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 Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 6:22 pm
The pile grew as the angel worked carefully on neatening his wings, fastidiously as any little bird. "I'm... not tiny," he pouted a bit, and looked up at Cassidy, wide-eyed. "You're just too darned tall." Sticking out his tongue a bit, he looked back to his wings, not noticing the down fluffing in the air until a tiny feather fell upon his nose, which wrinkled. Dust?
"A... achoo!"
It was tiny, squeaky, and made him blush quite darkly. "Drat it..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 9:01 am
"Denial~" Cassidy sang, finally pouring the soup out and setting it down with a pleasant thunk of wood - home sounds, he liked those. No matter how much he enjoyed fluttering about in the world, living the 'high life' as it were there was just something so wonderful about the smells of a kitchen where actual cooking went on.
A smile crept unbidden across his lips at the sneeze and blush and he poked the angel's nose affectionately before whipping out a kerchief and pressing it lightly where his finger had once been, other hand surreptitiously clearing the feathers away from soup bowl - that would be a... surely amusing reaction from Zaher, but he wasn't ready to find out how unpleasant it was to swallow feathers. What if they did something actually bad to your tummy? "Eat time, sweetheart," he murmured as if it were a precious secret, now guiding a tiny - yes, tiny - hand to the spoon beside the bowl.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 4:46 pm
Little nose wrinkling, Zaher snuffled a bit and very nearly pouted, sulking inwardly at least. His fingers curled clumsily around the handle of the spoon -- one dark little finger carefully lifted and traced around the bowl of the thing, just to orient it properly, before he lifted it in his hand, his face scrunched with concentration. "This was a lot easier," said Zaher with a wry little smile, "when I could see where the soup was..."
It smelled good, however, absolutely mouthwateringly -- and the other hand rose to find where the soup was, fingertips finding the rim of the soup bowl, circling it deftly and letting himself know where the thing was. "There it is," he muttered, and smiling now, he carefully dipped his spoon into the soup, and lifted it, blowing across the surface to cool it and then sipping at it carefully. "... It's good," he said happily, taking another spoonful eagerly.
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