 12:53:53 Hey! Im cries-same as on Wolfplay
Was curious about this game so figured I would check it out:) |
12:44:47 McFossil| Also like driving fast but thatÂ’s a moot point. |
12:43:22 Wolf Burger (Leg)| Gem I mean sure, but I haven't ever been homesick <3 So if you want that side you can pm me but I'm going to bed as its late xD |
12:42:41 McFossil| Homesickness made me make an 80 mile trip that too 2 hours a 1 hour or less trip. So yeah. Home. I like home. |
12:24:33 Gem| This is completely random but could I interview someone about homesickness for a project? |
12:19:59 | Looking for literate RP partners. PM me. |
12:17:58 | Why does it keep breaking, sob |
12:17:04 -HEE Click-
How do we think he's gonna rate? |
12:14:20 Witchy| I cannot remember for the life of me how to do it |
12:14:01 Witchy| How do I find how many ribbons I have to earn to become a certain rank? |
12:08:29 Witchy| You can enter horses into shows until 12:10am GT right? |
12:03:27 Keonah| 235 i guess it is for all the hurry I can get in |
11:51:49 Rapcoon | Jester 11:50:16 Keonah| ahhhhh well that would be nice because I usually enter about 550 a night and I'm only at 55 lol |
11:49:41 Rapcoon | Jester | 12:10-12:15 if I recall correctly, though it may stop taking entries a little sooner |
11:47:19 Keonah| I thought from 12 to 1215 it was closed for running the script for results |
11:47:12 Storm| Still all day to enter tomorrow too. |
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Jora glanced up, a smile tugging at her lips as Sage appeared in the doorway, his presence filling the space. She wiped her hands on her apron, the smell of simmering herbs and something hearty hanging in the air. She’d been so focused on the stew, she hadn’t noticed him come in. “Almost done,” she replied, her voice soft but warm, like the stew itself. "Making a stew. Root vegetables, some herbs, a little bit of meat from the deer we got last week. You hungry?" Her eyes flicked over to the pot as he leaned in closer, his curiosity clear. She always enjoyed watching him work, how he built things so effortlessly, how he moved through the world with such purpose. It was always a bit of a surprise when he shifted from that practical, solid frame of mind to this softer, quieter presence—especially when he asked questions like this, as if he needed something more than just the work of the day. "Think it’ll be good for tomorrow's cold," she added, stirring gently. "If you want to help, you could set the table." |
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Sage hummed lightly as he took in her words, as well as the sight and scent of the bubbling concoction. It did smell amazing, and he didn't think his nose stopped twitching even as he nodded in response to her comment. "Alright," he hummed lightly, moving from her side to go grab some bowls and spoons, as well as mugs for water. It was a comfortable silence...both of them working quietly together, building towards a nice meal the two of them. He certainly appreciated it. And while his cooking skills definitely weren't up to par, and cooking together might just lead to messing dinner up, this was something he could easily do and help her with. And it was nice....this working together in the peace of their home, the delicious scent of the stew swirling around them, the soft bubbling of the broth the only noise around. |
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Jora watched Sage move around the kitchen, his focus on gathering the bowls and spoons, and she couldn't help but smile a little. There was something endearing about the way he worked, even if it was just the simple task of preparing for the meal. His ease in the quiet shared space, the way his eyes flicked to her now and then, as though making sure she was still there, felt like the kind of comfort she'd been longing for. She was used to silence, but this kind... the kind that was shared in the presence of someone you trusted, felt different. She glanced back at the stew, stirring it just a little more as the heat from the pot filled the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and spices. It was a quiet sort of satisfaction that came with moments like this—working side by side, no rush, no tension. Just the simple joy of being with someone who didn’t mind the quiet. Of course, Sage didn’t know much about cooking, but that didn’t matter. He was here, helping in his own way, and that was enough. Her thoughts drifted, the bubbling stew a backdrop to the warmth in her chest. This was good. |
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Sage moved to get the table set up, settling the bowls and spoons and mugs down in their spots at the table. He slid into his chair once that was done, sort of just watching her move about happily. It was nice, just watching her a movie about smoothly, doing her thing. He felt a soft smile grow on his face, more than fine with just lingering in the silence with her there. When the stew was done, which wasn't really long at all...really only a few minutes, she handed him the bowl and he took it gratefully, murmuring a sort of thanks to her and waiting for her to get her own bowl and join him before sipping at it. It was delicious, as her food always seemed to be, so he settled into a comfortable rhythm of downing it. |
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Jora couldn’t help but smile as she worked, her movements almost second nature now, and the steady rhythm of Sage’s quiet presence at the table was something she didn’t mind at all. It was a nice contrast to the busy thoughts she sometimes couldn’t shake—his calm, his unspoken ease. Every so often, she’d glance over and catch his eyes, as if he were memorizing her movements, which made something in her chest tighten pleasantly. When she handed him the stew, she was already starting to feel that familiar warmth of contentment settle over her. Watching him take his first sip, she could tell just from his reaction how much he appreciated the meal, and it made her heart swell a little. She joined him shortly after, sitting down with her own bowl and dipping the spoon in with a small grin. There was something just so... simple, so right about moments like this. No need for words, no pressure. Just the quiet comfort of being together. “Glad you like it,” she said softly, nudging him just a little, before she took her own first bite. She let herself sink into the flavor, not bothering to rush. There were days that felt full of noise and chaos, but this? This was the kind of peace that made everything else fade away. |
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Sage couldn't help but chuckle in response to Jora's comments as he worked at the food. "I have a feeling I'll enjoy anything you make," he noted lightly before settling into the rhythm of just...eating, the only noises the soft clink of the spoons hitting the bowls and the swish of the soup as it moved around inside the dishes. It really was good. He got seconds, as he normally did, and it did make him wonder how he ate this much and was still this small. Oh well. He had that thought often, but he did, admittedly, like that he could curl up with Jora and she was tall enough to wrap around him completely. Once they were done though, he moved to just wash the dishes up. That was their normal habits by then...she made dinner so he'd wash it all up. It just...seemed fair to him. Making all their meals couldn't be easy, and even if she enjoyed it, it was still work. Maybe not a physically taxing as building a fence or something like that, but definitely took a decent bit of work. |
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Jora had learned to recognize the subtle shifts in her body long before anyone else would. She had grown so attuned to every little sensation, each shift in energy, each change in her appetite, her emotions. But lately, something felt... off. At first, it was just a slight nausea in the mornings, the kind that made her stomach feel like it was slowly turning itself inside out, but it wasn't severe. She brushed it off, chalking it up to stress or maybe just needing a bit more rest. She'd been working hard, after all. It could just be that. But as the days went by, the nausea didn't go away. It lingered, sometimes settling in the pit of her stomach like a weight she couldn’t shake. That wasn’t the only thing, though. Her senses felt sharper than usual—colors seemed brighter, smells stronger, and even the feel of Sage's hand on her back when he hugged her made her feel like the entire world was wrapped up in that simple touch. Her appetite, too, was erratic. Some days, she couldn't bear the thought of food, and others, she was ravenous. But not just for anything—certain foods, foods that she had never really craved before, called to her in strange ways. It felt... odd. And then there were the dreams. Vivid, intense dreams that she woke from, disoriented, unsure of whether she had just experienced a waking vision or if they had been some sort of wild, untamable fantasy her mind had conjured up in her sleep. Her chest was heavier now, and there was a slight tenderness that had started under her skin. She knew that feeling all too well. It wasn’t until Sage had kissed her forehead one morning and asked if she was feeling okay, concern in his voice, that the realization really hit her. He hadn’t said anything specifically, but the way he looked at her, the way he gently cradled her face in his hand… It was like he was waiting for her to say something. And then it clicked. Oh, no. She hadn’t been wrong. Jora wasn’t sure how long she sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing in particular, the realization gnawing at her. But when the wave of nausea hit her again, stronger this time, she didn’t have to question it anymore. She slowly lifted a hand to her stomach, feeling the warmth there. A strange comfort. It didn’t feel like the sickness had anything to do with illness—this was something else. Something... new. She finally stood, walking slowly to the small table by the window where they kept the herbs. The faintest tremor ran through her fingers as she reached for the small vial she’d been holding onto, not sure why she had been keeping it, but now understanding why it had felt so... necessary. With a deep breath, Jora opened it, tipped the liquid into a small cup, and drank it without hesitation. There was a long pause as she set the cup down and stared out the window, not quite looking at anything. “Not sure how to feel about this,” she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. A sigh left her lips, but it wasn’t out of frustration. It was more like... an acceptance. Her gaze softened as she realized the truth. There was no way around it now. She was pregnant. Jora sat down slowly, her fingers brushing over her stomach again, the weight of the moment sinking in. She hadn’t really thought about it before. Or maybe she hadn’t wanted to. But now that she knew, she had to figure out what to do with that knowledge. Part of her felt a surge of something—something protective, something fierce. But then the other part of her was still... uncertain. There was so much to consider. Her life was different now. Would Sage want this? Would he feel overwhelmed? With a deep, steadying breath, Jora looked back at the door. She had to tell him. She would tell him. No more hiding behind the uncertainty. They had always been in this together, and this was no different. Her heart gave a little skip as she thought of him—his smile, his patience, the way he had always looked out for her, cared for her. She had no doubt that Sage would be there for her... whatever came next. Still, that didn’t make this moment any easier. And so, she waited. |
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Sage had worked on making their home perfect for the next few weeks. He and Jora had worked together quite a bit, though once she started to wake up not feeling well, he'd asked her to just stay in bed and rest for a few days while he finished working. They'd been doing a lot, he knew....fixing up the sheds, keeping the gardens and plants watered and growing healthy. Making a dock, and a boat they could use that was big enough to sail the ocean in but small enough they could manage themselves. It had been hard work. He'd come inside and just...collapsed on numerous occasions, too tired to even get under the covers or wash up much. Jora had chided him about working too hard a few times, but he wanted this to get done. He wanted there to be a perfect home for her here. For them. It was almost like he was begging her to stay forever, and maybe he was, a little bit. He knew she'd never leave...but aprt of him still pressed him to work hard. If he could get everything right, if he could make her work perfect, she'd never want to leave. It would never cross her mind. He'd work as hard as he could to make sure that never happened. She was too important to him. As of right now, though, he knew he'd have to come in for lunch and sit down for a while. Making a boat was hard work...he needed to eat something. Regain some of his strength. Refill his waterbottle, since it was easy to get severely dehydrated out here. He knew that all too well. Especially as hot as it was, and as sweaty as he got working out here. After a while of pressing on with an empty water bottle, though, he sighed and forced himself to put his tools down. Just a quick break. Grab something quick to eat, fill up the bottle, say hi to Jora and check in, and then get back to work. That was the plan. He couldn't just sit around doing nothing...things needed to happen. He wandered slowly towards the house, pausing outside the door to catch his breath and straighten his back, not wanting her to notice how much he was wearing himself down. It wasn't like he was hurting himself or anything....like he was still eating and drinking, and his body was strong enough to handle it all. But he had lost weight, and he was just...tired all the time. Achy. Oh well. He could rest once this was all done. He wandered inside after a moment, calling out a greeting to Jora, wherever she was, and moved to refill the water, taking a long drink from it before topping it off again and then grabbing an apple, practically collapsing onto the couch as he ate quickly. He was a bit worried about Jora...it had been nearly a week now she'd just looked ill. Not herself. Her eating patterns were messed up, and she'd said she'd been nauseous a few times. He hoped she'd be alright...she'd get over this illness or whatever it was soon. He hated seeing her mope around, feeling bad. And he obviously worried it was something worse than just a cold or stomach flu or...whatever. |
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Jora had been waiting for Sage, sitting by the window with her hands folded on her lap, watching the sunlight flicker through the trees outside. She knew he was pushing himself too hard, but there was little use in telling him that. It was how he was, and in some ways, she admired his determination. But it worried her, too. He always worked so tirelessly, as if he was trying to prove something to her, though she would never ask him to. When he walked in, looking worn out as usual, she forced a small smile and greeted him. He was always so focused on his projects, but she noticed how thin he'd become, how weary his movements were. She reached for a basket of bread she'd baked earlier, but something stopped her. Maybe it was the way he'd been looking at her lately—like he was waiting for something, like he was afraid she was going to disappear. Sage sat down quickly, taking an apple and drinking from the water jug, but his eyes lingered on her more than usual. She knew what he was thinking. Finally, she spoke up. "Sage… there’s something I need to tell you." Her voice was soft, but there was a certainty in it that hadn’t been there before. She paused for a moment, letting the words settle in her chest. She'd been holding this secret for a while now, but it felt right to tell him now, when they were finally alone, when the world felt still enough for something as life-changing as this. "I'm… pregnant, Sage," she said quietly. "We're going to have a baby." The room seemed to hold its breath for a long moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea how he'd take it—how he’d feel—but she knew that no matter what, this was the right thing to say. They'd built a life here together, and now it was time to take the next step. |
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Sage had kept an eye on Jora as he sat down, exhausted but knowing she also wasn't feeling her best. He had to stay strong for her, and that meant not having to his wishes to just lay around like they'd started off with. But that wasn't going to happen....not anytime soon. Once he finished things up, he could take a bit of time to rest. But a boat was important. They had their canoe to get from Island to island and such ....but to travel any further in case of an emergency or supplies they'd need or.... anything, they'd need a bigger boat. With a cabin and storage and the likes. But he was worried about Jora. She didn't feel good, he knew, even if she wouldn't always admit it. He couldn't really judge since he did the same thing ....but still. He was worried about her. At her comment, he sort of looked over at her with a cocked head, mind racing as he waited for her to continue, chewing his bite more slowly. Was something wrong? Had he done something wrong? There were a lot of questions running through his mind all of a sudden....half of which he knew would never happen but his brain still liked to torture him with. Of course, at her next comment, he sort of froze, eyes widening and slowly bringing the apple down from his face where he'd been about to take another bite. "Mine," he asked dumbly, since it would obviously have been his. He didn't really need to have an answer to that. That was stupid. But his mind was reeling, and he sort of just sat there, quite obviously processing the news. After a moment he blinked and sat up from where he was just lounging. A smile slowly formed on his face though, clearly excited to have a family with her. "Then we'll have to have the boat and dock finished soon enough to get you to the mainland before you get to where you need a doctor. And I'll have to extend the house so it can have it own room and we'll need a crib and..." He sort of babbled happily for a bit like that. It was good news. Or...was it? How did she feel about this? She hadn't really said. He halted and paled, whirling towards her and just....staring, clearly terrified out of his mind she wouldn't want it now, despite trying to hide it. "I mean....it is a good thing...right," he sort of asked heasitantly. Quietly. "You're not mad?" It was probably a dumb question, but as of then his entire past was coming back to haunt him. God, what if she didn't want it? She could go bkc to the island and get rid of it. She could just take off and leave him here. What if she was realizing this was real and that her stupid teenage fantasies didn't mean she truly loved him, wanted to be here? By then, his mind was a mess, every worst possibility flying through his head, and he was just barely holding himself together. Keeping him from outright panicking, though he was definitely doing that inside. His blood was pounding in his head and breathing so raspy he wasn't even sure if she'd responded or not until he heard her speak up again. |
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