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Dec 20, 2020 17:17:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2020 17:17:10 GMT -7
Mabon started today. Like usual, Avalbane wasn't allowed to go. Her grandparents, very antisocial druids by nature, were actually participating this year and had gone to the Foxtail Grounds early and told her, quite strictly, not to go anywhere near the festival and to stay out of any other trouble. Easy enough. Ava was used to it. She liked to be on her own. People were scary. Her grandparents had told her all about the horrors of the outside world. But Fae? Well, Fae made it sound magical and amazing. She still believed her grandparents stories, of course, but she liked the fantasy of Fae's. The High Druid always had great stories. Today, Ava wanted to return a book she'd borrowed before Fae was too busy with the festival.
In her coyote form, a form she both loved and hated, she quietly wandered through the woods, heading down a familiar forest path that would lead her to the Cloudbreaker home. A leather pouch was hanging from her neck, the only way she could carry things around in animal form, and the book in particular tucked away safely in the bag. The forest was quiet today, the only sounds and smells from the magical creatures and forest itself. No other unfamiliar smells. Good. Ava didn't like unfamiliar. Unfamiliar was terrifying.
The path eventually led her to the Cloudbreaker farm and Ava paused, crouched in the brush as she sniffed. Searching for any human scents. There were many lingering, but Fae's was the strongest. Fae was the only one there. She carefully crept out of the brush, the leaped into a run to cross the open space of the Cloudbreaker farm. Her white fur was a stark contrast to the rest of the area, making her stand out like a beacon.
Ava followed her noise and the trail it lead her to Fae. Eventually, Ava spotted the High druid and she slowed to a walk. She didn't turn back into a human, as, while her coyote form was an uncomfortable reminder of her heritage, she didn't have to talk to people as an animal.
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Dec 20, 2020 20:06:31 GMT -7
Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Dec 20, 2020 20:06:31 GMT -7
▲ Mabon was one of the easiest of times of the year, since there really wasn’t much for Fae to do in terms of ritual aside from the usual songs and chants. Communing with the earth was much easier than harkening to the ancestors, and she always felt like she had a better handle on nature than anything else. Of course, the deceased were once again part of the cycle, but there were differences. And she preferred Mabon because of that. Celebrating the harvest when it had treated the island fairly was one of the easiest things to do, and a last hurrah before the chill of winter took hold of everything. Thus, preparing herself for Mabon wasn’t nearly as difficult as it was for certain festivities. Usually her garb was themed on whatever the Council decided was the most bountiful for the year, to maximize their voice towards the nature spirits. This year happened to be grains, and while an excellent piece had been made for her to wear, it was unbelievably scratchy and dry. She was already planning not to stick around for the nighttime events, mostly because she felt like a walking tinderbox. While she understood the Council’s reasoning for everything, there were plenty of outdated and ancient rites that could be changed nowadays. Even her predecessor had taken note of that and expressed their qualms with how some things were done. But progress was slow, and she was more worried about outside interference than anything else currently. The newest Minister hadn’t exactly reached out to her yet, and she was starting to get worried about what that could mean… A crack from a twig behind her caught her attention, taking her away from the crown of wheat she was currently shearing behind her home to make it less bothersome throughout the night. The white coyote that stood behind her, on the path, with the bag hanging from its neck, was certainly something that she didn’t think she would be seeing today, considering the circumstances. “It is just us here, little one,” Fae spoke softly to the coyote. “You can come out.” And even if her parents were around the farm, they weren’t nearly as harsh on the girl currently transformed into the coyote as the rest of the island tended to be. They had come around once they understood Fae’s reasoning. She would have loved for the whole island to be that way, but again, progress here was painfully slow. @ava ● 413 ● De honte et de pardon by Couer De Pirate MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Dec 20, 2020 21:18:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2020 21:18:40 GMT -7
The air at the back of the home was heavy with the scent of wheat and Ava sneezed. Being in her animal form it made her a bit more sensitive to certain smells. What exactly was Fae doing? As she got close she could see the High Druid working with the grainy crop, but it was hard to tell her reasoning from Ava's position. She'd slowed her walking to an almost creeping, mostly out of habit. Her coyote form was quiet, so she often sneaked about. It was also a force of habit, as she was often keeping her eyes out for any sign of "trouble". Though, again, her fur made it a bit difficult to be invisible in the brush. She was looking forward to winter for that very reason. Because she'd be practically invisible once snow fell.
Ava froze when Fae turns, force of habit. Of course she trusted Fae, but life had trained her to be extremely cautious. But, her freezing lasted only a moment, as Fae's words of reassurance brought about what little courage she had. Immediately Ava leapt forward. While extremely shy, she wasn't somber or moody. She was a very happy teenager... if she liked you. Even playful in coyote form, as she was currently demonstrating. She practically pranced across the distance between them. Though coyote expressions must be hard to read, she was clearly happy. She slid to a stop and sat down next to Fae, head tilting dramatically to the side as she took in Fae's work. So that's why it smelled like wheat.
Though it made her uncomfortable, she transformed back into human, her eyes squinting a bit as the sun practically assaulted them. She had very sensitive eyesight from her... condition. But she knew she would have seen Fae later in the day. The bag still hung around her neck and she reached into it, pulling out the book. "I brought your book back." Ava had only borrowed it the day before. Finishing a book from front to back wasn't unusual for Ava. She just inhaled information. Plus, she had a lot of spare time for reading. Seeing as her grandparents, for her own protection (or so she believed) forbid her from spending time with any of the other teenagers on the island.
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Dec 22, 2020 16:41:17 GMT -7
Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Dec 22, 2020 16:41:17 GMT -7
▲ It was a toss-up on whether or not Ava would come out of her coyote form. There were definitely times where Fae sat quietly and talked to the girl, as if she was just speaking to any other animal on the island. In Ava’s case, this was better than having her walking about freely. The other druids didn’t always take kindly to her existence. There were times where a certain level of discretion was necessary, and Ava was one of those instances. It wasn’t her fault for being the way she was – she had no control over being born. And to extend it even further, Fae found it difficult to blame the girl’s mother. Hy-Brasil wasn’t made for everyone. Plenty of druids had left over the years and didn’t come back. The circumstances surrounding Ava were tensely debated during routine Council meetings. In the end, Fae had ultimate say in whether the girl remained or not. She saw no reason to kick out a defenseless child all because her mother chanced upon a werewolf one night. Despite Ava preferring her animal form, she transformed back into a human. The sunbeams leaking through the branches of the tree hanging over them looked to be bothering her, as Fae watched her squint. Waving her wand, the branches directly overhead shifted gently, bringing the whole area into shade. As she set her wand back down on the ground, Ava presented her with the book that she had borrowed a few days prior. “Quick. As always,” Fae commented, taking it back from the girl. She was starting to run out of books, though thankfully there would be more any day now. Whenever she had to meet Ministry officials, an order was put in. She had done this since her time as a visitor’s guide, and while it had been frowned upon then by the elders, now they applauded her desire to consume information of all sorts of things. Of course, they were never truly interested in what the content of the books was. They were simply placating her. The elders had a way with things, and they were unbelievably diametric on some things and contradictory on others. It came into play with Ava all the time, and she didn’t like that. “I only have a few more left, unless you would like to read one of them again?” Fae posed the offer to the girl. Surely she was the only source of reading material for her on the island. Everyone else preferred to pretend that she didn’t even exist in the first place. It was heartbreaking watching them do that to a child, and unfair to Ava as well. @ava ● 445 ● Left Behind by Occams Laser MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Dec 22, 2020 22:54:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2020 22:54:46 GMT -7
Despite the uncomfortable resemblance between a coyote and wolf, something her grandparents reminded her of, Ava liked her animal form. Liked the freedom it gave her. The stronger senses. The eye sight. The speed and agility. The ability to get out of a situation quickly. Sure, she still stood out, but few druids knew the girl was an animagus or what form she took. In face, most druids believed the council's story that Ava had been sent to Beauxbaton for schooling. It meant she could wander in coyote form without much worry. While a white coyote would be extremely unusual on the island, no one had reason to believe it was Ava.
Fae magicking the tree branches to shift was a welcome relief, and Ava squinted up at them, to see how the branches had woven together. "Could you teach me that sometime?" Ava couldn't help but ask. While an exceptionally bright girl, she was mostly book smart. And, as Fae was probably at least partially aware, her magical education wasn't her grandparent's priority. She looked back down from the branches and smiled up at Fae. She brought her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, chin on her knees. "The book mentioned a giant staircase in Hogwarts that moves whenever it wants, like it has a mind of it's own. Did you ever see them when you were there?" With the Ministry's requirements druids took their fifth and seventh year exams at the school, going the entire month of May. Ava liked May because of that. It was a little quieter. But, it made her wonder... what would happen when she was old enough. What her grandparents or the council might do in her situation...
As Fae mentioned only have a few more, and asking if she wanted to reread another, Ava thought. She didn't reread things often, simply because of her memory. She remembered things. Anything she saw really. "Could I do one of both? I liked Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them. I'd like to reread it." And since the festival would last a few days... two books would be better. Because she'd be alone for most of the festival. Her grandparents and Fae would be busy.
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Jan 23, 2021 23:52:58 GMT -7
Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Jan 23, 2021 23:52:58 GMT -7
▲ The spell she had cast upon the tree wasn’t so much as a charm, as it was simply asking the tree to shift its branches. Everything on Hy-Brasil was magical, after all, and she had learned over the years that most of the nature-based magic the druidic community practiced was deeply rooted in their intentions. By merely extending out the question of whether the tree could block the sun, it responded in favor. She was never going to actively force the tree to do it if it didn’t want to, but her relationship with it had grown since she had moved into the small house next to it. “Of course. All you have to do is ask the tree,” Fae explained. “I used my wand to channel my question through magic. I am sure you would be able to do it with practice.” Ava was gentle on the plants and wildlife. While the human inhabitants rejected her, the island had not. If she was truly a creature of darkness, as her guardians and others treated her, then Hy-Brasil would have acted accordingly. Most seemed to forget that. Ava had questions about Hogwarts, which she probably would have been able to see had she not been ostracized and forced to lie about attending Beauxbatons. In regards to the staircases, just thinking back on them made Fae smile. “Yes. They are charmed to move on their own. The whole castle feels like it is alive. Not like here, of course, but it is different from other places too.” Her time at Hogwarts had been brief, and she hadn’t known about the staircases the first time she was there either. A professor had given her small group a tour when they went for the exams her first time, and she lacked the words to explain how awestruck she had been by them. As she had told Ava, the castle on its own was a feat of magic on its own. It truly perplexed her that they were able to weave spells into the brickwork of the castle, where there was a lack of natural magic. “You know where it is, right?” Fae responded at the girl’s request for Fantastic Beasts. Her copy was worn and beat up, a gift left by a visiting magizoologist years earlier after Fae showed them the nearby griffin herd. While she really had no need for the book when it came to the creatures that existed on the island, there were other things, darker animals and beings that she had always had an interest in. The author, Newt Scamander, was truly an expert in his detailed writings of the magical creatures he studied. She would not have been surprised to hear that he had visited Hy-Brasil at some point, because there were parts of some biographies that would have only been observed under the assistance of a druid. “And pick whatever else you want, too,” she added. @ava ● 489 ● Crier tout bas by Coeur de Pirate MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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