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What are thoooooose!?! - Aningaat - 7/27/2026
skill: naturalist
It was the strangest things, to see the clouds in such a way. Aningaat had never quite seen anything like it in all his life. His whole life of literally two moons, that is.
As the sky lit up with sunset, instead of puffy loose white, sleeves of little wisps or even dark clouds which covered much of the blue sky, these clouds were quite round and they looked so solid, like he could reach up and grab them if he had the height to do so.
Was this normal??
What wrong with cloud?The boy asked the nearest wolf around.
RE: What are thoooooose!?! - Tatsaaye' - 7/29/2026
The south is strange, in its warmth and damp, many leagues from the things Tatsaaye' knows. Gone are familiar pine groves and the thunder of caribou-hooves; the soil is thick and wet and the leaves long and broad. There is a heaviness to an air she knew before to be brisk and swift and cool.
Tatsaaye' struggles through dense thickets and marshy earth, wishing for the sand-trails of elk forest, across low water tangled up in tree root. But there is beauty here too, and a fondness she has found for the fireflies that glitter like stars in the dark.
And the sky! Tatsaaye' knows of the sunset glow that paints it gold and purple, but she has never seen these clouds. A thing of the south, perhaps, or else another of Ice Raven's signs, like the pretty pink lakebirds.
Tatsaaye' tests the air with her tongue and nose. It is harder to taste a storm in this wet marshy air, but perhaps there is a freshness of approaching rain. She has been made damper by far here than she ever has in the north.
"Water makes them big," storm-girl says confidently, though she has never seen such shapes either. "Soon it will rain."
Tatsaaye' struggles through dense thickets and marshy earth, wishing for the sand-trails of elk forest, across low water tangled up in tree root. But there is beauty here too, and a fondness she has found for the fireflies that glitter like stars in the dark.
And the sky! Tatsaaye' knows of the sunset glow that paints it gold and purple, but she has never seen these clouds. A thing of the south, perhaps, or else another of Ice Raven's signs, like the pretty pink lakebirds.
Tatsaaye' tests the air with her tongue and nose. It is harder to taste a storm in this wet marshy air, but perhaps there is a freshness of approaching rain. She has been made damper by far here than she ever has in the north.
"Water makes them big," storm-girl says confidently, though she has never seen such shapes either. "Soon it will rain."
RE: What are thoooooose!?! - Aningaat - 8/19/2026
skill: naturalist
The air here was definitely thick, damp, moist. His tongue jut in and out of his mouth, tasting the air as the other girl mentioned a coming of rain.
Look funny.He said, with the little bit of vocabulary he currently had at his age.
Aningaat had not quite decided if he liked this place yet or not. With the mucky earth that made him slip a lot and fall, the heat and dew always on his pelt. However he was a baby. All the sounds were interesting and there were so many bugs and other crawling things to chase and bite at.
Lossa rain, bein’ so big.Ani decided with a little nod as he looked to the larger girl.
RE: What are thoooooose!?! - Tatsaaye' - 8/21/2026
A brisk wind sets her to squinting. Sunset refracts in glittering fractals from the still lake. A flock of birds still flutter beneath them, but in the dark Tatsaaye' cannot make out much of color or shape. Then they are gone among the trees, and she wonders if they are going to hide, if there will be company to the rain in thunder and lightning tonight.
She likes it when it happens; to sit curling in the overhang of fallen trees and the tiny hollows in the earth she digs by paw and let the sounds wash over her. That is when the forest goes quiet, or the closest it ever comes here.
But it does look funny. She giggles, and nods.
"Maybe storm." Storm-girl grins, teeth flashing. "Eha says Nutuk- Nutuyk-" she scowls as her tongue fumbles the name. There is no Lanzadoii in it. "Nutuyikruk. Tells stories of moon. What about rain, and sun?"
She likes it when it happens; to sit curling in the overhang of fallen trees and the tiny hollows in the earth she digs by paw and let the sounds wash over her. That is when the forest goes quiet, or the closest it ever comes here.
But it does look funny. She giggles, and nods.
"Maybe storm." Storm-girl grins, teeth flashing. "Eha says Nutuk- Nutuyk-" she scowls as her tongue fumbles the name. There is no Lanzadoii in it. "Nutuyikruk. Tells stories of moon. What about rain, and sun?"
RE: What are thoooooose!?! - Aningaat - 8/30/2026
skill: orator
The stormy colored girl grins at the possibility of a storm to come. Aningaat liked the sound of rainfall in general, although thunder a time or two before had jolted the boy many a time, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin from such a loud suddenness.
Now the Lanzadoii girl spoke up of his sister in reference to their mother. Stumbling over the name he himself would need time to learn how to pronounce. After all, she was simply ‘mama’ to him.
An-in-gaat.He spoke the name of the moon and, as it were, himself, named after the moon for his mark.
Sister sun is Siqiniq.The Sunshine people, he thought.
Rain is…Qa, Qail…The pup's brows furrowed as he found frustration in his own speech limitations. The name “Qailertetang” was quite the mouthful.
Weaffer spirit.