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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 3:54 pm
Swamp Song tilts his head, considering the colt's question. "Well, since I found it not one bad thing has happened to me. No broken bones or bad falls." He thinks some more, trying to remember other things he did before finding the nest. "Oh! And I've been luckier at finding the sweetest berries. Bushes and bushes full of my favorite berries. Never would have found them with out my luck charm here." he states proudly, thoroughly convinced it is the work of the bird's nest, and not fate or chance, that had him find the bushes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:19 pm
The colt listens to the older male, mulling over the details and their instances. Well... it did sort of make sense... He didn't have a nest like that, and he hadn't found any of his favorite berries lately... Out loud he said, "I guess that makes sense. So if this one keeps away bad luck, and brings you good luck... what do the others do? If you could find this luck charm, surely you must have found other charms that do other things!" As he spoke, the colt became more and more convinced of these facts, wanting to know more of this strange buck's charms.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 7:25 pm
Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Swamp Song lists them all in his mind, as well as what they do. "I've a bit of vine that always leads me to the best tasting water. Some feathers that let me run as fast as a bird flies. A pebble that gives me water to drink on long walks. I use that when the water near by might not be clean enough to drink." Swamp Song sounds so sure of these, that anyone would consider them plausible. Until tested, that is. Swamp Song never considers some facts, like he only runs when he's got his feathers. Or the saliva his mouth produces when the pebble sits on his tongue. In fact, for each of his 'charms' there is a better explanation.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:36 pm
Completely pulled into these charms and the obvious convinced manner with which Swamp Song spoke of them, hooked See-through and would not let go. For the time being, at least, the colt really truly believed that these things caused what the older buck said they did.
With these new ideas implanted in his head, he decided that he should go out and look for some of these charms on his own, but he would need one to start him off! So politely, he stood up and addressed the brown buck, "Swamp Song, that is amazing! I must find some charms of my own! But... I wouldn't know where to start... Maybe.... maybe you could lend me that pebble, and I will start there! It will give me water as I start my adventure to find new charms!" His eyes glittered with hope, and he really did want to be on his way now, but he didn't think he would be able to find any, unless he started off with one that he already knew worked. So he wagged his tail and looked up at the buck, hoping that he would start him off so he could go on this marvelous adventure.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 8:50 pm
Not expecting this request, Swamp Song pauses before answering. Weighing the fact that he didn't want to give up any of his charms, with the fact that it will not be a permanent loss, and that it really would help the colt start his own collection. After a few minutes, the buck nods. "Alright, provided you promise to return it when your done. Wait right there." This time, Swamp Song doesn't make a fuss about See-through turning around, before slipping into the bushes. Though, it's more due to the excitement of helping a fellow Kimeti, then not caring about the colt seeing his den entrance.
Inside he grabs the pebble, and with out giving himself a chance to change his mind, Swamp Song exits back out. He stops just a few steps from See-through, setting the pebble down. "Be careful not to swallow it. I don't know if a small pebble could hurt you, but it would be disgusting to have to retrieve it." Swamp Song leaves it at that, not getting into the gross details.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 10:59 am
When the agreement is proposed, See-through nods his head vigorously and says, "Of course! I wouldn't dream of taking one of your charms away and keeping it! No, no. I will bring it back when I find a charm of my own!" He waits patiently for the buck to duck into his den and retrieve the pebble. When he saw where the buck disappeared he thought to himself that it really was well hidden and he wouldn't have identified it, had he not just seen the buck enter.
When he comes back out, the colt looks down at the pebble as the brown male speaks and merely nods. "Got it. Don't eat the pebble." He looks back up at the buck for a second with a grin on his face. He's practically prancing on the spot, itching to go, to get searching. He lowers his head and gently picks up the pebble, placing it carefully on his tongue and slowly lifts his head once more, making sure not to move his tongue or his head too quickly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:10 pm
Seeing the young one's eagerness, Swamp Song smiles. "You should get going, if you wanna get started before nightfall." though it's not that late, Swamp Song knows full well how time seems to slip past when your engrossed in something. "Good luck to you." and always watch your back. he adds silently. A thought kept to himself to keep from scaring the colt.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:28 pm
At the mention of nightfall, the colt tilts his head up, but quickly adjusts it back down, remembering not to swallow the pebble. Instead, his eyes dart up and look at the sky. Reckoning he'd still get a good few hours in assuming he started right away, the colt looks around and chooses a direction to head off into. Once he finds one, he gives the buck one last look and speaks around the pebble, not lifting his tongue, "Dank you, Swamp Song. I will dake good care obb it and bing it back soon." He manages to stumble over his words while keeping his feet steady. An he's on his way. Eyes wide, tongue glued to the bottom of his mouth, the colt could swear that there was already water forming under the pebble! But he walked on silently, not wanting to ruin it's magic by saying anything.
He would walk about for the next day or two looking into holes and under bushes. He would place the pebble down gently in a safe place when he stopped to drink or eat, and would pick it up again just as carefully. In two days' time, the colt would return to Swamp Song and his secret den to return the water-finding pebble, just as promised.
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