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 Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 5:30 pm
"Indeed," Brightling agreed, fully engrossed in Fjord's funloving and bright attitude, loving that his own sentiments encompassed the little balls of feathers that might someday grow up to tell bard tales of their own. "It's nice to see them growing," she added. "They remind me so much of myself. Too much, perhaps."
Ah...that was the catch, wasn't it? In many respects, the young Bard still identified more with fledglings than adults. Her talents were in training and her manners were still developing. While she was an adult, she didn't quite fit into either of the realms yet. So she drifted.
It could explain her reluctance to join the Brigadier's Bards.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 5:42 pm
Fjord listened to her words quietly and nodded as she spoke. He could understand where she came from, though he himself was more adult than fledgling.
"On the brighter side, it certainly would make it easier to entertain them. The minders must be pleased to have a sentinel that can occupy them for a good while, no doubt. Every sentinel knows a tired fledgling is a good fledgling." He smirked and his eyes seemed to dance with merry laughter. "It is wonderful, indeed, to watch them grow. Each into it's own with his or her own personality. There has been a wonderful boom in artistic talent as of late."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 7:55 pm
"Mmm, such artistic blooms are wonderful, but there are so many gaping beaks on fluffy feet to feed," Brightling answered. "And a song doesn't fill a screaming fluff's belly. But it is lovely to know that our legacy, whatever that ends up being," and she laughed lightly, "will live on." Thus spoken, she settled down and fluffed out her feathers, preening her chest and shoulders.
"So, sir Fjord," she said after a comfortable silence. "Have you a pretty miss about?"
Perhaps a mark of innocent naivety, perhaps a mark of foolish ignorance, or perhaps a mark of simple conversational tendencies, the comment left her beak and made her peep with something like surprise. She hadn't meant to start small talk like that!
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 8:28 pm
"Erk?"
The question had certainly caught the young bard off guard. He glanced in almost a comical manner at his fellow bard and his eartufts lifted high, despite the weight from the rings that he wore. His meticulously preened, light feathers fluffed, but he quickly regained composure.
"Err... Well, no. I've not anyone right at the moment. One might say I'm mated to my profession as of right now." He chuckled lightly as he took control over his sudden startled appearance.
"Yourself?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 7:34 pm
It was only in hindsight that Brightling realized exactly how awkward the question had been. In fact, it wasn’t until she was asked the same one that she realized the sort of position she might have put Fjord into. Ducking her head and fluffing up in embarrassment, she looked shyly up at the aberrant and shrugged her wings.
“I have, ah...no one at the moment. I have perhaps thought of it, but...” and she shrugged again and trailed off, content to preen her breast feathers and settle herself back down again. "I am young, and I have time. There is no rush."
Besides, she wasn't entirely sure what she was looking for in a mate, even to something as vague in criteria as gender.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 7:55 pm
"There are many seasons ahead of us both!" The bard agreed with a jovial chuckle. He had quickly shifted to his playful mask and bobbed his head. "No rush at all."
By her equally embarassed reaction, Fjord quickly gathered that she held similar sentiments to his own, a sort of uncertaincy, and that was enough to set him at ease once more.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 10:52 am
"Indeed!" Brightling finished emphatically, expression set and somewhat sheepish. But since Fjord was going to let the entire ordeal pass, she couldn't bring herself to hold onto embarrassment. Not that she didn't deserve that, as a little reminder of what never to do in company.
She needed it, in all reality. But that was for another time.
"So, ah...hrmm.." she said after a moment, breaking the silence with an easy sort of discomfort that was halfway acted, halfway real. Either way, she needed to shift topics and had no idea how to begin.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 8:23 pm
"Have you any upcoming plans? For performances, I mean?" Fjord broke the slight silent discomfort with his cheery voice. He fluffed his feathers and a smile crossed his beak.
He would most certainly like to attend.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 3:15 pm
“Oh, um...not really.” She smiled and shook her head. “I’ll be doing a bit of juggling for the fledglings if ever I come by and the Minders and Teachers need to be elsewhere, but nothing planned right now, as far as I know.”
She shrugged, and then brightened for a moment. “Perhaps it would be a nice idea to stage a bit of a festival for the little ones at some point before Graduation, eh?”
That was something she had wanted to do since the last Graduation, and Fjord seemed to share her enthusiasm for and love of fledglings. Plus, he was one of the Crownleaf bards, and he seemed friendly enough to her.
If anyone could manage to help her with this idea, it’d be Fjord.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 9:09 am
He tilted his head to the side as he listened to her and his little mus watched with an equal amount of curiosity.
"Festival? That sounds like a splendid idea! The little ones are bound to enjoy it. Almost like a present to send them off into adulthood! Y'know, I could probably see if a few of the bards at the Theatre would be interested, if you'd like."
He straightened himself out, but turned his head slightly at an oncoming sound.
The dark and painted form of Feather perched between them. He couldn't imagine the little bird would be missing long. "Like, Like! Good an' tastey, wormfood eat it up." The picainformed proudly and preened a wing, but his eyes rested on the strange female bard.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 5:51 pm
Fjord's enthusiasm backed up Brightling's initial thoughts that such a thing would be a good idea, and loads of fun besides. Her eyes wandered to the mus while Fjord talked, and was about to answer when she was interrupted by a brightly-coloured pica. Tilting her head and looking at him, she smiled and laughed a bit. "Hello, silly bird," she answered cheerfully in the face of the Pica's gaze.
Then she turned back to Fjord. "You would do that, ask the others?" she asked. "That would be wonderful, if you could!" Laughing at the excitement of the idea, she stretched her wings and shook them out luxuriantly.
"You have cured my restless wings and given me something to focus on so I'm not so scatterbrained," she said, bowing graciously. "And for that, I am forever indebted to you. That, and the little favour you're doing for me." Smiling brightly, she thought for a moment before speaking again. "Perhaps it is soon the time to part ways, myself for my tree and you for the Theatre?" she said slowly. She had enjoyed the visit immensely, but it might be in everyone's best interest to cut it short sometime soon.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 11:16 am
"Silly, silly, silly.... Bird?" The pica chattered on quietly, but was more talking to himself as he circled behind Fjord, wagging his wings in a playful manner.
Fjord, however, ignored the silly companion and bobbed his head as Brightling spoke. "I find it no trouble at all. In fact, I think they would be enthralled by such an idea. Birch would jump on it, no doubt, and I bet Tousled would love to lend a talon. She's the rather skilled crafter of the Theatre."
He chuckled softly at the other bard's final proposition. "Perhaps it is. I'll be to the Theatre faster than Noctus, himself. Might you come by the Theatre later, perhaps a few nights from now? We could work out our ideas."
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 12:47 pm
Brightling laughed excitedly at those names: she knew those two! "Tousled is skilled indeed, and Birch! Oh, for them to help would be lovely," she said, for she would truly love to see Tousled and Birch again.
"I shall," she answered in response to Fjord's invitation. "Indeed, 'twill be nice to see the theatre from a different sort of perspective. Meet some of the company, perhaps."
For she hadn't seen much of them...yet.
But for now, she had hunting to do and the night was growing old. "I beg your pardon, but I really should go," she said, bobbing a deep bow to Fjord and then spreading her wings. "It was wonderful to meet you, Fjord. I'll see you soon, yes?"
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 12:58 pm
"Likewise!" He was eager to get started on the new project. Surely Crow had enough food tucked away that the three of them, himself and his two companions, could eat well enough. He had to make it to the Theatre and home before sunrise.
"Take care and farewell!" He returned the bow and left his perch without hesitation and headed in the direction of the Crownleaf.
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