Cicero's ears perked up at her giggle, the sound was light and as she nudged him playfully, he found his feet falling into step behind her. His wings tucked securely along his back, nestled between his shoulders and his spine, wing tips tucked along the inside of his hips, and his tail swayed as he walked, his long whiskers bouncing along as he plodded after her on light paws.
He looked up at Shadow as he flew above them and he turned over Neola's words in his mind. Blood-Givers? He looked to her as he came to walk beside her, taking in her words. Her kind fed on blood; he understood that. So... those of his kind that came to Castrum De Drac, and served a purpose, were blood donors?
The idea intrigued him and he lit up at the thought. Blood donors were cherished and well thought of?
As she introduced her home, he looked up from her face, and into the large, cavernous dark chasm, and he felt his eyes beginning to adjust, though it was still far too dark in some places for his eyes to make out anything. He was amazed by the structures and the shapes of the homes within.
His eyesight wasn't horrible as a whole, but he didn't really see well in the dark which was why he only flew on nights where the moon was bright, or risked collision as the two of them had experienced earlier.
"It's amazing." He finally said to her, looking rightly impressed as he followed close beside her, one of his whiskers tickling the length of one of her wings as he strayed closer when she promised to keep him from running into things.
"The dark isn't so bad... it's almost like a blanket..." He remarked as he listened to her voice.
[WC: 305]
Pffffft. They're great, I just cannot even with their cuteness. I also like that they're having this conversation; because Cicero has never really felt "cherished" and he's always been the type of Tah that would want to do something that would benefit another B'alam. So this conversation is probably going to literally change his life. Also, I didn't get the notification for your quote, weirdly.
He looked up at Shadow as he flew above them and he turned over Neola's words in his mind. Blood-Givers? He looked to her as he came to walk beside her, taking in her words. Her kind fed on blood; he understood that. So... those of his kind that came to Castrum De Drac, and served a purpose, were blood donors?
The idea intrigued him and he lit up at the thought. Blood donors were cherished and well thought of?
As she introduced her home, he looked up from her face, and into the large, cavernous dark chasm, and he felt his eyes beginning to adjust, though it was still far too dark in some places for his eyes to make out anything. He was amazed by the structures and the shapes of the homes within.
His eyesight wasn't horrible as a whole, but he didn't really see well in the dark which was why he only flew on nights where the moon was bright, or risked collision as the two of them had experienced earlier.
"It's amazing." He finally said to her, looking rightly impressed as he followed close beside her, one of his whiskers tickling the length of one of her wings as he strayed closer when she promised to keep him from running into things.
"The dark isn't so bad... it's almost like a blanket..." He remarked as he listened to her voice.
[WC: 305]
Kyrieko
Insomniac
I have to admit, I'm finding these two rather adorable together!
Pffffft. They're great, I just cannot even with their cuteness. I also like that they're having this conversation; because Cicero has never really felt "cherished" and he's always been the type of Tah that would want to do something that would benefit another B'alam. So this conversation is probably going to literally change his life. Also, I didn't get the notification for your quote, weirdly.
