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 Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 6:20 pm
 With a flick of his wavy black hair from out of his eyes, Thrum picked an unpredictable path through the Swamp. His hooves landed wherever they were wont to, without thought or care, rhyme or reason. He simply moved. A songbird trilled and Thrum swished his tail in subconscious match to the beat of the bird's song; the buck was forever finding music in the world around him. His hooves picked up the pace and each step carved out in the mud a trackable beat, all the while humming a merry and lilting melody. Maybe that was why she'd found him so attractive; such a musically-inclined free spirit was hard to resists. Thrum knew. He was no stranger to the ladies. But this one ended up differently than all the others. Which was why Thrum was on a mission to stumble across a blessed one. A slow mission. An easily-sidetracked mission. Wait- what was he doing again?
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 6:43 pm
There had been relative silence when she had perched herself into a tree, tail swishing lazily, as she attempted to take a nap. She was not quite tired; not quite anything. Idle in body as her mind thought -- even tiredness did not stop it -- and thought. And then the bird had started. A shrill aggravating sound to one trying to nap. Which was bad enough really until it was joined by another voice and her ears twitched. Every sound was easier to hear whilst in owlcat form and she found the fur along her spine raising in irritation. It was with swiftness that she tracked and silenced the bird -- feathers drifting on the wind -- and her mare form appeared. She stretched, rolled her shoulders, and took in the red acha. Curvy horns, a look of confusion. Even from slightly off to the side she could see that. The question was, how daft was he? "I hope you aren't hunting as you're much too loud for it," she stated.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 6:52 pm
Hooves took off from the mucky ground all at once, a mild scare producing a leap from the bewildered buck. But he laughed it off as soon as he saw the mare, despite all her enigmatic mystique. Another toss of his head pushed back the bangs that were perpetually in his face, and Thrum leveled an easy smile at Lull. He was difficult to fluster! "Hunting? Naw," he chuckled and idly tapped a hoof in the mud. He couldn't stand still. "Well, maybe kinda? I was lookin' for one of you." The smile widened if that was possible, Thrum easily admitting his search for a mare or stag. "Y'guys have... powers, and stuff?" And stuff- like extra limbs, maybe, or a particularly tasty recipe for caiman stew. This boy really had no idea what he was doing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 7:03 pm
Daft; there was no doubt about it now. The scare had been a touch amusing but the laughter? How insulting. She leveled her eyes at him, even as she thought of her son -- nothing flustered those half-witted enough to be blind to fear or common sense. And she wasn't about to waste her time threatening him. Stuff, as if being a Legendary netted her what? She rolled her eyes. "Powers, yes." And then, as if unable to take another moment, "You do want a blessing, so ask." She may have settled that very few were smart enough to give her a gift but she wasn't going to hand them out. Not yet. Not to him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 7:08 pm
Ever oblivious to how grating his carelessness was to others, thrum kept on smiling that easy smile at the mare. His drawl was slow and calm, never hinting that he was spooked or reverent. It might have done him some good to be slightly reverent, though. He was daft, yes, but not so daft as to miss Lull's emphasis on her final words. He suspected the mare was irritated but he never considered it might be his doing. The poor buck actually entertained the notion that he could console her! Thankfully, though, the thought of his kiokote lady brought his mind right back 'round to the matter at hand. "A blessing, yes ma'am, for- well, I s'pose you know. If you could be so kind. She trusted me to come find you and ask the best for her, well our, children. Health and happiness, you know." Eloquence was clearly not his strong suit. "And for m'self, I ask that they ever be able to hear the music!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 7:18 pm
"The children shall be healthy, musically inclined, and far more intelligent than you," was the statement she gave him. It lacked venom -- although there was a hint of bite -- as most of her blessings did. Jabs and teasing were far more appropriate. And happiness was hard to guarantee, not to mention it was a journey each kin had to find for themselves. Some found it in spades, others were not quite so lucky. And then the mare was gone. An owlcat, however, was seen darting off. Mayhaps a second attempt at a nap would prove worthwhile.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 7:34 pm
Even if it had had bite and venom Thrum would likely not noticed. The blessing was blessing enough and as the mare was performing her disappearing act, Thrum was pirouetting on pointed hooves and prancing off to where the swelling Cadence waited for his return. It would be a triumphant one indeed, with song and story both to share.
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