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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 2:08 am
Kurios pointed at the leaflet in his hand, prodly stating the events which would be going on tonight. In his search to find Kashya some nightlife activities, Kurios has stumbled across a night time walk amon the caves, of which the brouchure had told, was home to a number of fruit bats. Kurios lead Kashya to the vast archway of the cave, joining a small cluster of people as they waited for late commer to arrive, while their tour guide gave a run down of the tour for them. Why he botherds Kashya couldn't fathom, he would only restate it agaion before they went into the cave.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:56 pm
"Okay little egg, time to bond." Obstinately, Hartley had decided that the egg was indeed a living creature, and that it could hear her. And see through the shell. Though the last two made no sense whatsoever, and the first one she was still iffy about, she was determined to form some sort of relationship with whatever was in the egg.
"So I picked up this brochure for a nature walk through some caves. I think it'll be okay to take you, if I keep you in the backpack. I"ll leave the zipper open, so you can see the bats that are supposed to live there." Hartley felt almost motherly towards the egg, which seemed to give her no answer, floating serenely in its yellow cloud. "Well then..."
It didn't take long to arrive, and feeling singularly alone, Hartley soon found someone to talk to. She approached Kurios sidelong, glancing at the little girl beside him. "Uh... So how old is your daughter? She looks a bit small to be exploring caves. Bet she likes bats though." Oh god, she was so bad when it came to talking about kids. She just didn't like them. The girl was funny looking though. Dressed funny. Seemed... Hartley didn't know. The same smell of ash seemed to cling to her as clung to her egg. How strange.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 12:46 am
"Two,' Kurios replied with a slight chuckle. "And she's not MY daughter," He said with a pain to the tone.
Surprisingly enough, he was actually beggining to become acustomed to starting conversations with complete strangers by now, and it didn't bother him at all that he was being spoken with by someone whom he had never met before. Since Kashya came into his likfe, things like this seemed to happen rather often. It was as if she were a magnet to these events and drw them to her. He did contain himself to say simply 'Two' as opposed to 'Two months' which was how long it had been since the full grown child emerged from the egg.
"Well..." He bagn, thinking of how to answer her second question. "We're not sure yet. Kashya's never seen bats," He took her hand and lead her to stand in front of him, showing that by Kashya he was refering to the little girl. "But she has a love for anything that takes place at night, and I thought my little noctournal creature, might like to meet some other day sleepers," He commented proudly, as if he had been the first to discover it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:29 pm
Kestrel couldn't figure out why anyone would be upset that a child wasn't theirs. Children were messy and noisy, and just complicated things. No, Hartley could do without children, thank you very much. Perhaps some of them were cute at a distance, especially when they weren't hers to deal with, but she did not want one of her own. This child was rather pretty though. At least she could recognize that much of it.
"It is very nice to meet you Kashya." Hartley talked to the child as if she was an adult- she didn't know any other way. Her maternal instincts were nonexistent, but most people seemed to like the treatment anyway. Maybe this was why kids seemed to like Kestrel so much, despite her not liking them.
"Ah, so she stays up all night? Sounds like me when I was younger, a little bit. We did that kind of thing at sleepover parties." The deer woman shrugged her shoulders. "I'm Kestrel, by the way. Kestrel Hartley. You can call me either name." Again she shrugged, clearly not indicating a preference. At this point, maybe she was past caring.
"I came here because I found this weird egg, and I don't trust my roommates to warm it. I think it's going to be some kind of strange eagle or something." Hartley unzipped the bag part way, enough to show off the bright blue shell that contained who-knows-what. "Pretty trippy, eh? I guess I'll find out fairly soon if it takes meat or fish or whatever."
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:22 am
Kashya peered between her guardian and the woman whom he seemed to have taken up conversation with befire being abruptly pulled from her comparisons of the two by Kurios himself, to introduce her to his chatting partner.
Unlike others she had met, this woman seemed to…speak differently. He tone lacked something to it, as if she was already holding Kashya in a high regard as if she had already lived half a lifetime and was talking to someone much wiser than Kashya. Had the womans not used her name, Kashya would have searched for the person that this voice was aimed at. She attempted to match the tone, but it sounded ill jointed even to herself. “Nice too meet you as well,” She replied.
“Not just sleep overs,” Kurios said with a yawn in his speech. “Every night. It’s a wonder she hasn’t put a fork in a toaster or something by now. Not that she’s left unsupervised, but half the time I’m sure she’s the one tucking me in instead,” He remarked with kind stroke of her hair.
“May I call you Hart?” Kashya said, liking the idea of calling someone by an emotion she had an almost pleased twinkle in her eye for thinking upon the name. “But only if you care for the name,” she replied, trying not to impose her brilliant idea on Mrs. Hartley.
“Kestrel is a bird isn’t?” Asked Kurios. There wasn’t a trace of bad manners in his wording he was simply pondering. After all, he wasn’t in much of a situation to make fun of names either.
Upon the mention of an egg however, both young and old party seemed to take an interested, and if Kashya’s eyes could sparkly anymore they would have for sure. They seemed almost like stars as she smiled at the egg hidden in the backpack.
Kurios muffled his own laughter in a cough. “My, my, you DO attract some odd guest don’t you Kashya,” He said with an amused look. “Very interesting indeed, I’m curios as to what’s in side with a great interest,” He said, shaking off his chuckles. Kashya sent him a quizzical glance. “I would love to see you how it turns out,” Kurios replied.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 1:30 pm
Bombarded by questions that she didn't mind answering, Hartley replied with a smile on her face. She had to admit to herself that she was enjoying this company immensely. Well, she never claimed to be aught but a social creature at heart, did she?
As Kurios explained his charge's nocturnal habits, Hartley dearly hoped that if by some horrible accident she ever gained custody of a child, it would shut up and sleep at night. Seeing Hartley without sleep was enough to give even the most sane person horrible, horrible nightmares. Without sleep she was positively violent, and that didn't seem like a good combination with children.
Looking down at the child again, Hartley managed to smile. It was nice though. She looked like a well behaved little girl, and she spoke as if she was years older than she looked. Perhaps she was just extremely small for her age? Or maybe she was normal size? You could never tell with kids these days.
"Yes, you can call me Hart. I've never had that nickname before." Strangely enough, that was true. Hartley didn't really seem to invite nicknames, or if she did, they never had anything to do with her actual name. 'Bambi' had always been a popular one. Sigh. Couldn't people get more creative than that?
"Yes, a kestrel is a small falcon. Not very big at all, but extremely fierce." Words Hartley would use to describe herself, if she had been given the choice, though she did have an inflated self opinion.
As the pair looked at her egg, Hartley found herself raising an eyebrow. "I can show you it when it hatches. If it hatches. I'll just write down your number or something like that, and we can keep in contact. I suppose it never hurts to make new friends either, does it?" Again Hartley smiled at the pair, genuinely pleased that she might one day count them as friends.
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