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04-07-2017, 02:25 PM
The scene is hilarious, if you think about it. Beast and bird just chitchatting beneath the stars. But there’s something about it that seems too common to be hilarious, like this isn’t nearly as unique or ridiculous as it might appear. But then he crosses his paws like he’s about to conduct business and she nearly laughs. But the action has the intended effect, because he no longer looks like he might crush her with his paws. So she lands facing him, tucking wings to her side. Raven continues to circle above, more interested in divding his attention between Lucius and his curious call and Lyra, who seems eager.
Raven is less eager, but he moves between the two companions as they let him, investigating each. They are, in their own way, akin to all his shiny, collectable things. Particularly with their starred appearances, and Weaver can tell he’s trying to figure out how he collects living things. Which really means he’s trying to figure out how to make friends. Those two ideas are synonymous to him. He suddenly dives away in search of something, and she lets him go, keeping part of her attention on their bond to make sure he doesn’t go too far.
“Weaver,” she offers, the words sounding and feeling a bit more natural through her beak now. She’s used the form quite a bit, but being able to talk is a new thing still, and she’s not used to it. She’s always used the form for spying and fighting before. “Somewhere about here is Raven.” As if on cue the other bird returns, two rocks in his beak. They are smooth black things that catch the moonlight and glimmer. He lands, leaving one near Lyra and another a slight distance off for Lucius if the other is interested.
Then he hops back to Weaver’s side, standing there for a moment before hopping away a bit, examining the area. “Sorry about him, he really likes to collect everything. Usually he just takes my stuff, though sometimes he gives gifts.” She laughs and this still comes out as a caw. Maybe that is how raven’s laugh. “Can I ask what you are, exactly?”
Raven is less eager, but he moves between the two companions as they let him, investigating each. They are, in their own way, akin to all his shiny, collectable things. Particularly with their starred appearances, and Weaver can tell he’s trying to figure out how he collects living things. Which really means he’s trying to figure out how to make friends. Those two ideas are synonymous to him. He suddenly dives away in search of something, and she lets him go, keeping part of her attention on their bond to make sure he doesn’t go too far.
“Weaver,” she offers, the words sounding and feeling a bit more natural through her beak now. She’s used the form quite a bit, but being able to talk is a new thing still, and she’s not used to it. She’s always used the form for spying and fighting before. “Somewhere about here is Raven.” As if on cue the other bird returns, two rocks in his beak. They are smooth black things that catch the moonlight and glimmer. He lands, leaving one near Lyra and another a slight distance off for Lucius if the other is interested.
Then he hops back to Weaver’s side, standing there for a moment before hopping away a bit, examining the area. “Sorry about him, he really likes to collect everything. Usually he just takes my stuff, though sometimes he gives gifts.” She laughs and this still comes out as a caw. Maybe that is how raven’s laugh. “Can I ask what you are, exactly?”
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