08-07-2016, 08:43 PM
Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
Akkadian listened attentively to their speech patterns, taking note of how relaxed their postures were, even as strangers to each other. Perhaps this place was more at peace than he was accustomed to. He cautiously relaxed the tension in his muscles, watching the two carefully for any change in their behavior. It made him miss home, where he was at ease throughout the day. The only thing that tensed him then is when that wily sister of his put herself in danger. It often made him wonder if she did it on purpose just to have him swoop in and rescue her.
Josie responded first, explaining that this place was for lost souls to find a home. He focused on her, his deep cocoa eyes assessing. He reflected on less of what she said, but rather how she said it, something they had commonly relied on at home. There was a change in her tone since she first spoke to him, and he couldn't place why but felt as though he had caused it somehow. Perhaps she was like the sun-cat, so sweet when you pet her but cunning and brought a swift attack when you try to back away. The idea would take further consideration.
He passed his attention to the stallion, Magnus, as he confirmed her words. Akkadian flicked his sight to her briefly again, weighing her reaction to this. His sister, he knew, would have been livid at someone repeating her as if her words could not be trusted or were of no consequence. But he was slowly seeing that these people were a good deal different in their mannerisms, and he'd have to learn them before he offended anyone. Or, anyone else, as some where along the way he'd decided that's what he must've done to cause Josie to change her manner towards him.
Magnus continued, elaborating on her statement. The stallion seemed so calm to Akkadian. It felt odd to him. There was a depth of knowledge about him but..so eerily mellow. These must certainly be a peaceful land. He brushed these thoughts aside for a moment as he weighed their explanations. A place to find a home. Kingdoms, herds, caste and ranks.
It seemed Akkadian had found a great place to start then, for he no longer had a home. He looked over each of them carefully a few moments, considering their actions thus far. The mare had nearly fallen in his lap, and the other approached boldly and openly.
Ah, so you have a proposition for me then, he stated calmly, his eyes expectant.
Though he now kept his gaze on Magnus, he felt Josie would speak up as well if she wished. There may be a bit of hidden steel to that one. He quickly buried the unbidden urge to sidle next to and in front of her, accrediting it to her likeness to the princess and the natural position he'd take to protect her. Instead, he remained still, positioned before them both equally. Hopefully that would gentle her ruffled feathers a bit.
Josie responded first, explaining that this place was for lost souls to find a home. He focused on her, his deep cocoa eyes assessing. He reflected on less of what she said, but rather how she said it, something they had commonly relied on at home. There was a change in her tone since she first spoke to him, and he couldn't place why but felt as though he had caused it somehow. Perhaps she was like the sun-cat, so sweet when you pet her but cunning and brought a swift attack when you try to back away. The idea would take further consideration.
He passed his attention to the stallion, Magnus, as he confirmed her words. Akkadian flicked his sight to her briefly again, weighing her reaction to this. His sister, he knew, would have been livid at someone repeating her as if her words could not be trusted or were of no consequence. But he was slowly seeing that these people were a good deal different in their mannerisms, and he'd have to learn them before he offended anyone. Or, anyone else, as some where along the way he'd decided that's what he must've done to cause Josie to change her manner towards him.
Magnus continued, elaborating on her statement. The stallion seemed so calm to Akkadian. It felt odd to him. There was a depth of knowledge about him but..so eerily mellow. These must certainly be a peaceful land. He brushed these thoughts aside for a moment as he weighed their explanations. A place to find a home. Kingdoms, herds, caste and ranks.
It seemed Akkadian had found a great place to start then, for he no longer had a home. He looked over each of them carefully a few moments, considering their actions thus far. The mare had nearly fallen in his lap, and the other approached boldly and openly.
Ah, so you have a proposition for me then, he stated calmly, his eyes expectant.
Though he now kept his gaze on Magnus, he felt Josie would speak up as well if she wished. There may be a bit of hidden steel to that one. He quickly buried the unbidden urge to sidle next to and in front of her, accrediting it to her likeness to the princess and the natural position he'd take to protect her. Instead, he remained still, positioned before them both equally. Hopefully that would gentle her ruffled feathers a bit.