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Skylar
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A .[d.]r.[o.]p. of [/s.o.y\] [[Wolf Tears]] Jun 3, 2010 15:50:42 GMT -5

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Post by Skylar on Jun 3, 2010 15:50:42 GMT -5

My Name is Soyala Delaire

^{And The Sky Is My Mother}

Climbing trees for the 12 year old girl named Soyala was something that came naturally to her. It either came naturally, or she had done this enduring, yet satisfying task so many times prior to what was happening now that she had memorized what must be done in order to scale the mass of bark. Which was to find a wedge, as they made for good foot slots that let your feet bond with the tree, and then to seek the best route up it, as the the easier and safer the route, the more secure she was with climbing it. Even though her mother (the sky), told her that safety was not a factor while climbing up the trees, and that she would be able to make it up them anyway because she would be helping her the whole time, the young girl couldn't do anything but accept the fact that if she were to plummet to the sodden, dew-covered grass-encased ground below her, she would be suffering for weeks to come because of it.

She wasn't a stranger to pain, though, because many times before had she fell, and just as many times before had she been hurt. All of these things make out for an interesting time in her life, where she would live as she usually would, but each step, each movement, would ache, would send a shot of pain through her. All of this on top of being homeless and living with nothing but a bag filled with a blue dress and tennis shoes, which at times, were on her feet, but now that they had become worn and were beginning to slowly deteriorate, she had been careful to not wear them as often. Besides, her feet needed to become a little tougher anyway.

The point is, she was in the Forest, and she couldn't find a way up this tree. She wanted to get closer to her mother, the sky, but the mass of wood she stood on wasn't, wouldn't, let her move.

"Oh, mother, the tree isn't letting me up! Make it move, please!"

The poor girl had already got herself into a position that was nearly impossible to get out of unless she went up. And that was just what she couldn't do, go up.

"Oh, Soyala, please don't be such a pessimist. You know I'm here to help you, I won't let you fall."

"But Mother, what if you were to not be able to catch me? What if you accidentally dropped me? What if I were to slip and I fell too fast for you to catch me? Wh-what if-"

Her mother cut her off to fast. She was getting angry.

"Soyala Delaire, do you want to get closer to me? Or do you want to sit there and be a baby? Your choice."

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Soyala Delaire then let out a small squeal, it was something that she didn't do often, but when she did, it meant she was mad. And being mad for Soyala Delaire was very, very bad, as her biological parent's death were things that came from anger.

Anger led her to motivational things too, and with that, she desperately grabbed at a branch above her, eager to pull herself up.

But then it snapped.

She fell.

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Last Edit: Jun 18, 2010 7:22:05 GMT -5 by Skylar

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A .[d.]r.[o.]p. of [/s.o.y\] [[Wolf Tears]] Jun 5, 2010 23:50:45 GMT -5

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Post by WT on Jun 5, 2010 23:50:45 GMT -5

((OOC- Uh. I'm not sure. She just wouldn't shut up. DX))

Really, Akshara Ignam supposed, she ought to avoid daydreaming while walking in unfamiliar parts of the forest. That was what had gotten her into this mess to begin with, after all. Normally she would tell you that there was no bad time to think about Kyrin, of course, because she still missed him and she didn’t want to let herself forget about him, but apparently there was such a thing, because she had found it.

Not that being lost in the forest was in and of itself a bad thing. Sure, her clothes were starting to look pretty ripped up and dirty, and her hair was filthy. And perhaps she was getting a little hungry, and there was a rather large issue in that she had no idea where she was, and therefore had no clue how to get home. This was nothing, though, compared with her years living in the forest from before, and she still remembered enough of those years to slip back into her old routine. She had found enough food and safe places to sleep that she wasn’t dead yet, and she would figure out how to navigate eventually.

No, the biggest problem with being lost wasn’t the beating-up of her clothes or the fact that she didn’t know where she was. It was the fact that she had no idea how much time had passed. Some days, she woke up right where she remembered going to sleep, but others, she woke in a place she didn’t recognize. She thought a few weeks had gone by, but she couldn’t be sure. It could be a month; it could even be two. That scared her.

At least she still had her chalk and board. That was good. Not that there were many people out here, but still. It was nice to know, on days like today when she was trying to navigate and didn’t know where she was going, that she had at least one possession that was both familiar and useful.

The first few days, Akshara had jumped at every loud noise. She had been tormented by nightmares of Kyrin and her early days on the run. Even vague memories of her early years had filtered into her dream world. She had calmed considerably since then, though, so the sound of a branch cracking and then several more being hit didn’t bother her.

At least, it didn’t bother her until she realized it was close and looked up. A wordless cry flitted from her mouth as she caught sight of a small but definitely human shape plummeting through the branches of a relatively tall tree. Before she had time to register what she was doing, her feet had picked up and she was running, arms outstretched in a vain attempt to catch the silhouette.

She missed, unfortunately. The person-shape (which was much easier to discern as a young female once out of the branches) fell to the ground with a relatively loud bang. Shar winced and skidded to a stop next to the younger girl. That had both looked and sounded painful.

Even as she knelt to check the girl for obvious injuries, the board came out and her fingers started writing. (The usual “Sorry, can’t speak” was still there, but smeared so that it was a little hard to read. She didn’t bother with fixing it, though.) She held the board up so the girl would be able to read the “Are you okay?” message written on it. In the meantime, she began looking over the stranger. It wasn’t often that she came across anyone in this place, particularly someone who fell down out of the sky in front of her, and this girl didn’t fit the profile she expected at all. Shar couldn’t tell the girl’s age, because she had never good at that, but she had to be young, and children weren’t usually found in the forests.

Then again, one never knew. Shar had been just sixteen (fifteen?) when she ran away with Kyrin, and even now she was barely more than a child anyway. Anyway, looks could be deceiving; she had worked with tributes for years, and had learned that few showed the same face to the world as they ought to based on what she saw of them.

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A .[d.]r.[o.]p. of [/s.o.y\] [[Wolf Tears]] Jun 9, 2010 5:26:27 GMT -5

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Post by Skylar on Jun 9, 2010 5:26:27 GMT -5

Falling through the branches and being slapped in the face by them was the one thing that didn't phase her. It was the fact that her mother had lied to her, because she knew that she easily could've caught her. It infuriated her, and despite that scratches that were forming on her petite and dainty body, she couldn't help but let out a scream. Sure, maybe the scream was out of pain, but the majority was on her frustration at Sky. Her eyes watered, her body stung, and now, as she landed on the ground, her mouth was letting out a small wheeze as she landed with a thud and arose into the air another couple inches before falling down again. She noticed the hands that was outstretched to catch her as she fell, but she knew that what awaited afterwards would be no better.

[[ooc: and then my muse died... I will finish this up later.