12-07-2020, 02:22 PM
And when all the lights are broken, You keep the fire going
You wonder about what kind of creature mindlessly considers maiming another, but you never expect them to smile back at you in the midst of a forest dwelling. Yanhua had no idea what @[Popinjay] was capable of, he only knew that her nature at this very moment was one he had no concern about. She seemed aimable, at the least. Could she kill him? Certainly. If they’d met under less-spirited circumstances and their powers were put to the test against one another, logic would see Yanhua burnt to a crisp, and Popinjay would have her question answered in a heartbeat. She could more than likely strike the horns off his head; could most likely strike his head off the broad, copper shoulders it rested on.
“Not blind.” He smirks. Nerine is far away from where he lays his head most nights, and her storms are something he chalks up to neutral phenomena. The redwoods tend to blot out the sky where he’s from, and in the same manner he’d been blocking out Nerine and her recent ‘activity’. “Just… unbothered.” Yan laughed in a way that sounded like tumbling boulders.
Had he been thinking similar thoughts as Popinjay, this conversation would have taken an interesting turn. But Yan would only bore her: he was satisfied with sarcastic re-introductions and made that obvious by dipping out from under the low-hanging branch, already turning away from where the mare lay in her section of woodland when she gave him reason to pause. He flicked his ears and threw a sly sort of expression back at her, one where his usually soft blue eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. Very unlike him.
“Oh you wouldn’t, even if I’m hard to forget.” He shook his horns, and his beard trembled as well. “This may be the first instance I’ve come across you where you weren’t a little busybody.” Yan’s nostrils flared, but he held back from making any outward noise least he truly offended her. There wasn’t anything wrong with how Popinjay acted, he thought as he recalled some of their brief meetings, it was simply that the two of them operated contrarily to one another. That didn’t necessarily mean they couldn’t be compatible or cordial with one another. Just… different, that’s all.
“Now could you recall me? Or should I dazzle you somehow, just to be sure?” Yanhua eased his body back around, unusually quiet for such a large creature in a tight space. “If we ever meet again, you know, I’d hate to be forgotten.”
“Not blind.” He smirks. Nerine is far away from where he lays his head most nights, and her storms are something he chalks up to neutral phenomena. The redwoods tend to blot out the sky where he’s from, and in the same manner he’d been blocking out Nerine and her recent ‘activity’. “Just… unbothered.” Yan laughed in a way that sounded like tumbling boulders.
Had he been thinking similar thoughts as Popinjay, this conversation would have taken an interesting turn. But Yan would only bore her: he was satisfied with sarcastic re-introductions and made that obvious by dipping out from under the low-hanging branch, already turning away from where the mare lay in her section of woodland when she gave him reason to pause. He flicked his ears and threw a sly sort of expression back at her, one where his usually soft blue eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. Very unlike him.
“Oh you wouldn’t, even if I’m hard to forget.” He shook his horns, and his beard trembled as well. “This may be the first instance I’ve come across you where you weren’t a little busybody.” Yan’s nostrils flared, but he held back from making any outward noise least he truly offended her. There wasn’t anything wrong with how Popinjay acted, he thought as he recalled some of their brief meetings, it was simply that the two of them operated contrarily to one another. That didn’t necessarily mean they couldn’t be compatible or cordial with one another. Just… different, that’s all.
“Now could you recall me? Or should I dazzle you somehow, just to be sure?” Yanhua eased his body back around, unusually quiet for such a large creature in a tight space. “If we ever meet again, you know, I’d hate to be forgotten.”
And when all the nights feel like they're closing, You're leaving an opening