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 Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 12:03 pm
"Useful things are overrated," Birch said and winked to Tousled, "And I wouldn't think your territory was anything less than beautiful. I live far to the west, in a place no one really cares about. Not many neighbours can stand the noise I'm afraid, but I like my evergreens."
It was really nice, sitting here together. Birch roused his feathers and moved a tiny bit closer to Tousled. It felt so good, so natural, to sit here and talk while the moon travelled above. For all he cared they could talk all night and morning and just enjoy the beauty of this place. Perhaps they would.
"When I get a bigger territory someday I think I'd like a place like this in it," he said dreamily, and his gaze seemed to be focused on something in the distance, "Not useful, just beautiful. Like music."
He trailed off, and for once he didn't feel the need to talk.
(OOC: One last post from Tousled and then we're done?)
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 6:10 am
Tousled couldn't help but giggle at Birch's wink, and preened a little to hide her embarrassment at his comment about her territory. She could have said something about the uncomfortable openness so close to the mountains, but decided not to. Besides, she kind of liked it that way. After having watched it and flown through it so many times, she had actually come to appreciate the brightness in some little way.
Not that she would actually say that, it would make her sound way too weird. So she remained silent, and unconsciously roused her feathers in a echo of Birch. What a strangely comfortable silence it was. She didn't even feel flustered when a small shuffle from Birch happened to bring him a bit closer to her. It felt pleasant.
"When I get a bigger territory someday I think I'd like a place like this in it. Not useful, just beautiful. Like music."
Tousled giggled absent-mindedly and let her gaze sweep over the moonlit scene again. Like music. "Very well put. Like music." She nodded half to herself. "That's what it's like."
She glanced up at the big Wildtype beside her and smiled again. Tomorrow he might choose to woo some pretty Wildtype lady bard and forget all about his quirky, tousled little friend, but tonight he was keeping her company, in pleasant conversation and comfortable silence. She really couldn't ask for any more than that.
((Sure. Unless you wanna get one more in.))
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