air[p]lanes like shooting stars.

Rook · 06-09-2011, 04:14 AM

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“Oh,” he sounded. “I’ll come back to you with answer for that some other time...” He was going to open his mouth to share a list of unique plants – those that moved at the slightest touch or did other things, like feed on insects – but decided against it. If given the chance, he’d probably prattle both of Barrett’s ears off and Rook did not want to bore the youth at all. So when the topic of planes whisked all the vegetation talk away, the coyote was more than grateful.

Airborne truck or bus… Hmm. Rook nodded. He did know what a bus was, even if it, too, was in pieces. There was a dilapidated one by the lake where he and his father used to camp; its wheels had long since blown out and several of its windows had shattered or cracked, but the dog-like logo on the side had been one of his favorite things about the place. His father told him that humans used to travel to far away places on its four wheels. Some traveled back after some time while others would never return. The idea of traveling to some distant place had never occurred to him then but he was glad now that he had taken the opportunity to wind up in such a place as Crimson Dreams.

Imagining a plane in the sky, however, was something he couldn’t fathom. He raised his muzzle to look up at the heavens but still found the idea very bizarre opposed to a flying bus. Rook then smiled at the dark-pelted youth, “Yeah, definitely.” He idly placed his hands in his pockets, “Are there any other planes around here? A bus maybe?” The last part of his question seemed to fall off his tongue before he could stop it. It plucked at his heartstrings a bit but if there actually were an abandoned one somewhere, he’d love to make it one of his favorite haunts. If not, well… he was sure he could find someplace to call his own.

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