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 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:29 pm
Osprey had to admit, she certainly liked the north. There was a little more n** to the wind, which wasn't a problem at all, given her thick down. The area seemed calm enough. There was a newness to the place...
But it was much less populated than the area she was used to.
She had been assigned to scouting in this particular area and it was a place that she had yet to travel, but she was not yet used to such time alone. She missed the nights where it was she and her minder. Noctus, she even missed Songbloom! Not to mention her dear old agemate, Hollyhock. The mus that clung to her back was sweet, but one could only chatter on to a rodent for so long before that gets boring.
The Mist, dyed to match her namesake, turned her attention back to what she was supposed to be doing in the first place, namely scouting and hunting.
It was then that her golden eyes caught movement below. She was about to pick a limb and watch and was far from aware that she had drifted into another's territory...
The hare moved cautiously as it searched for food amongst the underbrush...
Ossie readied herself to plummet from the limb onto the unsuspecting prey, when suddenly a movement startled her. A snap announced a trap closing around the hare and it was something the young sentinel had never seen before.
"Whoa!?" Her eartufts stood on end and her feathers sleeked with alarm as she eyed the thing below. "What was that? Wow! Noctus, it just closed like that! Snap!" She yammered excitedly and ascended to a lower, nearer limb.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:47 pm
((OOC Note: takes place ebtween running into Sunflare and nest-building.))
As luck would have it, Fiercefire was moving on down her line of traps for their regular inspection, and that trap was next. Her nightly ritual was usually a quiet one, but as she winged her way through the trees, a surprised - and surprising! - exclamation interrupted her thoughts.
The Trapper was torn between amusement and aggravation - as funny as it was that her trap had evidently startled and impressed someone, it also meant that someone was in her territory uninvited. After her run-in with Sunflare, she wasn't feeling particularly charitable.
Alighting on a nearby branch, she peered down for a glimpse of the intruder and voiced dryly, "They do have a tendency to do that."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:55 pm
"Hahah, I guess they do! It just surprised me, is all!" Ossie chattered away. Surprise was the word she used, because she obviously wouldn't admit that it had scared her for a second. Ossie? Scared? Never.
"That was really, really cool, though. Abs'lutely awesome!"
And then she realized that she wasn't talking to someone she knew. She was most definitely way out of line. This was an accident that was certainly not "absolutely awesome" and the tone of this particular Mist's voice conveyed that completely.
The large, young Mist was under the realization that this was very wrong and her body language expressed that. Her eartufts lowered and her feathers sleeked tight against her frame.
"Uh... Oh... I guess... This is your place, huh? Sorry... I didn't mean to..." She mostly expected the Trapper to chase her out and she certainly hoped she didn't lose a few tailfeathers in the process.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:08 pm
Fi was a proud Sentinel, and the stranger's awe helped to placate her somewhat. What grouchiness remained was further worn away by the other Mist's apology and obvious embarrassment. As satisfying as chasing someone out of her territory would be today, it was an honest mistake, and there was now a hare in her trap.
She shifted to a lower branch so that she could be more level with her fellow female, and grunted, "Eh, don't worry about it. Seems you helped me catch something, anyway."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:15 pm
"That's cool, too, I guess." The Trapper didn't pull a few feathers, the reaction Osprey was expecting, and the younger sentinel perked up almost instantly. Every bit of manners that Breeze had instilled in the young one called for her to leave the female in peace, but she her curiosity was a bit too strong to leave it at that.
Plus she was feeling rather lonely at the moment.
"You're a Trapper? I've never met one! That's neat, the way you do that." She turned her golden eyes back to the unfortunate hare and she observed the interesting contraption. Once she saw Hollyhock again, she'd tell him. This was neat and he would probably be interested.
"I have a friend who hunts, but he doesn't use such neat things like that. I'm a Scout. That's why I'm here. Just scouting away when I saw that hare." She babbled on cheerily, though she still felt a bit guilty, recognizable by her still sleeked feathers.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:24 pm
The Trapper had rather expected the stranger to go ahead and move on, but it would appear she wasn't going to have any such luck; the Scout, it seemed, was intent on being chatty. Still, at least she was here by accident, and curious about her traps and not her choice of mate. Resigning herself to conversation, Fi settled on her branch. "My family's full of Hunters," she explained, "So it was a natural sort of choice."
"I'm Fiercefire. And you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:30 pm
"Uh, oh. It seems I'm lacking all my manners, today. Sorry, sorry." She apologized profusely as she began to preen her chestfeathers. "Uhm, my name is Osprey. My friends call me Ossie, though."
She parted her beak to speak again, but her eyes drifted once more towards the interesting traps...
And then back to Fiercefire.
"It's really nice to meet you. I guess it sort of must be lonely out here. I was raised with the Minders, so there was always someone around. Actually, too many someones around. It seems so peaceful. Is it really?" It didn't even occur to her that she was the one doing all the disturbing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:40 pm
"Nice to meet you, too," came the automatic response. She accepted the Scout's further apologies silently, while thinking absently to herself that 'Osprey' was a nice sort of name.
Ordinarily, Fi would have found some noncommital response to Ossie's observations about where she lived, but not today! "No," she answered sharply. "My neighbors are all useless, typist busybodies who need to pull their heads out of their vents."
Maybe it was inadvisable to rant so to someone you'd just met, but if Osprey proved to be the same as the others, she would see about pulling some tailfeathers.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:44 pm
Fiercefire seemed nice enough, but her sudden and rather unhappy response made her name rather fitting. She did seem awefully fierce and suddenly the younger Mist felt even more out of place.
"So... It isn't that good, huh?" ... Did she say typist?
"But? ... There isn't anything strange with being a Mist? We're pretty ordinary, if you ask most anyone." She seemed rather confused by Fi's sudden flow of aggrivated words.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 10:32 pm
"It was, until everyone decided they had a right to tell me what to do with my life!" she snapped, starting to fluff out - not at Ossie, necessarily, she was just so frustrated! And the truth was, she hadn't had anyone to talk to about it...and now she'd gotten started, and wasn't likely to stop, especially since the Scout made the mistake of encouraging more details.
"Oh, no - being a Mist is just fine, as long as you fall in love with a Mist and mate with one! Noctus forbid you build a nest with anyone who isn't just like you!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:05 am
"Oh... I see."
Ossie glanced down to her darkened talons as she ingested Fiercefire's fierce words. So cross-type pairing was the problem... For a moment she thought about just leaving; all she had to do was spread her wings and speed off, though with Fi's attitude she had the sneaking suspicion that just leaving would end poorly.
Besides, who was she to judge?
Deep down she knew she couldn't judge this Mist. While she did not want to admit it herself, s he could foresee herself heading down the same path... But maybe Holly didn't think of her that way. In the end, it would be better for both of them to stay within their types...
Boy, was she getting ahead of herself.
"That's the forest, full of bigots, eh?" She flashed another meek smile and tried to make her words light, but she could tell that this fellow Mist was boiling. It would probably be best if she tried to help her out at least a little bit, even if it meant a smidge of discomfort.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:02 pm
"It's ridiculous," she grumbled, settling somewhat when the Scout seemed to agree with her. "There's not a damn thing wrong with cross-types - it's all those so-pure-they're-probably-inbred ones who've got the empty heads."
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:34 pm
"Tell me about it, I've met a few of those, myself." She rolled her eyes, but her mind was wandering to her own problems...
Or rather, the problems that would arise eventually in life, if things ended up the way she slightly hoped they would end up. And slightly different. It would be double edged, thorns no matter which side was chosen.
"I figured it would be hard... I was even hoping that this far out the neighbors would be a little more... Reclusive?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:55 pm
"I hardly knew there was such a thing as typist until all this came up," she snorted, shaking her head. "My family couldn't care less."
"Unfortunately, my neighbors do, and one of them is a Seeker."
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 5:52 am
"Ah, see, I was with Minders. Mixed lot, there. Some can be the worst." She sighed and preened quietly at her chest for a moment. Of course there were things she wanted to ask and talk about...
But she didn't know how to go about it without upsetting the Trapper and she certainly didn't want to seem like a manner-less young 'un.
"But... How come? Do you think it's worth it?" Her question sounded a lot more timid than she had meant it to be, but that was how she felt. She rarely spoke to anyone on a more personal level, especially not about something like this.
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