He had returned to the sea hoping to see peace as the world around him seemed to calm with the return of spring, the shine of the sun warming his back as he approached the sandy shores. The stygian shore's sands were as black as ever, and they did not reflect the light of the sun, but Reynir was pleased to find that the seas were calm. Vellen no longer raged; he was quelled by the drownings of the Sigrun, quelled by their recognition of tradition once more. It was now up to them to ensure they kept up with the traditions they lived by for so long.

With Saga dead, it was up to them to figure out how they would continue to do that.

"Lofaðu þig, Vellen," he muttered under his breath as he followed the shoreline and noted other lions have gathered to soak in the sun and take in the beauty of Amaryllis' beaches once more. No longer did the water rage, the winds whip, the skies open up, the rain pour down. There was finally peace.

Reynir paused on the beach, looking up to see a flock of seagulls circling overhead. It was always a good sign when the birds found it safe enough to return. It was at this point, he heard a lioness confront those gathered, and she sounded rather unhappy with the peace. "You prefer the turmoil?" he asked @Marja, confused at her anger.

BWP Tix
+1 Make a BWP-related post
+2 Analyze the changes being made to the land
+2 Assess the impacts of the weather on herds and prey (the birbs)

Potential XP
cleric
+15 BWP Cleric XP
+5 Learn about someone else's beliefs

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She blossomed a joyful flower, her face which shouldn't have been able to glow brighter or look more pleased some how found a way. Warming bright teal eyes and youthful face scrunched up under Talisa's affectionate touch and a bubbling little pleased sound welled up and out from Diomedeidae.

More lions were coming around and at first it was exciting. Dio was more than happy to meet some strangers. After all she was still young to not have gotten out much, her circle was restricted to pride and family. Anyone new was immediately interesting. At least at first. @Marja's angry look, grumlbing growls, brought a fear to young Dio's face. All sense of her pride and success failed- she leaned tight to @Talisa and tried her best to hide her face from this stranger who seemed upset that things were calm, that things were happy. Quietly the littlest of whimpers and whines could be heard from Dio's mouth passing muffle through Talisa's fur. Make her stop.

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Ears came immediately erect as someone exclaimed from nearby about who had made it calm. As though someone present had willed the Earth to stop its bumbling and Talisa felt her skin crawl. Not with fear, but with slight guilt in just knowing that she could potentially be the reason seeing as she had prayed to Maua time and time again for this change. That crawling feeling, however, was quickly replaced by knowing that she had done the right thing. New life could begin again and she would not feel guilty for it. Talisa looked down at young @Diomedeidae and gave a somber smile. She couldn't tell the woman what she could and could not do or say, but the two of them could find interest elsewhere. They could enjoy the beauty that was coming back to them away from the cawing and complaining of the woman. How about we go gather some flowers in the fields and give thanks to Maua? she asked of the child very quietly and for her ears before she began to attempt to usher the sun-kissed child away from the others. They could have their own prayer-party. exit talisa w/ dio! +4 - Make a BWP-related post +2 - Study one of the natural phenomena occurring +2 - Diffuse someone else's panic or worry +2 - Pray to a god or deity for guidance +2 - Analyze the changes being made to the land +5 - Complete a BWP-related thread (with 10+ posts) +5 - Complete a thread with a character you've never threaded with before (diomedeidae)

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Cicada had been listening, but it seemed there was a bit of conflict where the others were concerned. She did not know either of the deities that had been mentioned and was not keen on putting forward her own beliefs or asking questions that might come off as insulting somehow. Cicada was not one to get involved in conflict, decidedly neutral on all things religious.

Perhaps it was time for her to be on her way as well, noting the lioness and young one were choosing to leave rather than get involved. "We should go find some dinner Shu." She murmured to the tawny rodent. Getting food should be easier now, and she would need to begin storing away as much as she could for the coming winter, so that they might be better off next time.

-exit Cicada-

🎫 +5 - Complete a BWP-related thread (with 10+ posts)
🎫 +1 - Make a BWP-related post x3

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Against @Talisa's warm breath Dio's fluffy ear twitched. Compelled by the warmth of breath and heartfelt thoughts. Within her soul Dio felt a swirl like warm summer's breeze that danced around, clung to her heart and offered some degree of soothing. Meekly her head nodded once, just once, in her agreement. When things were scary or tough she could look to Maua for guidance, but so too could she look to serve Maua to find that same sort of peace.

Staying as tight to her Aunt as she could Dio began to scamper along Talisa's wake. Her head tucked a little down and eyes pointedly avoiding everyone in her hasty retreat.

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Why did everyone seem happy that the storms were gone? If the storms were gone then Grom was gone and that was very lonely. She glares at the one who speaks @Reynir . “Storms were from Grom. Grom gave gift.” She growls, her tail twitching as she stares out across the ocean. Suddenly, they start to make her leave, and she feels a flicker of lonely bolt through her. She almost follows them, the lioness with the younger lioness. @Talisa & @Diomedeidae . They seemed at peace within each other. They had something she missed, and so she watches them leave with a frown deepening in her muzzle. Grom was gone… and now she was being left alone. Her tail droops, and with a growling grumble, she huffs and flops onto the sand. No friends for her.

She almost wonders if the remaining male will say anything more to her… of if he will just leave too.

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Thrain Casales

A rather roughly spoken woman arrived; dark and peculiar within her way of speech. Settled in behind the rock formation Thrain observed, amethyst gaze wildly eager upon the peculiar gathering. Were they praying? How odd. He'd have to make a point to ask his parents about that later.

He came to realise the new, dark woman was suggesting they had clamed the ocean from it's prior wrath, and for that he is extra confused. Insticively he does not believe it, and yet he spares a moment to glance from the group of women back to the quiet sea. Could it be?

Soon, his damp pelt began to dry and the sand that masked his appearance crumbled away, so Thrain hastily took his leave.

** Thrain is hiding **

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+5 Study the landscape of an area
+5 Infiltrate a group thread without getting caught
+5 Practice disguising your appearance

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Ignored.

She hated to be ignored.

With a huff, she storms off down the beach and away from where they had gathered. If they didn’t want her to be around, and they wanted to praise that the storms were gone- that Grom too had abandoned her then that was fine!

She didn’t need them! She didn’t need anyone but Grom and her clan, and it seemed that at this point neither would be with her for a while. She snaps and snarls as she pushes down the beach away from them, letting her anger bubble up and explode. The non-believers were to be shunned today, as she went about her own way.

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