12-07-2017, 12:25 AM
my words are unerring tools of destruction
He is cozy enough tucked into the tall grass with his wings wrapped around himself to doze, and then sleep fitfully. He dreams of mother, but already the memory is harder to conjure. Just the idea of a dark shape and right eyes, and a scent he will never forget. It is from one such dream of being wrapped in that comforting scent that her gentle touch awakens him, and the boy blinks open his dark eyes, murmuring “Mother?” with a surge of hope even as he locks his gaze on the light-colored mare who is not his mother.
Another being might express disappointment but Gansey is a naturally happy and eager-to-please soul, so he smiles sweetly at the mare who is not mother, flaring his nostrils on a deep inhale as he instinctively tries to capture her scent, blowing his own back in her direction on the subsequent exhale. Before he can say anything further his tummy rumbles quite loudly for both of them to hear, and his ears flip out sideways in a rather depressing flop, his distress obvious on his little face. It was easy to forget he was hungry when he was asleep, but now it is back full-force.
“Have you seen my mommy?” his attempt at bravery fails before it begins as he looks up at her from his position still curled as tight as possible with legs tucked underneath and wings wrapped round himself; “I lost her but I’m very hungry.” not that she couldn’t tell that for herself, since his stomach sounds as grumbly as an earthquake. “The faeries we’re feeding me, but I didn’t like it there. I thought I could find her.”
Another being might express disappointment but Gansey is a naturally happy and eager-to-please soul, so he smiles sweetly at the mare who is not mother, flaring his nostrils on a deep inhale as he instinctively tries to capture her scent, blowing his own back in her direction on the subsequent exhale. Before he can say anything further his tummy rumbles quite loudly for both of them to hear, and his ears flip out sideways in a rather depressing flop, his distress obvious on his little face. It was easy to forget he was hungry when he was asleep, but now it is back full-force.
“Have you seen my mommy?” his attempt at bravery fails before it begins as he looks up at her from his position still curled as tight as possible with legs tucked underneath and wings wrapped round himself; “I lost her but I’m very hungry.” not that she couldn’t tell that for herself, since his stomach sounds as grumbly as an earthquake. “The faeries we’re feeding me, but I didn’t like it there. I thought I could find her.”
gansey
and I've become unequipped with the ability to disarm them
@[Femur]