Stormlights
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
She’d headed out on patrol before night’s fall, and now a soaking wet autumn night downpour joined her for her shift. She paid it no mind—she was reasonably well-covered by her armor and cloak beneath it, though it required more careful scanning to see around the stiffened edge of her hood, which the wind was pretty determined to yank off her head back to her shoulders.
Soaking tendrils of hair buffeted in limp strings from her tail, but she was unphased. She liked storms. Blizzards better, but thunderstorms and whipping rain and wind were just as pleasant. The west could use the rain to give the grasses and other plant life a boost before winter settled in.
She paused and squinted through the rain at a moment of movement. She had a solo shift, though Loshir stalked through the drencher on the ground on the inside edge of the wall, not visible to any outsider that happened to look in from outside the wall on the ground.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Trekking through the downpour made it had to focus on her thoughts for long though, which was probably a good thing. The moor was soaking wet and at this point she Caelia felt like her paws were practically swimming in the grass beneath her. The loud drumming made it hard to focus on much, and the moisture in the air made picking out any scents damn near impossible. At least Aurielle was easily spotted against the rain that streaked her vision, and she shook some of the water out of her eyes as she picked up her pace and made to catch up to her. Maybe some company would be nice, if nothing else.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
A familiar tread of paws swiveled Aurielle’s ears within her hood, and she smiled to herself, twisting briefly once her scan revealed that the form she’d spotted out there was just a runty yearling deer and calling to Caelia in greeting as she remained still, waiting on the wall for the younger woman..
“Good evening, Caelia. Lovely weather, eh? How goes it?” There was a tinge of humor in her remark on the weather as her tail flicked in invitation to the younger wolf.
Caelia was one who had always been reserved in nature, taking time to relax into smiles or laughter, usually through spars or intensive mental work like writing. Aurielle hadn’t missed that Caelia hadn’t been making a great effort to achieve what she’d spoken of desiring for herself when she was younger. The Spirit didn't push her... perhaps that was part of the issue. Perhaps Caelia needed a challenge. She pondered at the thought, then smiled faintly. It was high time for the mentee to become a mentor.
Gwen had been correct, long ago, when she'd said that Aurielle's idea and hope for how mentors and apprentices would work in Valhalla would likely fail if the wolves were left to their own devices on whether they chose their apprentice or mentor. Something to speak to the pack about at the next meeting. Perhaps it was time that she gave a nudge to one wolf she felt had learned enough to begin teaching others.
"Who would you feel most comfortable working with as a mentor and apprentice, if you don't mind my asking?" It wasn't just a leading question; she was genuinely curious to see if there was anyone, young or new to the pack that Caelia might have noted and considered.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
The question Aurielle asked suddenly didn't surprise her, but she wasn't sure she could answer it easily. She hummed thoughtfully as she considered for a long moment. The drumming of the rain against the ground made it hard to focus on her thoughts. Who would she want to mentor, if given the chance? It wasn't a question she could answer easily. "Perhaps Fidelias," she suggested carefully. Caelia didn't know Justice's children well but Fidelias resonated most closely with how she'd been as a child. He showed potential that she could recognize, and she thought training someone as reserved as him might come more easily to her thanks to their similarities. "But I'm willing to work with anyone who needs training." And I know I haven't been doing my part, she thought bitterly to herself, hoping the silence that followed said enough.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
Aurielle smirked faintly at the woman’s response, but as Caelia considered the options, the Spirit waited patiently, ears perking in a faint nod as Caelia voiced a choice. Fidelias was, if anything, more reserved than Caelia, so it might prove an interesting challenge for the younger woman to have to work someone out of his shell instead of being worked out of her own reservations.
Her head cocked slightly in thought as she added, “I believe you and he may mesh well in the long run. He’s quite reserved, tends to keep to himself. I seem to recall you had an interest in Diplomat work, as well. Young Tel has an interest in diplomacy herself, and she may prove a good pupil. She was either abandoned or orphaned very young, so she still has much to learn, but she’s quick-minded.”
She studied the woman further, mulling over her options. It was always such a delicate-feeling dance to consider recruits for the Shadow Circle, and she wondered if she should just make the Circle’s real use open knowledge to the pack with the warning to keep the reality of it to themselves among non-Valhallans.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.