March 19
Erelis: *gliding around in gentle circles*
Westley: *glances up at Erelis* Hm, oh yeah, the flying cat. I met you before...
Erelis: *glances down* Ah, the cat with the moehawk! *flies down to his level* Hello.
Westley: *nods* Hey, what's up? What'd you say your name was?
Erelis: My name's Erelis. And what's yours?
Westley: Erelis, hm? Okay. I'm Westley.
Erelis: Yup, that's me. *smiles* How've you been since we last met?
Westley: I've been alright. *nods* How bout you? Must be fun flying around like that.
Erelis: Oh yes, nothing brings me more joy. ^_^ I love the feel of wind in my fur and the view from up high. What sort of things do you like?
Westley: I like music. *thinks* Flying would be cool.
Erelis: Music? I met a Namir who loved music before. She recommended Classical and Jazz, so I've listened to a bit of those. What kinds do you like?
Westley: Classical and Jazz? Do you like it? Hm, too soft for me. I like punk rock stuff.
Erelis: I like the ones that sound like I feel when I fly. Some of the classical songs sound like that. I haven't heard punk rock before. What's it like?
Westley: Makes sense I guess. Punk rock is a lot harder than classical. Probably not anything like flying.
Erelis: Maybe I shall try listening to it sometime anyway. It never hurts to try, right?
Westley: Yeah, exactly. Heh. But everyone has different tastes in stuff.
Erelis: Quite true. And it would be boring if everyone and everything were the same, anyway.
Westley: *nods* True. We are all individuals.
Erelis: Hmm, that word has a nice sound to it, doesn't it? In-dee-vidual. *says each part distinctly*
Westley: *tilts his head and listens to each part as she says it* I guess so. Well it's nice to know you're an individual anyway, that's what has a nice sound to it I think.
Erelis: Also true. There's certainly not very many winged cats around. Or cats with moehawks. smile
Westley: *chuckles* Very true. *runs a hand through his mohawk* So, what's flying like?
Erelis: What's flying like? Hmm, how could I describe it...*stares into space for a moment as she thinks* Well...it's more then just being in the air; it's being one with the air. If you don't stay alert and it respect it's moods, its currents, it'll batter you and drop you like a poorly-made kite. Listen to it, work with it, and it'll reward you with an experience like no other. *stares up at the sky, a smile on her face*
Westley: *listens* That makes sense. If you aren't in tune with the air, the flying wont be so good. Kind of like music, you've got to be in tune, right?
