07-02-2009, 10:59 AM
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The male glanced at his daughter, his mouth a wry smile, as she spoke of support, of right and wrong, life and death. He very nearly shuddered, then, thinking of Brennt, thinking of his duties to his tribe members, and to justice. He glanced at the statue-like form on his shoulder. The bird weighed nothing at all unless she chose to weigh something, and that was what she had done ever since that predator had come lurking at his borders. She'd been chatty, before, mirroring his emotions even when he did not understand them, but now.. Silence. Nothing but silence, and the bird sat heavily on his shoulder - as if there wasn't enough weighing them down already. He hoped his tribe fellows would help him in matters of life and death, because an event was imminent. He knew it, and he took Gvihita's changed behavior as a sign. He still missed her annoying attempts at conversation, because he feared being alone, now more than ever. She was his guide, was she not? Yet no words of guidance came out of that beak, and her eyes stared at him without emotion, as if she was merely some trained bird. Perhaps she was trying to tell him something, push him to do something - he didn't know. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. His gaze was locked onto the path after that smile had finished, and he had nothing more to say on the subject.
Some steps were taken by their feet, now four in total, before Asha spoke up with words to make the insides of her Agidoda cringe a little. In a sense he was proud of her - she was taking it well, and she was mature about it, but at the same time he wished she did not feel the way she described. He was her father, after all, and all he wanted in return for giving her life was that she treat that life well, and that she was happy. And while the first demand was met, the second was not - at least right now. Stopping where they stood, his grip on her shoulder became a small and loose hug - not the passionate kind, but the slightly awkward, but caring kind. His voice was small as he indirectly offered her his compassion. "We have all lost something, my dearest, and I am proud of you to carry it well." Leland had been a person he had spent some very good times with himself, and he'd considered the two close friends. Now, he had lost a friend, and his daughter had lost something genuine, and he wished it otherwise. It could not happen, though, and what was changed could not be undone.
The male's stomach growled menacingly as he pulled himself out of the hug, and he glanced towards the village. The torches and lights from the buildings there were close now, and his den was not too far away. There was both fish and salted deer to feast on there, as well as some semi-fresh rabbit from a few days back. "Come, let's not speak about only the sad things. We should celebrate your homecoming, just the two of us, eh? Some quality time with your old 'Doda?" Dawali made a movement with his head as if to point in the direction of the village with it, and his smile was soft and kind as he spoke.
By James! [/html]
The male glanced at his daughter, his mouth a wry smile, as she spoke of support, of right and wrong, life and death. He very nearly shuddered, then, thinking of Brennt, thinking of his duties to his tribe members, and to justice. He glanced at the statue-like form on his shoulder. The bird weighed nothing at all unless she chose to weigh something, and that was what she had done ever since that predator had come lurking at his borders. She'd been chatty, before, mirroring his emotions even when he did not understand them, but now.. Silence. Nothing but silence, and the bird sat heavily on his shoulder - as if there wasn't enough weighing them down already. He hoped his tribe fellows would help him in matters of life and death, because an event was imminent. He knew it, and he took Gvihita's changed behavior as a sign. He still missed her annoying attempts at conversation, because he feared being alone, now more than ever. She was his guide, was she not? Yet no words of guidance came out of that beak, and her eyes stared at him without emotion, as if she was merely some trained bird. Perhaps she was trying to tell him something, push him to do something - he didn't know. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. His gaze was locked onto the path after that smile had finished, and he had nothing more to say on the subject.
Some steps were taken by their feet, now four in total, before Asha spoke up with words to make the insides of her Agidoda cringe a little. In a sense he was proud of her - she was taking it well, and she was mature about it, but at the same time he wished she did not feel the way she described. He was her father, after all, and all he wanted in return for giving her life was that she treat that life well, and that she was happy. And while the first demand was met, the second was not - at least right now. Stopping where they stood, his grip on her shoulder became a small and loose hug - not the passionate kind, but the slightly awkward, but caring kind. His voice was small as he indirectly offered her his compassion. "We have all lost something, my dearest, and I am proud of you to carry it well." Leland had been a person he had spent some very good times with himself, and he'd considered the two close friends. Now, he had lost a friend, and his daughter had lost something genuine, and he wished it otherwise. It could not happen, though, and what was changed could not be undone.
The male's stomach growled menacingly as he pulled himself out of the hug, and he glanced towards the village. The torches and lights from the buildings there were close now, and his den was not too far away. There was both fish and salted deer to feast on there, as well as some semi-fresh rabbit from a few days back. "Come, let's not speak about only the sad things. We should celebrate your homecoming, just the two of us, eh? Some quality time with your old 'Doda?" Dawali made a movement with his head as if to point in the direction of the village with it, and his smile was soft and kind as he spoke.
By James!