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Author Topic: Where the Hellaphants play  (Read 121 times)

Description: Attn: Chaaya

Offline Saraswati Dara

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    • opal2green
    • queen
    • Role

      Hidden Queen

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      Rebellion

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      Nharkava

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      tenkou

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Where the Hellaphants play
« on: Aug 22, 19, 03:41:06 PM »
Saraswati forced down a little frown. This one of pursed concentration as her brush swept over the fibrous paper used for watercolors. The little notebook wrinkled and waved along the edges to contain her various paintings. Greedily the pulped wood soaked up the liquid and with it drew the pigment along.

Unpredictable; the way the water and paint would move through the paper softening the harsher edges of the painting until it resembled something softer and surreal. A Hellephant stood in her painting, as it did currently before her, it's trunk lazily curling and uncurling in the sedate pattern of feeding.

Again her brush dipped into the charcoal paste she was using for colors today. The grayscale a juxtaposition to the vibrant truth of her life. Where dappled sunlight filtered through the umbriferous foliage to leave streak of dancing shadows highlighting the bright flowers and the shy petals of orchids tucked away into their crooks of deadfall vegetation.

She had captured the scene before her in those dulled tones of grays, creams, and blacks. Carefully shaded to give some depth to the dark wise eyes of the hellephant. To indicate the little lingering hints of henna patterned along her sandaled feet. Feet she had captured as a partial self portrait  along with the hem of her skirt.

"Tsch" the hiss escaped her as she sat aside the painting she had spent hours on detailing. Her back arched as she stretched, feeling much older than her 23 years.  The notebook pinned to remain open so the painting would not smudge while drying. Not that charcoal tended to remain set upon drying. For now though she could enjoy her handiwork before it was wiped into obscurity hidden between the leather backing of her journal.

Of course her landen hosts had thought the hellephant ranch a perfect get away. Saraswati loved nature, she was a Queen- loving nature was the same as breathing to her, and animals were always something she enjoyed. Their relish for life was the same as hers. Dizzying and impetuous. Except for hellephants. They thought through everything in their slow ponderous ways. The matriarchs leading the herd and setting the example with their stoic calm.
The calves though. She loved them with their disportionate ears and attempts of making mischief with their ever seeking trunks. Like little naughty children they were curious and ever probing. Saraswati had laughed earlier as one naughty calf had found its dam giving it the helephant version of a scolding for flinging fodder about.

"Well, what do you think? A good likeness of you" She quipped at the animal as if expecting to hear it reply. Folly of hers and yet she remained bemused at the idea. The ranch was both frenzied and idyllic. In a way it met her own emotions; the constant state of agitated impatience and well mannered placidity.
She wanted to start living. To stop lingering in the shadows until she started to molder and decay. She was tired of not being what she was fated to be. Caste meant something; her being a queen should have elevated her family. Her wearing the Green should have been the promise of a bright future; instead she hid. Buried among the landens of the rebellion. Their treasure who covertly fed their fields. Covertly bled her jeweled strength into their holdings; like this helephant ranch- pushing that power to encourage growth so that the people would have enough.

The flick of the animal's ear drew her back. Her head tipped as the trunk lifted into an outward curl. "No? Well perhaps I drew your freckles a bit off.. but watercolors are difficult on the best of days." She had come with one of her foster siblings. To feed the land a little of her jeweled strength and perhaps keep her from being underfoot. Her foster brother; he was there working. Shovelling manure that would become fertilizer for crops in their village. The cart being loaded and later to be their olfactory companion back towards the village.

"Of course I took artistic liberty with your wrinkles.. after all those nearest your eyes make you seem to have a great deal of wisedom" At least with one-sided conversations you were always in agreement right?


Offline Chaaya Kapoor

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Re: Where the Hellaphants play
« Reply #1 on: Sep 06, 19, 04:33:08 PM »
It wasn’t every day that the hellephant ranch had a Blood visitor. And Chaaya couldn’t ever recall a time when that Blood visitor had been a Queen, much less one wearing the Green. But if anyone thought that this meant that Chaaya was going to be stupefied and/or grovel…well, they were about to be proven pretty wrong.

First off, Chaaya hardly ever did formalities. Part of that was because of her upbringing but most of it was because, now, well…who had time for that? Formalities were wasted on animals, who valued authenticity above all. That and their favorite food. So why prance around, clinging to titles and hierarchies like most of the Blood? At the ranch, none of that applied.

Well, don’t tell some of the hellephants that they weren’t lords of their own little pens. They might get offended.

Still, Chaaya accepted the fact that there was a Green Queen on her land with the same easy-going stride as she accepted everything else. Since there was work to be done and Chaaya didn’t have time to sit and chatter, she set that Queen up with a few of the gentler hellephants and let her doodle them for a bit. One of the other ranch hands made sure that the Queen had plenty of water while Chaaya ran through her chores and other administrative duties.

Somewhere around lunchtime though, Chaaya circled around to meet up with Saraswati in the form of bringing out a tray of edibles: roughly made bread, curried chicken, and plenty of roasted vegetables. “Lunch time!” she declared brightly, as she noticed that Saraswati was talking to Tanuk and showing him her drawing. “Tanuk, darling, don’t be rude,” Chaaya chided the hellephant playfully. “She’s showing you off!”

Tanuk made a sound something like a snort but curled his trunk towards the drawing.

“No eating it either,” Chaaya said, in warning to Saraswati. “He’ll stick anything in that mouth of his if you aren’t careful. You have no idea how many shirts some of us have gone through.” Chaaya took a seat and began helping herself to food. Again, no time for formalities – lunch would be brief because there was still a lot of work to be done before sunset.

As she dipped the bread into one of the sauces she had brought, she asked, “How long do you plan to stay with us? Not kicking you out or anything. I’m glad someone else is here to talk to them all. They like that, you know.”

Offline Saraswati Dara

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Re: Where the Hellaphants play
« Reply #2 on: Sep 19, 19, 03:28:42 PM »
A slight blush came over Saraswati's cheeks as Chaaya returned and added to her conversation with the hellephant. Of course the woman would return when the queen was in the middle of a one sided conversation with the animal. Young as she was Sara was very aware of looking foolish and preserving what formalities she could. After all she was already starting at a disadvantage of being kept squirrelled away.

"Lunch looks amazing." Good something else to focus on and the scents of savory foods and vegetables had her stomach grumbling. The rough homey bread was a favorite for the flavors it conveyed; more so when it was used to mop up the sauces from the meat. “ and it sounds like Tanuk is confusing himself with a goat.. I thought they were the ones terribly known for eating anything”
 
At Chaaya's warning she pulled the picture back before chiding the hellephant with the same phrase many parents of toddlers used "Look with your eyes not with your trunk.." Well not precisely the same but close enough even as she grinned good naturedly before moving to join the other woman on the ground. With the food there she was very aware she was hungry enough to eat a hellephant. Her stomach growled in impatient complaint as she waited for Chaaya to serve herself before starting to eat.

It would be a reminder to not eat too much. She wore the green and her body burned through food. More so when she had funneled some of her jeweled strength into the jungle around them to bleed off the excess. The moment she could politely do so Saraswati scooped up some of the curried chicken on a torn off wedge of bread before eating it with a happy little humming noise of approval.

"I am not certain. Not too long. I think after they are done loading up the carts we are to leave. Before sunset at the very latest" She didn't mind the lack of formality. Accustomed to living with the landen as she was; of pretending to be one of them Saraswati wasn't certain if she would even remember to act like a queen when she was finally allowed to be one. For a moment she focused on the food reminding herself to eat both vegetables and the curried meat and sauces. Blood could not live on just bread and amazing dips alone (as much as she was tempted to try).

"This is very delicious. Perhaps your cook would be interested in sharing the recipe." Good manners had her pausing in her eating despite being still hungry. She didn't want to outstripe the other woman and leave her hungry in her own home; or worse appear rude by licking the plates and bowls. There were days she cursed her Green jewel for all its power it came with the downside of needing more food and eating like a field hand trapped in a young woman's body.

"Though things do tend to taste better when surrounded by fresh air and lovely surroundings" A little wry grin was given as she eyed the bread and curry with a ravenous gaze that would have put  Tanuk's appetite to shame.


 

 

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