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 Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:04 pm
"Yes, that's right." Willow nodded, indicating that Drywood had the performance date correct. "The pleasure is mine."
The bard bobbed her head gacefully, responding to the Apothecary's near-whispered request with a smile, "I would love to." She looked into Drywood's golden eyes for just a moment, then returned her attention to Hollysong.
"Good night, and good hunting to you both."
With that, she gracefully took flight, returning to her performance. Although her mind was still full of questions, she was content with the answers she had found this night. He was kind, intelligent, attractive, certainly not mean-spirited or horrible, as she had feared in the deep recesses of her mind. Rather, he was cheerful and a little awkward, but in a charming sort of way. Yes, things were going to work out fine.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 1:58 pm
Hollysong nodded as Willowbreeze gracefully took her leave and opened his wings in one swift movement that barely betrayed the Storyteller’s age.
“Mr. Drywood! You did extremely well, young boy! I believe Miss Willowbreeze was thoroughly impressed.” he said as he leaned away from the branch. “I do hope you are pleased as well. I’ll give you some time to settle your feathers but let me tell you I have a really good feeling about the two of you. Well goodbye, young friend. Don’t let me keep you from your task any longer. Flut, on my back.”
And with one last nod, the older Chestnut left the branch and glided away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 4:14 am
Drywood remained for a while, staring out into the empty night air and not really thinking a fully coherent thought. There was a faint humming in his ears, possibly having to do with the strange activity going on somewhere behind the numbness in his head.
"I did well?" he asked, even though Hollysong had already left and was clearly out of earshot. Again, the image of Miss Willowbreeze's eyes flashed before him, the way she had held his gaze just before she turned to leave, and he found to his surprise that he was smiling. "Yes, I... rather believe I did."
That's all well and good, then. Drywood roused his feathers, pulling himself back to the present and went through a quick pre-flight preening. One hurdle cleared, and without any discernible problems. And Miss Willowbreeze... seemed like a very nice and reasonable girl. Not to mention - he saw her eyes before him again - rather attractive. Actually.
He wasn't sure if that made him feel more relieved, or more nervous, but as he left the branch and begun the long trip home, the unexpected smile kept lingering on his beak.
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