Caught In The Rain

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Day : 43rd
Month : Tessera
Year : Year 81378

The light crunching of leaves under large, bipedal Pendragon feet sounded through the crisp Tessera morning, just along the edge of a quaint forest - a few miles due North of Magi Lake's crystalline waters. Feet were socked with deep scarlet-orange fur, resembling an odd mix of colour - like the dancing flames of a burning fire, and golden-caramel leavesm like those curled up on the earth, having fallen from the trees they once resided in.

These large feet belonged to a gentle shepard - an animal hearder. His name was Benvolio Autumn, a Pendragon of the wild. A master in the art of shape-shifting, and self-trained martial arts. His whole body, was covered in a layer of thick fur, hue as black as the dead of night - all except these flaming leave coloured 'socks', which adorned each of his feet and hands. Short, scruffy and spiked tresses, flopping to one side of his face also resided in this hot colour, as did the flame that flickered silently at the end of long, thin and somewhat feline tail.

On his left haunch, rest a delicate marking, which can only be seen clearly when the large male stood tall and still long enough for a good look. It too, was a ginger-orange colour, and shaped like a forked oak leaf and curling stem, lined with three tiny dots. This symbol was in honour of his last name, and his favourite time of year - Tessera.

Large, jet black male continued along his path, just along the edge of the golden-brown forest, each small leave having been touched by the essence of Tessera. In right hand, the male held many long nooses of thin, black leather. In his left, scarlet-socked hand, he held a long staff, a tool he used both for his martial art practices, and sheparded the small heard that he heald so dear to his heart. The same, hooved heard of eight that followed silently, and closely behind him, following their master and his wooden staff.

These small critters, were eight young daneyrian - much like small versions of the earthen-based deer. They're pelts were a fine blue, each one a different shade. Though, all were blotched here and there with black, two ebon stripes crossing their thin noses. Atop each small deer-like head, was a long, thin white horn, like that of the legendary unicorn. Every tiny black hoof trotted quietly along, small beady eyes of every daneyrian searching this way and that for a few moments alone, before checking back to see whether Benvolio was still ahead. To get lost would be terrible.

Tall black male, with a trim form due to his constant noradic hearding continued at a steady pace along the pathway, listening to the gentle crunching of leaves under foot. Mis-matched occulars, one yellow, and the other orange, glanced back at his small heard of eight, each one of which look back up at him in one, odd, synchonised movement. A light smile drew across jet black muzzle at the sight of his children, thought it quickly vanished soon after, at the feel of a raindrop tapping his nose. Head was tilted skyward, only to be greeted by dozons of ashen-grey storm clouds, which had crept over them like dangerous predators.

Soon, another drop followed the first. Then another, and then another. Within seconds, it seemed as thoguh the sky was falling, sheets and sheets of cold rain throwing themselves to the earth.

"Damn.."

Benvolio muttered quietly to himself, mis-matched occulars falling back to his eight daneyrian. Clicking the fingers of his right hand, each set of long blue-black ears perked, a few stumpty tails wagging, ready to follow their master. Grin drew across ebon muzzle once more, as Benvolio turned inwards, walking at a hurried pace into the auburn forest. The eight gangly, long-leged critters followed, and each soon found themself in a foliage-covered clearing, the thick red-brown canopy above holding off the rain. Turning back to face his heard, the Autumn wanderer grinned, sitting himself down on fallen tree branch.

Tails wagging, the eight daneyrian hopped this way and that, happy to be out of the rain - but never wandering to far from their master. Eventually, some began to graze on the odd patch of grass, a few curling up near Benvolio's feet, watching the others. The jet black male remained silent, watching his beloved azure creatures, and listening to the strong rain try to break through the canopy.</span>

 

Light, tufted paws of extreme white hit the forest floor. To say this pup was albino was an understatement...the white of her fur was so stark that it nearly shocked the vision of another pendragon. Her eyes were blue, rich and deep. She was just a pup, but the most beautiful pup one could imagine...it was as if she was born from a dream, thick, albino feathered wings grace the child's back, looked a little too big for her. Her ears was big, and she pitched them back and forth, listening intently...

She looked lost, but it was as she always looked. What was a pup doing alone, so young, innocent, vulnerable? Shouldn't she be at school? Questions arose around her from pendragons she met during her travels...She had to travel...she had to find "them"...

The shocking factor of the pup, if not struck dumb by her beauty, was her intelligence...she had been taught by a wise old one, who adopted the pup and her sister when they just hatched, and never sent them to schooling but kept them for herself in a mountainous area, secluded. When she died, the pups were left to fend for themselves, and feat not impossible with their learnings...

For this pup was on a journey. She was incredibley telepathic, though not so much as her sister...so it was an often thing to catch this pup off-guard...

Which was something she did not want, especially in this forest. It looked peaceful, but she has learned that this does not necessarily mean anything. The sudden crunching of dead leaves under heavy feet stopped her dead in her tracks...they came closer...and it sounded as if there were a good many of them..."nine" she thought to herself, "although one, one is different..." she didn't know precisely what was coming her way...her skill were not so defined as Woe's...the other's...Unfortunately she could not help her...the pup sat still, frightened...the pitter patter of rain on the leaves of the canopy above could be heard..."they must be looking for a place to stay...in that case...." she lifted her wings to the air and positioned herself nicely on a branch.

He entered, and she thought him very strong. He...He was a pendragon, followed by eight creatures of a like she had never seen before. "So that's it, then..." she said to herself. She crept down the branch to get a closer look. Her soft, downey pup fur glistened as a few stray raindrops fell on her...the cool water startled her a she moved slightly, only to be greeted by a loud crack. THe branch disappeared under her, down she went, landing with a heavy thump on the ground, about twenty feet from the herder and his strange creatures...

 

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Strands of thick, ebon fur began to rise on the male's back as he sat in proud silence, feeling the strong presence of another. Close by. Trying not to be seen. A threat. Emitting no single sound, the leather straps were placed on the ground, free hand then taking a place on the staff. Rising to scarlet-socked feet, each of the small eight daneyrian turned their heads to watch. Why was their master standing? Were they to travel again already? before the rain had stopped.

CRACK.

Ears of the trim male immediately perked, mis-matched optics glaring at the direction of the sound. Each of the azure shaded daneyrian's eyes had widened slightly in pure fear, gangled legs hurrying, carrying each body to hide behind their proud master, Benvolio.

Large male took a few silent steps forward, a single movement of the end of the staff signaling for his heard to stay put. With that, a mere twenty feet away, a heap of pure white hit the ground with a nasty thump. Teeth were bared in protection, the nomadic Pendragon showing his loyalty and devotion to them. He had taken up a fighting stance, ready to attack the intruder with his wooden staff. It was then, that the previously labelled 'attacker' stirred.

A child? A small, winged, white child. After a few moments, the staff was lowered, blackened male taking a few long strides forward. Remaining ever silent, the blue deer-like critters watching intently, he held out a scarlet-socked paw to the child, to help her up.</span>

 

The pup, terrified, didn't even open her eyes...she was afraid of what he'd do to her...She saw him enter the clearing, and he didn't seem like one who liked to play games, and she thought, "Well this is it then, I'm going to die"...

Of course this was the over-exaggerated mind of a child...she opened one eye, the colour seeming to change from a dark blue to a paler shade, and saw he was extending his hand out and offering her a lift up. She grinned, wincing, embarrased and a little hurt. She took his offer, grabbing his hand of flame-hue. She thought it quite unusual, the colour. When she seated herself on her haunches she couldn't look at him directly, adverting her eyes and clutching her side, where it seemed her had a bruised rib. SHe didn't speak, fear choked her and she was afraid this male was not too happy to see her...

But he didn't seem the sort. She felt his love for the cool, crispness of the air, his love of the colours that swirled around them, the love of the small but sturdy animals that followed him...speaking of which she thought them quite beautiful and wanted to embrace one, pet it and walk it around. But she thought this quite a stupid idea seeing the predicament she was in and waited for her certain punishment...because of course he was going to do something awful, right? Like poke her eyeballs out? The wild imagination went back to determining what was going to happen next...

 

OOC: (Sorry about the length of my posts... I promise they will get shorter along the way.)
IC:

You will never leave me, will you? The thought balanced on the thin line of her mind glowing a faint, dimly lit red in aggravation and protest of the sudden, egging pain waltzing down through the corners of her head; in silken dresses, that hurt along the edges like blood-tainted knives. A wave of colors had washed across the Magi Lake in emotional firebursts around her - onyx and reds, the shades of autumn roses, and the crisp, beautiful white that left a sudden fear clutching at her breath.

And Akiva had searched for distance, amongst other things. Her rounded, triangular ears perked up as she watched from across the lakes to the rainsoaked forest, small, of emerald leaves and spiky, red thorns. Against the pain of the thought, she drew a sigh, and felt a slight absence of the storms that were raging in her head, clad with a partially light blue cape; it clung lazily to her shoulders, the cold waters of the misty sky bringing them together. The light blue tone had been sprayed with tiny bits of dust and soot and blanketed in pure raindrops, like a queen's high-gown being decorated with roseate enthusiasm. She felt more as an object for viewing. She could not, after all, even contain her own feelings anymore. And objectified as such, and seeing herself from the outside more than she ever previously had, she moved towards the stunted forest, to seek other emotions. The soft pitter patter of rain emmitted from the nebulous clouds, and filled up her ears.

A sigh escaped Akiva’s lips, as she fiercely dove into one bush, tearing apart a few branches, the thorns, tinted red, cutting slightly into her left forearm. She clenched her teeth, brushing lightly over the three, small scars left there. It was not painful, not at all, it merely stung – a bit more than necessary to Akiva though, for she wasn’t used to pain.

Her fingers, soaked in an alabaster color, drew apart each leaf gently, as she moved through, her eyes continuously darting between each flower, plant, tree... searching. Her thin feet slapped against the multitude of fallen, fire-toned leaves and brown pebbles. They were covered in thin, downy strands of a color like caramel, the toes in white socks, and other, absent patches of thicker, ruffled fur. Though she was bi-pedal, her legs moved softly to the mute beat of the morning, and stepped as accurately as any set of a quadruped's hind legs. Along the left haunch sat the tattoo of the Dylpamgasul, withering and carmine in the forest of Tessera. No voices, but faint sounds emanated from the entrance of auburn, into a brightening of tall trees, reaching with wrinkled fingers towards the faint sunlight. As she moved aside branches and carefully drew the flowers away from the attention of her feet, she peered inside the rounded clearing, two silhouettes of pendragons materializing before her. First, her head reached through, then backwards, and she let her whole body dump down the hillside.

She stood on her feet, smoothing out the folds of her cloak, and drawing down the hood; her crimson hair welled out in fine, flyaway locks, only a slight humidity to them from the rain. Drawing a sigh of relief, she felt the overwhelming passage of feelings, expectations and fear, flowing through the pup, as she accepted the paw that a male had extended to her, jet black with a bright red tail-flame, reflecting against her own viridian irises.

Akiva banished the feelings and paced quickly towards them, a light smile, that she hadn't really wanted to give, curling up her lips. "H-hello," She stammered, not meaning for it to come as such a shudder, and not knowing whether it was from the cold, or the sudden fear of these unknown, blue creatures drawing up against the adult, male pendragon.

 

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OOC| Sunshine, you're posts have a fantastic, poetic feeling to them. Well done. (:

IC|

Mis-matched gaze hovered firmly over the small, polar-coloured female, whom seemed to have fallen from the skies with an almighty thump. She had taken his hand, and been pulled up, but still she sat. On a closer observation, the onyx male noticed that she were clutching her side. ~Ah, poor thing must've bruised a rib in the fall..~ The silent male thought to himself, a barrier built up around mind, blocking the female from reading his thoughts. He knew that most females of the Pendragon species were born with the gift of telepathy - so precautions had to be taken. He had trained himself to hold a barrier around his thought, disabling any nosey little female's from taking a peek. One's mind was sacred, and others had no place of business there.

Still no sounds emitted from soft, jet-black throat, the male's gaze ever present on the snowy-white female. He had seen her gaze dart to his daneyrian a few times, not unlike any other child that has seen them in passing. It was not uncommon for others to want to pet them, and fus over them, for they were infact, each one a different shade of blue - irresistable. Of course though, with their meat so delectable, a delicacy in most places - Benvolio had to be frightfully careful of whom were to go near them. This child though, did not appear a threat.

Still noting her gaze as it darted every now and again to his daneyrian, a small, but friendly and welcoming grin curled up into his muzzle. With the raise of one hand, and the quiet movements of one finger, he beckoned the small, polar-hued female into the main part of the clearing, so that she could sit comfortabley on one of the logs or tree stumps that resided in a reasonably large circle. In the middle of which, one of the daneyrian had already started a small pile of twigs, having found collecting sticks and placing them in the middle of the circle an interesting game. Of course though, it knew that these sticks would soon become an odd ball of dancing scarlet - due to the magic of their master.

After beckoning the child, large male turned on his heels, walking back to his place on the tree stump. Each of the small, eight daneyrian had eyes fized on the female in slight fear and confusion,still residing silently behind their master. Smile playing about charcoal features, fingers were clicked once more, calming the azure critters. One of which, seeing that the child was not a threat, took to trotting over slowly, soon only a few feet away, curious.

Mis-matched occulars stayed firmly on the sticks, waiting. The presence of another drawing closer could be felt, and until they arrived, there would be no point wasting the soon-to-be fire. With these thoughts, a small timid shudder of a voice sounded, the male's heard turning, just like each of the daneyrian.

H-hello.

Another female. Vivid scarlet tresses, longer, but not unlike his own. Caramel fur, socked and patched with white. And finally, caped in blue. Yes, this one appeared fine. No potential threat to him or his heard, nor to the small white child, which now had a curious blue critter only a foot away from her.

For the first time heard by someone other than the daneyrian in the clearing, the jet black, scarlet-socked male spoke. His voice, was one that would not been expected from a creature of the wild - but certainly for one with such a loyal devotion to his heard. It was soft, and laced with friendly tones, welcoming, and of no threat.

"Greetings. Come, join us."

These were the only words he spoke in greeting, directed of course to the child - partially. Remarks was short but sweet, soft and gentle. A welcoming invitation to those around, to sit, and wait whilst the rain overhead passes. Benvolio was well aware of the fact that soon, the clearing would be very cold, as the growing winds and harsh sheets of rain mixed with the crisp, early-morning air. Dark male was prepared for this, though. Gaze locked onto the pile of twigs, which the small daneyrian had eventualy lost interest in. One hand was estended outwards, open, with palm facing the small pile. Under his breath, the large one muttered a few words, making sure that the others were unable to hear properly. With these words, an few tiny embers began to spark within the sticks, soon bursting into an average-sized fire, flames dancing and lickign upwards.</span>

 

The pup, glancing up at the older male, cocked her head the the side..."Whas he thinking, love?" she thought to herself, often refering to herself in third person, because she spent most of her time alone and spoke to herself many times...for she was her only company... The pup could tell this male didn't want her prodding around his thoughts, and she didn't push...she didn't want to, being a little nervous she eyed the daneyrians with a fascinated gaze. When a smile crept to his maw she knew he saw that she adored the animals...she didn't have to creep around his mind like a burglar slinking in the shadows of another's house.

When he beckoned her to follow she grinned...wincing a little, she followed, lightly stepping on dead leaves and twigs that made no noise beneath her feet...the pain in her side caused little limping...it wasn't horribly painful...just slightly...

When she stopped she found the animals were quite near to her...in fact, one was nearly several feet away...she thought them beautiful...so...

She put her paws to the floor, whispered words of secret wisedoms, and the ground below her soft paws glew a bright, green colour...when she removed her paws there grew a two foot by two foot patch of soft gricklegrass and Fhaus...tasty things for the animals to eat...and she squeeled softly in glee as one approached, only a foot away from her...

But at that moment a voice was heard, "H-Hello," amongst the opening of the clearing, and she was was spooked. She lifted her gaze in that direction, her eyes turning very pale, and watched the newcomer. She was multi-hued, cloaked, and was fragranted by the scent of search, of journey...SHe was not the only one who saw her, the older male turned to look as well, while all of the Daneyrians shot the attention to her as well...and when the male offered welcomes to what seemed like them both the pup watched the animals and spoke to the female, "come...sit" though the voice lingered in the air the pup did not mouth the words.

But yet another voice emerged from the shadows, one that seemed very sure of himself...himself...male. The pup looked in his direction and noted the chocolate fur and coat...a farmer...she knew it as she looked at him...but sat still, shivered, surrounded by more pendragons than she had ever been around in a good many years...since she could remember.

 

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At the sound of another voice, the nomadic hearder lifted his head silently once more, mis-matched gaze falling plainly on the newcomer. A male, unlike the other two that had stumbled across the clearing so far.

Well, well, well. What might you three be up to?

Now surely, that was pretty obvious, wasn't it? Sat around a fire under a thick canopy, whilst sheets of cold rain threw themselves from the skies. But, none the less, Benvolio wasn't one to be rude - to not respond in such an inpolite manner. Especially, when the other conversing was another male - adult, and quite cocky, after first opinion. Very sure of himself - or so it appeared. Gentle tones sounded once again, in response to the other.

"Simply sheltering from the rain, Sir. Would you care to join us?"

The invitation was simple - ebony hued male lifting one paw, and flicking his wrist slightly, waving for the other to come and sit, and lavish in the fire's ring of pur warmth. Other than this, the male stayed quiet, mis-matched gaze forever checking back on each of his eight daneyrian - most of which were hurrying to the patch of bright grass, in front of the snowy-white female. They could tell that their master trusted her - so indeed, they would too. </span>

 

OOC: (Thankye.)
BIC:

A daneyrian was an odd creature, and she had not yet realized this. To some extent, they were rare creatures, and it wouldn't seem odd to a single being, if she had not come across them up until this point. Though as it was, she might very well have seen one or two at a rare occasions - and Fania would have told her, and did tell her, that a soul like Akiva's would rather have its body drowned in soft dunes of grass, and stick its slippery, jet black nose into the most common, butter-tinted Pueti - much rather than watch these marvellous and gentle, cerulean beings, each one different to the other, by a shade of blue or the length of its white horn. It resembled marble, she thought, if only a little bit. But she discarded them, thoughts, and kept a short distance from the eight beings.

Her gaze shifted from them. Fania wouldn't know, Fania had loved everything that could touch and breathe, but as much liking her older sister took towards flora, angst cluttered up the pendragon's feelings whenever the next link of the food chain sensed her presence. And she couldn't, wouldn't, breathe.

She forced herself to, though. The male had looked at her for a split-second, and in her silence, she appreciated his acknowledgement of her being. She observed quietly as he moved, lighting a fire - and he couldn't hide it, his power - or skill rather, as most of the furred beings in Ramath-lehi had grown to appreciate it as. She sunk to the ground in mixed languor and the mere anxiety that she drew with each breath of the daneyrian, and focused her glance to the fire he had lit, calm in its mild shades of coral and red. She shot up at the sudden song of thought, the voice, her voice, and as she realized that she had heard too many voices drumming inside her head, than should be heard in a lifetime, she raised her look to the female pup, layered in soft, white fur, bearing the youth.

What, Akiva hesitated and rested a paw against her brown-hued cheek - regaining her voice, tempted to pierce her lower lip with the sharp lining of a fang, What is your name? She looked straight into the eyes of the other femme, beckoning her to use her voice. Real voice.

Voices. Behind her, another one shot up, and she plucked up a handful of burgundy tresses that had fallen into her face, nestling them in closeness to the softer spots of fur below around her ears - only for the hair to fall again, in a matter of a moment. And all the while, her eyes wandered, from one nameless stranger to another, even the newcomer. But there was relative silence, the smell of spices, autumn, and rare, orange flowers on the wind.

And she had never felt more comfortable in her life.

 

The down of the pup's soft, light fur fell down messily over her face, an eerie mist, seemingly, followed the pup whereever she went...like an everlasting fog over a green pasture...when the femme's inquisition arose the pup looked at her deeply but said nothing. The stillness was not awkward but beautiful, the silence was a sweet mixture of melody and lyrical bliss, where no melody need be played and no words need be sung. Finally, though, the pup spoke, and the words were sweet, like honey, gentle and nature-oriented, and it seemed almost as though she were speaking more to the strange, unicorn-like animals rather than the inquisitor...but she answered the question with a like, "Suffer...", morose in tone. And the pup looked up.

She eyed the femme for a moment, the blue of her eyes drifting into various shades of blue as she does so. She does not look at the ebon male nor the chocolate but only the femme, and returns the question. The oddity of this child is plain. And as the little Daneyrian falls around her patch of green grass she lifts her strange gaze, and drops it to the animals, suddenly grinning with pup-like fervor and regaining the youth she so seemingly lost in the brief moment before...

 

"Akiva," she replied in a quiet, monotone voice, as if she had repeated her name to thousands of other pendragons besides this one pup. But through all her efforts, she could not recollect a memory of formally introducing herself.
She smiled, and gave a slight nod at the stranger rich in colour, fur the shade of a corn she could only remember by taste. Even still, her eyes rested on the youngest one, now brimming with such energy and infinite pulchritute in the purity of her... she didn't know, couldn't recall, if she had spotted it in the depths of cerulean, or in the spirit of the pup. Purity.

Her silence had developed to a recrudescent illness after Fania's passing, and conversation was hardly the reflection her tattoos represented. They were plants and flowers, vines and a rare, scented blossom in efflorescence. The one quality she had come to appreciate most in the flora was their silence. Did you ever see the beauty in noise? Voices?

She stared intently at her hind paws, the slightest fault of her rounded claws now glaringly visible. In a way, she found no need to strike up other conversation, let alone mention her surname; at the very prelude to this quartet, she had found, after all, so few words in the core, around this fire. She rose her head, and in quiet wonder, her eyes followed the newest pendragon, and carefully watched each motion as he spoke to the raven male. Listened to each syllable.

 

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Jet black male continued to sit in content in front of his small, flaming creation, senses keeping a firm lock on each single daneyrian, alert and aware. He would let nothing happen to them, his children. Though, now, all eight of them were happily grazing by the polar-coloured child, obviously pleased by her impressive ability. Mis-matched gaze soon lifted from the dancing embers, and gently fell on those of the other male. He was curious about the gangley, blue critters. Most likely, especially from the look of him, he too worked in animals. Perhaps a farmer? Leaving the two females to their silent communication, darkened one replies to the other of his kind.

"Indeed, every one of them. My eight, beloved daneyrian."

One brow raised ever so slightly, a light smile curling into wild lips. The best way to describe this look, was that Benvolio was curious about the other male's curiousity.

"You appear to have taken an interest in my heard. Do you deal in Mammilian Fauna, also, per chance?"</span>

 

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Clawed hands gripped loosely around the staff, Benvolio's odd gaze stared gently into the fire - though one floppy ear was perked up, an indication to show that he was still listening to the other farmer. He spoke of owning a farm - something that didn't come as a suprise to the scarlet-socked male. He looked the type, another Pendragon of the wild, so to speak - caring for others as well as himself.

A light smiles draws over features at more questioning of his Daneyrian. The other certianly was curious. But, then it couldn't be said tht Benvolio wouldn't have liked to have heard more about these Kyffen, Ohrayyins and Chuchips. He had only ever dealt in these particular eight Daneyrian.

"They do have many good qualities, I must say. They're pelt's are oddly soft and well kept, and they're ivorn horns apparently get a fair price in trade. Though, of course I would never rid one of them of their priceless horn, or delectable coat. I've always felt that fur should stay where it is put. Most Pendragons were born with the stuff, so they don't need any more - especially from these little beauties."

His head lifted a little as he spoke, gaze falling on the eight blue critters, each of which formed a small group, curled around the edge of the grassy sqaure - feasting. At the sound of their masters voice, the smallest of the eight, a female, a doe, turned it's heard. Ears perked, and stumpy tail wagging like a happy dog, it turns from it's eating position, and trots on thin legs to the onyx male. Resembling an excited puppy, it sniff the end of the staff, before creeping sheepishly to it masters side, rising up on hind legs, and placing front legs on one large Pendragon leg for support. Tail continued to wag furiously, as one, ginger-orange paw rises from the staff to fuss over the blue critters head, stroking down the neck gently, and repeatedly.

"Unfortunately, a lot of them a bred simply for meat. Quite a delicacy - apparently. Tender and juicy - one of the nicest tastes around.. But I tell you, if I were to ever catch a meat-eater near my Daneyrian, they'de get a good talking to from the staff."

A light grin waves over black features, as gaze lifts to meet that of the other male.</span>

 

Akiva shifted, her hind legs grazing the tips of grass, and, using her digitigrade front paws, she levelled her shorter form to be in proper eyesight to the others - as not to feel like a lowly Vjyd, or a creature of the likes, downgraded to always cast their glance up at the Pendragons. They can jump, though. She didn't care much for them, and she dug her claws into the moldable soil. The grass sent a faint scent through her nostrils as she fidgeted with its roots. Eos Ichabod, her mother, had always insisted that she fidgeted too much.

It hadn't been her fault. Really. Fania had distracted her, and her pencils itched unceasingly against the paper of her schoolwork.

Their pelts are oddly soft and well kept, and their ivory horns apparently get - She paused to consider, and rather than observing the azure mammals, her thoughts began to drift and imagine, because, her mother had always said this, children who fidget a lot are good at imagining; but there was such a disappointment to the voice - her mother was scented with a raspberry perfume, and Akiva had felt the hurt inside her own stomach. The same way she felt it when her mother had looked at her - she was out asking, if Fania could have a pet...

"Maybe a Daneyrian..." Akiva became aware of herself, and instantly drew out the claws fromt the soil, causing herself to jump, and screw up her spine and back muscles in a vain attempt to remain balanced. Her shoulder screeched as it snapped against the dirt and grass - she noticed the deep pools which made up the eyes in one face of a daneyrian. Smiling faintly, she nudged her body to move - and moved, sitting upright again, with a ginger blush gracing her cheekbones. She laughed softly, and though her voice had its dissonant passages, she had taken on so many attributes of a green house, that it would sound like autumn rain against faltering ashen-green leaves of a Tupmatt Sjaa. Sorrowful healing.

But she smiled, consistently. "What I meant to say is," she began, smiling at the different-hued eyes of the darker male, "They are beautiful creatures. I have never dealt with animals myself," Briefly, she eyed the brown Pendragon, the farmer, "but you are certainly right in loving them."
She paused, then added out of a need in the depths of her, "My sister wanted one, once. We never saw any at the fairs quite as lovely as these." And she cloaked her fears for a while.

 

The pup remained silent, pawing at the grass, expanding the little patch of sweet flora as more of the Daneyrian came her way...her eyes took on the colour of the animals, and she watched them, connecting to them...as if she were...talking to them? But no, that could not be.

The light conversation filtered around her soft ears, and she watched the animals until the femme she had spoken to fell, in which case she perked her ears up and glanced in her direction...she seemed to be drifting in the oceans of memory, and Suffer watched until she regained herself and spoke of the Daneyrian...the animals she had grown already so fond of...
She lay, stretched out her bright, feathered wings, which seemed now to be much too big for her indeed, and them wrapped them around her, shivering...the cold had started to settle in, and invade the small area in which the quartet were located...Suffer let her soft gaze fall on each of her new companions and linger.