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 Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:50 pm
PLUNK! That was the noise that would have been issued if grass could make noise. It would certainly have distracted the child from the new pain long enough to keep the mixture of a hiss and a grunt from the child. Crying wasn't her style, a natural instinct not to allow it to be known she was hurt. Or even bothered, the noise was more to show dislike than anything. A way of showing some dominance over the dark haired woman. Something with little meaning since the 'guardian' took little note of the sound.
"Yah like flowahs right?" She waved a hand casually at a few of the lasting sprouts of summer that were poking up from the ground. "Play." Honestly, she was new to this whole 'parenting' thing. She'd always done things her own way, which meant alone. Sure, she'd agreed to this, but it didn't change the fact it'd take some adjusting to, especially when the girl only huffed and refused to pay her mind. What'd it take to get a little respect from the brat?
The child merely scowled up at the woman as if threatening to have a fit, before glancing off and trying to pick out the best of the best. Flowers were nice, useless, but nice. She'd seen then before going out, but never really gottent o examine them much. From what she'd seen though... they just sat there and looked like flowers. Not much use, why would she like them? A wobbling shift as she inched closer to a stalk that she decided was of better quality than the rest before snatching it a bit too hastily. The previously delicate bloom fell apart in her hand after being crushed by the action. Definitely pointless, but she needed to do it right.
"Hmph, gonna act like that yah might as well play with rocks instead." Rin grunted slightly after noting the child's actions. Once more tossed aside by the brat, well whatever, let her have her own way. The woman sighed, kicking at a patch of grass briefly before making her way off to the side. At least she didn't need to pay close attention to the kid now. She'd been stuck in the house with the tiny tyrant all morning while trying to finish setitng up the mess that was her new home. What a pain that had been. Wanting this, being pissy about that, and all the while never offering a grin. Oh, but she did smile, just not at her. Little snot.
A glance over her shoulder caught one of those rare moments when she did catch the spotted girl grinning, something that vanished the instant she realized someone was looking. Yep, truly a brat.
Rylan had only managed to pick one of the blossoms without the thing crumbling in her grasp and rejoice silently at her accomplishment before she noticed the woman looking again. She didn't approve of her, she wasn't flawless, didn't seem to care about it. What a troubling thought. Not caring what you appeared to be. She offered another scowl in return to the glance before turning back to the flower in her hand and flipping it over with her thumb. A brown speckle, it really wasn't spotless. She quickly let her hand drop to rid her palm of the thing before she began to wipe it on the side of her pants.
Nope. Never good enough.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 11:17 pm
One would think Gavin would have learned to stay away from flowers by now. After the two incidents in the garden involving sentient, malicious plants, it's surprising that he would go near any foliage at all. That would be if he thought like a normal, rational child. No, the hawk-child showed no fear. Felt no fear. Those screams of terror and the frantic running were totally just for show. He did feel boredom, however.
A few months ago, this would have made for the best day ever. Frolicking in the flowers, rolling in the dirt, eating worms. Somehow, that just didn't seem as fun now that the stems hardly reached past his ankles.
Gavin approached the grass, his wings twitching slightly as he walked. Some of his feathers splayed out in strange, awkward directions. About two or three times a day, a feather would just fall out without any warning. At first he was sure he was dying, or at least losing his wings. Why else would they all be falling out? Can't really have wings without any feathers. It wasn't until Picia explained that feathers had to fall out to make new ones that he'd calmed down. She called it "molting."
Whatever it was, it itched like you wouldn't believe.
Boredom and itching never mix well. Once he was on the grass he paused for a moment, his wings still fidgeting involuntarily. Without a word, he kicked off his sandals--the grass felt better when it was between his toes, anyway--and took a moment to dig his foot past the blades and into the dirt. Then, without warning, he threw himself on the ground, rolling as far as the momentum would take him.
Now that was how you got rid of an itch. He never even noticed the other girl who seemed to be right in the path of his rolling.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 11:34 pm
Rin had turned to simply starring at the sky and pretending she was being attentive of the child playing nearby. If you considered grumbling about how flawed nature was in her opinion. What did she want? Everything to be clean and primp like it was plastic? God, things were better with their little hitches, how else would it be fun? And besides. She had no intention of cleaning up a mess just because some little energy brat thing was going to have tantrums everytime she toddled into a little mess left on the kitchen floor.
She didn't recall being that pissy as a kid. Since when did things change so much?
She was, quite honestly, sick of the flowers. No matter how hard she scanned them to try and find the perfect one there was also that little mark that made it ill-fitting to be held and enjoyed. Why did they exist if they couldn't even serve the obvious purpose of pleasing her? Another low grumble as she flopped back onto her bum again, hands sitting on the grass between her legs. No good at all. Another low huff as the child turned it's gaze up to the sky. Better. Pretty blue with a few clouds, but those were a soft pure white. Suitable for viewing. That meant the flowers had lost all purpose. The sky seemed much more fit for the job.
It earned itself an almost loving gaze for what seemed minutes before one ear flicked at a new noise. Rustling..? Curiosity took charge as the girl's gaze fell in time to see the cause. Both ears fell flat against her head instantly as she she noted the path of the creature that seemed to be on charge to run her over. Rather than a screech, like a logical child would have made, she merely tried to scoot out of the way, something that was unlikely due to her still trying to fully master getting around quickly. Nope, she was still well on trackt o being flattened like a pancake by that steamroller in orange.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 12:00 am
In keeping with the spirit of most cartoons, the steamroller of orange made contact with a thud. Suddenly, sound had a color as his head--along with the rest of his body--collided with something hard.
"Ooof!" Gavin exclaimed, sprawling out on top of whatever obstacle decided to block his particular method of itching. Oops, there goes another feather from the right wing. At least that area stopped itching, though the left side still twitched incessantly. Now that at least half of him was relieved of any bothersome sensations, he could now focus on the blobs of color that blotched his eyesight. They swirled in front of him, slowly fading away until he could finally see somewhat correctly again.
Oh, a person.
"Hi?"
That was the only thing he could think of. What do you say to someone you'd just run over? Then again, in retrospect it did seem to be his primary way of meeting people. Just like when he met his bestest friend ever, Osha, by tackling him down a flight of stairs. At least that had been deliberate. This was an accident. Hopefully, whoever she was, she was nice.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 8:14 am
'WHUMP!' A second, or maybe more she didn't pay that much attention to it, she found herself knocked flat with a weight over her. Which did cause something of a yowl of surprise. Not that she'd ever admit it. Along with the new weight came a dull ache where she'd been hit as she started realize what was going on again. On her back with a somewhat humanoid shape. That was still a rather bright orange.
Focusing on that she blinked a few times as the thing spoke, temper quickly flaring at it. 'Hi?' HI!? You didn't say something like that after nearly killing her. She frowned instantly, glaring up frostily at the thing that was now the subject of her scorn. At least the flowers would be free of her now?
Accident or not she was going to get a proper apology out of him, one way or another, and the best place to start was the core of the problem. Showing him what was wrong with him. Afterall, who better to point out the problems with things than her? "Wrong." She quickly huffed, trying to push herself up while not once taking her eyes off of him. "Wrong wrong wrong!" At least he was at some advantage, she wasn't too great at speaking yet, so it's not as if she could properly take out her annoyance on him.
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