02-16-2009, 06:30 AM
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Table by Pilot/Anna! <3
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Yeah, I'm rambling, and I'm sorry...
Word count: 415
Dawali sat inside the hut he had made as his own, musing at Gvihita's increasingly odd behavior. The bird was overly energetic lately, and whether it was because of spring soon taking over the lands, or the large changes they had all gone through since coming here and settling, he didn't know. He - too - felt good. Better. Mischka was not as often on his mind as she used to, and whilst others might feel guilty for that, Dawali did not. She was dead, gone, in another world with the rest of the deceased souls of this one, and she would be happy there. He should not linger on her in this world - it was time wasted. This hut was too large for him, but he had made it so on purpose, perhaps hoping that Aiyanna would stay with him there as she was the youngest one. Asha had broken loose from him just as the tribe had broken loose from their previous claimed lands, and she had minded her business as he had minded his own, since then. Adults, responsible, but she was still young and would always be his little girl. He thought perhaps she knew anything about Aiyanna's whereabouts, but he would not bother her with calling for the oldest daughter. He would ask her once she approached him herself, for Dawali was afraid of stepping on her toes - as with any female.
Just as his mind returned to the form of his deceased wife, not in grief but in curiosity around her personality, a voice rang outside - one he recognised. So, Leland wanted a word? Glad to be approached by his young friend, Dawali quickly got up and threw his feathered mane over from the left side to the middle for the sake of balance and comfort (there was not a vain trace in Dawali as he knew of). On his way out the male turned and shot Gvihita a stern look filled with humour; the bird had squeaked indignantly at his sudden leave and change of attention focus, but he merely chuckled at her and went outside to meet the husky mix.
Leland! What brings you here?
He spoke, smiling, as he was still moving down the three steps outside of the hut, his tall form moving rapidly towards his friend. He was oblivious to the fact that Leland did not look 100% as his usual happy self, for his enthusiasm at seeing him overshadowed everything else.
Word count: 415
Dawali sat inside the hut he had made as his own, musing at Gvihita's increasingly odd behavior. The bird was overly energetic lately, and whether it was because of spring soon taking over the lands, or the large changes they had all gone through since coming here and settling, he didn't know. He - too - felt good. Better. Mischka was not as often on his mind as she used to, and whilst others might feel guilty for that, Dawali did not. She was dead, gone, in another world with the rest of the deceased souls of this one, and she would be happy there. He should not linger on her in this world - it was time wasted. This hut was too large for him, but he had made it so on purpose, perhaps hoping that Aiyanna would stay with him there as she was the youngest one. Asha had broken loose from him just as the tribe had broken loose from their previous claimed lands, and she had minded her business as he had minded his own, since then. Adults, responsible, but she was still young and would always be his little girl. He thought perhaps she knew anything about Aiyanna's whereabouts, but he would not bother her with calling for the oldest daughter. He would ask her once she approached him herself, for Dawali was afraid of stepping on her toes - as with any female.
Just as his mind returned to the form of his deceased wife, not in grief but in curiosity around her personality, a voice rang outside - one he recognised. So, Leland wanted a word? Glad to be approached by his young friend, Dawali quickly got up and threw his feathered mane over from the left side to the middle for the sake of balance and comfort (there was not a vain trace in Dawali as he knew of). On his way out the male turned and shot Gvihita a stern look filled with humour; the bird had squeaked indignantly at his sudden leave and change of attention focus, but he merely chuckled at her and went outside to meet the husky mix.
Leland! What brings you here?
He spoke, smiling, as he was still moving down the three steps outside of the hut, his tall form moving rapidly towards his friend. He was oblivious to the fact that Leland did not look 100% as his usual happy self, for his enthusiasm at seeing him overshadowed everything else.
Table by Pilot/Anna! <3