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                            meditation  has never been  easy for them.  Sure,  at certain times,                             they  like the quiet,  the chance  to rest,  to reflect,  but most  other                             times,  they hate having to sit still.  Like now. They're not sure how                             much  time has passed  since they and the Guardian  sat down to-                             gether in the sand -- minutes, hours. Tentatively, they chirp, "...♪?"

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    The chirp is soft, but her ears twitch and rotate towards     it nonetheless. There’s a moment of confusion; Is this      humanoid creature a human, or a bird? But it doesn’t     seem to be interested in attacking, but her tail flicks in a     way of saying I can outrun you, even though she probably     (definitely) can’t in this terrain. But it flicks again, brushing      away loose bits of sand and flies as her neck arches, nose     attempting to pick up any kind of scent.      

                               though  they themself are not  aware,  too used to their own  smell                                and  the  smell  of others  like  them,  one  might  say the  Wayfarer                                smelled of the sand dunes themselves,  light and arid, dry, with the                                hint of cloth, fresh but thick, expensive. They don't step backward,                                but they don't move forward,  either.  They remain standing  where                                they are,  their scarf blowing  with the hot  breeze  sliding over  the                                desert,  and then  --  and then they  crouch and chirp  louder  than                                before.

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                She hears it. Ears swivel and eyes shift                              upon discovery of this particular melody.                              Both the instincts of the wolf and the                              instincts of the Celestial tempt her to                              draw near; beckon her to follow the                              siren’s song. The Mother turns on her                              haunches and breaks into a lope, both                              spirit and curiosity high.

                     ▐ Guardian. The title was one they’d worn often, and                          it  was not the first time they had helped to ferry  a                          young soul across the  desert. Each was so eager,                          ready  and  willing to complete the pilgrimage,  but                          not  all  were quite as.. inquisitive as the  one  they                          now had under their charge. The sharp chime had                          come  out of forewarning —  while their feet  were                           more  suited  to  the  sands,  these  dunes  shifted                          often,  and  without  warning, and  then  came  the                           peculiar  sound  of feet,  pawing hard  through  the                          sand.  Now,  they chimed fervently at  their  comp-                          anion,  soaring upward  in an attempt to close  the                          distance between them.

                               they were  far too curious  for their  own good,  too willing to reck-                                lessly  float over  the sand,  toward  whatever figure  or shadow  or                                shiny object that happened to catch their eye.  It was  a good thing                                one  of  the  white cloaks,  the  guardians  was there  to help  them;                                otherwise, they would be  hopelessly  lost. They glided along, twirl-                                ing,  scarf glowing as  they went,  and only  took pause  when they                                heard  that chime.  The little Wayfarer  glanced  back,  giving  three                                quick chimes in quick successions -- no more than someone blow-                                ing over the lip of a flute.

[ofnascence]

[ scarfless. ] hello new followers !! i've been making greeters just to get some things going but some people haven't responded which is totally fine !! but if you are interested in a starter, whether i made you a greeter or not, u can like this post! i'd be happy to make some when i get back from playing borderlands c:

[ofnascence]

( foreigner )

     There it is again.                    Beautiful.        It’s the only way she can describe it. A sound like that — no, she wasn’t just imagining things. Her imagination was creative, but even it had it’s limits. There was a loud scratch as her heel came off the bark of the fallen tree, her body turning as a brisk pace was set. Eyes darting, heart quickening in anticipation of a discovery.       She almost — almost missed it. The sound was almost incapable of being in any one direction; it was engulfing, in a way. Had it not been for the rather abnormal flash of red against the tones of green and brown among the ditch, she wouldn’t have ever caught it. Quickly redoubling, the girl peers over the edge —-                         — and is stunned by what she sees.      Emerald hues gaze down at the individual, full of budding curiosity. She’s not sure what to think — a person? A creature? Was this the thing that made the noise? Her weight shifts from foot to foot as she gazes at it, deciding to do the only action her brain has given her for the very moment.      ”……Hello?”

                               the sound  of footsteps  grew louder,  quicker,  and a sense  of                                apprehension  filled the  little Wayfarer.  They didn't know  what                                to expect.  What if  the one approaching  was unfriendly?  What                                if  they wanted to do them harm?  The thought made them shu-                                dder, and for a moment, they sank back against the cliff behind                                them, almost hoping that they would be passed over.

                               But they were less than subtle in their bright red cloak and their                                gold trim, so they weren't  entirely surprised when something --                                someone?  --  peered over at them.  They tilted their head back,                                looked at the person, and blinked a few times.

                               Their  sounds were dull,  but they  didn't seem violent,  and  the                                Wayfarer  stopped cowering  in favor  of straightening up.  They                                chirp, quietly, and flutter their cloak helplessly.

[ofnascence]

( foreigner )

{lίттlє đяαġoи}               A matching pluck, a musical response to something that seemed just as               lyrical as the violinist. Smiling at the nice note, a little tune playing through               her head already. Petite form bows her head, and nearly waits for the other               to play again.

                               it seems  as though their tiny,  glowing eyes widen,  even if  only                                slightly,  and they inch closer to get a better look.  They've never                                seen  anything quite like that, nor have they ever heard  anything                                quite like the sound it makes. They stop just a few feet away and                                chirp again, three times in quick succession.

[ofnascence]

( foreign creature )

   She hates the sand. It gets into her pelt and under her hooves, shifting    unsteadily under her weight. She wants nothing but for Link to finish    his business so they might leave, but there’s someone coming towards    her. She startles slightly at the other’s acrobatics, hooves shifting in the    sand to put more space between herself and the stranger. A nervous    chortle bubbles in her throat, eyes fixated on the newcomer as her ears    continue to perk and wait.

                               they stop  where  they land,  able  to see  the creature's  nervous                                shifting  even from where  they stand.  They're used  to the  loose                                texture of the sand,  but it's clear this creature isn't.  They're sure                                that's  doing nothing to help their nerves,  so they decide to chirp                                -- quietly, head tilted, curiosity mounting as each second passes.

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[ scarfless. ] ahhh i'm rly glad this blog is taking off ;o; i'm excited to continue on as the wayfarer so !! thank u very much for following and i hope to keep rping with all of u lovely folks soon. i'm rly tired from work tho so i think im going to lay down now. sweet dreams !! 

[ofnascence]

( foreign creature )

    New places are no surprises for Epona, young mare may she be.      Though, usually, she has a rider. Today, however, her rider has     left his place on her back in order to do… whatever it is he does.     But she knows she’s not alone as she stands perfectly still, ears     rotating and nostrils flaring as she tries to determine                                                                               friend or foe?

                               the desert is hot,  and the  sands are pink.  The  Wayfarer  believes                                they're  being rather sneaky as  they watch the peculiar beast  from                                a  set of  ruins at the top of the dune. They  expect  it to move,  or                                acknowledge  them,  or  something,  but when  it stands  still,  they                                decide to get a better look. Their scarf glows as they rise from their                                hiding  place  and  glide over the sand,  only to  land  rather  grace-                                lessly, somersaulting forward and rolling to a stop.

[ofnascence]

( foreigner )

     The girl is lost.             She had been debating it for a time now, trying to convince herself that no, no, she was not — the great Williams is never lost, but merely taking a detour. Careful steps keep her balanced along the edge of a short drop, nerves creeping up as the sway of the land beckons her to follow it. The sole of her sneaker had just met the bark of a mossy log when she heard it.        What was that noise?         It was a beautiful chime, unlike anything she’d heard before. Ellie’s head snaps up and she waits, wondering if she had just been hearing things or if she might have stumbled across something definitely worth an investigation.

                               they  heard something;  footsteps,   possibly,  but these  footsteps                                were heavier than any kind of  footstep they had ever heard before,                                and  it made them wonder who or what it could possibly be.  Once                                more,  they tried to jump, tried to fly, or climb,  but their arms were                                not quite arms, and without energy, flying was useless.

                               So they chirped once more -- even louder than before, this chime                                less like a bell and more like a gong.