Spre[a]d your [w]ings and prepare to fly

Robin Aatte · 08-04-2011, 08:25 PM

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WC: 1077 Any and all welcome. Set in Shiloh Hills... on the 6th if that's ok? Also her avvie's a little old, she's actually 6 months old now, just so you know Smile

It was the late morning, the lush green grass blew gently in the winds that carressed the lands, the sun was climbing steadily in the sky, soon it would reach it's apex and then the full heat of the summer time noon would take over, the sun beating down on the ground mercilessly. Although at least today there was more cloud cover, there being more fluffy white clouds covering the sky today, their fluffy presence at least would ease some of the heat from the bright shining orb that would soon be high overhead. The birds had taken flight this day, taking to the skies, most of them had anyway, they were all small silhouettes in the sky, their wings and general shape being obvious, but that was just it. If they were doing their usual activity of calling to one another, sending cheerful twittering, tweeting messages to one another then it could not be heard from the ground. Small animals were creeping in the grass, nibbling on the leaves of the bright flowers that pinpricked the green lush ground, they consisted of small rabbits and mice mostly, passing about their day quietly and mostly unnoticed, hiding from sight in the long grass, ever alert to any dangers that might be approaching.

Through all of this bounced a little patchwork ball of fluff, scattering small animals, she was not trying to catch any of them, in fact she was chasing a small purple butterfly that was flittering across the lands. She wanted to catch it and take it back to Felicity, she knew that she liked all things girly and would more than likely enjoy having the small creature as a new pet. Robin wanted to do something nice for her, after all she was her sister, and she loved her, even if she was such a silly girl, Robin much preffered spending time with her brother Linden, he would happily play adventure games with her and clamber up rocks and jump into water with her, he was much more fun, much happier to play rough and tumble games with her, to play fight and generally rough house. She was not a girly creature at all, her idol being Robin Hood, the human male that she had read about in the books that were stored in the house. He was such an exciting man, he had been all over the place, fighting for good, he had stolen from the rich, evil opressors and given the money to the poor, he had had a bow and arrow and a band of Merry Men who went everywhere with him. It was her favourite game, she loved playing at being Robin Hood, but Linden did not seem to like it when she made him be Little John or Will Scarlett, often arguments would be caused over both of them wanting to be the hero of whatever story they were playing out. She usually won though, mostly because she could keep arguing until Linden had lost interest and was just willing to go along with whatever she said. Afterall they were usually her ideas, the plots for their games, so it was most unfair if he tried to be the hero, that was her job, if he did it again she decided that she would let Felicity be one of the Merry Men and make him the damsel in distress that they were going to rescue, yes that would teach him a lesson for sure. But for now the task at hand was to catch this butterfly. She would get it, and she would take it home to Felicity and then maybe she would join in the game more happily, without persuasion.

She was in her Lupus form today, having decided that she was still better at walking in this form, she had been practicing in her new found bipedal form but it was awkward. So the little patchwork girl had decided that she could run better on four legs, she wasn't wobbly in this form, the chances were that she wouldn't fall down like she had been doing so often in the past few days as she ran about in her Optime form. The little female had left the lands, she knew that it probably wasn't the best idea but she was still close to home, it wouldn't take her long to run back if she really needed to, also she was close enough that if she shouted really loudly then someone would probably come and help her out, especially her daddy, he would come and rescue if she needed it, he would come galloping in on his great big horse and save her. Just like she would do one day when someone called for help, she would come in and rescue them, just like she had been practicing in her pretend games, she would be a brave and noble just like her father, she would be a brave protector just like him, one day they would be an amazing duo, brave wolves fighting for justice and everything that was right. She could not wait for that day, just as soon as she grew up, that would be what the pair did, she was sure of it. Having spent all this time lost in thought, the patchwork girl had lost the butterfly, she sat down, her brow and her chocolate coloured nose wrinkling in annoyance, they were pesky creatures, butterflies, too quick to escape. The girl sat down her brow still furrowed. She scratched an ear that was a sandy brown with a deep brown tip with her little grey back foot, wandering back off into deep thought, what was she going to do now? Where could she find another butterfly as pretty as that one to catch and take home? She couldn't go back without one and disappoint Felicity, although then again as it was going to be a surprise present then perhaps she wouldn't mind all so much after all, but Robin would know and she would feel guilty, knowing that she had failed her first proper quest, to hunt her sister a butterfly that she could keep as a new friend. There was of course the matter of how she was going to get it back to Cours Des Miracles without crushing it by accident, or losing it, but the patchwork girl's thought process had not gotten that far, she had been too focused on the chase.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 08-08-2011, 09:48 AM

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It was not one of those rare clear days; the clouds were stopping the full front of the sun's attack, not that Caspa minded the sun. Her light fur and colour were made for the summers and deserts, and she shivered a little whenever it nosed fully behind one of the small but thick clouds, wishing she had enough good cloth for a scarf. Perhaps she should go to the agreeable tailor, Strelein - but there it was again, that strange sense, a disinclination to do so, like a warning. How strange it was, what emotions and thoughts floated to the surface unbidden when you took the time to look at them from a neutral perspective. How depressing this could get, if you let it. Caspa had found doing so hard work, the more introspective she went; but she had a new weapon against the apathy. The young wolfdog crooked her arm a little higher, smiling companionably down at the desperately tiny ball of yellow fluff that cradled there as she walked. It seemed accustomed already to the strange form of transport, although there was no telling with a bird, even a young one. Today she had the idea of finding it insects to eat, and thought of the fertile Shiloh meadow-like hillsides. Truly, nothing could be more idyllic than walking over the peaceful hills with a tiny chick for a travelling companion, watching butterflies. It was almost unbearably pleasant, considering that such tranquillity would never last. There was always a chill wind or a winter or a cold-hearted killer to spoil the scene sooner or later, somewhere this beautiful with no one there protecting it; for these lands were unclaimed, despite bordering the Court.

Or perhaps there was a protector or two. Caspa saw the young girl first, intent on chasing down a butterfly. She didn't look at all familiar, but her trail clearly flagged that they were both from the same monarchy. Caspa glanced briefly skywards. It seemed her lot to catch all the court's children in the act of meddling with parts of nature best left alone. Before it had been the venomous and dangerous and now, the delicate and innocent. The girl didn't look at all vicious, but a butterfly was sensitive to even the most delicate touch. Playing with them could only lead to killing them, Caspa knew, so she was relieved when the insect made its haphazard escape: perhaps the child had never meant to actually catch it anyway, enjoying the chase more than the capture. Caspa approached, noting how lost in thought the youngster was. "Good morning. I'm Caspa, and you must be one of the Miracles Princesses," she said to wake the girl from her reverie. It was only to be expected, she was at that hardest of ages where shifting often first came along, and growing up started to accelerate to a terrifying pace. Of course, it was likely that all that was on her mind was the loss of the butterfly so Caspa added reassuringly "Don't despair, there are plenty more beautiful creatures to chase!"

Robin Aatte · 08-10-2011, 04:46 PM

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WC:1074 Apologies I am a rambler XD I love Caspa by the way, the artwork of her is gorgeous.

The little patchwork girl was rather annoyed at herself as well as the butterfly. She should have been more focused, how could she grow to be a great warrior and protector of the lands if she could not keep her focus on one small butterfly, she had been too excited at the idea of catching it, watching the grin spread across her little sister's face. It was very frustrating to have lost the purple creature with its striking wings, she had wanted to catch it so badly, although she had to admit that she did not know how on earth she would have transported it back home, she had no intention of hurting the little creature, far from it in fact, she wanted to take it home where it would have been loved and cared for by her and her sister, it would have wanted for nothing. Though, she supposed, perhaps it was for the best, having lost it, butterflies were meant to fly of course, perhaps it would not have liked being cooped up in a house, no matter how well it would have been treated. Yes, maybe it did not want to live within the confines of a house, who would after all when they had all of this wonderful space to fly about in, all this lovely scenery to view as their own as you fluttered from place to place. Perhaps the little butterfly would have been lonely and Robin had not been able to catch one butterfly, let alone two so that they could keep one another company. Knowing her sister as well she would let it out for "walks" and then the purple creature would never have come back and Robin would have had to go and catch another one for her distraught sister, she wasn't sure that she would have kept up the ruse that it was the same butterfly as the previous one that she had let out, Felicity was good at noticing small things that the little patchwork girl herself would never have noticed, no the butterfly would have had the wrong spot pattern or something, that would upset her sister more than having lost the first one, her sister pretending she had found it, just to be proven wrong. Perhaps it was indeed for the best that the little fluttering creature remained free to fly and explore the skies and the lands beneath them at it's own will, it was not fair to coop something up when it was accustomed to being allowed to go wherever it chose at a whim. No, maybe Robin would find a caterpillar or something, a bug for herself, her sister would not be as keen on it as a butterfly, but she might like the idea that eventually it might grow into one.

This thought pattern was broken by a voice from nearby. The little female blinked twice, her staring into space having made her blue eyes sting, before she looked up at the tall female who had suddenly caught her attention. It was clear from her scent that she was a member of Cour Des Miracles, just as the patchwork girl was, but the little female had never seen her before, she knew about the pack's ranking system so her scent could not be deceptive, she must have been a member of the pack. The little fae stared up at the tall female with a smile, she was no threat if she was a member of the pack after all, this was not a baddie who had suddenly sprung a trap upon her, she doubted that she would need to show this female just how brave and daring she could be by launching a counter assault. No, the little fae could trust her she was sure, her father had always said that the pack was her family, along with those who were blood related to her and her family would never hurt her, especially not this unusual fae with what seemed to be missing ears.
“You're right!” The little patchwork girl declared, smiling even more, her tail wagging a little now, "I am a Princess, but I'm going to be a hero one day, a brave protector of the people! Just you wait and see, I'm Robin Aatte by the way. It's nice to meet you Caspa." The little female said, remembering to introduce herself eventually, remembering to be polite and say hello properly, even if it was after a sudden cheerful rant, simply making declarations of her own fate to this female, this Caspa would most likely prefer to know her name before hearing her plans for the future after all.

The female suggested as well that all was not lost in the loss of the butterfly and the little girl nodded her multicoloured head, she was right after all, the butterfly's escape was no great loss, in fact it would probably be for the best in the end, the little girl would have had no idea what to do with it when she caught it, she had no clue where to even begin in taking it back to the pack lands and the last thing she would have wanted would to have been to have killed it, she would have found it very difficult to forgive herself had that happened.
"I have decided against catching butterflies now, I was going to take it home, my sister wants a pet you see; I thought she would like it. But they're too quick for me, and I don't want to hurt it." The little female explained, standing now, shaking her fluffy fur as she did so, her ears perking up properly as she raised her head to look at the pale female before her. She seemed to have something in her arms, this piqued the little patchwork girl's interest instantly, it seemed that Caspa herself had a pet, a little fluffy yellow something tucked into the crook of her arm. The little female turned her head onto one side, her blue eyes wide with curiosity; she sniffed the air surreptitiously, trying to work out what the little thing that was so well hidden was. Finally she conceded defeat, she could not work out what it was by scent alone, she would simply have to ask.
"What do you have there?" She asked curiously, turning her head onto one side slightly as she puzzled out what it could be.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 08-26-2011, 05:24 AM

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Thanks! So so sorry for the waiting. A job jumped on me out of the blue. D: Your post length is amazing! Don't worry, I liked reading it.

Caspa knew she was a little strange looking, her mixture of un-wolflike breeds had drawn stares before now. So she was reminded again of the unthinking innocence of childhood as the girl started to talk at her without a sense of the strange and new, as if they'd met before. How open children could be, when they weren't raised in the disciplinarian schooling of Samira, or in abandonment, a harsh survival situation that created only brutes. Truly, Cour des Miracles was a fertile environment. The Princess wanted to grow into a hero, and Caspa nodded approvingly. "It is always good to meet a future hero," she said gravely. The girl was not only bold and determined, but also kind; she sought a butterfly to give to her sister. Caspa would have explained that a butterfly would never have survived the journey home, and Robin would have to turn her thoughts elsewhere if she wanted a pet, when she realised the pup had noticed her own small creature, still held protectively in her arm. "This is a baby chicken," she told the colourful child. "It will grow to lay eggs. For now it is just a fuzzball. This one is smaller than the others, and I don't like to leave her alone with them for too long... they seem to gang up on her." Chicks were adorable, but they had strong claws and beaks, and Caspa worried - perhaps a little too anxiously - about the fate of her tiniest yellow-feathered charge.

Robin Aatte · 09-07-2011, 07:30 PM

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I am ever so sorry for the wait on this! I was on holiday until the 30th and then have been sorting out college stuff so some of my threads have slipped my mind a little. I'm very sorry. WC: 641

This pale female was fascinating to the little patchwork girl, she watched her with wide blue eyes, she knew that it was rude to stare, her parents had explained to her about the differences that wolves and dogs could have, the pack was a mixture of the two, which was what created the variation within the lands, Robin knew not to be rude about another's appearance as often it was simply something that their blood had given them. But this female was interesting to look at, the little female had never seen anyone who looked quite like her, she seemed to have no ears, little did the small girl know that they were simply flopped down beside her head, hidden behind her braided mane. But to the small girl this female had no ears whatsoever, she wondered how she could hear her speaking, perhaps she was reading her lips, the little female had read about deaf humans who had learned to speak with their hands and understood what those who did not have that skill by learning what shape another's lips were when they spoke a certain word; she wondered if it was that easy for deaf wolves, their mouths were not as expressive as a human's after all. She smiled at the female as she spoke, her face stretching into a grin as the lady said that it was nice to meet a future hero, her tail was now wagging vigourously, this female seemed nice, the little female was overjoyed to meet someone who might enjoy listening to her stories, they were very embellished when she told them of course, but who was to say that there were no dragons or pirates hiding amongst the lands, when one looked hard enough with their imagination's eye they could see them easily.
”Thank you very much, I am hoping to be an intrepid explorer as well, I'm going to make maps of the whole of these lands.” The little fae said cheerfully, her tail still wagging, she loved talking about her future plans, especially when she could describe her plans for her heroics and her adventures.

The little female nodded as Caspa explained about the chicken, the little female knew something about birds, only from what she had read in books and from seeing them flapping about the place or hiding high in tree branches. But she knew that a chick was a bird, a small chicken if she was correct, she also knew that birds laid eggs, but had no idea that one could eat them if they needed to. She looked at the female quizzically as she explained that she didn't like leaving the small bird alone, Robin did not understand this, surely the little chick would be fine with her brothers and sisters? Felicity was smaller than herself and Linden but her parents let her stay with them, they would often play rough and tumble games, but they were never any real danger to her. She could not imagine something that small and fluffy being a danger to anything.
"Why does she need to be away from them? Would they hurt her? Why do you want her to lay eggs? What will you do with them?" The little fae fired the questions out quickly, making sure that Caspa could see her mouth, just in case she really did have no ears; she was a very inquisitive creature and once she had an idea in her mind she wanted to know everything about it as quickly as possible, Caspa seemed to know a lot about the little birds so she seemed the right wolf to ask about it. She watched the pale lady with large eyes, her ears perking up, awaiting an answer, she was so thirsty for any knowledge that might help her on her adventures in the future.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 10-04-2011, 01:25 PM

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Their home pack was a cocktail of various species and breeds and Caspa knew she was fairly emblematic of that, with her domestic Middle Eastern throwback looks and wolf background lending sturdy limbs and size. She knew the girl was inspecting her closely and smiled humourlessly, seeing herself through the pup's eyes as an odd creature indeed. "They will lay eggs, which are a good food, and some will hatch into more chicks," she explained in response to the eager questioning. "But of course you knew that, being named after a kind of bird..." Caspa was keen not to patronise the youngster, despite the haughty expression her face often showed, quite against her will. The next issue was harder. She wasn't sure if there was real malice behind the other chick's rough and tumble, but it did sometimes seem as if they'd decided to gang up on their weaker sibling. "They might not mean to hurt her, but maybe they don't realise how sharp their beaks and claws are." The chick in her arm suddenly made a piping squeak and Caspa scratched its back gently saying "What's that, you say you don't mind? Well I suppose we all have to learn to stand up for ourselves sometime... and its fun to play rough, eh? Remembering her own brother and sister Caspa's naturally serious face threatened to become even more solemn. "Make the most of your puppyhood Robin, like this chick you'll be grown up before you know it, that big brave hero you were telling me about, or perhaps another destiny entirely."

Robin Aatte · 10-10-2011, 01:03 PM

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Sorry for the wait on this, I have been a bit slooooow. WC: 870

The little patchwork girl was rather entranced by the tall white female, she seemed rather interesting indeed, both in appearance and in her knowledge. The little female had never seen anyone like her before, she could not imagine what combination of genes would make such a canine, she herself was a mix of wolf and coyote, her frame and patterning, her fur reflected this, although not a lot of her make up appeared to be coyote at all, the wolven genes that she had inherited seemed to have quashed most of the coyote, though she still bore the bright red fur that had been passed on from generation to generation from her great grandfather. The small girl herself was rather a patchwork herself, but in colouration rather than in form, she wondered if perhaps this wise female was a patchwork of different kind of wolf and dog, everyone looked different, this was something she was learning. Large blue eyes watched the female as she spoke, face filled with concentration as she watched the female, she was listening to ever word from her mouth, it seemed that this female had a lot of knowledge that might be useful to the younger girl, after all she was going to be a hero, she wanted to know everything she possibly could about everything, one never knew what might come in handy in strange situations. She had read many adventure stories where the smallest and most simple thing had seemed silly at the time, but had become the key to solving the problem at hand, such as knowing that witches melted when they got wet, this was something that would seem silly to know, but had helped that Dorothy girl when she had been most at need of saving herself. The pale female said that the chickens would lay eggs that were a good source of food, the smaller girl's nose crinkled in curiousity as she thought of this, she herself had tried grass before and that seemed to be what prey animals ate, was that what eggs tasted like? Grass was terribly unpleasant as a taste, she hoped that eggs did not taste like that or else she could hardly see the point of chickens.
"What do eggs taste like?" She asked, her curious nature getting the better of her as she looked at the tall female holding the tiny bird. Caspa then said that Robin was named after a bird, the small female had never really thought on her name in that way, simply thinking of herself as being named after the great English hero, Robin Hood, she supposed that she was indeed named after a bird as well, she had read about robin's in books before, they had red chests and seemed to bounce here and there in the winter time most often. Her tail wagged as she thought of this, a smile crossing her pale lips.
"I had forgotten that I was named after a bird, I suppose I am aren't I? The little ones with the red chests. Do you know a lot about birds then miss Caspa? Have you always looked after them?" Robin asked, her tail wagging as she looked at the older female.

The female explained that the birds did not know how sharp thier beaks and claws were, the little female nodded, she supposed that that might make sense, the patchwork girl supposed that she forgot how sharp her teeth were when she was play fighting with Linden, the red male had let out a yelp of shock more than once when the small female had nipped at his ears. She nodded, perhaps it made sense, the little chick let out a few squeaks and the girl giggled as Caspa replied to her, saying that the chick liked the rough and tumble.
"I understand that little chick, I like to play rough and tumble with my brother and sister, sometimes it is rather fun when you play games like that, but you must be careful not to get hurt." The small girl replied, her tail wagging furiously as she watched the small yellow creature making all of that noise. She was very amused by the little creature, she grinned at the pale female, it seemed that she was being a good chicken mother. The pale female then said that she must enjoy her childhood while she had the chance, that it would be over very quickly and that soon enough she would be a grown up, the little female looked at her with a quizzical expression, she could not imagine being anything other than a hero, she wondered whether or not Caspa's life had changed from the plans that she had once had.
"I think that I will be a hero, I hope I will be. What did you want to be when you were young miss Caspa?" The young female asked, watching Caspa with wide eyes, she was unable to help but be curious, she hoped that Caspa would not be upset that she had asked, but it was too late to take the question back now, she had had a happy childhood and almost assumed that everyone else had had one as well.

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Caspa Al-Fateh · 10-12-2011, 11:07 AM

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Caspa was definitely beginning to feel like a schoolteacher - being called Miss Caspa and hearing her own voice deliver information in a somewhat lecturing way - but it was hard not to comply, in the face of such an eager knowledge seeker, and she was happy to offer whatever answers she could. Unfortunately the next question was a stumper, as Caspa had never tasted eggs. She was not a nest-robber, and until Skye had given her the idea of keeping domestic birds, she had never considered the matter. "I have no idea, but they are nutritious so I am hoping they taste nice too," she admitted. "I've never kept birds before, so I'm really just a beginner."

She looked at the girl suddenly, eyes lighting up with an idea. "You were looking for a pet for your sister? Would you consider taking on this baby for me, until she is big enough to go back with the other two safely?" Caspa was sure she could explain the details of chicken care easily enough - feed: insects, keep protected from predators, find a box for it to sleep in - and the idea could solve both their dilemmas. Of course, it also meant that Robin would have the chance to save her first damsel in distress, albeit in the form of a little yellow chick.

The thought made Caspa smile, and she answered Robin's more existential question with considerably less dolour than anyone else would have received, although her eyes did turn to the horizon in a farseeing and distant manner as she considered. "When I was younger, I didn't know what I wanted. I just wanted to do my best. In my home, youngsters are trained in a skill someone else chooses for them.. Even now, I do not know what exactly I am. We can be many things in our time, and nothing is set in stone." Indeed she did not know what she was, but she knew what she wanted - to protect her lands and prove herself to her fellows - to end the outsider's curse. A task that at times seemed beyond her.

Robin Aatte · 10-19-2011, 02:48 PM

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Sorry for the wait on this m'dear! WC: 788

The small patchwork girl looked up at the white pelted female, she was burning with curiosity as she looked at her, the female was rather entrancing, the Aatte girl could not help but be intrigued by her. She smiled up at Caspa as the female spoke again, watching her with large blue eyes as she did so, she said that she had never tasted eggs before, though she said that they were supposed to be nutritious so perhaps they were good for you?
“What does nutritious mean? And why have you never tasted an egg before? What will you do if they turn out to taste horrible? I have never seen a wolf eat an egg before, how would you go about it?” The young girl asked, the questions pouring forth from her again, spilling past her lips at a rapid fire pace, as often happened when something had stirred her curious nature. She could not help it at all, the patchwork girl wanted to know exactly everything about everything whenever she had the chance to learn. She looked up at the white female who had become her tutor for the day, she hoped that the pale furred lady did not mind this, she had become an accidental teacher for the patchwork girl as they stood here together. The female admitted that she had never kept birds before and the small girl nodded, it seemed that she was already very good at it, the little female was aware though that some wolves were simply good at picking things up when they turned their hands to them, she herself had something of a skill like that, she had picked up reading quickly enough, but she was having some troubles with learning to walk in her Optime form. The small girl wanted to learn everything, her mind was like a sponge, but she was simply having to learn to accept that some things were not as easily learnt as others. Though it seemed that Caspa had picked up bird rearing quickly, perhaps she was the kind of wolf that picked things up quickly as well.
"I see, was it hard to learn how to look after the birds?" The small female asked, her tail wagging as she looked at the female.

Then the female suggested that Robin take care of the little bird, the small girl's eyes widened and a smile stretched across her pale lips, her tail began to wag violently as she looked up at the alabaster female.
"Wow, you really mean it? I can look after the chick? How would I care for her? What do I need to do? I would very much like that, I am sure that Fee would like playing with her and looking after her as well" Robin replied with more than a little delight in her voice, she was unable to stop her tail wagging vigorously. This would be the family's first pet, they had never had anything in the house other than the wolves, her father, mother, brother, sister and uncle; and of course there was the monster under the stairs that Felicity was so scared of, but Robin was beginning to suspect that that was simply a product of her imagination, though she had not told her that, she simply chased it away whenever her brown pelted sister was frightened by it. The small girl was excited, how wonderful it would be to have this small chicken as a pet, she would be able to care for it and play with it with her sister and it would help her prove to her father that she was responsible enough to look after a horse, which was something Robin wanted more than anything.

The pale female then spoke of her childhood, saying that she had been born into a pack that trained the youngsters in something that they were not choosing for themselves, the small female's nose wrinkled slightly as she looked at the female. She could not imagine anything like that, her father and mother had never forced her to do anything other than what she had wanted to do, they supported her plans to become a hero, something that the small girl was more than grateful for. The young girl looked up at the female as she said that nothing was set in stone, the patchwork girl nodded as she said this, they were words of wisdom that she would happily remember in the time to come, although it sounded like she was telling herself more than the small Aatte.
"I think you have found a skill here most certainly, you're a very good chicken mother." The little female offered, hoping that these words would cheer Caspa up.

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Caspa Al-Fateh · 10-21-2011, 04:08 PM

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OOC: No worries! I'm sure I'm making you wait much longer than you are me x) And your posts are about ten times as big too! :O I think this thread seems to be drawing to a close? 300+

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The torrent of questions showed no sign of slowing. In fact it gathered pace as the question of eggs was raised - something Caspa had never given so much thought before in her life. This girl had such a thirst for learning - a tendency that would have been pleasing to Caspa's teachers, if Robin had also learned to keep silent when required. No such thing was required now, but some of these questions were verging on overkill - how to eat an egg? Caspa did not have quite enough patience to go on answering as straight-forwardly as she had been, though she was by no means annoyed. "Nutritious means good for you, and I would suggest we should treat eating it like taking medicine that tastes bad - quickly. I suppose you could eat them however you pleased. I am planning to try swallowing them," she said with a deliberately foolish smile. Ask a silly question...!

Was it hard to learn to look after the birds? "Not really. With some common sense, its possible to work these things out for yourself. You can look at what other adult birds like them eat, and think about what all animals needs are, and put two and two together. I'll explain it to you this time, though, to get you started!" she added quickly, "and some animals may be more complicated than others - big ones like horses, for example." Caspa really didn't understand horses. In fact, she avoided them whenever possible. She put the chick down on the ground, knowing that she could outrun it if it decided to escape, but the luperci-reared little bird ran straight at Robin, for one reason or another. "She already knows she's coming back with you!" Caspa noted in good humour. "Welcome to the world of chicken mothering." She wouldn't exactly call it a skill - but it did have its rewards. "You will need to give her a name - your sister might want to help too? We could take her back now, and I will give you her care instructions on the way." The day was drawing on, and the butterfly hunter had found a different kind of prize.

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