11-23-2016, 08:05 PM
Ruan
He wasn't known for doing things the traditional way. Things became so ordinary, so habitual to people, they seemed to forget there were other ways of doing them. If it had been done one way for so long, their minds became conditioned to accept it as the norm, as the way of completing whatever task it was.
So of course he wasn't all that attracted to the idea of searching for a stranger's face that may look stricken or lost or simply bored. It felt backwards in his mind to put himself and his values upon them as though he knew what was best for them. Sure, when it came down to it, finding someone at the field was really just an offer for them to decide for themselves, an explanation as to what their home could be like for that person. But he wasn't much of a salesman, and the idea of trying to persuade someone to join his home was not appealing in the least. And he certainly didn't want just anybody.
Therefore, with his daughter at his side, they'd come here to simply watch. Perhaps wait. If it felt right, someone would come. Their home was a little different from the others. It was based from their family, the orphaned daughters he and his mate had adopted. He had hopes that it would remain that way, that each new body would be an extension of their family, their pack, and not just a soul to share their grazing. Not just a name to know and a belly to fill.
Besides, it was a great place to practice.
Yes, just like that! Flap strong, but keep your rhythm, he encouraged Heda. She was his little golden girl, a charming stripe of navy lining her spine. He pumped his wings in demonstration as she followed suit, working to build her strength so that she may learn to fly soon. And it would have to be soon, as he would not always have his wings when the light of magic returned to him.
So of course he wasn't all that attracted to the idea of searching for a stranger's face that may look stricken or lost or simply bored. It felt backwards in his mind to put himself and his values upon them as though he knew what was best for them. Sure, when it came down to it, finding someone at the field was really just an offer for them to decide for themselves, an explanation as to what their home could be like for that person. But he wasn't much of a salesman, and the idea of trying to persuade someone to join his home was not appealing in the least. And he certainly didn't want just anybody.
Therefore, with his daughter at his side, they'd come here to simply watch. Perhaps wait. If it felt right, someone would come. Their home was a little different from the others. It was based from their family, the orphaned daughters he and his mate had adopted. He had hopes that it would remain that way, that each new body would be an extension of their family, their pack, and not just a soul to share their grazing. Not just a name to know and a belly to fill.
Besides, it was a great place to practice.
Yes, just like that! Flap strong, but keep your rhythm, he encouraged Heda. She was his little golden girl, a charming stripe of navy lining her spine. He pumped his wings in demonstration as she followed suit, working to build her strength so that she may learn to fly soon. And it would have to be soon, as he would not always have his wings when the light of magic returned to him.
@[Heda]
