12-30-2018, 12:13 PM
The wink sets her off in the best way possible; she giggles and giggles and flicks her little bit-of-fluff tail. Even at this age, so tender and new, she found it utterly charming to be winked at. It seemed a little absurd given their infantile state, but it made him cuter as much as it could - colts had cooties. Or so her older said as he clacked his beak together in what she considered to be a kind of sinister fashion, almost like a warning…
That she thought no more of, because she was too busy giggling and smiling back at him like a birdbrain. Her father didn’t wink much but she recognized this as some kind of meaningful communication that occurs between adults. This for her, is the first time she’s been the recipient of it and even though he might feel ridiculous, she’s a girl and easily charmed even by a bumbling wink that could be nothing more than a speck of dust in his eye. Her face sobers up as he mentions control and practice; she listens real hard and likes the part about continuing to try then maybe she’ll become invisible too.
Wander’s face brightens, even though she harbors doubts about being able to turn invisible like he can. Seems like something like that ought to have already manifested itself if she was capable of such a thing… like how she has tiny addax horns (more than little nubs) sprouting all spirally from her head. She blinks in surprise as he pops into view just then, and gets a real good look at him - -
He’s like pale cream, sort of like her clouds above; blue hair and points the color of an icicles and iced-over streams. She decides that he’s actually quite pretty to look at, in the same vein as the sky and clouds for all that she is landlocked - no wings, no levitating tricks, or an ounce of flight or floating. Just tiny horns and good legs to run with. Which she decides is okay enough but wow, he sure was a looker with the straggly bits of mane in his eyes.
The unkemptness of him is hardly perturbing; her family exists that way most of the time. Sometimes they’ll take a communal bath in whatever river they happen across then spend some time grooming one another. But give a day or two later and they’re right back to looking like wild ponies that just wandered up and out of some dark spooky forest. Which is almost the truth, but not quite as dastardly as it sounds in her head.
Or romantic. Well, it was kind of if she took her parents’ love story into consideration and being that Wander is so obviously a girl, she does. Romance plays it’s part in her apricot head, spinning out notions both wild and silly like threads unraveling all over from a once-tight ball of string. She catches the shrug with her eyes and his name with her ears; smiling as she finally has something more than ‘ghostie’ to think of him as. Though it still has a nice ring to it as a nickname.
“Oh I’m Wander,” she answers smoothly, as if she’s practiced that very sentence over and over, just awaiting the moment someone besides a long-lost sibling would ask her who she is. “I think we do now. Momma says her sister lives here so we should too, and father never disappoints mother.” She thinks about that for a moment, evidenced by the sudden head-tilt and confusion expressed on her face before it fades and she’s back to grinning at him. “I haven’t either! You’re the first,” Wander admits, a little more shyly than she’s ever been with him.
“Does this mean we’re friends now?” and how her little heart hopes so! Because it means all her fervent prayers to the clouds and the stars have come true. And because she’s never learned the art of disguise, her face reads like a little heart wrenching book of naked disgusting hope that shines just as bright in her eyes as it does in the smile on her lips.
@[Pteron] ummm i got carried away lol <333