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 Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 9:09 pm
Cillian peeked out of the opening of the box, looking up at the darkened sky. Well, almost darkened; occasionally a particularly spectacular flash of lightning would make shadows of everything, soon followed by some spectacular clap of thunder. It wasn’t just a ‘clap’. It wasn’t even a roll. This was the kind of thunder that made falling trees sound quiet. If beaks could move, Cillian would have frowned right then. The storm was close. Very close. It was possible for any one of these trees to get hit by lightning, including the one that supported the box. While he would make it out perfectly ok, it was… well, the others were further back in the box than he was.
“It’ll get worse before it gets better. At best, we’ll be here all night. At worst… it can last for a long time,” he said, referring to the rain. For now, his proverbial ruffled feathers were smoothed over, nice and neat. Would it really kill him to at least try and be nicer to these two? Would it? Did he want to take the chance that it might kill him?
Finally, his eyes fell upon the pica, as if noticing the black and red bird for the first time. In all honesty, he hadn’t noticed it until right now. Very rare, those birds… perhaps there was more to the bard than he thought. “I’m Cillian,” he spoke once more, deciding that making an introduction could be a start to better relations with the others. His tone of voice didn’t really change.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 4:31 pm
Morroghane bobbed her head only a little at Fjord, and frowned at the pica. Or she would've, if she could've seen the pica where it stood on Fjord's talons. Where she was standing, however, she couldn't. So Morroghane simply settled on frowning toward the pica, rather than at him.
Her frown at the Companion was gone as soon as she heard Cillian's observation about the rain. She would have made a face if she could have, but opted instead to glower past Cillian at the rain. Stupid storm. It couldn't have waited for her to get back to the Deep Woods, where it was relatively safer? At least there she could have her own company, company she chose instead of company that was pushed upon her. A question drifted across her thoughts. Would you prefer to be alone in this storm? Given the circumstances, she'd much rather be squished with two others then alone in the rain.
Her thoughts were, once more, interrupted by the Ranger. She almost found herself smiling, but instead just nodded. "My name is Morroghane." She replied, bobbing her head to him in a small nodding motion.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 4:50 pm
"Fjord the Muse, at your service... Or rather, I might, if the weather weren't so dreary." Fjord carefully preened the pica's headfeathers and his voice seemed to gain it's usual cheery tone back, despite the situation. Crow, still sopping wet, despite her grooming, carefully climbed down from Fjord's back and tucked on his talons, next to the pica. "These two are Feather and Crow."
"Singa song? Can, hurk? Singsing?" Feather chattered on, but the anxiety that he had was clear in his voice. Now, pica are highly intelligent and mysterious creatures and often use their speech to the fullest extent. Feather was no exception to this and did not wait for confirmation from his sentinel companion, for that was all Fjord was in this duo. Pica stay as they stay and go as they go, for they are quite mysterious little companions.
Immediately, the little creature began to belt out a song in his broken chatter. He had heard it before, many times, as he and Fjord spent most of their time around other bards.
"Th' rain tha' 'oars
Th' win'win' bowsbows
Comma comma,
Goa, goa.
Buh who win's bea'
To 'urn th' sky?
An' who eyeeye fash?
An' air, and 'hy?"
The frightened bird's broken words came out quick, but it was clear to Fjord that he was trying to sing the Ballad of the Thunderbird and he could not help but chuckle softly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:09 pm
While he would never admit it out loud, the Aberrant Ranger’s mind was traveling along a similar path as the Watcher’s: would he really prefer being alone at this time and in this place? As much as he disliked being around others, there were… times when anyone’s company was preferable to being alone. Almost anyone’s company, anyway. This theory, however, was shattered when he heard the pica’s rendition of… of… well, he assumed it was supposed to be some sort of song. It sounded like it was supposed to be a song. There was a recognizable tune there, but the words were too garbled for Cillian to make out.
“…Would it be possible for him to give a warning before he does that ever again?” he asked wearily, doubting that the answer would be ‘yes’. Pica could be… unpredictable, as he understood. Admittedly, this was the first time he was this close to one. It could be an interesting learning experience, at the very least.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 11:32 am
Morroghane watched the pica and Mus, a little amused by Fjord's Companions, and frowned when Feather chattered on about singing. Before she could ask if that meant the Pica would sing, or Fjord, well... The song had been belted.
Her feathers ruffled a little out of surprise, and through the broken words, she recognized the song only vaguely. She bit down a giggle, and looked at Fjord. "Does he do that often?" She asked, the amusement not hard at all to place in her tone. She looked over at Cillian, and the 'smile' won out over her face. "I don't think it was all that bad..."
It wasn't all that good, but it was clear the Pica was scared, and that had to count for something.
((OOC: I apologize for the short and late response.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 6:58 pm
"He enjoys it..." Fjord chuckled and gently preened the top of the pica's head. "So he does it as often as he likes, which is pretty frequently. Unfortunately, that is about as much warning as he ever gives." Fjord was nervous, too. He was on the ground, in a pack with two other sentinels during a raging storm. He could hardly help but be a little antsy. He was proud of his companions for toughing it out so well.
The pica continued to sing to the tune of the Thunderbird ballad, but the words were far from recognizable as he made up his own words to the tune.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:00 pm
It wasn't a surprise to Morroghane that the pica enjoyed singing as he continued doing so. She found herself giggling just a little when Fjord pointed out that that small warning was about as much as they'd get. "It's... endearing." And it was. To a point, anyway. Morroghane watched the pica continue the ballad, and smiled when she recognized him placing his own words in. "And he rewrites the songs himself, hm?" She looked at Fjord, bemused.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 9:35 pm
"You should hear some of his renditions of Birch's works. I've tried teaching him the proper lyrics, but as you can see, he likes to sing his own versions, for the most part. Almost like a game." Fjord chuckled softly through the pica's dark feathers, then moved to preening himself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:03 pm
There's a sudden distant peal of thunder that just keeps rolling on and on and on, as if somewhere out there, the rain has momentarily been replaced by lightning strikes. It seemed to come from the direction of the Deep Woods...
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:38 pm
Morroghane nodded quietly at Fjord, and smiled a little. "He's very creative, making up his own words to the song." She said, watching the pica bemusedly. She looked out towards the storm, and frowned a little. "Maybe the storm is passing." She said, watching the lightning streak across the sky. "I wonder how much damage has been done..." It was a scary but realistic thought.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:18 am
"Sounds like a good deal..." Fjord murmured. His mind traveled to his safehaven, the Theatre. He hoped it faired well through the storm. "Hopefully most everyone found shelter in time to avoid it."
"Up, up! Goin' 'way! Thun'bir' goin' way. All good. Go home!" The pica chattered happily and turned his dark beak to the entrance of the storage box.
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