Talk:2019-11-02 Extra Life Livestream

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Barefoot with a toothy grin, Casseia was a sight to behold. Gangly and lanky, she hardly seemed accustomed to her newfound height. No, this overgrown child clung to her tomboy ways as deeply as she clung to the wooden ship of her father's creation. Dangled from the ropes like an eager chimp, the breeze tousled her locks into a matted mess. "Loch Strahigaea," she yelped like a pup to her father, [who] scrambled to twist the oars in response. Waves of salt crashed over sturdy oak and filled their shallow boat with a pool of fjord. As her laughter grew, Casseia was quick to gurgle a mouthful of the sea. Disgusted, her heaved tongue was sent into a fit as she tried to spit it all out. Now it was her father's turn to laugh at his daughter.

Bells were soft at first but grew alongside shouts. They were at last home and greeted by the village's children. Young boys with braided heads jumped and waved as they raced alongside the shoreline. Casseia beamed. Now was a perfect chance to show off. Slowly she turned her father and eyed his oars with a pleaful look. A challenge had been issued. The two stared in a battle of wills: Her puppy eyes fixed against his strong fatherly gaze. With a sigh he was easily defeated. "Br'ah. In'tella nüm, mün ma'an ma." Her jump for glee nearly sent her straight over the side. Practiced arms however were quick to swoop her up. Steadied within her father's protection she laughed once more as she took his place at the end of the ship. Timid hands grasp the splintering wood before her audience. With held-in breath, Casseia dipped the ore into the crystal clear waves. In a bid for concentration she bit down on her peaked out tongue, eyes fixed heavily on the nearing dock. Beside her, her father's hand began to hover nervously ready to take over if she had sent them all crashing forward. Casseia swatted his hands away playfully though. It seems she was natural. Smoothly she guided them to the side of the dock. As the wooden ship brushed against the pier and moaned the girl ran to throw the rope upon the walkway for anchoring. Like a tightrope walker she moved with similar grace along the rails, eager to show off the sailor knots she had been taught. Marquel leaned back with beaming pride as he watched on in silence. Before her father could say another word the girl was consumed. Waving goodbye frantically toward him it seemed she was already off in a sprint toward a glade with the other children. He watched on with envy. Oh to have all that energy again.

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As the children thought it and planned the day away, one boy in particular pushed forward to be close by Casseia's side. Slyly he linked arms began to slow down. As the children passed and the chatter faded, Atticus stopped with her behind a nearby tree. With a shove he offered up a droopy flower to the girl, who began to laugh. "What's this for?" she asked in her foreign tongue. The boy turned red. "I- I was told the girls are supposed to like these sort of things." Her laughter grew even louder. "What for? Does it taste good?" "No." "Well then who would tell you such a silly thing?" Flustered, the boy's answer was muttered under his breath. "Come again?" Atticus threw the flower onto the ground. "My mother." With a Cheshire cat grin Casseia desperately tried not to laugh again. The boy noticed and smiled, more determined than ever. Unsheathing his weapon with a playful roar he was quick to accost her with a wooden sword in hand. A battle ensued between the two betrothed children. As she dodged and danced like the hidden people, spry on her feet. Back and forth they slashed at one another before more of the children joined in. Overwhelmed Casseia charged into the forest lines with laughter as the warlike calls of a miniature army chased after her.

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The village was but a distant memory now for they were finally in the thick of nature. But they hunt for the hidden people today. Casseia had sworn that she had spotted a Huldar in the glades, which had whipped all the town boys into a frenzy to set their gaze upon it. Atticus, the boy she was eagerly wanting to impress, remained skeptical however. With a snarky grin he assured the other children that Casseia was simply telling tall tales again. Fresh dew of the recent dawn doused the forest damp. The trickling waterfall that was once distant is now a booming thunder that roared with they're nearing steps. Stillness swept over the herd of miscreants. Were they still asleep? Two women were half submerged beneath the raging falls, blinking as if to cast this farce from view. Casseia's eyes traveled the length of their bodies before she inhaled a quick excitable shock. Turning to Atticus she pointed for his gaze to follow. Flickering back and forth fishtails adorned the creatures backs. The girl slowly bent close to the other children. She let out an excitable word as she practically tackled them with jumping joy. "Huldars." Exchanged faces of shock from the whole of the party. Once more Casseia's stories had proven to be right. With the whispered giggles, the boys eagerly gawked at what splendors the creature might do next. A rustling of the above trees was all it took to break Casseia's wonder, however. While Atticus and the village boys stared on and delight, Casseia's head turned with the ferocity of a mother lion protecting her flock of cubs. With studious eyes, she peered into the still forest, hand twitching toward her blade.