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Post by Arual on Oct 3, 2007 17:13:15 GMT -5
Valdoren looked around, he saw a good amount of people unlike himself around him; doing their own priorities and such. The seventeen year old didn't feel comfortable at the stares he got every so often, but he didn't mind it either. His brown eyes scanned for the tent he was told to go to; the tribal leader's, the sun making them seem a slight bit changed into a hazel. Valdoren pushed a few auburn locks away from his eyes as he waited for a sign or something that told him something valuable and worth the confusing hesitation. The boy sighed, not giving up, but giving himself a bit of time to concentrate on his next step; especially since he was a new student. He knew no one yet....maybe someone would notice and help him out. When the boy stepped into the shadows of the trees, he put a arrow between his fingers, moving it up and down out of habit. The fthin feathers stuck out on each side, the red dye dried after a long number of years that not even the new owner of the weapon knew.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 4, 2007 6:02:16 GMT -5
(sorry for not posting, my mom reminded me ever so kindly that I was grounded...)
A rather pleasant being sat in the tree above Valdoren, being in a tree made him feel... taller. Therefore, it was a completely reasonable place to chillax. He watched the student person with his glittering purple eyes, a smile on his face, he said absolutely nothing as he sat there, clutching an acorn in his hand, but you may feel free to call it The Almighty Fredbobbiogeorgemickeymouse Acorn, why you ask? Because that was the acorn's name of course. No! Terent didn't call the Acorn by such a name- but the acorn DID have a name.
Terent's long elven ears twitched slightly as he swung his legs like some sort of kindergartener who was made to sit through a church service, obviously Terent had been sitting there for quite some time... obviously.
Seated atop Terent's head was a small gecko, dragonfly wings vibrated on it's back and it's bright eyes watched the world with an interested gaze, this little guy's name was Smitty and Smitty was a gecko dragon... albiet, a very serious one, but a gecko dragon nonetheless.
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Post by Arual on Oct 4, 2007 14:04:16 GMT -5
[Saright! ^^ and Terent? xD This 'll be great. xD]
Valdoren felt a bit of bark go into his hair, the scraping of the tree and some other unknown force going back and forth. With his brown eyes, he looked up; seeing the figure of what seemed to be an elf, though in the shade, and at the height of the tree, he wasn't positive.
[ One thing about Val is that he's never really seen 'mythical' beings such as a sprite or an elf. He only knows of demons since he lived with one. So, if you think he's stupid.... don't. ^^ xD Actually, Val is my strongest and smartest characters. Another reason why he's my squishy! ^____^ ]
"Excuse me," the teen said, the arrow still placed in his hand; though it was in no way a threatening grip, "Do you know where the Tribal Leader's tent is? I'm having some trouble finding it." Hopefully, whoever it was spoke english....and could help him out some. If not, well; he'd have to keep trying.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 5, 2007 14:54:42 GMT -5
"Certus ego operor! It's iustus aliquantulus mores absentis , sub a silicis , tunc super a tumulosus. ego reputo. Smitty! Quis operor vos reputo?" Terent spoke in some odd language, his happy little Scots-Irish accent clung to the words which were obviously not English. He smiled as he looked at the small gecko dragon that was perched atop his head and then down towards the student, and seeing the confusion he spoke again, "Ahhh, Etiam! Turbatio ex talis a simplex lingua ut is! Es vos per usura is ut ego sum, parvulus?"
The gecko dragon shook his head, a scowl on his face, "Mrraaaaaarrr...." He croaked as he buzzed up into the air, flitting his way towards Valdoren before hovering a few inches in front of the student's face in all of his gecko-y dragon-y glory.
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Post by Arual on Oct 5, 2007 15:12:29 GMT -5
Valdoren mentally slumped. His luck, right? No, wait. "A person that speaks latin; yet his accent is European. Scottish and..something else." he thought to himself silently. Val knew it was latin for one reason: he had studied the dead language for about four years, not very good at it. Though, it did help in some areas. He spoke of directions; or at least that Valdoren could make out. " A hard stone, a hill, and something else..." the seventeen year old added in thought. Valdoren wasn't sure about his, but it was probably the only way he'd get the full response. Thank God it was something he knew how to speak fairly well. " Operor vos narro English pariter? I'm non valde bonus in narro Latin." The boy's hair swayed as the winds continued and the arrow case on his back was adjusted. You could tell the kid below on the ground had a sharp eye and was very bright, booksmart as well as physically. He stepped over to the side when the hovering insect like dragon appeared.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 5, 2007 15:30:06 GMT -5
"Well kid, I'd love to help you find the 'Tribal Leader's Tent' but alas! They've decided they don't exactly like me here..." Terent pointed out the fact that his left foot was tethered to the branch. He shrugged- how was he supposed to know that some simple customs that he'd learned were kind courtesy were insults in some different cultures... and how was he supposed to know that it was the Tribe Leader's eldest daughter? It was an honest mistake! It could have happened to anyone!
"Mreeeerrrrkekekeke..." Smitty croaked, landing on Valdoren's shoulder silently.
"Oh shut up, you sorry excuse for a dragon!" Terent shouted at the tiny winged gecko, and it could be imagined that if this was an anime, there'd be a bulging vein on his forehead for the briefest of moments.
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Post by Arual on Oct 5, 2007 15:35:03 GMT -5
Valdoren sighed in relief. "Well, what did you do?" he asked simply. Obviously- there had to be a reason why he was stuck up there. Sure he could dart him back down with an arrow piercing the tree piece or whatever it was that had been sticking to him; but what if it was for a reason that would send offense to the people that lived there? It would have to be the most informal introduction he's ever had...well, besides that year when he had to become the brains of a rebellion and lead the people. That, however, was the polar opposite of what at question now.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 5, 2007 15:42:15 GMT -5
"Apparently kissing someone's hand around here isn't a formal greeting, as it is elsewhere... what it means in these parts is lost to me... but the Tribal Leader didn't take to kindly to me kissing his daughter's hand..." He let out a disgruntled sigh as he looked towards Valdoren, wondering where this course of events was going to take him.
Smitty rolled his eyes before becoming airborne again, and zipping directly at Terent, fast enough to show he had no intention of stopping. The little gecko dragon must have some reasonable intention for this... and the truth was that he did. "MRAAARR!!" he croaked.
Terent's eyes went wide for a moment and he squirmed out of the way, unfortunately losing his balance at that moment and he fell from the branch and the rope was longer than expected, because Terent's face thudded against the ground and the slightest of crunching noises came from his compacted spine. Terent let out a moan, realising he'd have to climb his way back up to the branch now...
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Post by Arual on Oct 5, 2007 15:49:39 GMT -5
"That's usually why people study things like that before they enter places. Are you alright?" he asked, seeing Terent go smack down into the ground. Valdoren went a couple of feet over and extended a hand so the person could stand again.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 5, 2007 16:50:57 GMT -5
Terent would normally accept the offer for help, but considering the fact that his foot was still tied to the branch above him, he wasn't able to stand anyways since he was still more or less hanging at the moment. With a show of upper body strength, he swung himself up, grabbing his ankles as he began awkwardly scaling the rope, his tongue sticking out slightly, eyebrows furrowed with concentration. "Any other tips?" He asked through his tight expression.
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Post by Arual on Oct 5, 2007 17:18:16 GMT -5
Valdoren looked down, kinda feeling stupid that he thought of helping the man; seeing as though he sounded as if he was not in need of anyone elses help after the sarcastic comment made not but seconds before hand. "No, but if they find you; he punishment will only be worse. No use sitting around with a troubled mind...but then again, that's me. I was thinking about going to the Leader, whenver I find him... and see if I could pull a bargin for you so you could get out of that tree. But it seems as though you rather stay here." he told Terent, shrugging and beginning to walk away from him.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 5, 2007 17:49:50 GMT -5
"Oh, suuuuuuuuuuurrrrreeee! Cause it's such a party, being stuck to a tree and all!" He rolled his eyes, "I guess I'll just have to sing a song till you get back then, huh?" he began swaying back and forth pleasantly, "Let's find a rock... I mean a big ass rock... or maybe something like a cinder block is better, I'll hoist it up and drop it on your face, my buddy..." He continued singing a peaceful tune, sounding as if it came from a musical and he watched Valdoren silently, wondering if the person knew that the short elf tied to a tree was a teacher.
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Post by Arual on Oct 5, 2007 17:56:33 GMT -5
Within a blink of an eye, literally, and unexpected for Terent; Val slipped the arrow from between his fingers to the air. The rope was hit dead on up in the tree, the frayed ends going everywhere around the arrows extremely sharp pointed tip. The eyes of the boy had a seriousness and a sense of quick concentration when he shot anything from his bow.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Oct 5, 2007 18:04:47 GMT -5
Terent didn't miss a beat and he hopped down from his perch and onto the ground with a smile, "Well then, my thanks is in order then, I would assume? Would ye accept it?" He asked, his accent simply dripping over his lips effortlessly. His long elven ears twitched as Smitty came to rest on his shoulders again and he began following the student, a pleasant enough smile on his face and he whistled slightly, "Who's your Master Teacher?" he asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
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Post by Arual on Oct 5, 2007 18:15:26 GMT -5
Valdoren had stopped when Terent talked to him. "Lee is," he answered the elf, now totally sure the distinction of the cultures within the accent he gave off. "And yes, I do accpet the thanks." Valdoren made a smiple gesture to take the arrow out before it planted itself right into his hand again. He was strong, tall, thin; but very strong nonetheless. His brown eyes looked back on Smitty and Terent as they were the only people he could understand.
Flashback: Valdoren: Ronove....will you teach me how to use the bow and arrow now? *trying to make him recall what he told little Val* Ronove: You're so young... *Reluctant* Valdoren: Practice makes perfect! *has those eyes- damn those eyes of his that a human being couldn't say no to. Demons- well, maybe they could, but i doubt there'd be a yes* Ronove: *caves* Alright. I will teach you a little bit. Valdoren: Yes! *is excited* end
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