To see the Unseen

Baird Byrne · 09-11-2012, 08:17 AM

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Word Count :: 693 Sorry for the wait sweety, have a decent Baird post.

Baird eyed the spirit otter, his verdant eyes following the sinuous lines of its long body, he noticed that it was not dissimilar to Pan's body, but there were essential differences. Pan was narrower than the broad and flat headed river dweller, her tail more cat like than the rudder like appendage, and her paws were less hand like and unwebbed. Baird was intrigued by the origins of things and if he had the time and the means he would love to study the origins of the species around him. For now he would content himself with visually comparing animals and plants.

He looked over to the horse as Saqui explained that she didn't own the equine, the horse chose to be with her. He'd bet his loincloth that getting the horse to choose to stay must have taken some effort though. It wasn't often that a herbivore chose to stay with a carnivore. He respected her ideas though, it seemed she shared the aborigine view on the treatment of animals, and that he liked. He never forced Pan or Gelar to do anything, they chose to travel with him and he loved them unconditionally. He nodded at her words, "I can respect that. A beauty like that should never be owned, she should be one with the land. It's a privilege to have even seen her." His voice was quiet, not it's usual loud, brash timbre, but respectfully hushed as if he were in awe.

As he talked of Australia and his home there he could tell that she still did not know where he was talking about. He had met many Luperci that had travelled and knew much of the world, but he had also met many others that had never travelled and never would, so he could not blame her for her lack of knowledge on the world, he simply shrugged his shoulders slightly. He nodded as she said she was unlikely to meet his type and that of his companions again, what with the three of them being so exotic. He chuckled, a smile coming to his maw, "That's about right, we're from about as far away as you can get from here. The journey's a rough one and I can't imagine that many Aussies wanting to leave the Lucky Country. I'm the odd one out really." Thinking and talking of home made his mind wander back to his family. He was lonely without them, he never realised just how much he relied on them when he had been in Oz, even when he was on Walkabout around the island he could always amble back home to his mother and father, and his siblings. But now he was on the other side of the world and they were a good six months of travelling away. He knew there was no hope of them turning up in Nova Scotia either, they were nicely settled in the tribe and had no desire to travel.

He tried his hardest not to let his inner feelings about his family show on the outside, he wasn't quite sure how he had done on that front, but it was no effort to fix his features into an interested expression as she old him of the role of her spirit guide. Asa sat there beautifully, observing the interaction between the dingo and the wolfdog, Bairds emerald orbs flicking to the otter every now and then. He hummed to himself, a simple single note, to denote that he found the information interesting. "So, she's like a guide and guardian? I can appreciate that, haven't we all needed that little helpful voice in our ear now and then?" He asked rhetorically. He then realised that he had no idea what this tribe was that she spoke of. He knew tribes, they formed them back home, were.'t many dingoes willing to affiliate themselves with dogs and call themselves packs, but a tribe was something different. He hadn't realised that they had them here and the prospect excited him a little, "Tribe? What kinda tribe?" He couldn't hide the interest in his voice, hoping for a taste of home in this strange land.

Photo courtesy of pierre pouliquin

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