03-01-2021, 04:40 PM
It was what I'd been waiting for, of course.
And really, I hardly did anything to get it. A lazy, self-satisfied smile paints itself across my lips, the pinions of my wings resettling themselves along my side. "I knew it!" I crow, a little jig bouncing erratically through my legs as I jerk out of his grasp. He's pulled off a few of the looser plumes, and I wince lightly at the sensation, but the smile doesn't fade.
"Not as dead to the world as I thought, no sir! You might still have a touch of life to you after all. A dash of fight and fire." I cackle, ruffling my wings and spinning on my heel after him. My mood has shifted, from sullen and brittle, to a sharp sort of entertained.
That's the problem with getting my attention, you see. I'll hold on to it until I get bored, and there's no saying how long that might take. He's so surly looking, so downright pissed, and well, I'm just adamant about figuring out why. Not that I think I can or really even want to help, but just because it's interesting to see why everyone else is miserable.
Like an intrigued bird, I hop a pace closer to him, head cocked one way then another. "And just when we were getting to know each other, you up and leave. Typical." I pout, voice shatteringly light. The motion of my head is astonishingly free, and I'm reminded of what I'd come here to forget. An ugly look flashes across my face before I reconstruct it into something more neutral.
@[Ashhal]
And really, I hardly did anything to get it. A lazy, self-satisfied smile paints itself across my lips, the pinions of my wings resettling themselves along my side. "I knew it!" I crow, a little jig bouncing erratically through my legs as I jerk out of his grasp. He's pulled off a few of the looser plumes, and I wince lightly at the sensation, but the smile doesn't fade.
"Not as dead to the world as I thought, no sir! You might still have a touch of life to you after all. A dash of fight and fire." I cackle, ruffling my wings and spinning on my heel after him. My mood has shifted, from sullen and brittle, to a sharp sort of entertained.
That's the problem with getting my attention, you see. I'll hold on to it until I get bored, and there's no saying how long that might take. He's so surly looking, so downright pissed, and well, I'm just adamant about figuring out why. Not that I think I can or really even want to help, but just because it's interesting to see why everyone else is miserable.
Like an intrigued bird, I hop a pace closer to him, head cocked one way then another. "And just when we were getting to know each other, you up and leave. Typical." I pout, voice shatteringly light. The motion of my head is astonishingly free, and I'm reminded of what I'd come here to forget. An ugly look flashes across my face before I reconstruct it into something more neutral.
@[Ashhal]