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- Attila Aston - 06-03-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-20-2009 [html] -jumps in!- 600+ The Amara was in need of fresh vegetables for Aidan again, since the red she-wolf usually spoiled her equine companion with little treats of vegetables here and there, usually when Aidan had done a marvelous task, or was just obedient. Asha wished she could say the same for Jaya, her Spirit Guide, but that hawk was just as disobedient and spontaneous as herself. Hah, that figured. Jaya was barely tolerant of Aidan, perhaps maybe sensing even a hint of jealousy to come from him due to the fact that Asha practically basked in Aidan's attention nearly twenty-four seven. How could she not, when the equine was her means of traveling and somewhat protection? All she could do was smirk every now and then to this; her Spirit Guide was like taking care of a puppy, literally. Her soft amber gaze had not seen the Aston boy initially in the vegetable harvest area; she had just missed the sight of him as he disappeared in the nearby barn. Giving a gentle tap with the heel of her foot, Asha had come on horse back, and apparently Aidan knew the reason for it, for the sight and aroma of the vegetables in the ground caused him to issue an ethusiastic neigh. With her small frame hopping off his back, she softly patted his neck. "I know, don't try anything smart like last time. Patience is a virtue, no matter what Jaya might say, or what your instincts tell you." Asha honestly believed that Jaya had some part in Aidan's mischief every now and then, despite the fact that Aidan used to be wily as all hell in the beginning, but calmed considerably down nowadays. Giving a smirk, the warrior in training skimmed through the harvest fields, only promising to gather vegetables in a small amount. Picking up ripe and grown carrots, her fingers easily browsed through the vegetables, breaking them in halves and putting them in her hide knapsnack along her hip to cut into smaller pieces later. She was making this a quick job until one ear flicked to the barn, in which erratic sounds were suddenly being made in high volume (a combination of banging and screeching). Blinking, Asha turned to look at Aidan, seeing if he heard the same thing, in which he did, casting a glance over to the very barn. Compelled to find out just what was making such a racket, Asha absently slipped what she had in her hands into her sack and then sauntered as stealthily and silently as she could over to the barn, getting a closer look by means of the barn door (in which at first she hid behind so whoever was in there couldn't see her at first). And this was Aidan's time to make a sneak move in order to grab some vegetables for himself from the harvest grounds without Asha knowing, as he trotted to the nearest batch of vegetables and started to graze away. Peering in, there was a mess of a haystack that fell from what appeared to be a high place. There was also a young boy, cradling what appeared to be a frantic and alarmed juvenile owl. The fallen haystack and the owl didn't connect at first, unless it was assumed that the boy had been trying to get at the owl from a high place, and the result of the mess happened. It was then Asha came from out the barn door, casually leaning against it with folded arms and a genuine smirk on her face. How endearing the scene was, a boy trying to comfort a baby owl. There was certainly nothing wrong with it, but it certainly wasn't a scene one beheld too often. Weren't boys inclined to playing touch and not giving a damn about things? This had certainly been a new face to her, however, the boy distinctly reminded Asha of Tayui in a sense. Did she have offspring this season? "I hope to the great Spirit Guides you're not planning to eat the poor thing." Asha then spoke with slight amusement, a quirked brow raised and her smirk firm across her muzzle. [/html] - Attila Aston - 06-20-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-20-2009 [html] Sure. (: 500 Asha could tell the confusion written across his face initially at her presence; many new faces of the tribe that came after their settlement not knowing too much about Dawali's daughters in general. Thanks Agidoda, for not pridefully saying a word about your only daughters. She was internally kidding, of course. The red she-wolf adored giving Dawali a difficult time, or making him feel guilty about outlandish things. Her Agidoda knew her all too well to know that half the time she was just trying to yank his tail with things. Observing the boy, the more she looked at the contours of his face, his eyes, and his pelt color, the more he reminded Asha of Tayui. It was a question that was begging to be asked, but Asha figured simple introduction formalities such as that could be answered later on. There was an injured baby barn owl at paw to handle. Her smirk didn't falter once, even when the boy answered in an irritable statement. It was then he immediately requested some sort of assistance for the wing to be examined in the absence of anything useful to fix it or perhaps even the Gola Watsi himself. Uncrossing her arms, it was then she swiftly sauntered over, stooping down to where she balanced herself on bended knees to take a closer look at the baby barn owl. "Let me see. May I?" Her eyebrows raised, gesturing for the boy to allow her to observe the owl more closely. Granted that he did allow her to look (for his request, after all), her digits ran soothingly through the feathers, at first trying to calm the bird in her grasp (the presence of the two probably made it quite afraid that big creatures were handling such a small avian!) Once she pet through its feathers a couple times, her fingers strayed to both the wings; the tips of her fingers feeling out the fine bone structures on each wing at the same time. Suddenly the baby barn owl made a terrible caw, and it was when her fingers hit upon a tender, abstract point. "Whoah! Seems like you're right, there is a little wing injury on this guy..." She said with a faint shake of her head. Her eyes then danced over to the pile of hay that was everywhere, and then back to the bird. "Did this... did this happen on accident, or... were you trying to get it down from there?" Asha then asked, observing the piece that was wedged in the wooden wall of the barn, a possible piece of evidence that signified that maybe this didn't happen as spontaneously as she thought. If the boy was responsible for this, Asha wasn't going to chastise him. Not in the least. She did considerably worse things when she was younger, so the boy honestly had no need to lie to her (and if he did, she'd catch him in it anyway, given that single metal piece was probable evidence). [/html] - Attila Aston - 06-23-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-24-2009 [html]
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This boy, he appeared to be a feisty one in his own nature, and Asha had a remarkable ability to sense that. She was keen on figuring out somebody by merely five minutes of conversation with them, and prided herself for such. It instantly brought herself back to when she was about his age, and how her spirits and liveliness were even more brighter than they were currently (and Asha usually kept a pretty optimistic, extroverted persona about himself). Proclaiming that this incident purely stemmed on accident, her amber eyes wandered to the messy scene once more, noting the apparatus used in his anger as it hit the ceiling and the hay came tumbling down with the poor bird. Valid reason enough. His explanation seemed quite flustered and frustrated, and even while he wore something along the lines of a grimace, Asha still kept her smile and collection about herself. "I see then. Well, at least this was the only thing to happen to the poor thing. Broken wings could at least heal, thankfully it was nothing of anything worse..." Death or a fatal injury, however, would have been much harder to correct. Fortunately the boy was only partially responsible for the fall of the hay, and since it was only but a mere wound, there was certainly bright hope for the baby barn owl. Thankfully bones healed at the rate that they did. Standing up now from her bended knees, the baby barn owl gave another sort of alarming caw in her grasp, in which the poor thing was slightly shaken from both its pain and the sudden presence of these two big creatures that were handling it. Keeping it in her grasp, and letting her fingers gently rub soothingly against its pretty pattern of feathers, the Ayastigi's eyes roamed about the barn in pursuit of some useful tools that the both of them could wield in order to make somewhat of a mini object that could keep the wing straight so that it would heal. Issuing a softly put hmm in her throat, her eyes wandered right back to the flustered boy. "What we need is some small slabs of wood about the length of one of my fingers; maybe even the length of the owl's wing, to keep it on a straight slab so that the wing could heal accordingly without any bends. That, and some string, or rope so that we can fasten the wood on the wing tightly so it'll stay put. Do you think you could try and look around for those things in here?" Asha was no medical genius like the caliber of Dawali or even her sister Aiyanna, but it was common sense enough that it was probably the right thing to do in this case, with the little knowledge she knew for healing bones. "And, we might want to go back out into the harvest garden to see if there's any herbs planted in the grounds, just for supplement sake and internal comfort, you know?" She quipped in, continuously soothing the frightened owl in her grasp. Good job on making yourself actually -sound- like you know what you're doing, even though you really don't. Jaya's voice resonated in her mind, in which she kept a smirk to herself, and lightly shook her head. - Attila Aston - 06-26-2009 [html]
- Asha Amara - 06-29-2009 [html]
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All the while there had been an amused smirk plastered across her red maw, watching as how the boy's mind was ticking and grinding its gears in his own thinking process. He was interesting to her, with the way his quirky personality showed through his thinking. Before she knew it, he was already off sniffing around for the said items that Asha deemed would be able to help the baby barn owl. Keeping the little shivering frame in her grasp, she drew it in to where it was against her chest, and began rubbing through its feathers soothingly. Poor thing. Luckily though it was in good hands of both Asha and the boy, for they were going to help this little owl out. It was it's lucky day, and at that, Asha's amber gaze flickered in realization. "Lucky. That's what we'll call this owl." The boy might have thought of Asha to be slightly crazy for talking to herself about giving this owl such a name, but wasn't it suiting for it at this point? Seeing as how Asha couldn't just let the boy look for materials himself, her eyes roved around the barn to see what was useful. There wasn't too much to work with it, it was either obsolete or too big for the owl entirely. But, the boy happened to find some materials that seemed to be pretty similar to what was said. It was alright if they weren't the exact things, but close enough would work enough, right? "That's fine, it'll be able to work alright if we can tie it firm enough." It was then Asha descended back down on her knees in a squat, nearly eye level with the boy. "Alright. You're going to have to take the straightest branch you got there. The fabic, we'll have to rip into small strips so that each end could be tied around Lucky's wing. If you could do that, i'll help hold out Lucky's wing so you can get the small branch positioned and then we can start tying on the fabic." It was best to leave Asha holding the owl's wing out, for the owl might get a little frustrated and possibly try to snap at the two, and Asha didn't want the owl causing any harm to the boy and making him even more frustrated than he already was. Taking a deep breath, her fingers moved to the injured wing. Her movements were calculated, calm, and collected, and slowly she took hold of the wing's tip and began to stretch it out. Lucky was not complying whatsoever, and suddenly began flapping and cawing in her grasp. Asha's eyes widened. This was probably going to take some patience and effort. "We've got to be quick with this, or else Lucky here is going to be even more frustrated." Asha attempted to extend the wing once again, opening up as far and straight as it could go, but the owl was making such a riot in Asha's grasp that it was actually a little scary to be handling and trying to take care of such a thrashing bird, but it must be done. - Attila Aston - 07-02-2009 [html] ooc: --
Lucky? Attila noticed how the woman called the little nestling, and it was a very weird name. The plae boy would take Rex better than that. Sincerly, it was a very dumb name. It had to be more... original. The boy mused for a few seconds about a better name. Well, owls are known as wise animals, related to knowledge. Knowledge recalled the boy of books, which reminded of stories... Hmm... It took a bit for the boy to remember of what a small book of names had, as he looked hor the meaning of his own and of his siblings. Then, a click sounded inside his mind as he remembered of a promising one... Keen! It meant "Wise poet" in some old human language he couldn't remember. It was also much more interesting than "Lucky". That would be it. Doesn't mind what the woman would think; for him, the owl was Keen. Then, he was brought back to Earth as the woman said of what he had to do. "Dang it..!" He thought, enraged. He almost imploded with the anger. Those would be so much easier if he could shift... His permanent paws shook with the rage as he tried to rip the strp into a smaller but longer one carefully, though he just wanted to destroy it, to release that anger. But he managed to control it and choose a good-looking stick -as she requested- and set the material.
He watched the woman held out the tip of the bird's wing and strecht it. Soon, the bird relucted, fighting with the strenght pulling his wing out. The Aston boy flinched, imagining the pain it would be causing him. A whimper built in his throath, but it was so choky and repressed that Asha wouldn't have noticed. He couldn't believe he was suffering from the avian's pain. It should be contrary: he'd be laughing at his pain. "WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME?!?" He thought, now really annoyed with that. What now? He'd get soften up by a stupid nestling?! No way! He frowned, but got ready to end with that as soon as she strech the bird's wing again, trying to focus only on that. He would not let himself feel like that again. It was just riculous! - Asha Amara - 07-29-2009 [html]
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Seemingly this boy looked as if he had a lot of internal dialogue going on in his head, just by the tell-tale fact of the expression he was giving himself upon his face. Asha wouldn't care to ask about all the things rummaging through his head, however, as it was indeed none of her business to know and if the boy didn't feel comfortable with talking to a stranger, she wouldn't hold it against him. He seemed quite determine enough to get this baby barn owl wrapped up nicely, and so holding out the wing as best as she could (trying to stabilize it as it created a ruckus of noise and movement once again), she hoped that the boy would be able to make the wrapping neat and quick. "You're doing great, just make sure to wrap it firmly, but not too tight to make Lucky uncomfortable." She noted, coining that little nickname she decided to give it with a grin. Seemingly the owl calmed down by a mere bit, feeling and seeing that its injured wing was getting wrapped. There could be no ruckus made if one wing was outstretched amongst the other; it would simply get in the way of its incessant movement. Asha observed closely as the boy did his magic, waiting for him to complete the task. - Attila Aston - 07-31-2009 [html] ooc: One more round?
He grimaced as he successifully attatched the bandage in the baby owl, holding his nerves as strong as he could. Ah, it was stupid. Lucky... Keen. Keen, Keen, Keen... His name is Keen, for Christ sake! Lucky... What the hell kind of name was that, for crying out loud... He tied it as tight as it seemed needed, making a half-ass bow, cursing his belated - in his mind, as he still hadn't the minimun age - shift. How boring it was, not having an opposite thumb. He envied anyone in that form near him. In that situation, it meant his target now was Dawali's femme clone. Better, his daughter. Hmph! He grunted lightly, watching with what looked like a caring father eyes. Well, if that poor crature couldn't have his biological, he could as well have it as him, an adoptive father.
He felt sheepish - no, stupid actually - for thinking like that, but he found out that he could face it. Before that female took the nestling and squeezed him in a hug, he lyed down, his paws forming a circle protecting him from that girl's maternal envied hands, and tried to place it in his head. The poor youngster wouldn't grasp himself in the pale boy's shoulder, and he wouldn't be caring it around in his mouth. Carefully, he equiliobrated the little brat in his head, and it seemed to like, as a confortable chippering came from his head. He laughed once, and got on his feet, careful to don't shake much his head. He could feel the already sharp claws of the owl hold in the tuff of his head, his imaginative mane. It would be good as a nest, as it looked. |