dulce et utile

Savina Marino · 02-13-2012, 07:08 PM

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Set on Feb 12, left the exact location vague so set it wherever works for you Smile

The festival that was ongoing had not been of much concern to the Consul. They had sent one of their members to set up an activity so Crimson Dreams' presence would be known, but when an invitation had been sent inviting herself and Anu to a feast where all the leaders of the packs would be present they had both declined. Savina had had no intention of putting herself in a situation where she would be faced with both Naniko and Jazper. There was too much bad blood and she was not about to put herself through that kind of torture without cause. She had more important things to concern herself with.

Finally however, she had decided to make the trek to the festival to look around out of mere curiosity. The Italian had not come alone either—Vespasian had followed her from on high all the way. Why the osprey had taken an interest in her was beyond her knowledge, but she had to admit she enjoyed the raptor's company. The only major inconvenience was their inability to communicate well with one another. He could make some garbled speech that she understood at times, and she had done her best to learn some of his, but they were so different and she had so little knowledge of the way his kind spoke to one another. Vespasian was able to observe her interactions with her pack, but she had never seen him with another osprey.

When they arrived at the outskirts of the gathering, the Marino shifted into her bipedal form. Perhaps while she was here she could find some sort of leather cap for her shoulder so Vespasian could perch there without his talons digging into her flesh. For now the best they could do was for the sea eagle to soar from branch to branch above her head. Emerald eyes soaked up all the sights of the various stands and luperci who crowded the space. It reminded her of the two times she had ever seen Rome. If only she had been able to spend more time in that magnificent city when she was still in her homeland. Hopefully she would see it again before her days on this earth were done.

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X'yrin Exultare · 02-15-2012, 01:19 PM

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ooc: omigosh! Owl Acrobatics!

Utter embarrassment was what she felt for her companion animal due to his behavior as of late. Ever since their return to the festival, the great owl had been all mischief and annoyance without even an ounce of reputable behavior she could be proud of. He was acting less of a companion and more of an unruly pet. But the bird’s behavior was not solely his fault, for she knew this screeches to be cries of attention and his theatrics were to interact with his handler as they used to.

It was shameful to admit that she had neglected the proud owl, only giving him her attention when she was in need of his service or an impressive detail to her stature. He had become more a symbol than a friend. As her confidence in the taming of avian creatures flourished, so did her neglect for the companionship her dear friend craved. And so she could not blame him but she could certainly try to return to his good favor.

For the latter part of the afternoon, both wolf and owl lingered on the outskirts on the festival grounds for time to themselves. As it were, they were not the only pair seeking a little solitude from the madness and bustle of the festival, but certainly their activities were less intimate than a few pairs sneaking off to start their own private party. In the section that belonged just to her and her friend, the autumn-hued Nomad with varying feathers in her mane sang sweetly to the companion aloft in the sky making grandeurs sweeps in the air as he danced on the wind. Each note played by her voice was a command to her companion, guiding his movements from a leisurely glide on the winds to a predatory plummet to the ground to ensnare some unseen fodder. And as much as she enjoyed singing for her companion, the owl was elated to have the woman’s attention more.

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Savina Marino · 03-15-2012, 09:58 PM

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Sorry for the wait : / my brain has not been wanting to cooperate with me lately. It's still being difficult, hence shorter post...

The Dreamer never wandered too far into the bustling crowd, preferring to observe the goings on from a comfortable distance. After all, she had brought nothing to trade or barter with and truly had little need for any kind of wares. The Italian was not really a wolf concerned overmuch with material things. It was the relationships in her life that brought her joy and contentment, not pretty trinkets.

A call from Vespasian lifted her gaze to his current position and from there she followed where his sharp gaze was trained. There was a large owl doing seeming acrobatics in the air. The smooth movements of the night predator were mesmerizing, and soon her own ears picked up on the song the avian was dancing to. A woman with feather braided into her main was clearly communicating with the great bird and immediately Savina's interest was piqued—could this femme perhaps help further her communication with her osprey friend?

Cautiously approaching with a soft smile upon her lips, the Consul looked up to the owl. "A beautiful creature. How is it that you two understand each other so well, if I may ask?" Vespasian peered down from the overhead branches with interest, as if he understood the Italian luperci's line of questioning.

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