08-07-2016, 09:14 PM
The boy’s a strange one, but strange isn’t exactly a new concept to either of us. Fury is bold in her approach, curious touches and playing with his mane, and why shouldn’t she be? For all that our dads have warned us of the dangers of life here in Beqanna, we’ve yet to really encounter any of them. Or even anyone particularly unpleasant.
So I can’t say I’m surprised when she touches him like one of our own, quiet little brushes of her muzzle, sniffing him without hesitation or fear that she’ll be invading his personal space or anything silly like that. Tycho’s the only one of us really who has ever expressed a need for such things anyhow. And this boy seems nothing like our Tycho with his silent, watchful eyes and rarely exhibited dry sense of humor.
The boy doesn’t seem to mind, so I smile and watch my sister work, exploring him and...apparently testing a theory. I tilt my head, a gesture we’ve all picked up from Tycho at this point I think, and my ears swivel to catch the sounds she makes as she clicks her teeth together and paws at the ground.
Ohhh, but it makes sense soon enough, and isn’t she just a clever girl? “Ohhh.” That would explain why he didn’t answer the first time. And it explains the stillness of his ears, a quirk I didn’t notice until Fury pointed out the possibility that the sounds that make mine rotate and perk up are perhaps not audible for him.
And too, it explains the strange tone to his voice, the way he speaks just a little too loud, the grimace on his face as my question begs an answer. So I smile again, and then instead of replying, I stretch my neck, reaching out so I can take in his scent, exchange a breath, and say hello, it’s nice to meet you without words.
So I can’t say I’m surprised when she touches him like one of our own, quiet little brushes of her muzzle, sniffing him without hesitation or fear that she’ll be invading his personal space or anything silly like that. Tycho’s the only one of us really who has ever expressed a need for such things anyhow. And this boy seems nothing like our Tycho with his silent, watchful eyes and rarely exhibited dry sense of humor.
The boy doesn’t seem to mind, so I smile and watch my sister work, exploring him and...apparently testing a theory. I tilt my head, a gesture we’ve all picked up from Tycho at this point I think, and my ears swivel to catch the sounds she makes as she clicks her teeth together and paws at the ground.
Ohhh, but it makes sense soon enough, and isn’t she just a clever girl? “Ohhh.” That would explain why he didn’t answer the first time. And it explains the stillness of his ears, a quirk I didn’t notice until Fury pointed out the possibility that the sounds that make mine rotate and perk up are perhaps not audible for him.
And too, it explains the strange tone to his voice, the way he speaks just a little too loud, the grimace on his face as my question begs an answer. So I smile again, and then instead of replying, I stretch my neck, reaching out so I can take in his scent, exchange a breath, and say hello, it’s nice to meet you without words.