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Now that Serrif has taken to riding a little more he would like to see about mixing archery in with it. Gods only know how this will turn out.

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Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on October 31st, 2012, 1:49 pm

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The sun had come up some now, warming the sands a little but the air was still cold as ever. Hasmere was stirring again, knowing that Serrif was coming. He knew that Gianne would likely be joining him here sometime soon. After the ride yesterday morning he had invited her to maybe try doing some horseback archery. Even if he knew he would be making a fool of himself. Yes his archery was good but is riding was far from it. Perhaps Gianne could instruct him more and between the two of them they could get something worthwhile done today.

Since their day on the town together Serrif found himself nearly constantly impressed with her. She was easy on the eyes; and even easier to love. The entire staff seemed to be behind them rooting them on at times; as comical as it was sometimes it was indeed annoying. It seemed like there were always little eyes watching them from every corner. Rhy was the biggest offender in this instance, but Gianne was her bondmate so he understood. He was actually quite fond of Rhy as well. That woman always spoke her mind; it was refreshing in many aspects.

He had to believe that Rhy was constantly watching him one way or another. Seemed her attention at times was divided between entertaining Gianne and watching him one way or another. Rhy made him slightly nervous, mostly because her senses were very acute. Her sense of smell, and sense of hearing were sharpened way above what his were. Which gave her a leg up on certain things; this coupled with her lack of inhibition meant she said things that were sometimes awkward…but true. It was irritating at times that she would say what everyone already knew; but good because it helped clear the air. He respected Rhy; but he didn’t need her interfering with his dealings with Gianne.

Rhy was protective, this he understood. He could imagine part of her was fearful that Serrif would cut her out of the picture. But how could he replace something so special and unique? But it was possible that Rhy felt the same way. He would have to talk to Rhy sometime and see how she felt about all of this. Because it was important for him to be in line with Rhy, because a kelvic bond was something special indeed; and he didn’t want to cause trouble between them. Or worse have Rhy be jealous and keep the feelings to herself; creating a divide between them. That was not what he wanted.

However right now he brushed those thoughts aside so he could focus on what he was going to do. His climbers quiver as usual was strapped to his right thigh with plenty of arrows in it for today's practice. Although part of him believed he may be spending a good amount of time looking up at the sky laid out on the beach than firing arrows from Hasmere. But one could only try right? Practice makes perfect…or in the very least means he could use the skill if he needed to.

Hasmere was a little stir crazy as usual; it had to be the cold weather. The white horse was released from his area and Serrif fit his saddle atop him snugly as he usually did before a ride. Then with a kick over Hasmere so he could fit his feet in the stirrups they were ready to have a hand at this rather new art. He had never fired arrows from horseback before, so he had no idea what would happen.

He settled his weight evenly in the stirrups and gathered himself in the saddle some before letting Hasmere take off at a slow walk. It was more to let Serrif get used to how Hasmere was riding that morning than anything else; as well as warming Hasmere up some for the morning activities. He didn’t go far, no only up the beach some and back looping back toward the seacave entrance. This was so that if Gianne actually decided to join him he wouldn’t have to worry about her trying to catch up with him down the beach somewhere.

There were still several things he was unsure about. Like how he would keep Hasmere straight and level while he shot; and what would happen when he let go of the leather reins to knock an arrow. He assumed both he and Hasmere would have to get used to this, and maybe learn a few new tricks as well to facilitate this. Which only made the prospect of this more daunting for him. He was sure Gianne would pick this up faster than he would. She and Gill seemed to have a more healthy relationship than Hasmere and him did. But…such things came with time…and riding…lots of riding. He would likely start switching some of his morning runs for morning rides. So he and Hasmere could get to know each other a little better during the cold mornings to come.

The temperature was a little better; Serrif was warm natured so he didn’t need his heavy winter cloak this morning, he instead wore a long sleeve black baggy shirt and matching pants. That was enough for him right now. And once he started moving around he was sure his body would warm some more and he would start to feel that he may not need the shirt either. However the slight winter breeze coming off the ocean humbled him some. It was a cool morning, but the sun was up. Sometimes that was all one could ask for. An easy nice start to a morning.


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Postby Gianne Basete on November 5th, 2012, 2:17 pm

She was to meet Serrif on the beach for another day of riding. Even better though was that now their bows would add an exciting twist. Gianne had always wanted to start on mounted archery, but had never gotten around to it. Today she saddled Anasha instead of Lyva. Riding the spirited mare yesterday had been excited but her speed was still a little too much for her to handle, let alone try and ride and shoot sharp projectiles from her back. Anasha was calmer and an altogether more well rounded mare. Small and more compact, with ferocious stallion tendencies.

She'd witnessed on several occassions when the mare had exploded in a violent fit whenever another horse had stepped out of line out in the paddocks. She'd chased it until it was a sweaty, heaving mess then given it a good bite on the flanks to put it in its place. That alone could put a Tiaden Warhorse to shame. Gianne smiled and fondled Anasha's nose affectionately, to which the mare sighed and wiggled her lips against the scratching fingers. They were tacked up and ready to go, though the mare seemed a little uncomfortable wearing the gear. As Gianne led her through the cave shelters she would chew the bit loudly, getting a stern scolding from her rider. "Relax, you silly thing. You know what a bit is." Anasha would stop for a few ticks and then chew again.

Once they were on the beach Gianne gave up with an eye roll toward the skies. Serrif was approaching from down the beach, seeming to have looped around in a short jaunt. She smiled and raised her hand in greeting, calling out with obvious happiness, "Good morning! I won't be galloping up on you this morning. I feel like staying in this saddle this time around." She flashed a sly, crooked smile at the memory of them rolling and laughing in the sand, both unseated by Gianne's poor choice of approach the morning before. Her bow and quiver were slung over her shoulder and she had also dressed warmer than yesterday.

Her cotton cloak was tied comfortably around her shoulders, and if needed she would pull the deep hood up over her head to repel the cool wind blowing off the Suvan. She slipped her right foot into the stirrup and hoisted herself up into the saddle with a grunt. Normally people mounted on the left but she liked to get a horse used to being mounted on both sides. If you were being attacked the last thing on your mind would be to deliberately mount on the left. You couldn't call a timeout. Wait! Stop! I'm on the right side of my horse. Let me run around and get up on the other side, okay? Thanks, you're a doll. Gianne tried to smother the toothy smile that split her lips as the thought cropped up in her head.

Getting her features under control, she turned to Serrif, a different smile on her face. It was half challenge and half flirtation. "So, do you think Hasmere will like all these arrows flying over his head?" Anasha was standing placidly now, but still moving the bit around with her tongue. Lyva would have had her head up ready to move, but this mare was waiting for the command. Already Gianne was thinking she liked this one better under saddle. First she'd been nearly obsessed with Lyva; she was tall, lean, gorgeous and fast. But Anasha was also beautiful, and altogether a better horse for her to ride. Gianne was more of a trotting sort of gal. Lesson learned. Don't judge a horse just on looks.

She slipped her shortbow up and over her shoulder and laid it across her knees. Anasha flicked an ear back in acknowledge then went back to messing with the bar across her tongue. Wonder what's up with her and that bit? She frowned, watching the mare go to work.
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Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 9th, 2012, 2:32 pm

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He was glad to see that Gianne was going to meet him this morning. He had hear her talk about how she wanted to take up an interest in horseback archery. And he believed that everyone here in the Sanctuary should take up a horseback fighting style of some kind. Maybe he should bring that up with Kavala’s brother later. Most of the fighting outside the Sanctuary would likely occur on horseback out in the grasslands. And well it paid to be prepared for such a circumstance. Who knew when they would need to fight on horseback? And with Kavala breeding a special horse it would help to give the horses as m much time as possible experiencing some kind of battle scenario.

However his horse was much different than these specially bred horses Kavala was conjuring up from out of seemingly nowhere. She was really investing everything she had in this adventure and he admired her for it. However Hasmere was not one of these horses, and he would have to get him used to the idea little by little before he rode him out into some wild grassland adventure. He didn’t plan to do any of those anytime soon. Not without some proper training anyway.

Hasmere was taking a liking to morning rides, and so was he. The growing comfort between horse and rider was beginning o make him feel much better and not see Hasmere as much as a danger. He saw why Gianne and Kavala liked riding so much. It was soothing in a way. He was glad to see Gianne had dressed warmer than she had in the past few meetings. He didn’t mind giving her his cloak though, the cold soothed him. He greeted her with a knowing nod and a smile at her approach.

She was indeed so easy to love, she had such an appreciation for life and most of all she didn’t seem jaded. She appreciated the little things and he could almost always count on seeing her with a smile. Which lightened his day and lifted his heart. This…this was love he was sure of it. But as far as how to express it to her; he didn’t know. He only knew that he wanted to show her how much he appreciated her, how much he was willing to give up to her. That like Rhy he would fight the Gods themselves to keep her by his side. And only death would separate the two of them.

He enjoyed letting her be who she was, letting her smile shine and her facial expressions tell her story when she couldn’t. he had taken Kavala’s advice and didn’t try to influence her at all. She was who she was and he wouldn’t change that for anything…ever. “You know I’m not sure how Hasmere will react. Which is half the reason I am doing this; it will be a valuable skillset if we take up hunting or anything else.”

The morning was already going well enough for the two of them, neither of them was sprawled out on the sand just yet. Unlike last time. “So do you have any idea how to proceed with this? Because I sure don’t.” He wasn’t going to lie to her about this, he was a littke skeptical about how much they would get done today. It was possible they could spend the rest of the morning searching for Hasmere after he fired an arrow over his head.

He could see it now, a low pull arrow and Hasmere would freak out and dump him on the ground then take off running in a random direction. They would likely have to find Rhy and get her to track the horse down…And the last thing he wanted was to look incompetent in front of a potential lover. “Let’s just see how the day goes.”

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Postby Gianne Basete on November 17th, 2012, 6:17 pm

Serrif had an odd look in his eyes, and she couldn't quite place what it was. It made her heart beat a little faster and she felt some heat rising in her face. Why is he looking at me like that? Gianne lowered her eyes and tipped her head away so that her hair fell over her features like a curtain. It worked to hide the shy smile turning up her lips. If she knew it was love, she'd probably melt right out of the saddle. She had never been in love before, or really ever been in a relationship before Serrif. She didn't know if she should call it love or not; out of fear mostly. But anyone else probably would say it. If she could read his mind right now she'd be just off Anasha and dance.

If she would have had the courage to admit it, she would have told him that she did love him. Everything about him fit her so well. He was easy to be with; always willing to listen then fill a silence she couldn't. And they didn't even need to talk if nothing needed said. They could work quietly side by side, offering an effortless, silent companionship. She was lively and could be a little wild, while he was steady and calm most of the time. It offered a nice balance. She was lucky to have found him.

She gave him her obvious attention again once he spoke up. "Hasmere will accept it, either sooner or later. He's a little bit of a skittish horse, but you work with him despite that which will only make him better and better." She smiled fondly at the animal, learning down and stretching out her fingers for him. All of the animals at the Sanctuary trusted her, and her gnosis helped of course. He touched his nose to her fingertips and blew a loud gust of warm air across her skin. "You're not going to just pull out your bow and start shooting arrows. Everything starts with ground work. We'll both get off and I hold the horses. You get him used to sight of you working your longbow; pulling the string back, messing with arrows, and finally firing your bow."

Gianne slid down from the saddle and motioned for him to do the same. "I'll see if I can just communicate to him what we'll be doing. It might speed things along. Kind of a shortcut, but it could help a lot." Already she was stroking Hasmere's nose with a soothing hand, crooning soft nonsense to him. Anasha tried to push her head in the way, how horses sometimes do when competing for affection. Gianne threw the reigns over the mare's neck so she didn't have to hold them and used her now other free hand to fondle the sungold's lips. She smiled toothily at Serrif. "What a pair of babies."
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Postby Iris Timandre on November 20th, 2012, 9:25 pm

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The beach was a nice place to take time off and relax, right? There was absolutely zero chance Iris knew that any Sanctuary people would be there. Walking through the beach she just looked down at her feet. Iris was fully dressed in her white leather pants and matching white shirt.

While taking her stroll down the beach Iris would spot both Gianne and Serrif. Serrif could be called Iris' closest friend in the Sanctuary for personal reasons. But Gianne was just another Sanctuary co-worker. Iris didn't know her well. Once the Konti saw the two she walked a bit faster until she was in the ten feet range.

"Look at this. It seems like I'm skilled in finding you, Serrif." Iris would say looking into Serrif's eyes. Completely ignoring Gianne. Anyone who thought Konti couldn't get jealous were dead wrong. Iris was fairly decent at hiding her real feelings. And she did like Serrif. A lot. Seeing Gianne with Serrif pushed Iris over the edge quite a bit.

Iris shifted her gaze over to Gianne finally willing to say something to her. "Greetings." That's all, the tone in Iris' voice was odd. She definitely wasn't excited to see Gianne. "I hope you two don't mind if I just stick around and ask what you two are doing." The Konti added with a forced smile on her pale face.

The Timandre folded her arms and awaited a response from either person while looking at the animals that were in the area. First one that caught a glance was the white horse, Hasmere. It was indeed a beautiful horse.


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Postby Serrif Von Chatlyn on November 28th, 2012, 9:40 pm

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Was his attraction to her that evident? It seemed that Gianne was always blushing around him. Every time he looked her way she seemed to blush for one reason or another, the heat would give her away as her cheeks got red. Next she would try and distance herself from him; good thing Rhy was absent because that girl would say something again that was…well right on the money as usual. She seemed to be a steady woman, wild at times but lively. That balanced out how he was sometimes just inward reflecting thinking things out…but then again sometimes he just did what came natural to him. At times he could be a living contradiction. Or he felt that way.

“Getting Hasmere to accept it will be the challenge, I can hardly ride him let alone get him to accept anything but a bit and saddle.” Serrif said laughing his inability to deal with horses off some. It was laughable really how he was in a place that prided itself in its horses and yet here he was nearly unable to work with them at all. Comical yes…and somewhat pathetic.

Her next statement was very true, he wasn’t just going to start shooting off arrows and see how the day went from there. He had no idea how to train horses at all…he felt very unprepared for this adventure. Where was Kavala when you needed her? He was sure Kavala would have a good understanding of how to train horses for this kind of thing…Although Gianne did surprise him when she said she would communicate with Hasmere.

Communicate? How was she going to do that. Serrif dismounted and stood there looking at Gianne with a little disbelief. “Communicate?” He didn’t think it was possible…not in any way that he knew of. Was she about to start spurting out horse sounds to try and communicate with Hasmere? That would be interesting…how was she going to communicate? Was she really going to do this or was she going mad…he didn’t think she was going insane…no she seemed perfectly well to him.

“Does that have something to do with your gnosis mark?”
He queried as Iris showed up. It was good to see her she had seemed to be a little reclusive as of lately.

His train of thought was interrupted slightly as Iris entered and greeted him exclusively. That wasn’t too odd being that it seemed he was her lifeline into this place. He had brought her back from what could have been peril. Carried her into the inn and gotten her back on her feet. She called him ‘angel’ something that in Kontinese sounded absolutely beautiful; and in common it sounded just as good. Seeing her brought a smile to his face. It was good to see her out and about.

“Nice to see you Iris. I am going to try and make myself a little more useful on horseback. Maybe get Hasmere used to archery so I can fire from the saddle. This is new to me so you may want to keep your senses about you. Gods only know what will happen for sure here. Well…the gods and V’nessi” He spoke the name of the current champion of Avalis and Matron of Mura. This might bring a smile to Iris’s face; because truly V’nessi would know the outcome event.

He laughed a little at his own joke and shook his head, it was good to have something in common with another here. He knew they both knew Mura pretty well, although she knew it better than he ever could; especially since she was a Timandre girl. Those girls…he remembered them well. Exceptionally beautiful and lively; and magically gifted as well…every last one of them took after their matron.

Although her interaction with Gianne was interesting. She didn’t seem to be too pleased to see her. Odd…but she was an outsider to Iris; so naturally she would be a little skittish around her. Although for a moment things seemed a little tense between them all…was he the reason for this? Oh gods what if he was? This could get awkward quickly…and he really didn’t want that at all.

“I don’t mind if you stick around, just keep your mind about you. I have no idea how this is going to end up even with Gianne’s steady hand here.” He only hoped that her ability with horses made up for his inability with them. Coupled with her gnosis mark she should be able to keep the horses relatively calm and collected. Although one never knew.



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Postby Gianne Basete on December 17th, 2012, 11:20 pm

She smiled brightly at him, proud of the fact that she could speak, in a way, to wildlife. "Yes, it's from my gnosis. I wish they would all talk to me, though. I guess some plants and animals can ignore me if they choose. The animals in the Sanctuary don't at least. They trust me, which is good. Hasmere here should listen." It might be a lot of information dumped all at once, the fact that she could communicate to plants and animals. And he didn't know she could do the same with insects. Gianne had only recently started exploring that facet of Nura. It felt right to keep this information from some people. They might not understand. But of course Serrif was different. She loved, though secretly, and trusted him wholeheartedly.

But they had an unexpected visitor. Looked like this wouldn't be a romantic solo occasion. It was no big deal though, there was plenty of time for bonding. A smile of greeting spread across her face as the beautiful Konti approached. Apparently, she and Serrif knew each other. That might have made her smile falter just a tiny bit. It was a damper on her mood, seeing how happy the woman, Iris was apparently her name, seemed to be about seeing him. After all, Konti were all gorgeous, and Gianne was just plain old Gianne. If her mood were a cloud it would be overcast, hanging above her head like a dark blob. And there seemed to be no greeting for herself. In fact, Iris seemed to halfway ignore her completely, until finally she was forced to say something.

Gianne's brows drew together at the tone of the Konti's voice and the fake smile plastered on her face. Any woman could see through that sort of facade. Obviously, Iris was no actor. Neither was Gianne, and she didn't plan to pretend to be. "Hello," she offered, a neutral tone to her voice, laced with a warning. It spoke subtly. 'Watch yourself'. Suddenly, she realized she knew this Konti. She worked here at the Sanctuary, and she'd seen her around on occasion. The reason she'd forgotten was because the woman seemed shy and reclusive beyond belief. Not a very memorable person, if you look past the face.

"Try not to get yourself shot," she stated crisply then looked back to Serrif. "You should go through the motions as if you're going to fire an arrow, but don't actually fire. Just get Hasmere used to seeing the string being pulled back and then lower into place again. Just don't dry fire. Anyway, it's so if he sees you pulling the string back from atop his back he won't balk and take off, thinking something is going to eat him." Gianne couldn't help but smile, knowing that's probably exactly what would happen. It seemed that every new little thing set their fight or flight instincts into motion, and usually flight won out. Tenderly, she stroked the stallion's large white cheek, peering into one of his eyes. The unique pupil and iris stared back. Hasmere was still tense deep down; it was like a pebble weighing on his fragile equine nerves.

Her hope was to strengthen those nerves and banish any fears he may have. She crooned a few sweet words of nonsense to him, a habit from childhood. The wave of emotions she sent to him were like cool water on a parched throat, loving and encouraging. She showed him images of arrows being released from bows, to which he was initially startled and tried to pull away with a grunt, but she persisted. Eventually, he settled and listened. Gianne showed him as many images as she could imagine. It was a challenge getting everything right, for her mind's eye had never been extremely sharp. Instead, everything she showed the stallion was simple. And above all, everything was wrapped in a soothing package of calming emotions.

She wasn't sure if she was overdoing it, still being fairly new to her gnosis and Nura, but she wanted to be sure this went well. Hasmere seemed to accept everything she tried to convey through their physical touch and eye contact, and so she released the connection, looking back at Serrif with a smile. "I think he should be alright. At least better than he would be if you started shooting arrows out of the blue. He's warned and semi-prepared." A glance at Iris let her know that the Konti hadn't disappeared into the wind. Gianne tended to go into a trance, blocking out everything other than what she was communing with in Nura when using the gnosis given language.

She wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that she had hoped Iris had left during that time. The Konti rubbed her the wrong way, like petting a cat against the grain of its fur.
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Postby Limey on March 6th, 2013, 4:57 am

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