. Never even tried? Well that was a first. He’d never heard that before. Was she afraid of what she her animal form would be? An odd reason, but it was the only thing he could think of. Thalia looked away from him and back at the painted targets. She reached for another arrow and he could practically feel her disappointment when she felt only air. The girl walked over to the riddled targets and began plucking the arrows from them. She turned back, smiling. It wasn’t an easy smile, no, he could see that. It could have fooled someone else, but he had worn a smile very much like it recently and he saw through it. She didn’t even look at him as she took her place about seventy feet away from the target. No, no he shouldn’t have asked, but the words had long since filled the air and they couldn’t be taken back.

     Kaelan didn’t watch as she placed an arrow on the string and let it go, instead he let his eyes wander about the deck. But they were back on her a moment later and a small smile lifted his lips. She was trying to make light of the situation, and he liked that. Better than him, he had a hard time of making light of undesirable situations. “A narwhal? Nah, I think you’d make a better bird, or dog or something.”

     He watched her for a moment before he jumped lightly down from the rail, stooping to pick up the broken arrow she had tossed his way earlier, and sat down with his back to it. Fingering the broken tip, Kaelan wondered if she would mind him asking why she’d never actually tried. She probably would by the way she reacted to him asking about her animal form. It was probably a touchy subject for her, just like what had happened to him. Wait… had something happened to her that made her wary of shifting? He looked up at her; maybe, but there was no telling unless she spoke about the reason.

     Kaelan set the arrow down beside him and took out his little notebook from his pocket and set it in his lap. A moment later he placed the pen in his mouth so he could open the book and flip through the pages. He stopped at a blank page and removed the pen from his mouth and decided to risk asking the question. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Kaelan looked up at her. “But why won’t you try?”

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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 22:03:32 GMT

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Post by Harniet on Jul 13, 2014 22:03:32 GMT

Now that the distance was greater, Thalia began to take more time in aiming and placing her shots. Her eyes now narrowed with each shot, focusing in on her target with her full concentration. She fired three at seventy feet, then moved on slowly. Seventy-two, seventy five. At these distances were when the fun came in, and her bow seemed to think so too. Many people had told her to move onto a thirty-pound one, or even a thirty-five. The more pounds it had, the more firing power. Deadlier shots could be fired from further distances. But the simple wooden re-curve that she had really held a special place in her heart, so she decided that hundred plus foot shots could be more for sport than killing, per say.

~~“A narwhal? Nah, I think you’d make a better bird, or dog or something.”~~

Thalia pictured herself as a bird for a moment, flying high in the clouds. She saw herself flapping away as a finch or gliding casually as a hawk, looking down at the ship below her with crystal vision. Then her thoughts shifted to how she'd be as a dog. Her first preference would be something like a pit bull. Strong and brave, yet soft and loving on the inside. Probably a shade of tan with one of those tails that never stops wagging. She could see that, and it was pretty cool that he could see that too. Such silly thoughts, and yet they made her so curious.

She watched Kaelan as he hopped down off the railing, picking up the broken arrow. As he sat down again, Thalia noticed that he pulled out a small notebook and a pen. She had no idea what he was doing, but she knew that there was something else on his mind. And right before he said it, she got the feeling that she knew exactly what it was.

~~“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But why won’t you try?”~~

Thalia caught him looking up at her from the floor, and she debated as to how much she would reply to him. She knew he deserved the whole thing, and she thought that after so long she would just want to release it. But the thought that he might not want to be around her anymore, or that he'd be afraid of her was too much to bear right now. So she decided to keep her story in for a little while longer. What was a few months to an already nine years anyways?

Why don't I try? Because I'm scared. Because I'm weak. Because I seem happy and daring on the outside and I'm pathetic on the inside.She looked over at Kaelan, keeping herself composed the best she could and hoping that he would understand.

"Well," Thalia started, drawing in a reinforcing breath. "I'm a Pulsar, and bad things happen when I get nervous. I feel like, If I try to change, I might trigger."

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Notes: And so the table's set

Kaelan Avallochson
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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 13, 2014 22:44:17 GMT

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Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Jul 13, 2014 22:44:17 GMT

     Oh.

     Ooooooooooh.

     That made sense. She was a Pulsar, she was afraid and scared of her powers. “Bad things” had happened before and she didn’t want them to happen again. That was why she didn’t know how to stop the ball, and she probably didn’t even know how to start other runes. She’d never messed with her specific magic or any other type either. Kaelan was curious as to what specifically made her shy away from them, other than the fact that she was a Pulsar, but he wasn’t about to ask her that. It would probably be too much for her to bring it up to the forefront of her mind. Kaelan knew, Kaelan knew very well it hurt and how it could push one to the edge. She’d probably tell him when she was ready, but that was not now.

     “Ah.” Kaelan looked down at the open notebook and began to doodle, gathering his thoughts so he could speak without messing up and wind up sounding like a terrible person in her ears. “Changing forms is not going to trigger your powers, Thalia.” He looked up from his scribbling to her, deciding to be blunt. “You’re afraid of it. Too afraid to let yourself experience new things. Too afraid to even try to see if you could control it or not. If you go at it with that mindset, you’re sure to fail. Thalia, it’s like archery, or hand-to-hand. You can’t be timid or constantly worrying about what’s going to happen or else you’re never going to get the perfect shot or hit. You have got to be confident and persistent. And if things happen, then things happen; deal with it then. So stop it. Stop being afraid of yourself.” His little rant done, Kaelan watched her for a moment before he looked back down to his notebook, but this time, underneath his scribbling, he began to write.

     She was just like him. Hurt beyond repair, or rather seemingly so. She was just better at hiding it than he was. But like him, she needed someone there to remind her that she could keep going and that was no reason to be afraid or to give up so easily. She had done that for him, given him the reminder none too gently and now he was reciprocating the favor. He hoped that it worked for her, but there was no telling until she responded, if she responded at all. For now Kaelan would write until she either left or got his attention again. Leave her to her thoughts. She probably needs it.

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Harniet
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Those Who Dream To Fly Jul 14, 2014 0:05:45 GMT

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Post by Harniet on Jul 14, 2014 0:05:45 GMT

Kaelan's rant was hard to hear. But she knew that she needed to hear it, and she knew that he was right. Living in fear wasn't something she wanted to do - it was something that she hated doing every day of her life. And avoiding the cause was only making it worse. For over half of her life she'd been slowly corroding away from the constant fear that she was going to kill other people. People she loved. She needed to start being as confident in herself as she was in Kaelan, because in the end they were the same. Both struggling, both barely hanging on. Her longer than him, but the two of them still paralleled each other. The only thing that still struck her was that she couldn't just let things happen and fix them later. Getting beaten up in hand-to-hand because of a bad more was one thing. Sending 400 volts of electricity through someone and frying them from the inside out was a completely other ball field. There was no sorry for that and everything's ok. It would be murder, and she'd all ready done it to more than one person. She'd gotten herself good that day, too. That was one of the things that agonized her. Why the hell did she get to live through it, and her innocent parents didn't?

No. Don't go there. You can't go there. Letting herself drift into the 'why-this-and-why-not-that' aspects would surely make her cry right then and there, and she was already on the verge. Her hands itched with the fire of anxiousness, and she whipped an arrow into her bow faster than she thought she ever had. She needed to breathe. She needed to rein herself back in. She needed to focus. Thalia needed to feel in control. She raised the bow up into firing position, but this time she picked a new target. One further away, over a hundred feet. One harder. A group of Drakonhedi had gathered near the other end of the deck, tossing around a larger ball similar to the volleyballs of the past. As one threw it into the air to another, Thalia made her shot. The arrow pierced the ball, taking it on it's path into a wooden wall. By then the force of the arrow had diminished, so it didn't stick into the wall. But she'd hit her target, and she took another breath as she heard the cries ring out. It felt good, and that was all she wanted right now, even if it was at the small price of a game of catch.

A small dose of adrenaline was now coursing through her veins, and she felt Kaelan's words slowly sinking in. She needed to start living. And she would start with trying to shift. She just didn't know if she wanted to try it here. Thalia looked over at the green-haired boy, wondering what his animal form was. She couldn't help but also think about whether his animal form also lost a limb. There was a pretty high probability that it did, that was if it was a four-legged animal. The realization that her mind was drifting there sealed the deal that her brain wasn't thinking clearly right now. It had been a bit obvious with the shot she'd taken before, but now it was definite. Maybe a nap would help. Or some food. Or both. She brought a hand up and rubbed one of her eyes gently, debating what she wanted to do. Half of her wanted to stay here, with Kaelan. Lighten the mood again and move on. Maybe attempt a shift. Maybe he would too. But that was the part of her that wasn't quite sane right now. The mentally-correct part of her wanted to go to her room, shove a pillow in her face, and reconsider the life ahead of her. She decided to follow the sane part of herself, deciding that a good cry might help. After all, she hadn't in close to four or five years now, and holding that back couldn't possibly be that great for anyone's health.

Thalia looked over at the doodling and writing Kaelan. She didn't know what the hell to say to him. Whether she was fuming at him or in his eternal debt. Probably a mixture of both right now. So rather than attempt to say anything intelligent, she just went with whatever came to her brain-dead mind then.

"I think I'm going to head back to my room. I'll see you around." And with that, the blonde in the black summer-style dress gave a brief nod of a goodbye and headed back below deck, avoiding the approaching calls that came up behind her from the owners of the ball she'd thoroughly dilapidated.

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