felt the branches of it looking at me

Sparrow · 04-18-2012, 09:00 PM

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SPAR LEIKS PONIES. btw, please ignore if my suggestion is poo; all sparrow knows how to do is tying stuff, so I'm going with that. [/shot]

Sparrow could read her sister like an open book, or at least her body language provided that. She did not know why, but she knew that she was able to pick up on the little things that could tell a person’s mood; the slightest smirk to show happiness or confidence, how the placement of one’s hands could show inner emotion. She also noticed that the longer she spent with Luperci, the better she read them, and it almost became like a mind game for her, a riddle could have been a better name, though she did not want to slap labels on other canines. She liked riddles, and Vesper was her biggest puzzle yet, so her interest was aroused as she watched her movements.

She crossed her arms when she approached—she crossed her own arms when she felt unsecure or doubtful, the latter seemingly more possible in this situation. Sparrow could understand why she could have been less than sure about things concerning her sibling, knowing that the sides were reversed she would be stunned with confusion. Both of them were so polar, one the fiery, independent soul that consumed everything she touched, the other cold, distant, clinging to everything she came across, that it seemed impossible that they would ever come in contact again willingly and not by fate’s hand. But, here Sparrow was, the pyre and ice meeting again for basically the real, first time. She, too, was doubtful, but measures had to be taken, for her own personal sake.

She heard slightly familiar noises, and turned to see a male approached them on a—horse! The fawn made huge eyes at the horse as if she was an owl, taking in all that the beast was. She felt the urge to go up to the creature and to—what, pet it? She didn’t know what she wanted to do, but her attention was focused on the steed before its rider interrupted her buzzing thoughts about the horse. She tore her gaze away from it, giving a shy nod to Ithiel; though she did feel a little timid at this newcomer, some of her mind was distracted by the nickering Bairre.

As much she as she wanted to ponder about the horse, she looked back towards Vesper, and listened carefully to her words. As usual, she was silent as her brain worked, looking down at her bare toes while her mouth slightly moved, as if her conscience was speaking through her though no words came out.. After a few moments, though, she spoke, “I may have an idea… If you like to hear it.” If the two allowed her to speak, she continued, “If we could find any, we could weave small branches, maybe saplings if they are the right size. We could use rope to help, but that’ll take longer to conceal that as well, yet faster instead of weaving… We could then tie leaves onto the branches with ivy or something similar, if there’s something like that around here… As for attaching them to the stands, I think we could use rope for that, covering them with leaves like we would do with the weave.”

Sparrow fell silent again, wondering if what she said could even be politically correct, unsure if it was even possible. She had done things like that all the time—on a smaller scale, though, covering simple traps by the same method. Nonetheless, she kept her eyes on the ground, a hand twirling a strand of hair.

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