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 Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 9:56 am
 Willow flew slowly through the trees, headed for Fjord's territory. It was a pleasant evening for flying, and she was looking forward to spending some time with Fjord, practicing for a joint performance in the weeks ahead. Zephyr followed her, gliding in the draft of her larger wings. He seemed cheerful as well, whistling some cheerful ditty as he flew. She had to admit, her meeting with Drywood had gone splendidly, just as Hollysong had predicted. A certain warmth seemed to spark within her each time she thought of him, as if a little star twinkled in her mind and shed its light right down to her toes. She chuckled to herself as she neared the other Bard's home tree. She would have to stay focused for the practice-- it was probably a safe bet that the other male would have little interest in hearing about Drywood and his charmingly awkward ways. Fjord was a nice fellow, but Willow wouldn't blame him if he couldn't quite approve of, or understand, her impractical notions of romance. Landing on a tree just outside his territory, the Bard uttered a musical hoot of greeting, which Zephyr ornamented with a high-pitched trill.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:09 pm
"Feather, you drop that right now!"
Fjord was a usually jovial creature, but the pica was hellbent on bothering the young Bard and cackled loudly as he made his way to a higher branch. Stuck firmly in his small beak was one of the many, silver trinkets that the Aberrant had been using to decorate and spruce up his small territory.
The little bird placed the silver band at his small, clawed paws and grinned broadly at the Bard that he had firmly attached himself to and tilted his head to one side.
"Drop? Feather drop? I can drop, Fjord. Can drop." He cackled soundly again and picked up the silver band. He was about to send it tumbling towards the ground far below, when a smaller form pushed into him roughly. Crow, a mus painted similarly to the pica, grabbed the band roughly and after a brief scuffle, managed to get it out of Feather's grasp.
"Master, has got." She called in her small voice, then shimmied down to the thick perch that Fjord had decorated so laborously with silver and candied nuts. The two had been busy all evening getting the territory ready for Willow's arrival. The Bard cleaned meticulously like this with every announced guest and this pretty, young lady was no exception. He had only met her a few times before and was delighted by the fact that they would be performing together at the Crownleaf in the future.
"Good girl, Crow. You keep that nosy little featherbag busy, I think I hear Miss Willow coming. Try to be on your best behavior."
He cleared his throat lightly and responded with a light hoot of his own to welcome her. Of course, Feather had to put in his two cents and immitated Zephyr's trill.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:51 pm
Upon hearing the hoot, Willowbreeze fluttered closer, perching gracefully on the decorated branch which had obviously been prepared with care. "Fjord. Such a pleasure to see you again. Your territory is just lovely!" Willow bowed her head graciously, then looked at the heavily-accessorised bard with a smile.
Willowbreeze preened a few feathers that had been rumpled by the flight and nodded to her companion, who perched on a nearby smaller branch. and whistled to the Pica and Mus. Zephyr was almost entirely non-verbal, like many Parus, but clever enough to somehwat make up for his silence with tweets and whistles.
"I trust you are well this evening?"
Although she suspected that any guest would get similar treatment, Willow was not immune to feeling flattered by the unusually lavish reception. It was clear that some effort had been made to prepare for her arrival, and the festive atmosphere meshed well with her cheery mood.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:38 pm
He seemed quite flattered by the praise that came from Willowbreeze. She seemed happy enough with the decor, which was a delight for the young Aberrant, and that was good enough for him.
His eartufts twitched slightly, betraying his pleasant surprise, and he quickly preened a wayward feather with his ligtly hued beak.
"The pleasure is all mine, Willowbreeze." He hooted cheerily as he placed yet another feather, then hopped towards a small basket filled to the brim with the chestnuts. He moved it forward towards her with his Will, an offering to his guest.
"I've been doing quite well, how about yourself? Noctus been kind to you?" He inquired in polite conversation as he casted his amber eyes towards his companions. Crow was busy trying to keep some sort of order about Feather, who was immitating every tweet and movement he could from the parus.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:15 pm
"Thank you." Willow delicately selected a chestnut, savoring the nutty flavor. Such things were rather rare treats, usually purchased from gatherers, and not something she would generally indulge in. In her less-physical line of work, it was important not to overeat, if one was to maintain the optimum weight for flight. "These are delicious."
"I've been very well. Noctus seems to smile on me these days." Willow smiled shyly, thinking back on her first meeting with Drywood the previous evening. "I think it's the nice weather." She murmured, making excuses, or course, for the silly, sappy smile that briefly crossed her face as she recalled the apothecary's ever-present smile.
The young bard followed Fjord's gaze to the branch where his companions sat. Zephyr appeared to be sulking, avoiding Feather's mockery by tucking his head beneath his wing as if sleeping. Willow chuckled softly. "Worse than chicks, sometimes." She murmured, shaking her head at the Parus.
Zephyr's head reappeared briefly and he uttered a shrill chirp before returning to his 'sleeping' pose.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 2:49 pm
Though he did his absolute best to remain polite (and nonintrusive), the bard couldn't help but to notice and almost immediately recognize the silly smile that crossed Willow's lovely, young features.
That was the look of a Sentinel that had found happiness, quite possibly in the form of young love. He had seen it on the beaks of several young, sappy couples and had even worn it himself on a few occasions, though he had never actually paired up with another, male or female. His tan beak almost instantly ran away with his sudden curiosity and excitement.
"Sure it's just the weather, dear? I may not be as aged as others in our lovely forest, but I wasn't hatched yesterday. Found someone have you?" The companions were almost completely forgotten, as were his manners, as he tried to wheedle some information out of a Sentinel that he felt comfortable enough with to call friend.
"Handsome? Hnn?" He sounded almost as bad as a gossipy old feather bag, but his intentions were always good and he meant her no insult, even if his curiosity was overwhelming.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:36 am
Willowbreeze giggled. Fjord had seen right through her. "Well, Found... not really. It's an arranged mating. But I find that I rather like him."
Rather than be offended, the young bard looked rather pleased with herself. "Very handsome..." She said softly. "And clever, too." She recalled with satisfaction how his eyes lit with enthusiasm as he spoke of his task. "He's a Chestnut, one of the fine old familes. It's an honor, really. My grandmother is very pleased."
Willow fell silent, a little embarassed by her silly excitement. Her ear tufts dipped and she murmured bashfully. "But, ah, I get ahead of myself. We should practice. Do you know what you'd like to perform? I did have one request for the programme-- a song with a happy ending."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:33 am
The aberrant blinked his amber eyes delightedly and preened at a wayward chest feather as he listened to the love struck young bard speak about her possible intended. It struck a chord within him, almost a jealous longing to find a mate of his own, quit he squashed it as quickly as it rose and his jovial features did not fault even the slightest.
"Dear, this is lovely! Definitely an honor. You definitely have features like a Chestnut! It's wonderful that you can contribute to the line and you like the gentleman you've been matched with! That is a rare happening, definitely! You have my best wishes!"
He hooted cheerily and flicked his eartufts slightly as he took in her next few sentences.
"Mm, well, I've thought about it a bit... A happy ending would be a must, hm? Any particular you are thinking of, m'lady?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:27 am
"Thank you." Willow responded genuinely. Fjord was just such a nice fellow, it was a wonder he hadn't found a mate of his own yet. Of course, it was possible that being an abberant, even a handsome one, hampered his ability to court some of the more particular ladies. Oddly enough, even abberants often aspired to a "pure blooded" mate, futher complicating the situation.
Of course, Willowbreeze was all too aware that she, herself, was an abberant, and if not for her Grandmother's efforts, and the lucky genetics of her convincingly Chestnut-like plumage, she could very well be in the same position. In fact, it would not surprise her if her own siblings would have difficulties in this area. All pretty, petite and long-tufted, they were, nevertheless, abberant.
Quickly she shifted her mind back to the matter at hand. "I've had a few ideas, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the matter."
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