06-30-2024, 02:36 PM
The clack of his beak startles her but she is far too much of her mother’s daughter for that spook to actually make her jump in any way. Though her warrior training had been only informal compared to the drilled army that had once flourished with Baltia, it still existed. And to show such a weakness as being startled? Unthinkable. Her instincts refused to allow it. And besides - it was not a frightening sort of startle, but rather a delighted one.
She has forgotten how much she enjoys discovering the new and the strange. And he certainly is both. He is interesting, every sound just a little different than what she might have expected from anyone else.
‘Real as you’ he retorts and she laughs, and it is not a gentle sound but it is warm. When he mentions her bones, she turns her head to look at her side as though she didn’t know.
It was all she knew, it seemed so normal to her, and only now does she think that maybe it makes her look as unreal as he does to her.
“They’re pretty, aren’t they?”
When she looks back at him she tries to imagine what his bones would look like if she could see them. But as is her way she does not keep these thoughts inside. “Is your beak attached to your bones, do you think?” She takes a step closer, fascination driving her, and she extends her muzzle without thinking - wanting so badly to touch it and find out what it feels like.
She has forgotten how much she enjoys discovering the new and the strange. And he certainly is both. He is interesting, every sound just a little different than what she might have expected from anyone else.
‘Real as you’ he retorts and she laughs, and it is not a gentle sound but it is warm. When he mentions her bones, she turns her head to look at her side as though she didn’t know.
It was all she knew, it seemed so normal to her, and only now does she think that maybe it makes her look as unreal as he does to her.
“They’re pretty, aren’t they?”
When she looks back at him she tries to imagine what his bones would look like if she could see them. But as is her way she does not keep these thoughts inside. “Is your beak attached to your bones, do you think?” She takes a step closer, fascination driving her, and she extends her muzzle without thinking - wanting so badly to touch it and find out what it feels like.
@bael