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06-16-2012, 05:33 PM
Movement was caught at the edge of vision, and the gryphon's head turned and tilted down to see just what had snuck so close. Feathered ear tufts rose and tilted toward the lanky black colt that stared back in startled surprise. Silence hung between them for a long moment, as two creatures who sat at opposite ends of the color spectrum considered one another. At last he seemed to decide that she was no threat, and leaned forward instead of back, muzzle lifted while his tail flicked behind him. It was the figure he drew in the air that piqued her interest, and she peered at the inky image for a heartbeat before uttering a soft, crooning purr of appreciation. He'd made a likeness of her.
Their quiet interlude was broken though, as a small winged filly of a hue so similar to the sky above that it was just uncanny, approached. Golden eyes drifted to and studied this filly, and ear tufts twitched at the whinny of greeting. This one was not short on words, not at all. Introducing herself as Cirrus, the young pegasus broke into small-talk with some enthusiasm. Hooked beak parted with the intention of speaking, but the gryphon was interrupted.
Interrupted by her tree-perch shaking in reaction to the thump of something running into it. Talons dug reflexively into dry wood before she twisted to look at the perpetrator. It was a mare, pale in hue and wrapped in what appeared to be vines. Peculiar. The young gryphon rose and shifted her position before settling down again, putting all three of her visitors within easy line of sight.
"Thank you." She answered, with a clarity that was likely surprising, to the pale mare who seemed so unsettled. Her long tail coiled and swayed beneath her. "And hello to you, little one. In anssswerr to yourr quessstion, it isss my magic that keepsss the airr cool herre." As she continued to speak, her words grew full of trills and hisses, something she'd never been able to banish from her accent while speaking a language that the horse-folk could understand. "But I have ssseen the effectsss of the warrming weatherr. My name is Merakerr."
Their quiet interlude was broken though, as a small winged filly of a hue so similar to the sky above that it was just uncanny, approached. Golden eyes drifted to and studied this filly, and ear tufts twitched at the whinny of greeting. This one was not short on words, not at all. Introducing herself as Cirrus, the young pegasus broke into small-talk with some enthusiasm. Hooked beak parted with the intention of speaking, but the gryphon was interrupted.
Interrupted by her tree-perch shaking in reaction to the thump of something running into it. Talons dug reflexively into dry wood before she twisted to look at the perpetrator. It was a mare, pale in hue and wrapped in what appeared to be vines. Peculiar. The young gryphon rose and shifted her position before settling down again, putting all three of her visitors within easy line of sight.
"Thank you." She answered, with a clarity that was likely surprising, to the pale mare who seemed so unsettled. Her long tail coiled and swayed beneath her. "And hello to you, little one. In anssswerr to yourr quessstion, it isss my magic that keepsss the airr cool herre." As she continued to speak, her words grew full of trills and hisses, something she'd never been able to banish from her accent while speaking a language that the horse-folk could understand. "But I have ssseen the effectsss of the warrming weatherr. My name is Merakerr."
