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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:25 pm
Revenant couldn't help that she was fussing and worrying over her new friend. She didn't want him broken before they had a chance to keep playing. He'd never want to hang out with her again, and that would be such a shame. Especially because, as of this moment, he was her only friend!
Retreating a few paces, to give him a little bit of space, the winged female kept her pale gaze on him. He had flopped over again, and she worried that maybe he really was hurt. While she was glad he wasn't bleeding, she also didn't like the fact that he wasn't instantly back on his hooves. Still . . . what had her mother told her? Patience. That's right, paaaaatience. But being patient was so hard, especially because she wanted to be super-sure he was going to be just fine.
"What do I want you to do?" She asked, canting her head curiously, surprised at the question. She didn't play games that required such demands from the losers with her family, not really. So it didn't occur to her that what he was asking was for some sort of 'punishment'. Puffing out her cheeks, the young filly finally made her demand. "I want you to get all better, of course! Yep, all better, because having a sprained anything really isn't very fun." That sounded logical to her, after all, and it was what she wanted of him. A swift recovery!
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 9:21 pm
Agh, really? She was going to waste her win on something like that? Well okay, filly, it's your loss. With a small whine Falcon managed to get himself back on his hooves, wings shifting to make sure they were still working. "There, see? I'm fine," he announced with a huff, still not favoring one leg but otherwise looking okay. "Thought you'd want something more, but ooooooookay?"
Unfortunately, this little race proved he wasn't actually a flyer yet, and Falconwing was surprised that Rev wasn't poking him about it. He ducked his head, half to check himself (gross, he'd have to do so much care taking for his pelt) and half to avoid letting her see his flushed cheeks. "So, uh. Don't think I'll be racing again today . . . Shouldn't you be going back to your big bad dad with the six wings?"
Yes, go away before the ridicule began.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 3:02 pm
Revenant was relieved to see the little colt push himself to his hooves. A smile instantly crossed her features, and she gave a happy little flutter of her ankle wings. "Oh good. I was worried my first friend was broken!" She announced, giving a happy little trot around him, her pleasure genuine. As he questioned her desire, the little filly gave a small snort. "Silly, what more could you want than wishing a friend well?" She'd always been taught, after all, that it was best to help others. And if winning granted her such special wishes or demands, than she hoped she'd win at everything so she could spread the joy and good will!
As the little colt continued to look himself over, her ears flicked a bit as he announced there would be no more flying. That was understandable, he had taken a might big spill. And hadn't even been up in the air for that long. He was likely too exhausted to keep playing, which really was a shame. Glancing over her shoulder, the little filly gave a small shrug. "It's not dark out yet, but if you're too tired to play, I can let you go home. If my folks want me, they'll send word." Revenant affirmed, not entirely picking up on his hint.
Subtle wasn't something she recognized at this stage.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:38 pm
Broken? He snorted, almost abashed at how . . . genuine she sounded with the whole well-wishing. Were his cheeks still pink? Gah, he wished he could throw some mud on his face to hide it; hopefully his naturally dark pelt hid it. "You sound like my mom," Falcon sniffed at her, thrusting his chest forward. "One fall's not gonna tire me, the great Falconwing! I just hafta take a little break is all." He wiggled his sprained leg a bit and winced. "I can, uh, walk it off."
Yeah, walk it off right back home. If he hid it well, maybe no-one would notice. Well no, Fairbreeze would for sure because he always knew everything ever. Agh. Maybe it was a better plan to just stick it out with Revenant until he could walk on all fours properly. Just so long as she didn't give him, like, a friendship speech or something . . .
"So watcha mean your folks'll 'send word'?" Falcon asked her in the meantime, pressing his hoof down on and off the ground to keep testing it. "Wouldn't they just fly over? Wait, they know where you are?" Did that mean he could possibly see these multiple wings for himself?
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