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 Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 6:05 pm
It was all he had heard about lately, the "pretty Mist that lives over that way". Frankly Bandar wasn't particularly interested. He was sure that she was a perfectly lovely Sentinel, but he had more important things to worry about than trying to court a lady. In fact, he had never given much thought to the romantic side of life. Sure, he wanted to have a family someday - didn't everyone? - but his someday was always very far away.
The smoky owl settled down on a thick branch, blue eyes sweeping the area. No one had told him exactly where to find her, which struck him as odd given their relentless badgering, but he had been given a description and a name - Fiercefire. He'd have to make do with that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 7:58 pm
Fiercefire was, quite frankly, a little tired of visits and visitors, whether accidental or intentional. She had run into Sunflare, then into a random Scout, then had to go visit her Great Uncle (although it had been a lovely visit), and now her sister was here for an indefinite stay. As if having a mate and social obligations weren't enough, she still had her job to do from day to day. When in there was she actually supposed to get around to using the nest she and Basil had built? It was ridiculous!
Looking for a little quiet time, she'd nestled down at the edge of her territory, away from any of her traps - hopefully somewhere no one would be looking for her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 9:05 pm
It seemed that he had picked the wrong spot. Bandar had waited patiently, one of his greatest virtues, but no one had shown up. At least, no one that looked anything like the Mist that had been described to him. "Ah, well," he murmured out loud, briefly considering going back home. After all, he hadn't really wanted to come in the first place, but Ban knew that it'd be obvious if he hadn't actually met her. He had never been a good liar.
"Uh, er... Fiercefire?" he called, hopping from branch to branch. "Are you there? Here? ...Anywhere?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 9:13 pm
At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Fiercefire flattened her eartufts. No, she thought stubbornly, I'm not here, or there, or anywhere. She was tired of being around other Sentinels, tired of questions and disapprovals, even tired of sympathy. She just wanted to be left alone!
The reality, however, was that she was still a Trapper, her services were still needed, and this might actually be someone looking for her for a legitimate reason. Begrudgingly, she called out, "Here!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 9:59 pm
"Oh dear," Ban muttered to himself as he landed near where the voice had echoed out from. The voice sounded exasperated, a tone he was familiar with in his patients. Sentinels always felt they were much too busy to sit around and actually recover properly.
Now that he was here, he had no idea what to say. "Hi, I'm the guy that has been pressured into checking you out" didn't seem like a way to put her in better spirits. He wasn't good with words anyway. Why hadn't he thought about this before now? It was too late to turn back, she already knew he was hear. If owls could have blushed, he certainly would have. Instead he folded his wings back, expression nervous.
"I, uh... I'm a medic. I heard you might need some help... maybe it was a different Fiercefire," he ended lamely. Oh, he could just die right there! What a stupid idea. Why did I cave in? Now I'm just a fool bothering some poor Sentinel trying to get some sleep!
"Er, do you need anything? You're okay, then?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 10:13 pm
Fiercefire turned her head, bright eyes seeking the stranger who, for some reason or another, had come to see her. A medic? Looking for her? How ridiculous! The Trapper scoffed. "Unless you have a cure for typism or nosiness, that would be a no."
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 10:28 pm
Good job, Bandar. Real good going.
"Oh, er, yeah, I'm afraid I don't," he replied sheepishly. "S'pose I'm in the wrong place, then. Um, I hope things work out for you..."
He had never really encountered typism. Oh, sure, occasionally you heard whispers of a clutch of abberants or even a bit of scoffing over a mixed-type couple, but Ban had never seen any real problems. He felt a stab of pity for Fiercefire, and was tempted to try and say something nice to try and make her feel better, but he thought better of it. He'd probably fall flat on his face again.
"Well, I'll be seeing you," he said, beginning to move away from her nest.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 10:47 pm
Fiercefire, too, was relatively new to typism, and her introduction had been swift and bitter. Sometimes she wondered if it was worth it, but was always quick to remind herself that it was - love was worth it, Basil was worth it. And she was too stubborn to let herself lose, besides. She was about to let the other Mist go when a thought occurred to her, one she couldn't help but indulge. "Who sent you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 11:16 pm
(Little bit of a change from my first post... I just got a plot confirmation PM. >w< b)
He swallowed hard. "I, um, I don't know his name. Big fellow, dark feathers." Bandar hoped it was enough to satisfy her, vague as it may be. There were lots of large, dark Sentinels around, and he didn't particularly want the female to identity the Sentinel who had "suggested" he visit.
Ban paced back and forth. Surely annoying this Fiercefire was a better choice than the alternative. He hated to do it, really, but he couldn't take the risk.
"Actually, he told me about a single Mist, and I thought I'd, uh, come see who he was talking about. At least, he said you were single. Um... are you?"
No matter the circumstances, Ban was a bad liar and a less-than-graceful conversationalist.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 11:30 pm
Big fellow, dark feathers? How stupidly vague! That could be any Shadow or Deep Woods in the whole damn forest! Fi snorted, clearly disbelieving. "Dark feathers, huh? Don't you look at people when you talk to them?"
"No," she snapped then, clacking her beak dangerously, "I am not. That 'big fellow' of yours lied."
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:25 pm
His tone became nervous, but obviously sincere. "Oh, o..okay, sorry for wasting your time, then. Really, didn't mean to bother you."
Ban ruffled his wings slightly before hopping away, clearly embarassed. Of course he screwed it up, he thought angrily to himself. This was why it was better to keep to himself and his work.
The silvery blue owl hurried away, wanting to apologize but not knowing how.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 8:39 pm
Fiercefire watched him go, bright eyes fixed on his back as he departed. How ridiculous! Just what had all that been about, anyway? She huffed to herself and settled down again, but any hope for a quiet rest was gone. This wasn't just a matter of someone being nosy - they'd sent someone here, having told them a lie to boot.
Well, fine! Maybe she should pay a visit to her dark-feathered neighbors; she'd figure out who it had been, oh yes.
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