He snakes his head toward me and grins. It’s absolutely terrifying. I knew we shouldn’t have followed him! Nevermind it was my idea. I don’t make a sound as I scramble back, all the air sucked out of my lungs, my eyes and nostrils wide and staring. In my experience, teeth like that are never attached to someone with my best interest in mind. Then, I trip (yes, again), falling on my hocks and rump, splaying out like a newborn for a breath before I scramble to my feet. Gulping, I look at Meyer with my best what-do-we-do-now face. But, he’s not looking at me. He’s closer than he was before I fell but his eyes are trained on the other boy, his eyes wide with wonder. Wha - ? Tense, I whirl to see what Meyer’s entranced by.
I’ve never heard of a Stratosian before but, despite my initial horror, I catch his gaze and find myself grinning back at him. Why, he's not scary at all! He's quite lovely! I snicker at the lisps in his introduction, all at once wholly unbothered and not at all embarrassed by my behavior up to this point. I tilt my head when he gestures with a wing, too enthralled to flinch when Meyer does, my sense of self-preservation and caution tossed aside.
“Stra …,” I shake my head, quickly giving up my attempt to pronounce what he is. “I think I would like to have feathers like that, standing up straight along my back.” I glance again at Meyer and then scuttle forward to inspect the outstretched wing, tromping around it to the back side. There I stretch out my nose to brush reverently against the lovely feathers, withdrawing after the slightest touch with a giggle, darting back to Meyer’s side. My eyes nearly bug out of my head when he introduces us using our real names. He’s never this casual with strangers. I snort and lift my chin, tilting my head back toward Ravin. “So … you have two names?” The concept of nicknames and full names is beyond me; a healthy family unit who cares enough to ask you to use your full name would be even more of a foreign concept. I rest my muzzle on Meyer’s shoulder for a moment, inhaling his familiar scent before turning back to Ravin. “What’s the point of teeth like that, if you’re not going to be biting anyone? Do you eat meat?” I sniff. "You're handsome. But, you smell funny. Not bad. Just … weird." I emphasize my observations, wrinkling my nose and rolling my shoulders in what can only be construed as a shrug.
I’ve never heard of a Stratosian before but, despite my initial horror, I catch his gaze and find myself grinning back at him. Why, he's not scary at all! He's quite lovely! I snicker at the lisps in his introduction, all at once wholly unbothered and not at all embarrassed by my behavior up to this point. I tilt my head when he gestures with a wing, too enthralled to flinch when Meyer does, my sense of self-preservation and caution tossed aside.
“Stra …,” I shake my head, quickly giving up my attempt to pronounce what he is. “I think I would like to have feathers like that, standing up straight along my back.” I glance again at Meyer and then scuttle forward to inspect the outstretched wing, tromping around it to the back side. There I stretch out my nose to brush reverently against the lovely feathers, withdrawing after the slightest touch with a giggle, darting back to Meyer’s side. My eyes nearly bug out of my head when he introduces us using our real names. He’s never this casual with strangers. I snort and lift my chin, tilting my head back toward Ravin. “So … you have two names?” The concept of nicknames and full names is beyond me; a healthy family unit who cares enough to ask you to use your full name would be even more of a foreign concept. I rest my muzzle on Meyer’s shoulder for a moment, inhaling his familiar scent before turning back to Ravin. “What’s the point of teeth like that, if you’re not going to be biting anyone? Do you eat meat?” I sniff. "You're handsome. But, you smell funny. Not bad. Just … weird." I emphasize my observations, wrinkling my nose and rolling my shoulders in what can only be construed as a shrug.
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