03-10-2016, 05:42 PM
WEIR
Weir had every intention of making a good impression, he does notice though her unease at the beginning of their meeting. Somehow he had made a misstep on their entrance, so instead he looks quite uncomfortable, his amber eyes roaming to find a new topic. Maybe she didn't like spring at all? Maybe Darwin was a bit much on a first day here.
The roan clears his throat, looking for something new to discuss, maybe her lovely coat? Maybe her past or her hopes and dreams for a new home? Oh dear, he felt he had fallen right into a pickle jar without a paddle.
"Terribly sorry madam, did we frighten you? No need to worry I can assure you we mean no ill will." He blinks with a soft smile on his reddened mouth, Darwin looking sincere with his own turtle grin.
Too true miss, I know it's not every day one sees a tortoise but its sort of a package deal. He laughs at his own little joke, though were the punch line was Weir himself was lost.
Finally she says her name though she still doesn't look entirely sure about the two, Weir can't blame her, he supposed he took some getting used to. "A beautiful name, I -oh, the weasels?" He snorts a bit as a twinkle sparkles deep in the depths of his eyes. "Well, they are snow..a gift of sorts we inherited from a difficult journey." He nods his rusty head, Darwin looks solemn but sure as he too agrees. That was once of the greatest adventures of their lifetime.
"It's just sort of within I suppose, kind of like Magic but it certainly isn't Magic. Ho-ho no I would know the difference." He winks, twirling some flurries around them with a grin. "Snow is a fine gift indeed, ice too, why- one can make anything their heart desires. Well for example.." Slowly roses bloom around them, a patch of delicate ice flowers sprouting from the fading snow bank, catching the rising sun like diamonds. Then he twists one delicately through her mane by her ear, a shy smile hiding itself quickly but he ears a shove from Darwin anyhow.
"There are many and more gifts here in Beqanna Eira, nothing to be afraid of. Well, mostly." He wasn't something she should fear but in truth their were darker gifts than his sprinkled throughout the land.
The roan clears his throat, looking for something new to discuss, maybe her lovely coat? Maybe her past or her hopes and dreams for a new home? Oh dear, he felt he had fallen right into a pickle jar without a paddle.
"Terribly sorry madam, did we frighten you? No need to worry I can assure you we mean no ill will." He blinks with a soft smile on his reddened mouth, Darwin looking sincere with his own turtle grin.
Too true miss, I know it's not every day one sees a tortoise but its sort of a package deal. He laughs at his own little joke, though were the punch line was Weir himself was lost.
Finally she says her name though she still doesn't look entirely sure about the two, Weir can't blame her, he supposed he took some getting used to. "A beautiful name, I -oh, the weasels?" He snorts a bit as a twinkle sparkles deep in the depths of his eyes. "Well, they are snow..a gift of sorts we inherited from a difficult journey." He nods his rusty head, Darwin looks solemn but sure as he too agrees. That was once of the greatest adventures of their lifetime.
"It's just sort of within I suppose, kind of like Magic but it certainly isn't Magic. Ho-ho no I would know the difference." He winks, twirling some flurries around them with a grin. "Snow is a fine gift indeed, ice too, why- one can make anything their heart desires. Well for example.." Slowly roses bloom around them, a patch of delicate ice flowers sprouting from the fading snow bank, catching the rising sun like diamonds. Then he twists one delicately through her mane by her ear, a shy smile hiding itself quickly but he ears a shove from Darwin anyhow.
"There are many and more gifts here in Beqanna Eira, nothing to be afraid of. Well, mostly." He wasn't something she should fear but in truth their were darker gifts than his sprinkled throughout the land.
WINTER IS COMING