10-06-2018, 06:18 PM
I kept my hope just like i'd hoped tothen sang to the sea for feelings deep blue
As the melting ice makes him feel like he'll never stop having brain freeze for the rest of his life, the sound of the girl's reaction to his dramatic tumble buffets his ears. But she doesn't stop there, oh no! As he cracks a single ashen eye to watch as she approaches, her words continue tumbling out - and then, then she leans down and starts preening him! It's all so much that Rhae feels he'll never get a word in edgewise.
Oh wait.
As her baby voice tumbles around them and seemingly bounces off the surrounding trees, the most Rhae can do is move his wings closer to her so she doesn't fall as she clambers about trying to straighten his everything. His legs feel funny sticking straight up like this, and he wonders if after a while they'll just fall off; but the thought is juvenile, present probably because of his current jovial company, and he brushes it aside in as angry-teenager a fashion he can muster.
When the girl snags a twig from his mane and goes on to physically and verbally abuse it, Rhae finds himself totally awake, both eyes stuck on the girl in a sort of fascinated horror as her little episode plays out. She is nothing like him or his siblings! Or maybe is this how young people are supposed to act... He squeezes his eyes shut as a headache takes over him, then opens them again when he realizes that he's still laying in a half-frozen mud puddle.
And the girl is still talking.
It's as she's talking semantics about having caught him in an alternate dimension that he finally heaves himself up off of the forest floor, gingerly struggling first to his forelegs and then to his hind, wings held like soggy and stinky rags. He glances at them despairingly, but in the end has no choice but to fold them into his side, mud or no mud. It's as they're finally settling that he zones in to what his would-be saviour's spiel, catching both her name and her final question.
Xero, he thinks. Pretty.
And to her question? The boy offers a stare, and then a nod. There's no use in being mean; plus, he'd been the one perched in a tree. It's not her fault that he's so stupid dumb sometimes.
Oh wait.
As her baby voice tumbles around them and seemingly bounces off the surrounding trees, the most Rhae can do is move his wings closer to her so she doesn't fall as she clambers about trying to straighten his everything. His legs feel funny sticking straight up like this, and he wonders if after a while they'll just fall off; but the thought is juvenile, present probably because of his current jovial company, and he brushes it aside in as angry-teenager a fashion he can muster.
When the girl snags a twig from his mane and goes on to physically and verbally abuse it, Rhae finds himself totally awake, both eyes stuck on the girl in a sort of fascinated horror as her little episode plays out. She is nothing like him or his siblings! Or maybe is this how young people are supposed to act... He squeezes his eyes shut as a headache takes over him, then opens them again when he realizes that he's still laying in a half-frozen mud puddle.
And the girl is still talking.
It's as she's talking semantics about having caught him in an alternate dimension that he finally heaves himself up off of the forest floor, gingerly struggling first to his forelegs and then to his hind, wings held like soggy and stinky rags. He glances at them despairingly, but in the end has no choice but to fold them into his side, mud or no mud. It's as they're finally settling that he zones in to what his would-be saviour's spiel, catching both her name and her final question.
Xero, he thinks. Pretty.
And to her question? The boy offers a stare, and then a nod. There's no use in being mean; plus, he'd been the one perched in a tree. It's not her fault that he's so stupid dumb sometimes.
Rhaegor
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