Re: Cold Toes
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 3:07 pm
"Water does bring the lion to rest beside the gazelle, I have found. It be no surprise that it hath brought ones such as we together. Have you had the drink you sought, young Shadow Flame, or do we long-winded creatures delay the cool, liquid relief?"
The liger flicked her tail with a faint grin, her eyes flashing merrily as her bonded nickered out a gentle laugh. The strange, shifting fae knew quite well her speech was different than that of many others; while she could do naught to change this, she could at least laugh at herself for it.
"I do believe your name was asked of you, M'Lady, lest ye forget."
"Aye, such a name as that was given this form has been asked, but what of ye, dear bonded? You gave not your own name, though I have spoken it whence your arrival."
Snorting out a laugh, the mare arched her neck in amusement before declaring "Then we shall each properly give our spoken names, if it is agreed."
Chuckling, the pale feline couldn't help but think that this was the only creature she knew of that would be able to joke and laugh with her over manners. This gentle teasing was something she knew with the pale mare and only she.
"Dearest Vineda, that which you see before you has been known as Saileach for time out of mind. 'Tis an old word in the ancient tongue."
"And I am Path, she who walks upon beams of sunlight according to my bonded here. Pleased am I to greet such ones as that could place this joy within this dear liger's heart."
With a flick of her tail, Saileach nipped at her bonded's neck and stood to stretch her limbs, purring as she let her tail wander up to tickle the mare's nose. It was a rare day indeed; she felt well enough to be playful.
"Now that such company has been found and the whisper of stream water is not far off for those that thirst, what would ye wish to do, sweet companions? Surly 'tis too fine a day, chill though it may be, to spend on inactivity."
Path flicked an ear there, a slight frown showing on her muzzle as she snorted and leaned close to the great cat's ear, her tail ring worrying reflections of light across the ground for an instant. "Your leg, Saileach..."
"'Tis fine," the cat purred, "and only does cause trouble when they that caused the wound come near."
Path's frown deepened into a scowl, her ears flicking back in displeasure. When she opened her mouth as if to argue her point, however, she was cut off by the sharp snapping of hooves on frozen ground.
"There you are! Would it have killed you to send word back? We've been waiting from when the greater sun touched the trees to when the distant sun danced over the streams!"
"The shadows have shifted so badly in my absence? Pardon, I had not known such time had passed."
Snorting, the new Serian trotted closer, the strange winter light that was both bright and muted revealing a unique stallion. Shades of deepest indigo and purple faded across his hide, making him seem no more than a moving shadow. Bright, sun yellow markings danced down his sides, his tousled mane and tail a matching shade of brightest, reflective gold. The stallion that stood with his head held high and his legs steady and sure could hardly be recognized as the same nervously hyper Serian that would have once praced uncertainly in place.
"All is well, Sparkle, do not fear," Saileach purred, a rather feline grin playing over her muzzle.
Sparkle rolled his eyes at those words, but overlooked then long enough to dip his head towards the others beyond his standing bonded and resting bond-sister to the great felines that seemed to be watching all this. "I am Sparkle, as you heard, and quite pleased to see that yon Saileach here was not on her own." Flicking his tail, he gave the liger a look that didn't quite manage to be stern because of the grin that leaked through. "She has a very bad habit of getting into trouble when she wanders on her own."
The liger flicked her tail with a faint grin, her eyes flashing merrily as her bonded nickered out a gentle laugh. The strange, shifting fae knew quite well her speech was different than that of many others; while she could do naught to change this, she could at least laugh at herself for it.
"I do believe your name was asked of you, M'Lady, lest ye forget."
"Aye, such a name as that was given this form has been asked, but what of ye, dear bonded? You gave not your own name, though I have spoken it whence your arrival."
Snorting out a laugh, the mare arched her neck in amusement before declaring "Then we shall each properly give our spoken names, if it is agreed."
Chuckling, the pale feline couldn't help but think that this was the only creature she knew of that would be able to joke and laugh with her over manners. This gentle teasing was something she knew with the pale mare and only she.
"Dearest Vineda, that which you see before you has been known as Saileach for time out of mind. 'Tis an old word in the ancient tongue."
"And I am Path, she who walks upon beams of sunlight according to my bonded here. Pleased am I to greet such ones as that could place this joy within this dear liger's heart."
With a flick of her tail, Saileach nipped at her bonded's neck and stood to stretch her limbs, purring as she let her tail wander up to tickle the mare's nose. It was a rare day indeed; she felt well enough to be playful.
"Now that such company has been found and the whisper of stream water is not far off for those that thirst, what would ye wish to do, sweet companions? Surly 'tis too fine a day, chill though it may be, to spend on inactivity."
Path flicked an ear there, a slight frown showing on her muzzle as she snorted and leaned close to the great cat's ear, her tail ring worrying reflections of light across the ground for an instant. "Your leg, Saileach..."
"'Tis fine," the cat purred, "and only does cause trouble when they that caused the wound come near."
Path's frown deepened into a scowl, her ears flicking back in displeasure. When she opened her mouth as if to argue her point, however, she was cut off by the sharp snapping of hooves on frozen ground.
"There you are! Would it have killed you to send word back? We've been waiting from when the greater sun touched the trees to when the distant sun danced over the streams!"
"The shadows have shifted so badly in my absence? Pardon, I had not known such time had passed."
Snorting, the new Serian trotted closer, the strange winter light that was both bright and muted revealing a unique stallion. Shades of deepest indigo and purple faded across his hide, making him seem no more than a moving shadow. Bright, sun yellow markings danced down his sides, his tousled mane and tail a matching shade of brightest, reflective gold. The stallion that stood with his head held high and his legs steady and sure could hardly be recognized as the same nervously hyper Serian that would have once praced uncertainly in place.
"All is well, Sparkle, do not fear," Saileach purred, a rather feline grin playing over her muzzle.
Sparkle rolled his eyes at those words, but overlooked then long enough to dip his head towards the others beyond his standing bonded and resting bond-sister to the great felines that seemed to be watching all this. "I am Sparkle, as you heard, and quite pleased to see that yon Saileach here was not on her own." Flicking his tail, he gave the liger a look that didn't quite manage to be stern because of the grin that leaked through. "She has a very bad habit of getting into trouble when she wanders on her own."