Closed [Tent outskirts] Trying to live a lie and failing (Oryani

[Isedan Autumnrun]

Her heart trembled in her chest at the hands carress. It was nothing like His, but it made her ache nonetheless as she rubbed against it still, the purring now stopping. In a way, Issy was sick. The morning sickness that racked her body from dawn to lunch left her often weak and ailing the rest of the afternoon, though she'd finally begun to willingly eat what was given to her, methodically gaining weight since her capture during the raids, not that Oryani would know this, of course. Then the grass landed on her head and the serval turned to stare flatly at the horse, sure that he had had done that on purpose and given the glob of saliva that ran down one cheek, it must have been. In reprimand of this inconsiderate offer, the serva gave him a pinch with her claws before hopping off, long legs carrying her to the ground easily where she straightened and stared back at the woman for a moment. The hour was getting late, Cotice would surely be wondering where she'd gone off to if he woke and she was not there. It would not bode well. Twitching her ears to the sounds of night, breath casting a light mist from her nose, she chirped to the other, not really expecting any kind of response, before making to leave and return to her hidden clothing. The tenderness this stranger had shown...Oryani might prove a stronger source of comfort as the season progressed, but they would need to meet human to human and not human to cat if a true friendship were to be formed. How many in the tent-city bore eyes of topaz, afterall? Oryani should be easy enough to find again, perhaps even here at the edges of the tents once more...She hoped. To have a friend in this ailing time would have been a godsend, but time would tell. The serval turned to leave, following the contours of ropes and weaving between or under some as she headed off to her garb.

[Oryani]

Oryani smiled as she felt the cat leap from the back of her Strider, but it was more a sad smile. She didn't want the feline to leave, not really. It was quite comforting, to be honest. Maybe she'd meet it again one day, but... she doubted that. If it was indeed wild, which it probably wasn't anyways, it would probably leave the tent city in the morning, and disappear into the Sea of Grass... where it belonged, of course.

She sighed, tempted to follow the cat into the winds of ropes and canvas, but resisted the urge. She knew the creature probably wanted its solitude, like all cats did. They were a finicky folk, from what she knew of those who had one. Instead, she rested her face on Khal's solid neck, loving the feeling of his warm body beneath her. However, when another bout of coughs hit her- this lasted nearly half a chime- she pushed herself up with a groan, hating the painful feeling in her chest and throat. She gathered up her bow and arrows, and resigned herself to another night of coughing herself to sleep. She hoped she'd get better soon...

OOCWell, this ended fast. I was going to have Oryani follow Issy, but I think the Kelvic secret could wait for another time, another thread... I'll be PMing you with thoughts

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[Taylani]

Isedan Autumnrun

Skills :

+3 Observation
+2 Socialization

Lores :

Kelvic: Need For Affection
Desire For Release
Oryani: Ill from Coughing.
Friendship of a Horse Named Khal
Kelvic: Comfort of Fur

Oryani Darkeye

Skills :

+1 Weapon : Short Bow
+4 Observation
+2 socialization

Lores :

Serval Isedan: Thinner Body Then Lion
Serval Isedan: Graceful
Coughs Hurt The Chest and Throat
Khal: Brave as Any Diamond Clan Drykas
Serval Isedan: Possibly Sick

Notes :

Not extremely skill intensive but it gives a very good groundwork for future threads and allowed Oryani and Isedan to get to know each other…kind of lol.