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Open First Mist of Spring

#1
The spring morning dawned bright and mild, finding the residents of Vromme quite abuzz with excitement. Several days ago now, the Lady Priestess Kagura had quietly disappeared from the public eye, retiring from all her usual activities as a social butterfly. The absence of her vividly colored sunset coat, serene smile, and endless supply of blessings and prayers was acutely felt by all who had come to expect her on a daily basis in Grosugr, and even by some who lived more remotely. For all, there was no doubt that she had disappeared right around the time she was expected to foal, having grown heavy with child over the course of the bitter deep winter. Without many other topics to gossip about, word had spread like wildfire over the exact nature of the high-profile pregnancy - who the father was (everyone knew it was Davaros, but some liked to speculate), whether Higurashi and Davaros would make an official union, if the positions of Hand and Heir would now be filled. Now that the Jarl herself had disappeared, hushed whispers turned into full-blown discussions, and the excitement and anticipation for the new child was building with each passing day, as infectious as a plague.

A mare's excited squeal broke the tension at once, drawing the attention of everyone around as she dashed toward the figures emerging from the redwood forest to the north. One, cloaked in familiar bright pinks and violet, could be none other than the Priestess Higurashi herself, and the diminutive, doll-like little filly following close at her heels was undoubtedly the baby daughter. Higurashi greeted her excited friend with a sweet, if a little tired, smile and a nod, and placidly stopped in place to allow the mare to coo and fawn over the newborn. Others soon joined her, drawn like moths to a flame, and before long there was a small crowd gathered around. "Oh, she has your eyes, Lady Kagura!" the older mare crooned, unable to contain the giddy smile that blossomed over her face. "And she'll have her father's horns, no doubt!"

"Yes," Kagura agreed, leaning down to brush the top of her daughter's head with a kiss. "Her name is Kasumi."


[ tags ] Tamagiku Kasumi | Davaros | Xzavier | @Everyone
[ words ] 366
[ ooc ] FINALLY. Open to anyone and everyone! ^^
Kasumi = 'mist', usually referring to mist in spring/summer rather than autumn/winter

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Table and Coding: Raven
日暮神楽
ひ ぐ ら し か ぐ ら
Tag: @[Higurashi Kagura]

#2
Kasumi, for her part, was much less excited about the whole affair than the rest of Vromme. The dark, quiet forest where her mother had chosen to give birth had been serene, private, and soothing, and her first memories of snuggling close to her dam's side amid a bed of redwood leaves and moss had been very pleasant. But now she was stepping out into full, annoyingly bright sunshine for the first time, suddenly surrounded by a crowd of overly excited strangers, and she found herself in an unwanted position at the center of attention for said excited strangers. But her mother seemed quite calm in the face of this bustling activity, and as Higurashi kissed her head and gave her a gentle nudge forward with her muzzle, Kasumi understood implicitly that she was expected to interact with the herd. "Her name is Kasumi," the lady priestess said fondly, and the onlookers responded with a collective murmur of appreciation and exclamations of "Oh how cute!".

「霞ちゃん!」her mother called her gently, and the little filly turned big, bright golden eyes to meet her gaze, so like her own.「よろしくと言い。」Obediently, Kasumi glanced back at the many pairs of eyes that were fixed on her, and despite her misgivings, she did her best to do as she was instructed. "Yoroshiku," she pronounced carefully, imitating the sounds carefully in her child's lilt. And though no one present understood the expression per se, all were delighted to be greeted in such a polite and, unanimously, adorable fashion. More exclamations and giggles erupted all around, and, her part in this ritual concluded, Kasumi shrank back to press closer to her mother's side.

[ tags ] Higurashi Kagura | Davaros | Xzavier | @Everyone
[ words ] 276
[ ooc ] Pretty table coming sometime soon-ish
霞ちゃん = 'Kasumi-chan', diminutive form of 'Kasumi'
よろしくと言い = 'yoroshiku to ii', 'say "yoroshiku" (nice to meet you)'
Tag: @[Tamagiku Kasumi]

#3

davaros arud

down the rivers of the windfall light

When Kagura had wandered off into the forest without word nor promise of her return, there was one voice that fell silent while the grapevines grew. Perhaps it was the natural transformation his psyche underwent after coming to realize the state of his future parenthood, or mayhaps the customary reserved nature of a man who finds solace in the babble of a brook over the chirp of gossip... maybe both. Either or, as a prickling sensation crawled along his carapaces and moths fluttered their dusty wings in his stomach Davaros turned away from the Redwood and towards the river ways. It was not his place, for he was not invited, and he was nothing but respectable of the lady Higurashi's wishes.

So retire he did. Not far, never far, but far enough to rid himself of the chatter. While eyes of those curious may still have followed him, their lips ever running, the kirin stud allowed an old friend consume his time. Stone appendages slipped him through the mirror-like surface of the nearest riverbed and Davaros took a moment to simply close his eyes and relish the crisp, cool kiss of the water upon his legs. It babbled none sense while telling the ancient stories of yesteryears, drowning out the chatter and bustle of the buzzing Vromme people who'd rather investigate intimate matters not their own. So he waded, letting the murky pond darken his pelt to the sweet scent of new spring lilies. Once if not twice in his quiet, solitary meditation did he dip his khol-dipped muzzle to their inviting white petals for a deep drawing inhale.

However long it had been was of little consequence. Whatever duration it had been, eventually the lady jarl of Grosugr returned. Davaros stood from his leisurely doze in the sun, having nestled into the reeds along the river side (for he never went far) and let his slender build rise him above the heads of the ground. Stonewash ears slipped forward and his nostrils flared not to test the air but with giddy and eager. Sunlight slipped across Kagura's sunset hide, accentuating the curves that he'd known her by previously. But, perhaps more importantly, was the silent and reserved little filly tottering at her hip. Brilliant wine and hearty stone painted her hide while peached amber scales winked in the sunlight, but the most damning evidence of his parentage were the petal like horns that cupped her petite, girlish visage. His breath caught a moment, catching him while off guard and entirely devoid of his own personal status. While the Grosugr denizens flocked forward for a chance to meet the newest addition to their hold, Davaros was far more reserved. Brass hooves, clean from his soak, shown with great luster as he pricked his way along the back. Without word or intrusion to the masses, the new father let his emerald eyes peer through their collection of bodies for a closer look.

The young girl toddled forward, graceful already on her long, fresh legs. There was a serenity to her that was already cold, not with distance but with uncertainty and calculation. If first impressions of one's child meant anything, Davaros was sure Kasumi - a fine name that brought a warm and wide grin to his muzzle - would be an intelligent woman. One of the chittering brooders of the grapevines that had grown with talk over the last several hours or so finally turned to him, realizing he'd remained at the back without word. "Whatcha doin' back here, pappa?" she grinned, her graveled tones grating against his ears and her need to pry unwelcome. But Davaros was a gentleman, and he smiled back at her most cordially, "Giving you all the chance to see before family time begins." The crone roared with laughter, brushing her shoulder against his so that he let out a low, idle chuckle. But the woman had garnered the attention of those close, and they parted with hushed words and giggles on their lips.

Taking advantage of the natural parting, Davaros stepped closer still. A heavy warmth swelled in his chest with each step, and that once half-hearted grin born from manners evolved into a genuine smile. Finally he managed to slip through his fellow Vromme kin and come before them. His heart raced in his chest and for a moment there were no words as the simply admired his firstborn from afar. Emotion threatened to overwhelm him, forcing him to swallow once to keep elated tears at bay, before he swept his crown of brass tines low and leaned back into his hindquarters ever-so-gently. Arching his nape, the gilt tips of his impressive kirin antlers hovered just over the ground a moment before returning to a standstill. "Hello, Kasumi..." he whispered, voice cracking with his personal trail to remain composed before so many onlooking witnesses. "I'm your pappa."



TAGGED: Higurashi Kagura, Tamagiku Kasumi
WC: 817
MUSE: 4/5
OOC: Pappa - local for dad/father


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Tag: @[Davaros]

#4
I'm the one thing in life I can control
I am inimitable, I am an original
These lands were new, everything about this grand valley left the glowing boy in pure awe. Given the chance to explore the various marshes of vromme allowed the child to simply forget. To momentarily forget that he was chasing the shadow of an adoptive mother he was sure he'd never find, that he was thousands of miles from his true homeland, and to forget the doubts both major and minor that swam around in his head. The weanling carried himself along, walking in no direction in particular until he noticed the outskirts of a crowd still amassing. For a second the child stopped, watching as a few stragglers quickly hurried to stand among the others wearing grand smiles.

Graced with a growing flicker of curiosity Xzavier slowly walked over, little ears stretched forward as he heard the voices murmur kind words and emit soft coos of endearment. Blinking large cerulean eyes he stretched his nape, hoping to peer over the shoulders of these strangers. At one point he reared half way and finally managed to catch a glimpse of lady Kagura, the kind priestess that ushered him through that terrifying tree. Beside her was a large stallion with impressive brass horns unlike any he'd ever seen. Were they marveling over the the kirkin's mighty rack, or perhaps his emerald scales?

Luckily for him an elderly couple came parting through the crowd after having the chance to meet the newborn girl. As the mass naturally parted Xzavier was allowed to see a small golden eyed child standing rather close to the brightly colored priestess. The boy colt's baby blues grew wide with surprise his limbs moved at their own accord, bringing him closer until he stood not too close but not far away either. In a way, it was like he saw himself in her. Unsure of what to think, confused, maybe even a little afraid. Although, of course, the circumstances of her birth were worth celebrating about and definitely not like his own.

Just for a second he found himself falling into a flashback of his own grand reveal to the world, laying there with his twin brother and mother. But instead of smiles the two boys were met with snarls and curses. For they were just another number to their father's army of sons, a living reminder of Renegade's terror. But, no matter how fleeting there time together was, Xzavier never forgot Psykhe's motherly love nor his twin's protective nature that left him feeling nice and warm. Kasumi, as he heard the bearded stallion call her, did not have any birth siblings. But he did recall within the cave that Kagura wished for her child to be his new sibling.

It was this remembrance that brought a small child like grin to his face as a warmth bloomed within his chest. He might not have had his own brother to rely on to keep him safe and warm. But he could certainly offer the same thing to his new sister. Hello Kasumi. I'm your big brother, you can call me Xzavier. It's nice to finally meet you. The boy uttered in is usual soft tones though it held tender notes of excitement and anticipation. His attention was then removed from the girl and tossed to Kagura where his sheepish smile remained. U..umm, Ane-ue...how do you say little sister and big brother in your language?

Higurashi Kagura Tamagiku Kasumi Davaros

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━ LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS
IT TAKES AND IT TAKES AND IT TAKES
Tag: @[Xzavier]

#5
Ever the maestra of the social graces, Higurashi was content to step back and let her new daughter take the limelight and the bulk of the herd's attention. Between smiling, nodding in polite acceptance of congratulations, and expertly deflecting questions, the lady priestess was kept occupied enough that young Kasumi was left largely to her own devices. Not to say, however, that she did not keep a close eye on the happenings around her, or that anything subtle escaped her notice. The monochromaticity of her golden eyes made the exact direction of her gaze difficult to pinpoint, but one could rest assured that she did not miss her daughter's rather unenthusiastic response to being doted on and fawned over by such a large crowd, all polite appearances to the contrary.

Still, Kasumi's public debut in Vromme was not an event Higurashi would cut short for any reason; already the herd was falling in love with the girl's quiet and intelligent innocence, her bright inquisitive eyes, her delicate features that blended both the local and exotically foreign in one face. Just days old, the little filly had already accumulated quite a list of admirers. "A quiet one, isn't she," another bystander remarked to the priestess after offering her the customary well-wishes. "I remember with mine, by the time he knew his own name, you couldn't get him to stop talking! Then again, maybe boys are more boisterous." Higurashi turned her head slightly to fix the man with a steady, appraising look, as though taking her sweet time to decide exactly what he meant by the comment. Apparently missing the subtlety of the look, however, he continued on blithely, "So does this make young Kasumi the Heir of Grosugr now, Lady Kagura? Is she going to grow up to be a priestess like you?"

"We shall see," came the smooth, diplomatic sidestep to his question, when Kagura decided to speak again. "We all choose our own path in life and the pace at which we traverse it. Some will forge their ways alone; others inherit their parents' wisdom... and perhaps their indiscretions." The priestess left it at that with a polite smile, fully confident that the man would not pick up on the subtle jab at his own apparent inability to stop talking.

At long last, a glint of sunlight off of familiar golden horns at the back of the crowd caught her eye, and with another sweet smile, Higurashi excused herself from her present company. She stepped forward just a few paces, not quite enough to meet Davaros as he made his way through the throng to approach, but rather watched on fondly from behind Kasumi as the kirin stallion greeted his daughter for the first time. Father and child looked so much alike from where she stood, one almost just a miniature version of the other, and the moment was so tender that Kagura could not bear to interrupt. Instead, she turned to the lingering onlookers and bowed formally once more to them, saying, "Thank you all sincerely for your warm welcome to my daughter. Please look after Kasumi-chan from this day forward." Still murmuring and giggling, but clearly aware that they had been dismissed by the note of finality in her courteous words, the gathered group dispersed like leaves drifting down a stream, leaving only those closest to the lady priestess.

Next she turned to another familiar face that had emerged from the crowd, a brief nod bidding Xzavier to approach. Fondly she nuzzled the glowing silvery mane of her adoptive ward, and said, "X-chan, how sweet of you! This is Kasumi, your new imouto-chan. You are her ani-ue." Alone at last with her new, somewhat piece-wise family, Kagura closed the final few steps to stand by Davaros's side at last, bringing the violet colt along with her. Her eyes sparkled with something bright and playful as she took the time to wrap her neck around the jade-plated stallion in a sweet embrace, followed by a quick kiss to his cheek. "Davaros, meet X-chan, a child in my charge."


[ tags ] Tamagiku Kasumi | Davaros | Xzavier | @Everyone
[ words ] 680
[ ooc ] So sorry for the delay!!

Photomanipulation: magtox
Stock: Malleni-Stock
Table and Coding: Raven
日暮神楽
ひ ぐ ら し か ぐ ら
Tag: @[Higurashi Kagura]

#6

davaros arud

down the rivers of the windfall light

It seemed that the world had temporarily melted away. The colors of Grosugr's plains, rivers, and lilies blurred into a hodge podge of indistinguishable shapes and hues that feathered along the edges of his vision. A warm smile still lifted his lips, burning brightly in the cool atmosphere of the southern terra, as his emerald eyes traced every line and color of his daughter. All parents thought that their own child was the most beautiful, or most appeasing, and Davaros was no different. A hesitance lingered around him as he stood there, a gargantuan image of his get in the hue of jade and emerald, unable to find the courage to touch the small child. She was so delicate, like the lengthy boughs of a willow tree; elegant, fragile, but divine. His lips twitched, verdant eyes glassy as more tears swelled along the khol brims of his lids. "We've been very excited to meet you." He said, words low and meant intimately for Kasumi.

But his allotted time was coming to an end. While the sire, this was still partially a political declaration as well. The Vromme people would have expected as such. To go without a formal announcement would have only fertilized the fruitless gossip, and Kagura's expertise at deflection and ministerial knowledge surprised even Davaros. As the tunnel vision faded, and the remaining denizens of Grosugr came back into focus the stallion became acutely aware of the boy at his side - a purple colt, littered with speckling of colors, dark shards, and cream threads. Davaros took a side step, unafraid for his daughter's safety (the boy's smile seemed too pure, too genuine to wish ill will upon the newborn), and turned his gemstone gaze back to the mother of his child. There was a fatigue she hid beneath the grace, almost skillfully enough he could have missed it if he'd remained afar. But up close, the weight of tire was evident. A warmth reignited in his chest, memories pricking back to the fall night where the goldenrod sky painted pristine panoramas and their words spoke nothing but translucency of their feelings. He had been proud of Kagura when she divulged her ascension to jarl, intrigued by her ambition, and humbled by her forthrightness with him. Now, that same intoxicating mixture of emotions swirled pensively in his chest again, thawing the soul inside that had survived the deep freeze.

Silently he watched as Kagura fawned over the children, introducing them with those familiar-foreign phrases. A contented smile rested on his stonewash lips as he settled in, hinds cocking and leonine tail sweeping back and forth not with ire but pensive serenity. He only stirred when the ward was brought before him, as if he were of some importance in this place, and introduced, and the Priestess Kagura wrapped him with an embrace. Without hesitation he returned it, tightening his own around her and pulling her closer. A moment his skin and body shook as the overwhelming elation threatened to leak tears again. The kiss to his cheek settled him, dampening the engulfing emotions within, and he listened attentively to her introduction of the stranger boy. "My, My," he murmured, with a grin, unfurling from the sunset woman as he turned his attention to Xzavier. "Seems I had miscounted - a family of four, not three." Davaros dipped his muzzle to the amaranthine youth, the brass of his horns blinding as they winked in the sunlight. "Any ward of Kagura's can be considered a ward of mine - a pleasure." He paused, viridian visionaries flashing back to his daughter - the unconditional affection and undying reverence clear in his gaze - before returning them to the boy. "Promise you'll be a good brother, yes?"


TAGGED: Higurashi Kagura, Tamagiku Kasumi, Xzavier
WC: 621
MUSE: 5/5
OOC: I'm not crying you're crying


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Tag: @[Davaros]

#7
I'm the one thing in life I can control
I am inimitable, I am an original
The motherly cooing the sunset mare showered him with filled the boy's chest with a blooming sense of pride. As the formal titles of brother and sister rolled off of the jarl's tongue, Xzavier did his best to mimic the dialect. I-mou-to chan... He murmured slowly under his breath, breaking up the foreign words into several syllables before saying it once more at average speed. Imouto-chan, got it. Thank you miss! The vibrant colored colt voiced. Committing the words to memory would be easier now that he would have to say them more often. He offered the girl one last glance, wondering how she was taking all of this before feeling himself ushered forward.

The child lifted his gaze to rest it upon the massive emerald stallion again with impressive bronze horns with a bit of uncertainty at first. That is until he watched Kagura embrace the man and offer him a peck on the cheek. This kind of interaction was far from different compared to how he would see his own father interact with other mares. There was no pain or suffering, the priestess even seemed happy to come and approach the viridian stranger. This simple gesture on its own caused the boy to relax further, and even more so after hearing the gentle tone the stallion used.

Family? He was allowing him to be apart of his family? Before the luminescent child could have any room to question himself, Davaros seemed to reiterate himself in another way. How long had it been since he were apart of a proper family. Did he ever have a true family to begin with? Pure unbridled emotion rippled just underneath the boy's surface as he did his best to hold himself together. Although his eyes betrayed him in the way they glazed over and became watery near the edges. Yes, sir... Xzavier murmured in hushed tones, hoping to keep his voice from cracking. And thank you, both of you.

Higurashi Kagura Tamagiku Kasumi Davaros

forsaken
━ LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS
IT TAKES AND IT TAKES AND IT TAKES
Tag: @[Xzavier]