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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 12:05 pm
The medic and rescue team had arrived and left again. All the young ones that had waited out the storm in her territory were accounted for, patched up and back with their minders or parents. Rose had had the sense to wait out the storm in Granny's own cosy hollow and was currently singing softly. Everyone was safe and Granny was very, very tired.
She closed her eyes, focusing on Rose's song and trying to block out the dull ache in her body. Granny had refused to follow the medic back to his temporary medic station, and had insisted that they'd help her back to her own hollow instead. Why should she take up space there when there surely was many badly injured Sentinels that better needed the medic's attention? She didn't need to be looked after like a hatchling. None of her injuries were very serious, the Medic had said so himself.
"Good riddance," she mumbled. The young man had even started to fuss about her eyes in the middle of it all, as if he didn't have more pressing matters at hand. Nothing wrong with her eyes, only a bit of a headache from the impact. Who trained the medics these days? This particular one seemed to have less common sense than a Skurri.
(Granny is in her private hollow, but she'll welcome Snow as long as she makes her presence known first.)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 7:17 pm
The young mist female had been fairly lucky when the storm hit. Now that she's fully moved into a cozy little hollow in Granny's territory to start her training and teacher's aide, she was so, so far from her beloved family, and missed them terribly. So on that night, Snowdrift decided to take a day off [with Granny's permission, of course] to go visit her parents, and was there when the storm started. She stayed cooped up as long as possible, and would have probably still been there had it not been for that mysterious crashing noise after the last bolt of lightning was struck.
Her parents tried to advice her otherwise, but she had to make sure that Granny was alright. When the rain let up enough so that she felt confident in her flight capabilities, the young sentinel left her family's roost and flew as fast as she could muster back to her home.
When she finally arrived, a gasp of shock was emitted by her as she laid her eyes on the scene before her: a tree had fallen. And not just any tree, mind you, but the one she had chosen for herself: her roost. Her home.
The surprise was enough to make her glide down someways and land on a nearby branch to look at the wreckage. Where is she going to live now? She'd have to see later if any of her trinkets and things survived the fall...though with a heavy sigh, Snow was doubtful. What a rare emotion for her to feel; it was overwhelming.
So much, that she nearly forgot the reason she was here to begin with: Granny! With a start, she swiveled her eyes to look for her teacher's tree....and relief filled her body. The tree was intact. She leapt from her secured grip on the branch and, in a matter of minutes, carefully grasped at a protruding limb close to the hollowed entrance. She may share the territory with the old bird, but that does not mean that she should enter and leave Granny's home as she wished. Privacy was still of importance.
Tucking her wings loosely by her side, she gave a questioning hoot. "Granny? Are you there?"
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 10:33 am
Relief washed over her as she recognised Snow's voice. Her apprentice was safe too. In such a violent storm there had to be losses - Granny had lived long enough to know that - and she was grateful for every friend and fledgling that had made it through.
"In here Dear Heart," she hooted softly. "Come join me."
It was a rare invitation. Granny guarded her private hollow fiercely, but right now she was more interested in seeing that Snow really was safe and still had all her feathers on straight.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 10:05 am
Likewise, with Snow. She felt a significant amount of weight lift from her shoulders from hearing Granny's invitation; not only was she there, but she must also be doing well enough if she's in the mood for company. With a few careful hops, Snowdrift made her way from branch to inside the hollow, and at once the feeling of warmth and safety returned to her since her departure from her parents' roost.
"Oh!", she exclaimed, "I'm so glad to see the two of you are safe! That was such a dreadful, awful storm...were you lucky enough to stay here throughout it?" As she spoke, she maneuvered herself closer to the pair and began to preen dry the still-damp feathers, whenever a pause gave opportunity to do so, at least.
She won't mention her tree at the moment. Right now, the most important thing is making sure that Granny really is alright.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 12:53 pm
"I was in the territory, but not in here," Granny said and preened Snow briefly in greeting, wincing slightly as the movement upset a sore muscle, "I stayed in the smallest classroom with a few fledglings and a few others found shelter in our bigger one."
She settled back, silently thanking Noctus that there had been no casualties despite her lack of judgement.
"Crawly, that grumpy Ghost fledgling, he was there with me," she said, "And a lucky little Wildtype who managed to find his way in when the Thunderbird had already started calling."
She paused for a moment before confessing her great mistake that fateful night.
"I didn't secure the windframe well enough and it fell on us. Luckily everyone survived."
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:51 pm
As Granny told her story, Snow was happy to sit, listen and receive the preening from her mentor – at least, until she noticed the wince. The younger apprentice knew that if she were to even try to bring it up, that Granny would just wave it away and refuse to have it looked at; that's just the sort of stubborn lady she was!
Well, tonight was not about convincing Granny that she needed medical help, and so, Snow stored the wince away into her memory, and if she were to see more of those little tale-tell warnings, she'll be sure to do something then. You can never be too careful, she thinks to herself, hoping that the wince was from something so minor that could easily be healed from simply resting.
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that Crawly is alright...and oh! That is lucky indeed! Why, I can't even begin to imagine what would happen to that poor little fledgeling if he didn't find shelter through the storm...it'd terrible, that's for sure."
At her next words, though, her hopes were dashed. Something large had fallen on Granny, and that is not good news at all. "Oh dear...well, we are all allowed to make mistakes, however young or old we may be - after all, we're only sentinels." She reached over and gently preened the top of Granny's head. "I'm just glad to see that you are alright, and that everyone else is safe."
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 11:10 am
"Crawly, yes," Granny said, closing her eyes in response to the gentle preening. There was no better way to comfort a Sentinel of any age. That simple knowledge would help Snow more than anything in the classroom.
"His flight training will probably have to suffer. A good deal of his primaries on one wing got messed up, but he was strong enough to fuss so I was never really worried."
Granny turned to her apprentice and looked her straight in the eyes.
"When your fledglings get injured," she said gravely, "and they will be, mark my words. It's the quiet ones you'll need to worry about. If they yell bloody murder, no matter how bad it looks they will most likely be fine in the end. But a fledgling that is hurt and goes quiet... Now that's a bad sign."
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 12:25 pm
Snow was happy to see Granny relax under her careful preening; it gave her the extra validation that the ol' gal did genuinely trust her, and goes as far as thinking that she may even enjoy her company.
She took the advice to heart. In all honesty, Snowfield has lived the sheltered life as a pair of artisans' spoiled daughter, and never became injured herself, or seen anyone else become injured, for that matter, with Granny the closest sentinel yet. She would have to be brave for the fledgelings and keep herself from fussing over them too much.
Though she'll remember the silence, and takes into consideration how quiet Granny has been over her own injuries. No, this can't bode well, not even with her own advice.
With the top of the head as preened as one could get it to be, Snow drooped a little beside her mentor and sighed. "Noctus, you've certainly had the shaky night. I can't even imagine, being safe with my parents, but...oh, Granny, I hate to be the bearer of more bad news, but..."
She flicked a wing over, gesturing just outside of the hollow where her tree would normally be. "We've had...an arboreal sort of casualty, as well. I tried to see if anything was salvageable, but it doesn't look so good."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 2:13 pm
"Arboreal?" Granny asked, momentarily confused before it dawned on her that the rescue team had talked about falling trees in her territory, "Not your tree?"
That would be bad news indeed. Her territory was a good one with several hollows and platforms, but it didn't have that many trees suitable for living in. Snow could stay in one of the classrooms until they could evaluate the damage in the territory. It wouldn't really be a home, but it could work for now. Or she could live in here. Noctus knew Granny could use both the body heat and the company.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 12:51 pm
The small mist gave Granny a little bit of time to realize exactly what she meant, and it wasn't long before the problem dawned on her. It wasn't necessarily bad if any tree fell; it only became something to worry about if it's an inhabited tree. Or in Snow's case, it was inhabited. She gave a grim nod, uncertain of her future for the first time and uncomfortable with the notion.
"Yes, the tree you so generously allowed me to live in," Snow responded. She could potentially see if her old territory near her parents was still vacant, though she was sure someone would have settled in it by now. Not only that, but it was quite a bit a ways from the schoolhouse, so she'd have to fly a good amount in a single day just to get to where she was supposed to be.
She wouldn't dare ask for another home from Granny, that's for certain. It would be just too forward and rude of her to.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 1:53 pm
"You'll stay here today," Granny said, part plea and part command, "We will figure out what to do about that tree in the evening."
She paused and appeared to gaze at something far, far away.
"And there's the lesson plans to think of too," she said, suddenly businesslike, as if she hadn't just been silent for a good long while. "You'll run lessons while I recover. With my supervision of course."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 4:33 pm
Snow was surprised by the sudden command from Granny. Stay here? But surely she'll feel too cramped up with me around!, she thought as she surveyed the hollow. No, this space was definitely meant for a single sentinel and perhaps their companion to live on their own, not for two. "Are you sure I'm not intruding, Gran?" She asked, "I'm sure I can find somewhere else to stay in the mean time if it's too much trouble."
She could just barely make out the plea, but in the end, she was more concerned of overstaying her welcome and the teacher's generosity.
At her next words, the mist's feathers fluffed just a tad in excitement: she'll be running lessons?! A bittersweet glee ran from ear tuft to tail tip. It would be a delight to finally run the class on her own, even with Granny's supervision, though at the same time she's fearing the worst: perhaps her improving teaching methods is not the reason Granny's stepping down for Snow to pick up.
Perhaps staying with her is not a bad idea at all. "Where are the fledgelings at in the lesson plans, again?"
[I think this RP is nearing its end...we can just say that for the rest of the night they spoke about the lesson plans before dawn, if you'd like]
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 2:04 pm
Granny smiled, roused her feathers and leaned in to leech on the young Mist's warmth.
"Several of our fledglings should be ready for more serious flight training," she said thoughtfully, "It would be prudent to plan at least one filed trip for them."
The elderly Sentinel was visibly relaxed by now. Both the warmth and the company seemed to do her good.
"I usually take them on a short gathering trip" she said, "but not on the ground of course. Depending on the season I teach them to recognise useful plants and trees and we will usually gather something that can be easily reached for a fledgling."
Linnéa had many fond memories of such gathering trips, both the safe and placid ones with her students and the more serious business she had experienced on the ground. But that was so very long ago.
"Oh, but enough about what I usually do," she said with a small smile, "You need to decide were you want to take them."
It was really nice to discuss teaching with her apprentice like this. Pleasant warmth was spreading through Granny's aching body and as she focused on the future, the present didn't feel quite as bad anymore. This too would pass, and sooner or later she would realise the meaning of the Thunderbird's latest rampage.
He always gives more than he takes.
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