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< what is this strange place? what is this? what is that? why is it not brown? or gold? or made of stone? what are these big green things above its head? what is that? where is the temple? wait, where is the buddy? >

♪? ♪♪ ♪~!!

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no answer? try again and louder this time>

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< hm...alone? okay, then time to find a new buddy! >

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[the traveler has appeared on the edge of town along the road. anyone in the surrounding buildings may have heard it chirping and calling out as it runs toward the town square. and anyone it encounters along the way will have a close to three foot tall red cloaked creature running circles around them.

ooc; an example of the tonal chirps can be found here on a youtube let's play]

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<what strange songs! so many different songs here! i can't understand. i want to understand! let's travel together!>

♪♪ ♪ ♪ ♪~ ♪♪ ♪~

[It flies into the air, flapping its cloak, and drops down in front of Sabriel with its last note.]

[With that leap and flutter feels another faint brush of magic. Whatever it is, its subtle...almost warm and sweet.]

I suppose not...lets try this.

[Leaning down to reach over the lip of the wooden floor she writes her name out in the sand so that the Traveler can read it. If it can.]

S-a-b-r-i-e-l. That's my name.

[She points from the name to herself, glancing up at the little one's face before trying another method; Morse code. Lupin had been teaching it to her over the past month or two, and if this little person could only speak in chirps then it might be best. This time as she points to each letter she whistles out the short code for each, before whistling her whole name with a gesture towards herself.]

[This is fascinating. The traveler looks down at the squiggly lines in the sand and then up at Sabriel. It turns about so it can see the letters a little better and leans over, looking at them.

The chimes come in a pattern this time. How strange. It looks from Sabriel to the letters again and then runs off a small distance, drawing an approximation of the letters (however illegible) in the sand a little ways away. It chirps when it finishes, looking at Sabriel.]

♪?

...Hm. Almost, although I don't know if you really understand.

[Well, the little thing was trying but it didn't seem like there was any common language between them. How odd...she'd gotten too accustomed to the wings translating everything which put her a little out of touch on how to go about communicating with the little thing.

First, try to establish language...this time Sabriel writes out a full sentence in the sand, a simple phrase that she can act out if she needs to.

Following the words with a finger she reads it out loud for the Traveler.]

"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west."

[And going a little slower this time, she whistles the Morse code as her finger passes each letter in the sentence. Does it understand the pattern yet?]

[Curious the traveler comes forward and looks at the sentence. Strange, squiggly lines. How weird. It looks at them, then at Sabriel, and then repeats the code for her name.]

♫♫♪♫♫♪♪?

Yes, that's it!

♫♫♪♫♫♪♪~

[Whistling her name along with the Traveler she nods and gestures to herself again.]

Do you... [She points to the Traveler, then down to the letters in the earth and back up to her lips where she whistles one more note.]

Have a language?

[The traveler throws its head back suddenly and lets out a large sound wave bubble - it erases the patterns in the ground around it, but it also shows a glyph floating in the air for a moment before it disappears. The same glyph shows up on its cloak when it cries out and then it looks at Sabriel again.]

[Now that catches her attention, causing her to sit up straight as she watches the shock wave blow across the earth like it had before with the leaves. And that mark...she could feel the light prickling of power from that mark.

Like a Charter mark then. Curious, Sabriel leans down to show the creature the mark resting on her brow, brushing a fingertip across it to make the lines glow with a bright golden light.]

[The traveler looks up at the mark on Sabriel's forehead and then gets as close as it can, trying to put its face close to or on the mark. It lets out a low peal of song.]

♫~

[Watching as it moves closer Sabriel lower her head a little more to make it easier for the creature to touch the mark. And for a moment she's reminded of the touch she and Colonel Horyse had exchanged at the Perimeter in her world; there was a feeling of warm, golden light and the quiet, unending power of the Charter flowing through her.

There is some form of magic in this little creature, something pure and bright that resonates with the Charter in her blood. With a soft chuckle she whistles a happy trill.]

♪♫♪~

[Another, like it. Someone who understands the songs.

The traveler rubs its face against her cheek and trills back.]

♫♪~

[Perhaps the language barrier wouldn't be such an issue...after all there can be just as much, if not more, said in silence and body language than in words, and with more truth and honesty. Sabriel can't help but blush a little at the affectionate gesture from the Traveler, sitting back a little with a shy smile.

When it had sung earlier and showed that mark it was like it was letting go of a burst of wind...almost like how she had whistled her Paperwing into flight. Tipping her head in thought she takes a deep breath and lets out a soft, low whistle, imbued with the Charter marks for a gathering breeze. She didn't want the wind to blow the little person away after all but she wanted to show it what she could.

Small golden marks float on her whistled breath as a small wind circles around them both, tugging lightly at the Traveler's cloak.]

[Whoooooooa! The traveler's cloak ruffles in the wind and it looks at Sabriel. She can sing like the Others do. It sings back to her, letting out a large sound wave to ruffle her hair and clothes.]

♪～

[The responding wind from the Traveler's song draws a soft laugh from her. It was like wind magic...perhaps that was how they had flown earlier. Giving a short, curt whistle as a request for silence, and a warning, along with as a sort of 'watch this', Sabriel repeats the earlier low whistle infused with Charter magic, following the note with a trill that slowly rose in pitch.

Rising with the call of her whistle the wind circles closer around the Traveler before filling its cloak and lifting it slowly and gently into the air on a pillar of wind.]

♪～ ♫♫♫♫♫♫~!

[COOOOOOOOOOL!

Rising into the air, the traveler floats there, looking at Sabriel. This is new. It doesn't have to flap its cloak and hey! Airtime. Awesome.]

[Eyes crinkling with a smile she holds onto the trilled whistle, slowly whistling it back down to the low, single note she had started on to lower the Traveler slowly and safely back to the ground. The wind stops as she lets go of the spell to take a breath and giggle a little at the Traveler's wide eyed amazement.]

I hope I didn't startle you.

[oh, back on the ground. the traveler looks at its feet and trills, confused.]

♬?

I can only do it for so long you know.

[Taking a deep breath Sabriel whistles a single simple note, counting out on her fingers the seconds she's able to hold it solidly before she needs to stop to breathe.]

[the counting and the fingers are new to it. it's never really seen fingers before. it walks forward, peering at them curiously.]

Hm?

[Following the Traveler's line of sight to her hands, Sabriel murmurs a soft 'ah' and lowers them for it to get a better look, occasionally flexing and stretching her fingers.]

I don't suppose you would have seen hands before if your people don't have them.

[it crowds forward and looks at the fingers and hands curiously. what strange things. they move! like cloth, only...

it touches its face to one.

oh, it's hard.

the traveler backs up and chirps at them, wondering if they'll call back.]

♪?

[In response to the chirp, Sabriel snaps her fingers softly, watching the Traveler curiously to see what it will do.]

[SCARY SOUND. the traveler freaks out and runs behind the nearest structure to hide]

Oh wait- I'm sorry, it's okay, it's just me...

[Straining to look behind the pillar the Traveler has chosen to hide behind Sabriel gives a low, apologetic whistle.]

♪

[did she just break her hands??? because wow that sound. it peeks out and then cautiously moves forward again.]

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