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The Birch Glade is named so for the ring of thick, silver-white birches that form an oval. The Rian Cariad now has a litter of twelve Plenyt, six Fachs, and six Bachs. She resides here with her 'Mate, Llynmynydd, while their Bonded share a nearby Haupton.


  • Amazed -- Vanya | Chysta, 11:41:50 06/10/02 Mon
    +Two forms move through the forest towards the Glen, their movements born of the grace of a lifetime's practice. The two seem to have been born from the same mold, their features identical...Flowing white hair cascades down their backs as they move, ribbons, crystals, and beads braided into the strands. As they move closer, it becomes easier to tell the two apart, merely by their stances, and the way they move. The girl with the dark blue eyes moves more like a dancer, her silver-ringed eyes filed with a calm peacefulness, while the other has the grace of a deadly swordfighter, almost that of an assassin.+

    +There are other differences between the two as well, not all of them quite that subtle… Such as the fact that the blue-eyed girl is dressed in pure white, the loose robes flowing around her like a waterfall, while the purple-eyed girl is dressed conservatively in black. They approach the Plenyts, and both bow to the Rian.+

    “Meito to yana, asai koriya yassan. Blessings be upon you, and your family!” +The two smile sweetly at the Rian and the Plenyts, and then the two each pull a package from pouches hanging around their waists. The blue-eyed one steps forwards first, and bows deeply to them, opening the box to reveal a beautiful book, the pages lovingly cared for, the image of one of the first Wytti and their Bonded.+

    “My name is Chysta, and I bring you a gift. This is the story of one of the first Wytti. I compiled it during my time here, and thought it would be an appropriate gift, since I could think of no other for one such as you.” +She bows again, her silver-ringed eyes glittering with good nature. Then the other girl steps forwards, and extends her hands to the other Wytti, and then grins cheerfully, and she extends her gift. Odd metal shapes that seem slightly hollow.+

    “I’m Vanya, and I bring you a gift. Claw sheaths, good sir! I thought that something like this would be appreciated… Or at least I hope they are.” +Her grin falters for a second, and then she steps back, hoping that her gift is welcomed. The twins exchange a hesitant look, and hope that they are accepted. Then Vanya shrugs, and pulls out a rope toy, the tightly braided thing a gift for the Plenyts.+

    OOC: *gasps* That took me forever to write... I hope it meets your approval!

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    ... (NT) -- fxr, 16:21:26 06/10/02 Mon
  • ~ Softly ~ -- Maia, 12:03:18 06/10/02 Mon
    Slow steps are taken, their sound muffled slightly by the dirt underneath, leaving only footprints of where someone had once walked upon the ground here. Her shadow slid along on the path silently as usual behind her, following her every move. The way the wind played with her hair, her slight hand movments, the way she held herself up and positioned herself. The sun shone on above, unconcerned by what went on down upon the ground, shining it's bright yellow light upon all who were down below it, the sky hued a bright baby blue, clouds going across the sky, playing with the rays of light which poured out from the golden ball of the sun. The wind whipped playfully about, playing with everything that it came across. Tendrils of pale blue hair snaked through the air, tree branches and leaves waved back and forth, almost as though greeting someone that no one else could see. Or perhaps they were greeting the sun - it was quite early in the morning right now. Or perhaps they were just playing. It was hard to understand the trees; much easier to understand the wind or the clouds. They made quite a bit more sense then the trees did. Who knew why the trees waved their branches and shook their leaves? Not Maia, certainately.

    And it was Maia who was slowly making her way through the birch trees, on her way to the birch glen. Softly she moved, the wind playing through her pale blue hair, her shadow on the ground, often disappearing when the shadows of the trees became to thick, the lush and abundent canopy of the birch trees blocking out the light and heat of the sun to give way to the cool forest path that Maia was following. Maia's breathing was quick, even though she was not doing anything strenous at the moment. Her cheeks and face were flushed red, which was odd for the girl, as her skin never was red - it always remained the same pale white color, several shades lighter then her hair ever was.

    She began to get closer to where the glen entrance was. She could hear the soft murmer of voices, though she was not yet close enough yet to pick out indivual words. Her pace quickened though she did not conciously direct it to; unluckily, her body did things that it was not supposed to do when she got nervous. As she was now. I don't know why I am nervous. It's nothing big. I don't have to talk much to them, I suppose... The thought fluttered through her mind. She disliked talking, she didn't see the point. Her father had perfered her to stay silent, and he was the only person that she had seen growing up, really. It had become a matter of habit not to talk much anymore, she really was much better off alone with her thoughts, wasn't she?

    She reached the entrance to the glen and stopped dead in her tracks, only her innate sense of balance keeping her from falling flat upon her face in front of those that she wanted to impress upon so badly. I just have to recite what I made up last night. It will be okay. I can do this. She told herself forcefully in her mind. Her hands clenched into fists she closed her eyes, letting the feel of the wind wash over her, scented by scents that she could not recognize. Her hands relaxed, as did the rest of her posture. The wind always comforted her; it always had. Her pale blue hair settled in place as it normally did, brushing gracefully againest her shoulders, her eyes blinking gently as she looked around, getting used to the sights that she now saw.

    Girls were thoughtout the glen, almost all girls. That was all that she saw, anyways, but then again, she did sometimes miss things. She took in the appearances of all those that were there, the sound of their voices now clearly reaching her ears, accents, everything went into one ear and right out the other. What had caught her eyes were the plenyts. She examined each one in turn, knowing that there were eight of them, silently watching each, wondering if one was to become partenered and bonded with her. A small smile brushed across her face at the thought. She should stop getting ahead of herself, she had to do one thing at a time, and right now, it was probably the most polite thing to introduce herself to their parents first. They had been on the edge of her sight the whole time, and now she stepped up to them. Several other girls were talking to them, too, so she gratefully waited, staying silent for now, pale hued eyes watching the two adults and the plenyts. Perhaps...

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  • Awed Entrance -- Kalanor(Kala for short), 10:22:38 06/10/02 Mon
    The small girl enters with a bad start. She trips and falls down landing at the feet of the Rian. She skitters to get back up while brushing dift off her copper skin. Her body is thin yet strong from feild work. She unties the braids that had coiled into a bun on her head. She brushes at her braids to move them away from her face. Her green eyes are flecked with brown and gold. Her hair itself is the colors of Autumn leaves. On her right cheek there is a tattoo of a Blue Jay.

    "Most gracious Rian. You have had a strong and fine litter. May they each find their own Bonded. I brought..." she trails off as she looks up... and up.. and up.
    "It isn't much but it is something." She holds out a really large wreath of flower. There are roses, daisies, lilies and an assortment of other flowers.

    She stands there for a moment looking at the plenyt."I did bring a toy.. somewhat." She smiles and swings her braids about. They reach down past her knees.
    "May I stay for a while and play with your children?" She asks." Oh yeah I'm Kalanor but people call me Kala or Kally for short!"

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  • *she looks at the plenyt and simply falls in love with them* -- Ithildin, 09:00:56 06/09/02 Sun
    Ohhh! They're beautiful! Cariad you did a great job! Oh I love them! *she sits watching the plenyt with love in her eyes*

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  • Which way does the scale tip? -- Kietra, 22:37:22 06/08/02 Sat
    The glade’s canopy acted as a light filter, allowing only the softer tones of light access to this momentous occasion, which the women that slipped in also hoped for access to. Her simple tunic of earthen hues fell from her shoulders as if it had hung there for years, which –though moments of breakings were of course used for hygiene’s sake- was true for she found little necessity in brightly coloured or newly sewn works of art to be her clothing. Her quick and multi coloured eyes pin pointed every movement they were able to with sharp motions of her head, sending her long braid swinging back and forth, but because of it’s weight, not to ridiculous angles.

    She took a deep breath, concentrating on the task at hand, gripping the small leather bag in her hand tightly before relaxing her grip again and opening her eyes to the challenge before her with a renewed assuredness from a silent moment with herself, within herself. She slipped into the cocky character most knew her as, the persona she had created for other’s viewings. Yet she could feel her knees jiggling ever so slightly beneath her, she ignored the body’s desperate outcry that she was afraid and walked forward towards the Rian. She slipped her hand over her stomach and dipped her head slightly, words forming unbidden on her tongue, slipping out the corners of her mouth before she gave them what she deemed appropriate consideration

    “Greetings, my name is Kietra, please accept this gift”

    Nervously she held out the leather bag, locking her arm out stretched to the creature much much larger than she. She could picture the two things in the bag perfectly as she had taken about two days to choose what exactly to bring. She kicked herself now for the stupidity of her choices and hoped the Rian wouldn’t kick her for her over sentimental choices. One was logically enough for one who had just given birth, food and water. She had salted and stored the meat earlier and the water was in a skin that was easily enough opened by any creature, and the biggest one she owned. The other item was what seemed stupid to her now, the quartz rock she had discovered while back, smoothed by the thousands of lappings of the water spirits, rounded to perfection. Yet what use did the great beast have for a pretty stone? She chorused the word stupid on an endless ribbon in her mind, though her outer appearance remained as calm as she could keep it, the few winds that wiggled their way into the glade ruffling her bangs.

    While she waited for the approval or the disapproval of the Rian she looked around quickly at the plenty and their interests in the other candidates for their attentions.

    “They’re a beautiful brood, and if that’s not the truth I’m male”

    She whispered a half smile on her face, she supposed she should say something of the like to Coriad but decided to wait ‘til after the contents of her gift were examined. She looked to Jallya, the bonded one, and then to her ‘Mate, nodding with a smile to each in a wordless congratulations. Finally her wandering gaze turned back to the subject at hand, her breath caught in her throat as she stared up into those brilliant, enfolding eyes, only belonging to a Wytti. She felt her chest constrict at the thought of this being her only chance to do something important with her life, to understand the intricate bond between Dwi and Wytti and feel the Wytti’s life clinging to her heart, mind and spirit as her’s was so solely set on it’s. What matter was breathing when she had this myriad of thoughts cascading through the bowels of her being? She waited.

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  • Enters -- Niku, 22:18:49 06/08/02 Sat
    The woman enters the glen looking around with couristy as she notices the others here. She scans noticing also the plenyt that were here. She smiles her violet eyes glittering as she comes out into full sight. She steps confidently with her sholders back and her hair in a loose ponytail. She had a haversack slung over her sholder full of food and some toys if needed. Niku smiles to herself and continues in to get a good view of the plenyt not that she couldnt see them already. It was a little shocking at how big they were even when they were babies. The mother was enormus to Niku also. She aconolages the others prescence making a mental note to try and get to know them later. She stops walking and stands there feeling a little akward but keeping her composure as she stands and waits...

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  • Entry -- Kendra and Rhaki, 20:56:20 06/08/02 Sat
    She walked with an uneasy arrogance - was arrogance allowed here, would it falter beneath the presence of the Wytti? - and even then, her customary swagger was gone. The air was sweet in her lungs, rejuvinating her muscles far more than sleep would have, and she gave herself over to simply enjoying the moment, forcing her mind to stop whirring at an uncontrollable pace. Her hand felt odd without a dagger however, and she clutched it more a moment, staring in bemused idiocy at the empty fingers for a moment before continuing on her way. Well, here she was – this was it, an actual attempt at respect, after all those years of jeers. Cursing her freehearted mother mildly, she paused for a moment outside of the glade, closing her eyes, mentally silencing the taunts.

    Today, it might actually not matter if she HAD been born to a vagabond and not her mother’s husband. Dallying by the birches, she glanced nervously in the direction of where the litter would be, pushing back her shoulders in a motion that said better then any words - here I am, and I know myself. The arms of the cobalt tunic she wore were flared, and fluttered at her wrists, meant to conceal weapons, but today nothing more than mere decoration. So far so good – she patted the pouch slung over her back to make sure it contained the pheasants she had killed and the brightly colored fake blue jay. Thus prepared, she stepped in the actual glade where Cariad and her litter resided, and was immediately humbled.

    Cariad and Llynmynydd were from some dream, or perhaps a nightmare. So startling was the realization that there were, and are, creatures who would always be much more commanding of presence and beauty than her, Kendra dipped her head, ashamed of her childish arrogance. However, her curiosity overcame her and she lifted her head, watching the litter with a delight not usually seen in the young woman’s bright silver eyes. So intrigued was she by the young ones, that she was silent until her brother’s heavy hand came to rest on her shoulder, a comforting weight, and he began to speak.

    “Hail, Cariad and Llynmynydd, Jallya and Terrun. I am Rhaki, and this is my sister, Kendra. We come is congradulations and greetings - your litter is beautiful, and all will, of course, grow to be as wonderful as yourselves.” With a winsome smile he gave his sister’s shoulder a squeeze before dropping it, letting her know that it was her own turn to speak, but never once peeling his dark silver and blue eyes from the scene unfolding before him.

    “I hope it is not out of custom, but I brought you a gift – four pheasants. There was a predator amongst them, which I frightened away when I approached, and these four were injured enough so that I could kill them quickly with my dagger.” Almost shyly placing them on the ground, she then turned her eyes to the litter with an almost wistful expression.

    “May we stay to visit with your children?” Rhaki added, glancing up to the Dwi and Wytti before him. “In all truthfulness, it would please me greatly to stay for a while. I can’t call myself urbane and I suppose I have very little tact, but I’ll do my best not to offend you.”

    Leaning her head against her brother’s shoulder, Kendra curled close to him in the manner of siblings which have been each other’s sole companions for years, a smile of distant joy on her usually harsh and smirking lips. Smiling fondly down at his sister, the young man looked over to the three others who apparently also wished to bond. "Hail.. I can't say that I know any of you, but greetings, and my hope that we grow to know each other!"

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  • ~*~ -- Rhowe'non, 21:07:42 06/05/02 Wed
    Some distance from Birch Glen, Rhowe’non leaned against the smooth trunk of a towering alder tree, trying to take comfort from the familiar feel of the bark. Surely, she was insane; surely, she was not about to do what she thought she was about to do; surely she had not just made up her mind to visit the newborn Plenyts in Birch Glen and try to Bond… There was no way, no way at all, and she would wind up driven from this new refuge as she had been driven in her youth from the troupe, from her mother, from her life… Given, she had not wholly enjoyed that life, but it had been all she had. And now, here she was, finally settled in a new place, with new people whom, if they did not entirely understand, at least respected her odd quirks. And now she was risking it all, or so her mind fancied, for an unattainable dream, the yearning to be bound eternally to another soul, to understand that bond between Dwi and Wytti… She was insane, oh yes, for why else would she be doing such a thing?

    Yet whilst her mind wandered, nervous and afraid, her body moved without her bidding – unbinding her moon ridden hair and tossing the jade hued vine to one side, allowing her waist length tresses to cascade about her shoulders; Brushing the twigs and leaves from her moderately elaborate costume of swirling greens and blues; Stashing her dagger in an alcove for later retrieval (it would not do to bring a potential weapon into the presence of those whom she wished to impress); Slinging the sack containing the freshly killed pair of rabbits over her shoulder. Snapping back into the preparations mentally as well as physically, she quickly checked over her appearance in her head, looking over her new outfit with moderate pride. It had taken her quite a long time to make this one, and although it was not exactly convenient for tree climbing purposes, while on the ground it was perfect. The material was well woven and fine – it had cost her more than she had been quite willing to part with, but there was no choice, for she needed such fabric if she was to avoid being forced to stop every few steps to untangle herself. The dye job was magnificent, and the weaver had been unwilling to part with the closely guarded secret of how it was done, thus leaving Rhowe’non to wonder how it was that she had so flawlessly combined the various shades. It was a bit low cut for her liking, but she had needed to conserve material, and the seamstress whose advice she had gotten on the design had suggested that it would add to the otherwise "bland" design. Not that it was at all bland in her own mind. The sleeves, though long to protect from biting insects and whippy boughs, flared so as to allow air to pass through and cool the arms, and although it was rather dress-like in appearance, it conveniently consisted of layered strips of cloth from mid-thigh downwards so as not to obstruct movement. In any other area, such an outfit might have appeared strange, but in such a region, and in combination with her own, queer hair and eyes, it fit perfectly. With a last, brief prayer to the Goddess, the Dwi stepped back onto the path, walking swiftly but silently towards the Birch Glen. The young mother is Cariad and her bonded is Jallya, the father is Llynmynydd and his bonded is Terrun, she reminded herself. Don’t forget.

    The ribbon-like strips fluttering about her legs like small birds fussing over their young, Rhowe’non finally reached the entrance to the grove. She took a deep breath, then stepped inside. She nearly froze with surprise.

    She had no idea that the Plenyts would be so, so… Cute was not really accurate, for it was more than that. They were adorable as all young creatures were, of course, but even as tumbling, enthusiastic youngsters they showed many signs of growing into magnificent… She ceased to attempt to describe it. And then, as she looked towards the center of the clearing, her breath caught in her throat. Were these the parents, then…?

    A dark, vibrant red pelt, as soothing to the eyes as rich velvet, offset by the deepest platinum eyes she had ever seen in her life. And by her side, a large, magnificent green and gold male, with eyes the color of coruscating copper. Feeling intensely overwhelmed, she bowed, then caught sight of the four Dwi behind them. Jallya and Terrun, and two others… Perhaps they, too, are hoping to bond? Or merely visiting?

    "Greetings, all of you. I’m Rhowe’non." She turned to the two Wytti, smiling, her nervousness evaporating at the sight of the marvelous creatures. "Cariad and Llynmynydd, is it not? Your children are … words cannot describe them. My profound congratulations to both of you." She took off her leather sack, and produced the two rabbits. "I am certain you can hunt quite well on your own, but these two hopped across my path on my way here, and I had my slingshot with me, so…" She shrugged, still smiling. "I figured I would bring them to you, in the off chance that you would want them." Rhowe’non set them down on the sack, leaving them easily accessible to the two Wytti, yet protecting them from the ground and the small insects which dwelled there. "Do you mind if I visit you and your young for a brief time?"

    She then sent a smile in the direction of the four Dwi. "Jallya and Terrun, correct? I am afraid I have not met you in the past, but I hope to perhaps get to know you at least marginally in the future." Turning to Shak and Niira, she added, "I am afraid I do not know your names. My sincere apologies."

    The young woman felt far more comfortable around the members of her own kind when there were few of them, and when they were in the company of Wytti. She sat down, and tucked her knees beneath her chin, merely watching the antics of the young Plenyts. One, a solid silver-gray Fach with startling gold eyes, caught her attention, and Rhowe’non watched in adoring amusement as the rambunctious female antagonized one of her siblings, an almond hued Bach.

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  • Hesitant -- Shak & Niira, 22:26:27 06/04/02 Tue
    A lanky young girl peers into the glade, approaching with confidence and mixed grace born of training and her head held high. She waves and smiles at the 'Mates and young Plenyt present in the clearing, her dark eyes radiant. "Hullo, there everyone! My name is Niira. And this is..." She peers over her shoulder, expecting to see Shak there. When she doesn't see him, she does a double take and blinks. "Shak? Shak, where are you?" A figure in a dark brown cloak seems to glide forward, his shoulder length hair a rather mundane black, seeming to draw attention to his vivid eyes. He smiles and encompasses a wave toward all as well, his greeting soft, but equally confident.

    "My greetings to you all. I am the ward of the former princess Niira. My name is Shak."

    "Your litter is a beautiful one, Lady." Niira speaks to Cariad as though adressing a diplomat guest, bowing prettily and dipping her head. She convieniently ignores the comment about Shak's relation to her, trying not to let it get to her in the least. Shak, if you know what's good for you, you'll stop with this silly ward business. She says inwardly with a strange clench to her tone. "Perhaps I may stay in their company?" Speaking aloud, her voice is genuine and carries none of the irritation that seethes somewhat on the inside.

    "I'd like to stay as well, your children are quite compelling." Shak adds truthfully, his smile a calm and not overdone affair. "I'm afraid I have no gift to give them but hope that you and they will accept me anyway. Being a refugee kind of leaves you that way." He adds wryly with a tint of humor.

    "I am the same, nothing but my company to offer, and my presence." Niira adds, unfurling her hand in her customary gesture of nervousness when under scrutiny.

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  • ... -- Jallya::Cariad, Terrun::Llynmynydd, 17:33:03 06/04/02 Tue
    Knowing what was about to happen, the Rian had sent her Bonded and her 'Mate out of the glade, wanting her children to be born in as close to peace and quiet as one can get in a Glen. As contractions rack her form, she begins the loving, welcoming purr, rather different from the Wytti's usual rasping expression of delight. It increases in volume as the first is born, a delicate almond-toned male, with silver markings and brown tipping. His pewter eyes turn up to her, their expression disgruntled, as she bathes him, and sends him on his way. The Bach seems quite content to explore the glade, looking with interest at the silver birches. His first sibling is the future Rian of this litter. It becomes obvious the moment she enters this world. Her coat is one even toned silver-gray color, challenged only by her brilliant gold eyes. She undergoes her trial-by-tongue with patience, before scampering off to antagonize her older brother. The next is a red and black male, his striking silver eyes only add to his startling appearence. He squirms out of his mother's grasp as soon as he can, scampering after his brother and sister, only to be tackled by his next sibling, a purple and white Fach with copper eyes. The next arrival is also a Fach, and her base coat is white, with gold accents. Her tipping ranges from dark gray to snow color, and she sets off on her own, preffering to explore by herself rather than join in her siblings' play. The next two enter almost simultaneously, and their coloring is unusual, simply because they are parodies of each other. Both are blue a black, but the first has a black base coat, while his brother has a blue base coat, with black markings. They seem strangely pleased about this...The youngest Bach, and the last of the litter, has silver fur, with gold markings. He seemingly chuckles at the behaviour of his litter-mates, and stays by his mother, intending to watch them. You may come in now, Cariad mentally tells her 'Mate and the two Dwi, Jallya is the first to enter, and she hurtles towards her Bonded, flinging her arms around Cariad's neck. "Oh, lovey! I knew it would be spectacular - but I didn't think it would be this spectacular!" She babbles on for some time, her dark eyes delighted. Terrun smoothly steps in during one of her infrequent pauses, smiling a genuine smile, unlike his usual lazy, slightly mocking one. Llynmynydd nuzzles his mate affectionately, taking great care to avoid his youngest child, still siting by his mother. A beautiful litter my dearest, my congratulations. She turns an equally loving glance at him, and replies: It is not all my doing you know. I do believe you had a hand in it too! The equivalent of a chuckle is her response, and their youngest scuries out of the way - the Bach is large, but his father larger by far! Jallya and Terrun take up their own little nook, their pose relaxed, as they watch the play of the newest additions to the Glen.

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