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 Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:36 am
Rojiza giggles as he purrs. She scritches behind his ears, delighting in the soft texture of his fur. It's unlike anything else she'd ever touched. The Banya were soft, but still feathery and kind-of stiff. Cornelius and Majesty have short, coarse hair that bristles when she does something wrong. But this cat...he's soft and silky all over. Overtaken by impulse, she hugs the large cat gently, burying her nose in his fur.
[If you think she's being odd, you imagine being 7 or 8 the first time you've petted a cat. xD Ooh, soooooft. ^_^]
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:41 am
(Nah, can imagine X3 Sooooft~)
Sindri was quite happy with this. When not causeing havoc, there was nothing he liked more than being petted and looked after. And luckily, this girl wasn't a brat who pulled on his fur.
Yes, I am a lovely creature, aren't I~?
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:48 am
[Damn, I want a bobcat now. T-T;;]
Rojiza wonders as she lavishes attention on Sindri (much to the chagrin of her Banya) who he is. Who he belongs to. She can tell he's a Fortunette, but they have no way of communicating. What is his name? How does he normally behave? Could they become friends? She strokes down his spine softly, abently, thinking. If he were a tame cat he could be a big pillow. But he isn't precisely a tame cat.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:54 am
The bobcat had already thought along the same lines. He just -had- to drag his mother out of Wind Wheels and make/her visit those who lived here. She was too much a recluse and he -had- to know who this was. She was part squirrel, but she wasn't half bad. Very cuddly, very nice.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:59 am
[This is actually really good RP practice. ^^ Because neither of them talk we just rely on actions and thoughts.]
Rojiza wonders what else she can do. Cats don't necessarily play, unless it's to play with their food before eating it. She throws a glance at Iagan again, just to be sure.
[Eck, I gotta go.]
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 8:03 am
(Yeah, it is. ^^ Bye for now!)
Sindri follows her gaze, glancing up at the bird with amusement. If only he could convay that. Even when he was playing with the banya he knew, he wouldn't harm them. They were useful, even he knew that. ...plus their Lochan called him a 'Little Prince', the dear old featherbag.
Hmm.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:01 am
[xD Old featherbag. Cute.]
Caroline enters back in the wagon, and is rather startled to see her daughter with her arms around a large cat. "Whot just went on in here?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow. The situation doesn't seem to be dangerous, at least not immediately. So she remains more-or-less calm.
Rojiza looks up at her mother with big brown eyes. Fuzzy.
"No, Rojiza, ye may not keep 'im," says Caroline, misinterpreting her completely.
Rojiza giggles and gives the big cat a good scritch behind the ears.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:40 am
With one last headrub against Rojiza's shoulder, Sindri tugged and wriggled himself away from her, taking a few steps towards Caroline and again, offering up a growing sort of purr. What was it the lass had done? Oh yes...a little bob of the head.
Why hello to you too~
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:42 am
Caroline eventually succumbs to the wiles of the feline and reaches down and gives his head a good rub. "There now, there's a good tom," she says. "Wherever did you come up with this, Ro?" she asks.
Rojiza shakes her head and points to the door. Don't look at me, he came in by himself.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:53 am
Tom? Tom?? My name's Sindri! If a cat could pout, he would. The name Tom was far too common for one such as himself, he thought, unaware that a tom was just a male cat. How to tell them who he was. See, this was why his mother needed to get out more...
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:57 am
Caroline catches this feline half-pout and laughs. "Well, aren't ye just the little barrel of personality?" she says. "Come on, let's find where you belong." She opens the door to the wagon again, trying to usher him out.
Rojiza follows Sindri out, determined to find out who he belonged to. What his name is. Something.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 12:06 pm
He walked out at a brisk, energetic pace and headed through the caravan back to his wagon. He only paused to look behind him, giving them a look with his golden eyes - are you coming? Wind Wheels was a way back in the line.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 12:12 pm
Ro follows him back toward his wagon. She's able to keep up just fine. Squirrels are little bundles of energy, after all, and that hadn't left her.
Caroline follows behind the two of them. Huh. She hadn't been expecting a wagon. He was a Fortunette then?
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 12:20 pm
"How did you get into a locked box to eat those eggs?" Altaira scooped him up as he came into her sight, before she registered he had brought company. She smiled her usual, shy sort of smile - not sure if she should be worried. "Hello. I hope Sindri hasn't caused any trouble?"
This is my mother, squirrel-girl. No resemblence, I know.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:03 pm
"Och, no," says Caroline. "No trouble at all. He just managed to find his way into our wagon while I was away. I think Ro's befriended him." She laughs, an earthy sound. "I confess I didn't take him for a Fortunette when I saw him first, but I can see he's got...class," she finishes.
"I'm Caroline," she says, "And this is my daughter, Rojiza. Once a squirrel, now a right little sunbeam."
Rojiza latches onto the name. Sindri. She turns the name over in her mind. It's warm, like cuddling next to Mother on a cold night. Rojiza drops a curtsy like Mother had taught her when her name is mentioned, smiling as she calls her a sunbeam. Sunbeams are warm, but quiet.
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