Ravin
11-19-2024, 07:41 PM
Says you, comes the voice from the woods, except this time it sounds different, like the deep menace of a moment earlier had only been a pretense and the coughing and spluttering were the end of it. My eyes narrow as I continue to peer into the shadows, but try as I might I cannot make her (for I am almost certain it is a her) out amidst the layers of bramble and darkness.
When the boy begins to speak, I turn back to him, my brow raising a little at his claim. She sounds like a kid, like me. I can’t imagine biting a stranger, and it seems farfetched that anyone ever would. But before I can express this, the hidden stranger suddenly bursts from the undergrowth toward the bay colt.
He seems prepared, even accustomed to her charges, and I wonder if I look as silly as she does when I charge at Luvi and she so easily evades my attempts. No, I decide with a grin as she loses her footing and stumbles, I couldn’t possibly look that ridiculous.
I sidestep her summersault, not as elegantly as the other boy had, but at least with a more resplendent flare of my feathered wings. The movement hadn’t really been intentional, more an instinctive effort to appear larger to a potential danger. As I fold them back to my golden sides, I watch the exchange between the pair with curious eyes, unsure of what passes between them. The charging seems over, and well as any possibility of being bitten, and as the moment passes, I realize I’d been right and the girl is my age - our age.
All children are the same age, at least those I know. Luvi and I are twins, and these two seem the right size as well. I do not know other children, but I assume the same is true across the world.
I consider pulling back, tightening my lips and refusing to show her my teeth. But then it occurs to me that she might squeal if I flash them right in her face, and then she might fall back down again and hadn’t that been a funny sight?! So I grin, revealing the kelpie-like rows of glittering teeth in the mouth that opens just a little too wide. I cannot see the way the unnatural smile, wide and toothsome, transforms my golden face from an adolescent that is always just slightly odd to something luminescent.
Speaking through teeth that I keeps bared and as still as possible, I answer: “I’m a Statothian. Statoth” I can’t speak clearly enough to be understood, so I give up the grin with a small shake of my blonde head. “A Stratosian. Well, partly anyway. My dad.” I stretch out the wing farthest from the girl, to demonstrate, showing off the blue and purple feathered wing that is not yet strong enough to carry me while flaring the feathers that grow the length of my spine, making them stand nearly upright amidst the pale gold hair.
I am leaner than they, not as birdlike as Ruhr but still just slightly different from my mother’ side of the family. Not enough to be an anomaly, not in a place like this, where dragons once soared the skies, but enough that I am sure these two strangers will recognize it.
“I’m Ravinkavek, but you can call me Ravin.” I’d promised Ruhr to use my whole name, even though I wasn’t sure why he was so insistent. He got insistent about many odd things, but introducing myself using more than just a nickname is one that my mother had concurred with him about, and so it was one I followed.
@Salomea
When the boy begins to speak, I turn back to him, my brow raising a little at his claim. She sounds like a kid, like me. I can’t imagine biting a stranger, and it seems farfetched that anyone ever would. But before I can express this, the hidden stranger suddenly bursts from the undergrowth toward the bay colt.
He seems prepared, even accustomed to her charges, and I wonder if I look as silly as she does when I charge at Luvi and she so easily evades my attempts. No, I decide with a grin as she loses her footing and stumbles, I couldn’t possibly look that ridiculous.
I sidestep her summersault, not as elegantly as the other boy had, but at least with a more resplendent flare of my feathered wings. The movement hadn’t really been intentional, more an instinctive effort to appear larger to a potential danger. As I fold them back to my golden sides, I watch the exchange between the pair with curious eyes, unsure of what passes between them. The charging seems over, and well as any possibility of being bitten, and as the moment passes, I realize I’d been right and the girl is my age - our age.
All children are the same age, at least those I know. Luvi and I are twins, and these two seem the right size as well. I do not know other children, but I assume the same is true across the world.
I consider pulling back, tightening my lips and refusing to show her my teeth. But then it occurs to me that she might squeal if I flash them right in her face, and then she might fall back down again and hadn’t that been a funny sight?! So I grin, revealing the kelpie-like rows of glittering teeth in the mouth that opens just a little too wide. I cannot see the way the unnatural smile, wide and toothsome, transforms my golden face from an adolescent that is always just slightly odd to something luminescent.
Speaking through teeth that I keeps bared and as still as possible, I answer: “I’m a Statothian. Statoth” I can’t speak clearly enough to be understood, so I give up the grin with a small shake of my blonde head. “A Stratosian. Well, partly anyway. My dad.” I stretch out the wing farthest from the girl, to demonstrate, showing off the blue and purple feathered wing that is not yet strong enough to carry me while flaring the feathers that grow the length of my spine, making them stand nearly upright amidst the pale gold hair.
I am leaner than they, not as birdlike as Ruhr but still just slightly different from my mother’ side of the family. Not enough to be an anomaly, not in a place like this, where dragons once soared the skies, but enough that I am sure these two strangers will recognize it.
“I’m Ravinkavek, but you can call me Ravin.” I’d promised Ruhr to use my whole name, even though I wasn’t sure why he was so insistent. He got insistent about many odd things, but introducing myself using more than just a nickname is one that my mother had concurred with him about, and so it was one I followed.
@Salomea