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Sier only frowned back. That’s right; he’d agreed to a ridiculous nickname as well, hadn’t he? Gods, did he do anything in the past two years that didn’t make him burn with shame?
“I’ve been… busy,” he muttered, emotionless. “What have you been doing?”
Why was Sier frowning? Was he not happy to see Thaerondil? Nah. He probably just.. had a bad day. Yeah! He sounded like he was having a bad day, too.
"Busy is good, I guess. I've been practicing my magic. And my archery a bit, too. I can make a flame in my hand and keep it steady! And I can summon my familiar for longer." He beamed, proud of his accomplishments. And he was hoping that Sier would be happy about it too, and be proud of him.
sieralonapprentice replied to your post: Smooch and Snug. (>D Let’s get awkward.)
Sier froze before pushing the other away, slowly, though this might be for how stiff the mer had become. “Thaerondil,” he replied woodenly, face unreadable.
The younger mer had just gotten comfortable against his friend, but Sier seemed to be enjoying it less... It was not long after when the Altmer pushed him away, and Thaerondil looked up at him concernedly. "Sier? Are you okay? I missed you, big brother." He attempted a smile even though the other's demeanor was beginning to unsettle him.
Thaerondil smiled at Sieralon, though it wavered a bit. He looked different from how the young mer remembered. Was that a scar on his face? And his hair seemed a bit different.
"Hi, Sier," he greeted hopefully, and stepped forward to hug the taller mer before standing on his tippy toes to kiss the mer on the cheek.
The young mer smiled wide and threw his arms around Tortulja, squeezing slightly. Hopefully not too much, though! He kissed her cheek and continued to hug her comfortably, glad to see his friend again. "I missed you, Tort. Thought about you a lot!"
sieralonapprentice replied to your post: So, I’m not sure who all is still following Thae...
((Glad to see you stepping into him again! :DD Have fun, though, RP is supposed to be. C:))
I'll keep that in mind, definitely <33 I spoke a bit to another mod about aging Thae up a bit so that I could hopefully "understand" him more, in a way, and have more options with where to go with him. So instead of 18, Thae is now 20-21, though still pretty much a baby in mer terms, lol. Thinking of other possible plot things, too
I missed interacting with people as Thae, and having positive interactions with people where Dal had negative ones. I'll probably still be more active on Dal than Thae, because Dal has a direction that he's heading, and I have yet to really discover one for Thae.
But yes ^_^ I'll make sure to keep myself happy with things as well. I mean, if his muse won't work, then his muse won't work. Forcing it usually results in me making characters more ooc than I would like to admit, and I don't want that.
So, I'm not sure who all is still following Thae (thank you for your patience!) and who is new, but hello to all~
For those who might not know, this is Missy uwu I am Dal's mod as well. Been spending a lot of time on his blog because it's frankly easier to RP a grumpy vampire with anger issues than a mer kid who's always happy. Not sure what that says about me, but oh well!
Back on Thae's blog after about a month of non-activity, and even longer since I've done any RP's. Feels nice to be back, but I still can't promise a lot of activity or "quality" because his muse is still rather weak. But staying away from his blog obviously isn't helping, and I know that some people have been missing him.
He smiled at the praise, but the question did make him wonder. "Uhm.. I'm not sure. It's a little warm, I guess. But it's not touching my hands, so maybe that's why? Or maybe cause it's my magic and I have more control over it now? I'm not sure..."
travelervalund replied to your post: “How are you Thae? It’s been a while.” Valund hugged the younger mer.
Valund smiled at him. “Thats really good. Care to show me what you can do?”
Thaerondil nodded eagerly and stepped back, cupping his hands in front of him. He seemed to be concentrating on his palms, and after only a moment or two, a small flame appeared. It was steady, not sputtering like it used to when he would summon flame. "I can make small ones and hold them, but bigger ones kind of.. um.. explode, still."
"How are you Thae? It's been a while." Valund hugged the younger mer.
"It has!" The young mer squeezed his friend tightly. It was good to see people again. He had missed all of them. "I'm doing good. Been practicing magic! And I didn't even burn the forest down!"
The mer ginned. "'Cause Father raised me to be! And because lots of people are mean to each other already. Why add to it? I like seeing smiles more than frowns."
The day was a beautiful one. The sky was clear. The brids were singing and the animals were out playing. The weather was warm with the occasional breeze. It was on days like this that Thaerondil loved to take a walk. There was no one around to bother or hurt him, and he felt in high spirits.
He was headed back toward the forest when he passed a shrub and heard a rustling sound. Stopping to listen, he tilted his head a bit to the side. A rabbit? No. Not quite that small. A person? He ventured closer to the shrub, and it was then he heard a familiar purr.
A smile spreading across his face, he asked, “Aces?”
Sure enough, Aysiz stood from the leaves, hands on her hips and a grin on her face. “It’s no fun if you find me right away.”
“Well, I told you I was good at hide and seek. Of course I found you.”
“Is that so? I think it’s about time we test that theory.”
“Yeah?” He smiled wider. Aysiz was always able to bring out his most playful side. “How about I hide, and if you can find me… then you can tickle me. And if you can’t find me for a long time, I get to tickle you.”
“Sure,” she said, leaning closer to grin up at him, “But I’m going to win~”
Thaerondil laughed. “We’ll see. Turn around and start counting, silly.”
With a smile, she stuck her tongue out at him playfully, but then turned the other way and placed her hands over her eyes as she began counting down.
Gazing about his surroundings, Thaerondil wondered where he could hide. There was not much out here. He could hide in the forest, somewhere secluded and hard to get to. But he wouldn’t. He went to a tree far from where Aysiz was counting, and climbed into the boughs as quietly as possible. He sat high up, so that the leaves would hide him.
“..Eight. Nine. Ten.” When she was done, the womer turned around, smiling nonchalantly at the surroundings, as if she knew where he was right away. It was not that hard, honestly. She knew him well enough to guess where he could have gone. And the light footprints in the ground certainly helped. She whistled a tune while casually strolling around the area, making it seem as though she was searching hard.
Thaerondil had underestimated her skill at this game. She had much more experience at such things~ When finally she made it over to the tree where she knew the young mer to be, Aysiz stood quietly a moment, appearing to be deep in thought. In reality, he wanted Thaerondil to think that perhaps she was close to giving up, or was confused. Sure enough, it got the smallest of giggles from him. They were quickly smothered when he brought a hand to his face, but not nearly fast enough.
When Thaerondil peered at the ground, he was confused to realize that Aysiz was nowhere in sight. Where had she gone? He was just leaning out a bit more when there came a loud “Found ya!” right beside him. He shrieked a little and fell to the ground, though luckily he had only been in a low branch and he was used to falling from trees.
When he opened his eyes, Ayzis was standing over him with her signature mischievous grin on her face. “I win,” she said simply.
“Yeah, ‘cause you cheated,” Thaerondil said, though he was not serious in the slightest, as was made obvious by his own smile.
“Oh? Want to say that again? Didn’t quite hear you.”
Thaerondil attempted to tease her some more but it was all interrupted by a squeal of laughter as Ayzis tickled him. He flailed and tried to push her away to no avail. “Saayy it, saayy it, saayy it,” Aysiz chanted as she tickled the younger mer, and eventually he said between giggles “You win! You win!”
Satisfied, the womer sat down beside her friend and helped him up into a sitting position as well. She wrapped an arm around him and leaned against him as he caught his breath and the giggles wore off.
“I think.. I’m..” he tried, giggling some more as he tried to get his breathing regulated. “I think I could.. still beat you at tag. Maybe.”
“Maybe. But I don’t think you could survive any more tickling should you lose. So we’ll wait a bit.”
The first time Thaerondil saw a saber cat... well, it was actually the only time. And he almost hadn't seen it until it was too late.
His family had been traveling, as was usual for them. Thaerondil was only eight, and his curiosity often got the better of him. He had wandered a little farther from his parents than usual. They were distracted by a deer that would be their dinner, and Thaerondil had gotten quite bored of waiting.
When a rabbit darted past him, he chased it, almost compelled to like a cat with a mouse. But he was not nearly fast enough and quickly lost sight of it. His fun over, he turned with a pout to head back to his parents, only to discover that he had wandered farther than he'd thought. He couldn't see them.
"Mom? Daddy?" he called. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that they were not the only ones that would hear. His mother had told him that if he ever got lost to stay in one place so someone could find him. The saber cat, however, had found him first and was crawling toward the young mer that would be his dinner.
Nerissa was first to hear the call, but Nerundil quickly guessed what it was. He whirled around to find Thaerondil gone. The movement scared off the deer, but they hardly cared. With a curse, Nerundil stood and furiously turned every which way, clearly more than a little stressed.
“I’m--I’m so sorry, love! I should have kept a better eye on him! I should have—”
“Shh, it’s alright.” She said with a smile. “Let’s just find him.”
He nodded earnestly and eagerly. Yes, finding him was priority. Nerundil tried to use a clairvoyance spell to perhaps track the boy, but Illusion was not his forte, and it sputtered weakly out of existence. Naerissa, on the other hand, was low to the ground again, having spotted their son’s little footprints.
“C’mon, love, this way.” She called, and Nerundil followed her without hesitation. The bosmer’s bow was still ready to fire, and the altmer’s hands glowed with sparks and flame. If anyone or anything had hurt their boy, there would be dire consequences.
Thaerondil was still standing, unharmed, but he had begun to panic. What if he’d gone too far this time? What if they didn’t find him? What if someone else did? Would he be hurt? Killed? It made tears spring to his eyes. He was lost. He missed his mother and father already. Bringing a hand up to wipe the tears blurring his vision, he cried into his sleeves.
Then the soft sound of a large footstep reached his ears. Remembering what his mother had taught him, it didn’t sound like a person. It sounded like something big, much bigger than him. It was something dangerous. And probably hungry. Slowly, so as not to trigger swift action on the predator’s part, Thaerondil turned. There, in the grass getting ready to pounce, was a full-grown saber cat.
He screamed and fell to the ground as it leapt from the tall grass, claws extended and mouth open in a roar.
A bolt of lightning streaked through the air above Thaerondil to collide into the chest of the saber cat, sending it backwards with a pained yowl.
“Theron!” Called his parents as they rushed toward him. Thaerondil could not stop the tears of relief from cascading down his cheeks as he leapt into the arms of his father, sobbing. The mer shushed him gently and held him close. “It is alright. We are here. Shh, you are alright.”
“Nerundil!” Naerissa called as a roar signaled the saber cat returning to its senses. The Altmer ushered his son to stand behind him as the large feline stalked toward them again, wary this time. Naerissa had nocked an arrow, aiming to kill the animal swiftly. Although, perhaps that would be too scarring for young Thaerondil. She fired a warning shot, the arrow piercing the ground before the cat’s feet. It jumped with surprise but was otherwise unimpressed.
“Again!” Nerundil called to his wife, and she hesitated only a moment before nodding and loosening another arrow. The Altmer mage snapped his fingers and the arrow caught flame in the air. When it struck the ground, the flames spread to the grass. The saber cat paused for a long moment, trapped behind the ever growing streaks of fire. It did not advance, but it did not retreat either.
With a sigh, Nerundil realized that more drastic measures would have to be taken. “Theron, you stay right there. Do you understand?”
“B-but, Father—”
“Ah, ah, no buts. Stay there. All will be fine.” He ruffled his son’s hair as Naerissa moved to his side to protect their son.
Nerundil readied a flame spell in both hands and dual-casted to create a wall of fire between them and the animal. The saber cat roared with anger at being cut off from its prey and backed away from the flames, searching for a way around. Finding none, but being as hungry as it was, the cat got a running start and leapt over the fire, landing heavily on the other side and rushing to try and snatch the young mer away from his mother.
Thaerondil shrieked and his mother covered him, ready to defend him with her life. But before the overgrown feline could reach them, Nerundil slammed his shoulder into the saber cat’s flank with as much force as he could muster, sending both him and the cat tumbling and sprawling. The cat recovered first, having more muscle to protect it from such a rough impact, and it loomed over the Altmer still shaking his head to clear the shock.
“Father!”
The sound of his terrified son’s voice immediately cleared his head, and he quickly shifted onto his back to see the saber cat lifting a paw in the air to maul him. Reacting out of instinct, Nerundil dual-casted a lightning bolt straight into the saber cat’s chest, the electricity reaching its heart and killing it instantly. The large creature fell heavily atop him, knocking the breath from him for a moment.
“Nerundil!”
“Father!”
He heard the two sets of light footsteps rushing toward him, and when he saw their faces hovering in front of his vision he merely smiled a bit sheepishly. “Got him.”
It took effort of all three meri to roll the beast off of him, and Naerissa hauled him to his feet. The Altmer’s smile vanished when he saw the glare his wife pinned him with, and his ears drooped accordingly.
With a huff, the redheaded womer put hands on her hips and scolded him. “You reckless, thoughtless, hasty, foolhardy, impulsive mer! Did you think what might have happened if you had gotten hurt? If you had been killed after pulling that stunt? Huh?”
Nerundil could not answer. He had just wanted to protect his family, of course. His own safety did not matter. He simply blinked, looking guilty, his ears lowering with each passing moment. He hoped the question was rhetorical. Thaerondil stared. Were his parents fighting? Why?
But then the glare vanished and Naerissa’s features softened as she embraced her husband lovingly, pressing her cheek to his abdomen. “Don’t scare me like that again. I love you.”
Nerundil smiled affectionately down at his wife and son, and then knelt down so he could embrace her more completely, pulling her against him tightly with his head against hers. “Of course, love. I apologize. I love you, too.” He opened an arm and smiled at Thaerondil, who eagerly joined the group hug, snuggling with both of his parents.
But he couldn’t help but think this was all his fault, and tears stung the corner of his eyes as he buried his face in his father’s robes. “I’m sorry, Father…”
“Shh,” his father consoled, stroking his son’s hair. “It was not your fault. You did not know the saber cat was there.” With a gentle finger he lifted his son’s teary gaze to his own, and smiled. “But how about next time, you give us some warning before you decide to explore, hm?”
“I…” he sniffled. “I w-wasn’t exploring, Father. I saw a rabbit, and I chased it.”
“Really?” Nerundil beamed, trying to cheer the younger mer with some overdone enthusiasm. “Did you catch it?”
Thaerondil giggled a little. “N-no.”
“Ah, well, better luck next time, yes?” He ruffled his son’s hair playfully, and Thaerondil pulled away half-heartedly only to be tickle-ambushed by his mother. The rest of the day was spent playing with his parents. He made sure never to stray too far after the day he saw a saber cat and almost became its meal.
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