Dancer felt bad about sending Savith away earlier today. She did want to say sorry because it was easy to see his feelings were hurt. It wasn't hard to find the sulking sparrow soaking himself in a cool tidepool. So she snuck up on him and said quietly in the dark. "So, how mad are you at me and how long will it take till you aren't anymore?"
"Who said I was mad," he retorted nonchalantly as he pulled at the tangles in his curls with his fingers, never looking up.
Taking that as a good sign she came over and sat at the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in but watching for his. "So you aren't mad then?"
Savith has the bum leg stretched out on a outcropping of rock along the side of the pool, the other curled up underhimself to keep him from sliding about. "Never said I wasn't," he quipped back in the same nonchalant tone of voice, still without looking up from his 'work'.
She frowned a little in a frustrated mannor. "If you weren't hurt I would dunk you so you might make up your mind and I would know if I should say I'm sorry or not." Then she flicked some water at him with her fingers.
Savith flinched slightly at the water as it tickled his cheek. "Say you're sorry then, and get it out of your system, then get in and clean up. I can smell you from here." One might have thought he was teasing, if they hadn't heard his tone, which hadn't changed since the conversation began.
The frown remained. It wasn't sorrow it was frustration at him. His tone, his mannor just everything. So she stripped and slipped into the water. It was cool but not to cold after sitting in the sun all day. She dunked her head and came back up slowly. The carefree blowing hair now sticking to her head and down her form. "Sorry Savith. I didn't mean to run you off the way I did earlier. I just though.... Well, I thought you might be hurting a bit more then you let on and could use a rest.
At that Savith looked up. "Perhaps you should consider your wording more carefully in the future, but I will forgive you forgetting all that I had said of Orders."
"Forgotten, but I wasn't trying to order you. I was trying to give you a reason to leave is all. I thought if you flew ahead and told everyone she was back you could then go and rest your leg and such." She just sat in the water and leaned back looking up at the night sky with a sigh.
"A locksend would have sufficed," he replied, tone never shifting, words light, as he returned to his hair. "I am quite capable of making my own excuses to leave."
"Fine. Next time I will say nothing or I will locksend to you." Her tone was getting agitated bit. She washed herself to keep from looking at him. Why was he so so infuriating tonight? Oh well she had to suck it up and just deal with it or leave and she didn't want to go just yet.
Savith nodded, pushing his hair back over his shoulder so he could lean back. "Works for me," he quipped lightly, seeming unphased by the conversation.
"So how is your ankle feeling tonight?" She looked over at it to try and study it in the dark. "Do you want me to rub it for you? I promis I won't hurt you to much and will go slowly."
Savith rolled it a bit under the water and winced faintly. "Go for it, if you want. Can't make it hurt any worse than it was eariler."
As lightly as she could she placed his foot in her lap. Slowly and ever so lightly she ran her fingers over his leg up to his knee. She didn't speak. She didn't want to hurt him and have him kick her in the face or anything. He could feel a slight bit of pressure after time. The warmth of her hands seemed almost relaxing. Kind of soothing if he didn't think about it to much.
Savith leaned back and at first worked to keep any knee jerk reaction tot eh expected pain to a minimum, but her hands were gentle and the motions soothing... warming too... odd... Ah well, didn't matter. The ache was lessening finally, so it might as well just enjoy it while it lasts. A faint sigh escaped him through his nose and he leaned back a bit further, resting his head on the edge of the pool.
A long breath escapes her as well when she sees him relax more. A smile touching her lips as she kept working on him untill she was tired and softly set his leg to the side. "If we had some warm water for you to rest your foot in. That would help a great deal but I am fearful to ask Blaze becaause he might just tost you as well." She smiled a bit more then leaned back as well looking back at the night sky again.
ChosenSavith: Savith actually snickered at that. "I rather like not being soup, thank you." His eye swere slightly closed, and he eased his leg back down to the perch he'd found. Ah... now, if only he could sleep like this...
"I don't know. My mother would make a soup with birds that tasted wonderful." She laughed lightly. "But maybe the irds were young birds." She chuckled softly.
"Probably a bit smaller too," he quipped lightly, seeming to be in quite the good mood.
"And a bit more vocial and colorful." She snickered a bit. "But cats don't make a good soup at all. All you get is fur in your teeth." Now she laughed that little bird song laugh she had at times.
Again Savith chuckled softly, almost to himself. "Can't imagine that tastes good," he commented with a half grin.
Dancer fliped a bit of water at him and made a little face. "Oh no. It's a bitter, sour and just icky meat. That's why we should never be killed either. Our blood is enough to make one sick." She laughed just talking sillyness now.
But the wording pulled the grin from Savith's features, even as he brought a hand up try to ward off the water droplets. He hmm'd softly, eyes opening.
"What is it Savith?" She looked at him with the question on her face as well.
He shook his head lightly, pushing himself up to sitting straight. "Nothing important," he murmured.
She didn't believe him but let it go. They were having a nice time and she didn't want it ruined. "Isn't the night sky wonderful Savith?"
Savith looked up into the starry sky for a time before answering, "I suppose." His tone wasn't wistful nor cold, it simply was.
"What do you see when you look at it Savith? Dots of light and empty blackness?" She just wondered how dull he could make something as lovely as the night sky.
Savith regards the stars for a long long time, as if trying to divine from their twinkling, his answer. "A birthplace," he said finally. "Our birthplace. Where we came from before this world. The possibility that more like Us, like the High Ones, are out there. Maybe looking for us, maybe waiting for us, or maybe just trying to survive, like we are. Maybe we'll return, some day. Maybe we won't. I'm not sure it matters right now."
Taking a deep breath she gazed up at the night lights. It was so wondrous to her. Many things were. What Savith had said was almost like a dream to her. To return to the stars was a thought past her grasp. As at times were High Ones, Other worlds and anything past her own little world. Still it was exciting to dream about at times and at least he wasn't thinking it was dull little lights in the sky. "Oh Savith, that's lovely." Her voice was soft and thoroughly impressed with his description.
"I guess," he commented noncommitally, still eyeing the stars. His eyes narrowed, as if he were trying to SEE past them, and a light frown played on each figures again, a frown not really directed at anything.
Dancer flicked her long hair so it would throw water at him agin without being obvious. "Tell me something happy you remember Savith. You must have some hppy memories in your long life." She wasn't trying to hurt him by pulling up anything painful she just wanted to know he had some joys in his life.
Savith sighed, still peering at the stars. He frowned as he thought, bringing a hand up to push the droplets that caught him in the eyes before he rubbed at his temples. Something happy... something happy... his expression seemed to say. What the hell could he say? What happy memory /did/ he have that wasn't really tainted by anything else? He finally shook his head and moved to push himself up.
"Who said I was mad," he retorted nonchalantly as he pulled at the tangles in his curls with his fingers, never looking up.
Taking that as a good sign she came over and sat at the edge of the pool, dipping her feet in but watching for his. "So you aren't mad then?"
Savith has the bum leg stretched out on a outcropping of rock along the side of the pool, the other curled up underhimself to keep him from sliding about. "Never said I wasn't," he quipped back in the same nonchalant tone of voice, still without looking up from his 'work'.
She frowned a little in a frustrated mannor. "If you weren't hurt I would dunk you so you might make up your mind and I would know if I should say I'm sorry or not." Then she flicked some water at him with her fingers.
Savith flinched slightly at the water as it tickled his cheek. "Say you're sorry then, and get it out of your system, then get in and clean up. I can smell you from here." One might have thought he was teasing, if they hadn't heard his tone, which hadn't changed since the conversation began.
The frown remained. It wasn't sorrow it was frustration at him. His tone, his mannor just everything. So she stripped and slipped into the water. It was cool but not to cold after sitting in the sun all day. She dunked her head and came back up slowly. The carefree blowing hair now sticking to her head and down her form. "Sorry Savith. I didn't mean to run you off the way I did earlier. I just though.... Well, I thought you might be hurting a bit more then you let on and could use a rest.
At that Savith looked up. "Perhaps you should consider your wording more carefully in the future, but I will forgive you forgetting all that I had said of Orders."
"Forgotten, but I wasn't trying to order you. I was trying to give you a reason to leave is all. I thought if you flew ahead and told everyone she was back you could then go and rest your leg and such." She just sat in the water and leaned back looking up at the night sky with a sigh.
"A locksend would have sufficed," he replied, tone never shifting, words light, as he returned to his hair. "I am quite capable of making my own excuses to leave."
"Fine. Next time I will say nothing or I will locksend to you." Her tone was getting agitated bit. She washed herself to keep from looking at him. Why was he so so infuriating tonight? Oh well she had to suck it up and just deal with it or leave and she didn't want to go just yet.
Savith nodded, pushing his hair back over his shoulder so he could lean back. "Works for me," he quipped lightly, seeming unphased by the conversation.
"So how is your ankle feeling tonight?" She looked over at it to try and study it in the dark. "Do you want me to rub it for you? I promis I won't hurt you to much and will go slowly."
Savith rolled it a bit under the water and winced faintly. "Go for it, if you want. Can't make it hurt any worse than it was eariler."
As lightly as she could she placed his foot in her lap. Slowly and ever so lightly she ran her fingers over his leg up to his knee. She didn't speak. She didn't want to hurt him and have him kick her in the face or anything. He could feel a slight bit of pressure after time. The warmth of her hands seemed almost relaxing. Kind of soothing if he didn't think about it to much.
Savith leaned back and at first worked to keep any knee jerk reaction tot eh expected pain to a minimum, but her hands were gentle and the motions soothing... warming too... odd... Ah well, didn't matter. The ache was lessening finally, so it might as well just enjoy it while it lasts. A faint sigh escaped him through his nose and he leaned back a bit further, resting his head on the edge of the pool.
A long breath escapes her as well when she sees him relax more. A smile touching her lips as she kept working on him untill she was tired and softly set his leg to the side. "If we had some warm water for you to rest your foot in. That would help a great deal but I am fearful to ask Blaze becaause he might just tost you as well." She smiled a bit more then leaned back as well looking back at the night sky again.
ChosenSavith: Savith actually snickered at that. "I rather like not being soup, thank you." His eye swere slightly closed, and he eased his leg back down to the perch he'd found. Ah... now, if only he could sleep like this...
"I don't know. My mother would make a soup with birds that tasted wonderful." She laughed lightly. "But maybe the irds were young birds." She chuckled softly.
"Probably a bit smaller too," he quipped lightly, seeming to be in quite the good mood.
"And a bit more vocial and colorful." She snickered a bit. "But cats don't make a good soup at all. All you get is fur in your teeth." Now she laughed that little bird song laugh she had at times.
Again Savith chuckled softly, almost to himself. "Can't imagine that tastes good," he commented with a half grin.
Dancer fliped a bit of water at him and made a little face. "Oh no. It's a bitter, sour and just icky meat. That's why we should never be killed either. Our blood is enough to make one sick." She laughed just talking sillyness now.
But the wording pulled the grin from Savith's features, even as he brought a hand up try to ward off the water droplets. He hmm'd softly, eyes opening.
"What is it Savith?" She looked at him with the question on her face as well.
He shook his head lightly, pushing himself up to sitting straight. "Nothing important," he murmured.
She didn't believe him but let it go. They were having a nice time and she didn't want it ruined. "Isn't the night sky wonderful Savith?"
Savith looked up into the starry sky for a time before answering, "I suppose." His tone wasn't wistful nor cold, it simply was.
"What do you see when you look at it Savith? Dots of light and empty blackness?" She just wondered how dull he could make something as lovely as the night sky.
Savith regards the stars for a long long time, as if trying to divine from their twinkling, his answer. "A birthplace," he said finally. "Our birthplace. Where we came from before this world. The possibility that more like Us, like the High Ones, are out there. Maybe looking for us, maybe waiting for us, or maybe just trying to survive, like we are. Maybe we'll return, some day. Maybe we won't. I'm not sure it matters right now."
Taking a deep breath she gazed up at the night lights. It was so wondrous to her. Many things were. What Savith had said was almost like a dream to her. To return to the stars was a thought past her grasp. As at times were High Ones, Other worlds and anything past her own little world. Still it was exciting to dream about at times and at least he wasn't thinking it was dull little lights in the sky. "Oh Savith, that's lovely." Her voice was soft and thoroughly impressed with his description.
"I guess," he commented noncommitally, still eyeing the stars. His eyes narrowed, as if he were trying to SEE past them, and a light frown played on each figures again, a frown not really directed at anything.
Dancer flicked her long hair so it would throw water at him agin without being obvious. "Tell me something happy you remember Savith. You must have some hppy memories in your long life." She wasn't trying to hurt him by pulling up anything painful she just wanted to know he had some joys in his life.
Savith sighed, still peering at the stars. He frowned as he thought, bringing a hand up to push the droplets that caught him in the eyes before he rubbed at his temples. Something happy... something happy... his expression seemed to say. What the hell could he say? What happy memory /did/ he have that wasn't really tainted by anything else? He finally shook his head and moved to push himself up.
