08-28-2009, 10:59 AM
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Word Count: 453 He stood still, leaning comfortably on his walking stick, as he waited for her response. It seemed to him that a thousand thoughts went through her mind as she considered him, standing up now; she had risen abruptly as he introduced himself. The critter dangled limply from her hand and he realized he might crave a meal soon as well, but it would have to wait until he was further from here. Perhaps Cwmfen might appreciate sharing a meal with him; he'd learned that she had recently become a mother, and was keen to give his congratulations. Finally, the mix female spoke. A limited amount of words, no ornamentation - nothing like his own approach. Although she didn't express any hostility he picked up her caution easily. Many things could be said about Dawali, but he was better than the average diplomat, and his assumptions regarding others were often correct. Often, but not always. Remaining still, Dawali kept his voice calm and the smile on his face was refreshed. So, she was from Inferni. Good. It wasn't exactly a shock, but it was pleasing nonetheless. After all, she could have been someone who sought the safety of their clan, not yet a member. The wind whispered across his face from his left and he could feel the feathers in his mane moving with it, light as they were. Nodding to her words, he replied much in the same manner as before. It's nice to meet you, Kaena Lykoi. Pausing, he wondered whether these were the kind who used both their names or not. Moving here had certainly taught him a thing or two on different naming traditions: most true AniWayans had four or more names, though few of them were actually in use. Letting the thought rest, he continued; I've traveled here to learn about your clan, and to share knowledge about my tribe. This is the way to create a treaty of mutual peace, and that is what I seek. Another small gust of wind flew past the male from his left, now taking hold of some of his smaller braids as well. The large bird of prey, his spiritual companion, soared down from the skies to sit on his right shoulder. Her talons could not be felt despite her strong grip, and her weight was nonexistent. He knew that the femme in front of him could not see the bird; she felt different when she was in her visible form. The bird said nothing, but stared at the femme with one of her beady yellow eyes. Perhaps she meant to express something by her behavior, the bird, and perhaps not. Most of the time, Dawali did not understand her at all. |