12-02-2019, 01:58 PM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
Noah is as skittish as he expects her to be; she is a walking contradiction in many ways, but he supposes that makes her interesting and unique as well. He isn’t quite certain how much she really wants to run away with Noma and hide from him and the world, but that the wish is there is no question to he who lives near her - they’re like neighbours in apartment buildings, knowing exactly when they’re home through the thin walls but never really speaking or meeting either, except in passing in the hallway - so he supposes she takes a big leap of trust for letting her daughter meet him at all, as far as he’s concerned.
Noma catches his attention with an apology, and he shrugs his owl-wings with a near-soundless rustle. ”You know now, so that’s okay.” he tells the girl. He’d smile if he could, but his beak doesn’t lend itself for subtle changes in the corner of his mouth; his emerald orbs, the only consistent thing about his body, shine at her with visible amusement however: no offense taken.
The red roan mare then, returns his question, making him turn his head straight towards her, blink once, twice, surprised by the question as much as she herself. Nevertheless he isn’t one to hide much, especially not feelings. ”A little uncertain about my home at times. I’ve visited a bunch of friends in other lands as well.” But nothing else really fits, no possible new home is out there that he can find. So he stays, the Pampas his best fit despite the tensions from a year or two, three ago. His content, lazy smile stays hidden in bird form, yet the air he gives off might indicate about as much. He’s relaxed around the mare, for the first time in perhaps forever.
Noma catches his attention with an apology, and he shrugs his owl-wings with a near-soundless rustle. ”You know now, so that’s okay.” he tells the girl. He’d smile if he could, but his beak doesn’t lend itself for subtle changes in the corner of his mouth; his emerald orbs, the only consistent thing about his body, shine at her with visible amusement however: no offense taken.
The red roan mare then, returns his question, making him turn his head straight towards her, blink once, twice, surprised by the question as much as she herself. Nevertheless he isn’t one to hide much, especially not feelings. ”A little uncertain about my home at times. I’ve visited a bunch of friends in other lands as well.” But nothing else really fits, no possible new home is out there that he can find. So he stays, the Pampas his best fit despite the tensions from a year or two, three ago. His content, lazy smile stays hidden in bird form, yet the air he gives off might indicate about as much. He’s relaxed around the mare, for the first time in perhaps forever.
@[Noah]