Re: Cold Toes
Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 12:02 am
Oh how very amusing to be seeing these things from such a perspective.
The tiny tanager was nestled between the mare's ears, having been snatched up at the sound of a feline yowl. Her eyes had followed the direction her bonded's ears had swiveled towards, revealing the small cat that somehow felt familiar to her and a strange wolf. Only he wasn't a wolf any more; another shifter, then.
"What make ye of this, dear friend?"
"I make a cat and a shifter, M'Lady."
Songhue simply had to grin. When the mare had been bonded to her so long as that a talking cat was just a normal, every day sight, it was indeed cause for mild amusement.
But then the strange creature was often easily amused. Seeing a sparrow learn to fly was known to make her eyes dance, or simply listening to the winds rolling off the sea. So the quietly chirruping chuckle that slipped out didn't really surprise Path, even if she didn't understand it.
"Come, we'll find another spot for you to rest."
"No, no, dear one, 'tis merrily well here, I do think. Though I may need to shift, with such felines about, shifters themselves or not, else I look a tasty treat."
"So you do hunt, then."
"Only in those forms that need and crave the meat, but aye, I do so hunt."
"Perhaps one day I shall catch your wolf on the prowl, then."
"Mayhaps, my dear, as much as you and the others have been keeping tabs on me as of late."
Path grinned a bit herself with this, though she couldn't have said why any more than she could have explained her bonded's earlier amusement. Matters of the heart and emotions were most illogical to her; she chose to live them, not understand them.
Songhue tucked a few stray strands of the mare's forelock aside in a sign of affection, glad that her friend and bonded had come. They had a good understanding between them and she did love the mare.
Clicking her beak, she carefully made her way down the soft, sky blue mane, settling between her friends shoulders before shifting to her fae form. She may be able to get away with arguing Sign into setting her down but she knew Path wouldn't allow such a thing. The great golden mare would most likely take it as an insult, in all truth.
"Greetings," Path nickered, trotting closer after glancing back to check that her bonded had settled. Songhue had noted a wish to stay and so they would; but 'twould be rude to lurk and watch, and so without a spoken word they made ready to greet new friends.
Songhue patted her friend's neck and tucked her legs over the mare's shoulders, moving with a particular care that caused Path to flick an ear back.
"Hail and merry meet, yon strangers, and gladly do I happen upon thee on such a chill day as this."
She smiled a bit, smoothing Path's mane in a comforting manner, the two seeming to speak in ways that went beyond words while they approached with the hard, sharp snapping of hooves on the cold ground.
The tiny tanager was nestled between the mare's ears, having been snatched up at the sound of a feline yowl. Her eyes had followed the direction her bonded's ears had swiveled towards, revealing the small cat that somehow felt familiar to her and a strange wolf. Only he wasn't a wolf any more; another shifter, then.
"What make ye of this, dear friend?"
"I make a cat and a shifter, M'Lady."
Songhue simply had to grin. When the mare had been bonded to her so long as that a talking cat was just a normal, every day sight, it was indeed cause for mild amusement.
But then the strange creature was often easily amused. Seeing a sparrow learn to fly was known to make her eyes dance, or simply listening to the winds rolling off the sea. So the quietly chirruping chuckle that slipped out didn't really surprise Path, even if she didn't understand it.
"Come, we'll find another spot for you to rest."
"No, no, dear one, 'tis merrily well here, I do think. Though I may need to shift, with such felines about, shifters themselves or not, else I look a tasty treat."
"So you do hunt, then."
"Only in those forms that need and crave the meat, but aye, I do so hunt."
"Perhaps one day I shall catch your wolf on the prowl, then."
"Mayhaps, my dear, as much as you and the others have been keeping tabs on me as of late."
Path grinned a bit herself with this, though she couldn't have said why any more than she could have explained her bonded's earlier amusement. Matters of the heart and emotions were most illogical to her; she chose to live them, not understand them.
Songhue tucked a few stray strands of the mare's forelock aside in a sign of affection, glad that her friend and bonded had come. They had a good understanding between them and she did love the mare.
Clicking her beak, she carefully made her way down the soft, sky blue mane, settling between her friends shoulders before shifting to her fae form. She may be able to get away with arguing Sign into setting her down but she knew Path wouldn't allow such a thing. The great golden mare would most likely take it as an insult, in all truth.
"Greetings," Path nickered, trotting closer after glancing back to check that her bonded had settled. Songhue had noted a wish to stay and so they would; but 'twould be rude to lurk and watch, and so without a spoken word they made ready to greet new friends.
Songhue patted her friend's neck and tucked her legs over the mare's shoulders, moving with a particular care that caused Path to flick an ear back.
"Hail and merry meet, yon strangers, and gladly do I happen upon thee on such a chill day as this."
She smiled a bit, smoothing Path's mane in a comforting manner, the two seeming to speak in ways that went beyond words while they approached with the hard, sharp snapping of hooves on the cold ground.