The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
New gifted family of Lorendale added to the Families of Importance, the Decarlos!
At the beginning of February 2022 the site will experience a 5 year time jump! The IC year will jump from 822 to 827! This gives us about 8 months to prepare our characters for that jump. We plan to host very intentional planning sessions to help everyone get their plots and characters ready for this! As of this moment, one thing you should all start considering is making sure the threads your characters are in are furthering your character's stories.
He shook his head. "If she wasn't there, it could have been someone else. She was just the one in the wrong spot." It probably didn't help much, and he knew that. But it was the only thing he could think to say to her in that moment. The moment of trying to get her mind to stop blaming herself. The lives lost were not because they let them happen. it was things they couldn't control. Numbers they had never gone up against.
He let out a small laugh as he continued to eat. Shaking his head for a moment as he settled back, his bowl being finished and placing it to the side. "I know. I am sure I'd feel the same way if I was closer with her." He agreed. Had that been Garrick or Jaskier or Adhla, he'd be after them in a heartbeat. He wouldn't have thought twice, Menowin would have probably been at his side without much argument either. She was powerful. The grizzly had more than pulled her weight during the battle and had barely tired. Their years of hard work and dedication to one another actually showed a lot of things that day.
Tempest gave a nod to that, knowing that was most likely the case no matter what would have happened. Someone would have been taken, and she would still be fighting to help them. "You're right on that...and I know we would still try and find a way to save them," she told him. It was hard to not just let herself be wholly blamed by all the things that had happened but what was done was done and she did need to plan to know what to do next and how to handle it.
She would finish eating and then move to lean against his arm, "I know...thank you for being a clear head though...I need it sometimes," she told him. Tempest knew her faults and was not ashamed by them, her passionate nature was just apart of her and all it took to get her focusing back and planning correctly was someone to be patient and let her burn for a moment before showing that calm in the center. Danior was a calm she liked, he was easy to talk to and he knew the right things to say to help; even in tense situations.
"I feel so tired yet so wound up that I don't think I can sleep," she told him with a light laugh. The adrenaline was still running through her but she wasn't sure what would be the best coarse to burn it out right now. She'd love sleep to plan better but sleep was not going to be an easy thing to accomplish.
Danior wanted to be like her in a way, let go of his anger and displeasure over the situation. But it wasn’t in him. Menowin would even side eye him and possibly swat at him if he did. She was the mother bear, through and through. She pushed him in the right directions when growing up. Even when he was a little fiery teen, she would muscle him where he should be and needed to be. Like she knew that one day he would need to be who he was now. He really owed that bear everything.
When Tempest leaned against him, he shifted slightly so she could easily fit against his shoulder and if she wanted, could rest her head on his shoulder. Danior was not like this with everyone. He didn’t allow just anyone to lean on him physically, or even into his wagon. With the exception of when the twins had show up during Conclave. But Tempest and him have worked together since he had become The One and her the driver of Adoi. “Sometimes I need to hear the passion and anger so I feel my inner turmoil is not just mine. That I am not overreacting.” He said lowly. Though there was not a part of him that thought this was a situation he could overreact in.
He chuckled when she did, reaching a hand over to hers and giving it a squeeze. “Come, I’ll walk you back to your wagon. I am sure as soon as your head hits the pillows, you will fall asleep.” He told her. Not wanting to let her continue to wind herself up by overthinking things. Even if he had to stand guard outside her wagon, he wanted her to get some sleep.
Alva fueled her fires but also did what he could to protect her, he was her eyes. Her protector in the sky but he was never one to hold her back on her emotions because the bird knew that she needed to get it out or she would be consumed by them. This was the healthiest way for her to cope with them even if to others it seemed too chaotic and she needed to put a lid on it. It would earn them a peck from Alva who would never tolerate them picking on Tempest for what she was feeling.
Tempest was thankful that Danior did not mind her doing this, she wasn't a super affectionate woman- even though she had a very passionate nature, she rarely did much aside from hugs to a select few. He was different though, he was someone she had watched and learned from and had earned her respect both from a personal standpoint as well as a driver one. He had an incredibly important task for the people but he was also a man as well and she wanted to consider that too. "It isn't...I never have hidden what I feel well. When I'm angry it shows or happy or passionate over something...and even when I am hurting. You aren't but you help the wild ones like myself find their center," she told him and then she felt a bit guilty, "I've been so focused on how I feel...that I didn't ask how you were doing in all of this- I'm sorry," she told him, looking up at him in concern. She normally wasn't the self centered person in the slightest, worrying over others and she hadn't thought to check on him.
She would grip his hand tightly and give a small smile and nod, "Are you going to rest as well or are you just making me go rest first?" she asked, a little tease in her voice as she spoke to him. She cared for his health as well and wanted to make sure that he didn't over tax himself either.
He chuckled lightly at her. “Glad to be of service once again.” He said, a small shrug of his shoulders. Though the moment she asked how he was doing, his face grew serious once more. He stared out at the wagon in front of them. Not really focusing on one point over another. “My son made it. But my daughter, Tillie, she and her dyr died trying to protect the caravans.” It was the first time he was saying it out loud. He could picture her warm brown eyes staring at him. And it made his heart break a little. Though he kept it under control.
He kept his hand in hers. Finding comfort there. “Will you rest if I rest?” He asked, giving her a look. He had a feeling if he tried to sleep she’d get up and continue on.
Tempest gave him a small smile at that, "You've always been of aid to everyone, don't sell yourself short," she told him with a gentle tease. When the topic turned grave though, "I'm sorry..." she told him, holding him a little tightly as she then urged him a bit closer. He lost his daughter and her own child was struggling. She didn't know what to think really about this but it made her hate Coheed more since they would attack those who were defenseless.
Her head nodded, "Yes- would I be allowed to ask for you to just...come in with me? I think we could both use not being alone right now," she told him. It was her observation, they were both hurting, both sad and angry and she was wanting to comfort him as much as he wanted to for her and she really just didn't want to be alone. She knew Alva and Menowin could keep each other company and lean on one another if they needed to.
He shook his head. He still wasn’t quite in the mood to dive further into the subject. “She died protecting others. I am proud of her.” He said, though his pride sounded more like sadness and a bit of grief. He allowed Tempest to pull him closer. His head briefly leaned against hers, letting out a deep breath as he did so. “I am not quite up for talking about that just yet.” He admitted but then turned his attention back to the talk of rest.
Danior lifted his head and stared at her for a moment. Most the time, he slept on his own. He didn’t have regular wagon visitors. But tonight, he had to admit that sleeping alone sounded miserable. And that was the last thing he wanted to be, or at least continue to be. “Yes,” He answered. He shifted then, releasing her hand only to turn around and offer to help her off the ground. If she took his hand, he would hold it still and follow her towards her wagon. Menowin wasn’t far behind and once they arrived, she would find a comfortable spot to curl up and was fast asleep.
Tempest would give a small nod to that, she did and she was going to see the others who went to ground but she would have her dyr with her at least. "She isn't alone, remember that as well," she told him gently as she leaned her head against him. She heard the sadness in his voice, her head moving to lean against her, "You don't have to but when you are ready to, I'm here to listen," she told him, promising him this as she knew that there would be a day where he'd want to talk about her but with the wound too fresh she didn't imagine it right now.
It made her smile a little knowing that he was willing to come and rest with her, they both needed it and needed someone to be there for them. "Thank you," she said as she would let him up first and then she would reach up to his hand as he helped her up off of the ground. She didn't have to say a word to Alva as he glided alongside them as they made their way to her caravan. She would help him inside, watching as Alva landed right beside Menowin and rested next to her as he tucked his beak into his wing to sleep right next to her. It made her smile, even Dyrs needed a companion every so often.
She would open her caravan door, the inside neat but a little jostled from everything. There was a box open that held needle point, it was so far a mural of all the dyrs she had seen so far and the needle currently was poked into what looked like a cloud. Tempest would pull out a basin and a pitcher of water and filled it and handed him a cloth as she took one for herself to wet and then wipe off her face and arms from the grime. Without too much of a care, she did strip out of her dirtied clothes, going over to a hidden trunk and opening it to pull out a wrap around skirt and tying it at her hip and then pulling out some men's shorts she had been mending and holding them out to him, "Here, I'm sorry if they don't fit I was fixing them for someone," she told him as she pulled out another top to put on so she wasn't topless. Tempest wasn't aiming to make him uncomfortable but in here she was much more relaxed and she felt like she could just be that way with him right now. He had managed to calm her, something only one other had managed to be able to do and it made her feel even more comfortable with him.
He wasn’t one to try and fill a silence, and he as glad when she seemed content with walking in silence. Menowin was tired but she nudged him before she went to find her spot to sleep. The big bird curling up next to her and he was glad the two were finally getting some rest. They worked hard during the war and he knew that they needed the rest just as much as the two of them did. He told his dyr a soft good night before he entered behind Tempest into her wagon.
He looked around, noting some of the pieces that made the wagon very much Tempest. From the needlework to the small items of hers around the place. It made it seem comfortable and like she put a lot of pride into the place. He took the cloth she offered and followed suit, washing his face and arms as she did. He cleaned the rag a few times before he started over his face once more. Feeling like he might be able to wipe away some of the ache in his chest that way. The soft flapping of cloth caught his attention. He dragged the cloth down just enough to open his eyes and look at the brunette and something stirred in him immediately. She had removed her clothes and was working on re-dressing.
Danior finished the last wipe of his face before he stepped forward as she handed him a pair of shorts. He had to tell himself to not look down, to keep his eyes on hers. “Thank you.” His voice had a slight edge to it as she tugged her shirt over her head. He felt like he could breath for a moment once she did. Though his restraint lasted two seconds. He reached a hand out to try and grab her by the waist and then pull her into him. The shorts forgotten as he made a move to bury his other hand into her hair, tilt her head back, and kiss her.
Tempest was ok with silence, well it wasn't overly silent since Alva was scolding her a little bit and just making her smile at her over worried feathery friend. She would take in the sight of Alva resting on the ground next to the bear, she knew he was safe next to her and she would give a small tired smile to both of them resting now. She'd get them some food and drink later because they would need to replenish after all that had happened.
She didn't even think about the needle work that got bumped out, normally a bit embarrassed by her hobby but when he didn't make a comment about it she just didn't bring it up. She was busy trying to clean off all the grime and yuck from her body until just scratches and bruises showed from the exertion of the day. She was ready to rest, or try to rest honestly. Tempest did feel his eyes on her for a moment, her mismatching eyes glancing over at him for a moment as she only had on a light layer of regular clothing.
The hairs on the back of her neck started to do that funny tingling sensation when someone was watching you and that was happening right now as she felt Danior's eyes on her as she pulled on some clean clothing. Looking back to him with her brown and blue eyes, she would offer a small smile, "You're welcome," she told him as she held the shorts to him but he didn't take them. Instead, she found herself being pulled into his arms as his hand tangled up into her thick hair and the other on her slim waist. She had a moment to stare up at him before his lips were against her own and in a soft swish of fabric hitting the floor, she dropped the shorts and took hold of him. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, her other hand moving to grip his shoulder as she closed the little space between them with her own body as she pressed into him. In that instant he was kicking back to life the fire inside her as she kissed him, lifting up against him slightly as a soft moan escaped from the kiss.
Danior knew his nerves were fried, but everything in him said that he should kiss her. That he should pull her close and find that comfort in her that he so desperately wanted in that moment. When she responded to him positively, he was beyond relieved. His hands pulling her closer as the small moan left her. It was music to his ears. And he wanted to hear it again. And again. He bent a little to fully wrap him arm around her waist and then stood up straight, pulling her up against him and popping her feet off the floor.
Tempest just held onto him tightly, her fingers threading through his hair as she held onto him. It just felt good to hold onto him, someone warm and alive, the feel of them against her and just wanting to keep that forever. No death, no kidnappings or hostages, just this moment right now with both of them alive and clinging to each other. The moment he lifted her up even an inch off of the floor, her legs were wrapping around him to hold into him tighter. Her body lifted and moved against him a little, her nails biting into his back slightly as another achy moan left her from being held like this. Tempest would gently nip at his lip for a moment, a little bit of playfulness showing before pulling him back to lips to deepen the kiss between them.
As her legs wrapped around his waist, his hand left her hair to grab her backside, helping her find a place against him and holding her there. His grip steady and sure on her. And the light bite of her nails in his back had the air rushing out of him. His feet started to move then, in the direction he saw of her bed. They needed to really get some rest, so that was why he was bringing them there. Or so he told himself. As he got to it, she pulled his lower lip between her teeth and he groaned lightly. His heart rate was increasing by the second and he eagerly met her kiss again. Sliding his tongue against her full lips as he lowered them to her bed.
A small gasp left her at the feel of his hand gripping her backside to hold her up against him better, it made her feel even more secure like this- not like she doubted his strength, she knew he was strong. The sound of the air rushing from him made a small smile rise to her lips against his as he would find in a few steps the lift that led to where she had her bed tucked away. With the curtains opened, it made it easy to enter and set her down on it if he wanted to. Inside it was nice and dark but there was a slight glow from her roof to give a light illumination to the cozy area. The moment his tongue touched her lips, they would part for him to let her own out to taste and wrestle with his. Sleep really should be happening, the bed was right there, but she was enjoying kissing him way too much right now to suggest keeping right now.
Danior did appreciate those open curtains. Though he didn't set her down, instead he lifted his own legs, one after another, until he was knelt onto her bed and walked on his knees until he was able to rest her head against her pillows. Never once breaking the kiss. The moment he knew she was softly placed on the bed, he lifted a hand to rest against the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him and angling her head so he could deepen the kiss. Settling his hips between hers.
Sleep really should be happening. They had a long day. The driver of Adoi and The One. But he was finding a kind of comfort right now that he didn't quite want to let go of. Not yet. And not that it needed or was expected to go further. He was happy with the heated kisses and contented sighs.