09-25-2020, 03:17 PM
She was not quite what you would call refined
She isn't entirely certain what to do with them when she finds them, but she knows that they are important to somebody, and so at first she only nudges at the round little things with her outstretched lip, pushing them along in the dirt like marbles. Somebody must be looking for them, surely? Well. Maybe not looking for them. After all, whoever left their eyes in the middle of the Meadow is probably not looking anywhere at all, but it's not hard to imagine that they might want them back.
The little lightning bird lifts her head as high as it goes, but there is nobody else around, it seems safe to assume that they have been abandoned, even if only by accident.
Perfectly good eyes, she thinks, what a shame.
There is a hint of strange magic upon them - so odd that they rest in the earth pristine as polished stones, not at all like one would expect, drying up in the sun, freezing under the winter's snow - and she gets the feeling that they have sat here undisturbed for a rather alarming amount of time. Her dark lips flicker down thoughtfully for a moment as Poppy considers keeping them for herself (you never know when you might need an extra pair,) but struggles to decide where to put them. She rolls them again, then turns to the tree, where the shadows rattle at her soft as reeds in the wind. Ravens.
Popinjay isn't sure when she last saw a raven in the meadow. A small, scattered, group of adolescents hops through the scant shade of the Meadow's small grove, and her little frown turns into a bright grin. She scoops up the discarded eyes between her teeth, carrying them carefully to the young flock and depositing her treasure beneath their trees. The bird nearest her tips its head to one side to see better what she lays before it.
"Hide these for me?" It's a ridiculous request, not least because she has no talent for communicating with birds, yet there is nothing in her voice to suggest otherwise. From an outstretched wing, the young mare plucks one blood-bright feather, holding it out as if in offering to the raven on its low branch.
"Come to Nerine, and hide the eyes there somewhere for me. I can help defend your nests." It's a risky offer, the ravens might just keep the eyes.
"I'd really suggest you don't try to eat them, though, I think they've been magicked."
The little lightning bird lifts her head as high as it goes, but there is nobody else around, it seems safe to assume that they have been abandoned, even if only by accident.
Perfectly good eyes, she thinks, what a shame.
There is a hint of strange magic upon them - so odd that they rest in the earth pristine as polished stones, not at all like one would expect, drying up in the sun, freezing under the winter's snow - and she gets the feeling that they have sat here undisturbed for a rather alarming amount of time. Her dark lips flicker down thoughtfully for a moment as Poppy considers keeping them for herself (you never know when you might need an extra pair,) but struggles to decide where to put them. She rolls them again, then turns to the tree, where the shadows rattle at her soft as reeds in the wind. Ravens.
Popinjay isn't sure when she last saw a raven in the meadow. A small, scattered, group of adolescents hops through the scant shade of the Meadow's small grove, and her little frown turns into a bright grin. She scoops up the discarded eyes between her teeth, carrying them carefully to the young flock and depositing her treasure beneath their trees. The bird nearest her tips its head to one side to see better what she lays before it.
"Hide these for me?" It's a ridiculous request, not least because she has no talent for communicating with birds, yet there is nothing in her voice to suggest otherwise. From an outstretched wing, the young mare plucks one blood-bright feather, holding it out as if in offering to the raven on its low branch.
"Come to Nerine, and hide the eyes there somewhere for me. I can help defend your nests." It's a risky offer, the ravens might just keep the eyes.
"I'd really suggest you don't try to eat them, though, I think they've been magicked."
@[Straia] (and @[Ryatah] because Poppy is stealing your eyes lmfao)
