08-07-2019, 07:40 AM
It has taken him this long to put the two together, but Pteron realizes what Vastra reminds him of as she frowns at him and swallows a scream. She is like the pampas cat he had found as a child, though its leg was broken rather than a wing. It had hissed ferociously, baring its sharp needle teeth to warn him away. He’d been unable to communicate his good intentions to the creature and had ended up leaving it be. Day later, though, he’d found a bloody-beaked falcon standing over a familiar grey-brown body. He hadn’t been able to save the cat.
The memory and realization make him all the more determined to save this golden mare.
If the worst he gets out of it are a few sharp words that will still be better than not trying. The pampas cat had sharp claws too.
The sharp scream of pain causes him to wince in sympathy, startled enough that he does not have time to hide it. She does not seem the sort to want witnesses to her weakness. So rather than ask if she is really ready, he nods his head to her gesture for him to being to lead the way. Pteron nearly takes a step before he realizes she means to speak again, and he pauses with flicked forward ears. Is this when she means to send him away with a hiss, he wonders, as sure that she can handle herself as the pampas cat had been?
But no, she thanks him instead, and the protests about her needing help die on the back of his tongue.
“Of course,” he replies, “I wasn’t raised to leave a...anyone behind, even a stranger.” He almost says something along the lines of ‘a pretty face’, but does remember himself in time. His ability to read a conversation is far from fully developed, but he does have at least a small amount of sense. The mare has said less than a handful of words since their meeting, and Pteron wonders if perhaps a healer can also fix whatever is causing that. He supposes it is possible that Vastra is just the quiet and awkward type, but surely a healer will be able to fix it if she is not.
“We should make it to Silver Cove by noon, I think. Let know know if you need a break.”
And he steps forward to lead the way along the moonlight path.
@[Vastra]
The memory and realization make him all the more determined to save this golden mare.
If the worst he gets out of it are a few sharp words that will still be better than not trying. The pampas cat had sharp claws too.
The sharp scream of pain causes him to wince in sympathy, startled enough that he does not have time to hide it. She does not seem the sort to want witnesses to her weakness. So rather than ask if she is really ready, he nods his head to her gesture for him to being to lead the way. Pteron nearly takes a step before he realizes she means to speak again, and he pauses with flicked forward ears. Is this when she means to send him away with a hiss, he wonders, as sure that she can handle herself as the pampas cat had been?
But no, she thanks him instead, and the protests about her needing help die on the back of his tongue.
“Of course,” he replies, “I wasn’t raised to leave a...anyone behind, even a stranger.” He almost says something along the lines of ‘a pretty face’, but does remember himself in time. His ability to read a conversation is far from fully developed, but he does have at least a small amount of sense. The mare has said less than a handful of words since their meeting, and Pteron wonders if perhaps a healer can also fix whatever is causing that. He supposes it is possible that Vastra is just the quiet and awkward type, but surely a healer will be able to fix it if she is not.
“We should make it to Silver Cove by noon, I think. Let know know if you need a break.”
And he steps forward to lead the way along the moonlight path.
@[Vastra]