video | seelie locked + some personal locks

[chromosomes]

[ Having left Redgate on horseback with a promise to return when he can, John hadn't really had a plan. The war has become a hard thing to swallow, having seen the devastation the dragon had more or less accidentally done to the village. He'd given the funds Kaldur had sent to Alyosha, presented in front of all as a donation to help with restorations, and he hopes it helps. More than that, he hopes that being away from there makes it a bit safer.

If nothing else, the birds seem to have followed him, chirping and squawking all the way along the road to Daonna's fairy ring. His horse hadn't been particularly pleased about it, and it isn't too pleased now, either, in the camp John's made for the night. He's in the wilderness, close to the edge of Loch Noa, and it's sunset -- John isn't particularly sure whether or not he wants to see if the stories about a ghost girl and her dog are true, but he had to stop somewhere.

There are long strands of fur left on his shirt and he plucks them off. They appear white, but are actually transparent -- polar bear fur. A hint of blue can, likewise, be seen behind him. He's been collecting feathers, and using them. ]

Anyone else looking for the feather thief? If you're in the area, my camp's open.

locked to the krew + legolas + clara + arya;
You all doing okay?

2. [Video | Locked to Seelie]

[scramasax]

[Another visual transmission flicks on today! This chap's looking a bit weary, alertly distracted - hesitating away from the feed a bit, fidgeting - and then starts by locking eyes on it and excusing himself with a small clumsy clear of his throat. His voice is direct, good 'n anchored low, but a bit shaky and young. Got to make the point for anything it's worth, and make it quick, but he can't seem to spare the delivery much focus, both out of a bit of haste and tiredness.]

Ah -- who is... seeking? The feathers of the bird king.

Should it, er -- be of use to any, I may have -- I may have found a trail, beginning in the mountains near the Eithne forest. It moves -- north. It -- it seems I found it by scent. [Shakes his head.] Inad - inadvertently. Thus I suppose, hould anyone go seeking with a dog -

Or if my position is close to anyone who'd follow, I'd follow you. I've been following - [Following, following, following.] - for a couple of days. I doubt how long I could carry on on my own --

[But what's the point of voicing that, really; damned if he's not going to keep following. Cuts himself off there, and with a thought, ducks his head in a small bow with a decisive knit of his brow. Mumbles his close.]

May that be, erm -- some contribution to the search, er - please. Pardon me.

[Closes that for now, and... time to get back on the move...]

video; locked to the unseelie court

[digophelia]

Hello.

[ Alice has finally figured out how to lock this to her court! Yay. Well, no, the female imp she's befriended has figured out how to set that up for her. Awkward hellos aside, Alice clears her throat and speaks like she's been reading from a script.

So she's been rehearsing.]

As I am sure that you are all aware, there have been efforts to recover those feathers. I am not sure how far along the others are, but might I ask who would be interested in conjoining search efforts?

[She is not good at these things; Alice tosses her hair and opts to use a more casual tone, rolling her eyes at herself.]

I am at the station still, but I can make my way towards any parts of Drabwurld that need more unseelie hands. I will say I would prefer to go with the group I traveled with to the Redgate, but as far as others go, well. Maybe I prefer my own court.

two | video ( open to both courts )

[allures]

[the locket is being carried, facing outwards, around the castle of caer scima. the feed isn't too bumpy, but it does sway a bit, jerking around every so often as effy avoids tripping over rocks or branches. she's fairly far away from the castle, but that doesn't seem to bother her. every so often she stops, marking a tree with a sharp rock, to be sure she knows her way back.]

Okay.

[she stops momentarily to adjust the locket, turning it around so it shows her face. with her free hand, she tucks the rock away in her pocket and holds up one blue feather, twisting it around quickly between her fingertips.]

It really isn't too hard to find these, is it? They're everywhere.

[fortunately, for her, she doesn't seem to be feeling (or experiencing) the effects of the feathers just yet. she's found two already, within the past hour and a half or so. the effort isn't exhausting, so she's enjoying it. it's like an easter egg hunt. she's only doing it for the sake of figuring out boons, though.]

If anyone wants to come looking, text me.

[or they can follow the marked trees outside of the castle. they're pretty in-your-face.]

Oh, and if anyone's by the station, I'd like a few smokes. Thanks.

[and with that, the locket is closed, ending the feed.]

( ooc: feel free to find her wandering about looking for feathers around caer scima! or, alternatively, find her on her way back. whatever works for you :) )