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After laying out the quick summary of who would all be doing what Rick made his way to the edge of the Hollow. Once there he simply waited to see who was interested in learning from him. Once they'd all had a chance to gather, then it would be time to venture out into the Hedge once more.
I'll give people 48 hours, maybe a little more if I'm busy, to join the thread if they're interested in learning about Hedge Dueling and Hedgeshaping. After that, we venture forth!
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Marcus grabs a juicy goblin fruit from the table on his way over to join Rick. Leaning against the ivy-covered brick wall of the hollow, the metalflesh takes a bite after giving his fellow elemental a smile in addition to the usual nod.
"Alright? This should be fun."
The Dancer had quickly moved over to where the man who made the announcement stood. Two Elementals stood near the where the journey would begin, whatever that would be. One metal skinned man and the other's skin seemed like you could touch the sky. Like sentinels ready to guide, she hoped.
Her own Mantle surrounded her, the slight chill and glow like snow. The Fairest ducked her head a little as she spoke. "Hello, I'm L'aire." Still not entirely sure if they remembered her, or if she even remembered them. "I've not um... done this before."
There wasn't a need to be arrogant, nor stupid. Admitting where her skill set lay could be beneficial and not get anyone hurt or something else.
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Rick's face breaks into a smile as he notes Marcus's approach, and he claps his old friend across the back as he arrives. "There you are, had me starting to wonder if you were planning to come by today."
And then there was L'aire. Someone he recognized, from his previous stay in the Freehold even, but had never really gotten to know. She seemed to get along pretty well with Terri, though, even by the Truefriend's standards. "No worries, that's what this is all for, after all. No point in teaching something that everyone already knows. And with Marcus and I you'll be about as safe as you can ever hope to be out in the Hedge."
Speaking of the Hedge, he was getting that itch to go traipsing through it again. And by this point there'd been a fair bit of time for interested Changelings to approach. If there were any stragglers, well, it shouldn't be too hard to follow them given the way the Hedge reacted to Changelings passing through it. Especially with his and Marcus's strength in the Wyrd.
"Right, let's get going then." And with that, he steps forth from the Hollow onto the path that wove through the thorns. Those winding trails held an instinctive fear for many Changelings; a deep-seated reminder of what it had been like to be dragged to Arcadia, or their frantic escape from the place. But it quickly becomes apparent to L'aire that Rick is not one of those Changelings. He seems perfectly at ease amongst the twisting paths. He paid close attention to his surroundings of course, but in the same manner a driver would pay attention to other cars on the road during heavy traffic. Not particularly worried that something unfortunate was going to happen, but making sure he wouldn't be caught by surprised if he did.
"So L'aire," his staff moved as he spoke; pointing out a cluster of steely thorns in their peripheral vision, the way the clouds seem a bit darker and lower above them when seen at a glance, how a few vines seem to twist and twirl around each other almost as if dancing in place, "what can you tell me about all that?"
Marcus he knew was already well-versed in the reactive nature of the Hedge, but he wasn't really sure how much the Dancer knew about it.
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Presence
DexterityThough she was not a pitiful rabbit, but rather the swiftest of Wasps, Cosima Tascioni was terribly late. She went dashing into the hedge after the Dueling troupe, hoping dearly that she was not too late to catch up with them. After her latest encounter with her most detested acquaintance the possibility of duel was looming nigh and thus she could not afford to miss this lesson. If she did, well, her future would look quite a bit dimmer, especially due to the fact that she would have no one but herself to blame. Not that she wouldn't blame others, but she knew herself to be at fault beneath the veneer of bravado.
Yet, perhaps her deftness would save her from being at fault, after all. Only time would tell, and so Coco ran on, hoping to catch Rick and his party soon.
If it is too late, my apologies, but you could use one more, yes?
L’aire had a feeling that she may have went to the wrong group, but she’d stay anyway. It may be useful at some point in time. She followed Rick and Marcus staying on the path with delicate steps. It had been a long time since she’d actually done so. She noticed that the Autumn Elemental was confident in his steps.
The Dancer watched as vines moved and swirled around each other. Since Rick had suddenly called her out, she wasn’t sure what to say. “Um, well… I’ve not seen it before.” The uncertainty of the Hedge was one of the reasons she stayed away. Maybe learning whatever they were about to teach would actually be beneficial.
Suddenly the Spring Fairest was behind them. L’aire recalled Terri pointing her out when she first arrived. Smiling, she spoke quickly. “Hello.” The Onyx’s attention turned back to their guide.
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Marcus nods to the winter courtier when Rick introduces him. He vaguely remembers L'aire from before(I mean, who wouldn't), but he had never actually gotten to know her very well. Gesturing for her to follow Rick, the metalflesh starts to bring up the rear when the tardy emerald courtier arrives. Nodding to her in turn, the metalflesh gestures for her to join her fellow dancer.
"Alright?"
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I hope it isn't too late for one more!
Degnar moved silently towards the group, slightly surprised to find L'aire amongst them. He tilted his head slightly to one side as he exchanged a look with his fellow Winter Courtier, and then just offered a simple shrug before turning his attention to the others. "I'm Degnar," he said for the benefit of the one Lost he had never seen or met before. While didn't really know Rick or Marcus well, he had at least seen them around before, or exchanged a few brief words with the two of them.
He kept quiet, listening to Rick and following the group along. As usual, his black beady eyes surveyed the area around them, remaining alert for the possibility of danger. They were in the Hedge after all; danger was as common in there as popcorn in movie theaters!
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Presence
Dexterity"H-hello," Coco panted in response to the glowing testament to ethereal beauty. "And yes, I am quite excellent," she added in reply to Aaren's Beau when he addressed her.
And, then, to her delight, another straggler fell into line! Ah ha! She was not the most belated to arrive!
"Hello, Degnar. Cosima Tascioni, oft known as Coco, at you service," the Claviger said, nodding to the man, in lieu of a bow. It was awfully hard to bow when walking.
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