04-19-2016, 12:33 PM
WEIR
Monkeys are indeed fascinating creatures, as are many mammals. The most wonderous thing about monkey though is that they are very much like the king of mammals- man. Weir had seen several pictures of men. Drawings, photographs, diagrams, but he had ever only seen man twice in his life. With his own two eyes that is, he had heard countless tales of men though and they were all vastly different. Even the descriptions often strayed from what he knew to be physically and commonly possible. Here though was a grand creature indeed, Leontopithecus rosalia. Even as it trembled in the treetops Weir found it glorious, glorious of course but rather sad indeed.
“Very good Neva yes, Tamarin is much easier to say but if we are to learn things I think it best to know the proper name at least.”
“A good find Neva, terribly far from home yes but excellent specimen to observe. Though of course it just could have been looking for a new den for the day, strayed off course a bit far. They find a new one each day, don’t like to leave their scent in one place for long.”
Darwin easily plucked knowledge from Weir’s skull, browsing through highlights and bullets until he got to the meat of the matter and the more interesting facts. The useful ones, not the nonsense that rattled like a never ending encyclopedia throughout the vast caverns of the brain.
“Too true but it must be terribly lonely, they live in groups usually I should think. Most primates do.”
Of course then he’s struck with a sudden question that brings a look of surprise to wash over his enamored features. Help it Daddy He? Him? Of course, of course she meant him, who else? How though? How does one help a tiny creature back home without scaring the thing half to death?
“Excellent suggestion, I’ll just..hmm I’ll think on it. Most delicate matter, I’m sure it would be frightened beyond all reason.” The rusty male bites his cheek as he considers how exactly they would do this, there had to be a way. “I’d hate to trap or cage it really. I wonder if it might be enticed with some local fruit?” The thoughts spill out even before he considers them, gently letting the train chug along full speed until something of use came to him.
“Very good Neva yes, Tamarin is much easier to say but if we are to learn things I think it best to know the proper name at least.”
“A good find Neva, terribly far from home yes but excellent specimen to observe. Though of course it just could have been looking for a new den for the day, strayed off course a bit far. They find a new one each day, don’t like to leave their scent in one place for long.”
Darwin easily plucked knowledge from Weir’s skull, browsing through highlights and bullets until he got to the meat of the matter and the more interesting facts. The useful ones, not the nonsense that rattled like a never ending encyclopedia throughout the vast caverns of the brain.
“Too true but it must be terribly lonely, they live in groups usually I should think. Most primates do.”
Of course then he’s struck with a sudden question that brings a look of surprise to wash over his enamored features. Help it Daddy He? Him? Of course, of course she meant him, who else? How though? How does one help a tiny creature back home without scaring the thing half to death?
“Excellent suggestion, I’ll just..hmm I’ll think on it. Most delicate matter, I’m sure it would be frightened beyond all reason.” The rusty male bites his cheek as he considers how exactly they would do this, there had to be a way. “I’d hate to trap or cage it really. I wonder if it might be enticed with some local fruit?” The thoughts spill out even before he considers them, gently letting the train chug along full speed until something of use came to him.
WINTER IS COMING