06-20-2009, 03:48 PM
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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).
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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).
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