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 Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:56 am
There was only so much time that one could spend in their own nest between classes without needing to make excuses about their whereabouts. Aldara had reached that limit and, with an exasperated sigh, closed the book she had been reading before rolling down out of her hammock. She paused by the mirror long enough to re-tousle her hair into something a bit less messy before slipping out in the hall intent on making her way to the nearest student lounge for a healthy bit of socializing.
Ugh.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 10:42 am
For his part, he was curled up on a seat he’d drawn into a corner with a book on South American Monsters, famous frights. He glanced up at the arrival of a new face, arching an eyebrow to see rather handsome blue plumage on the ghoul. He was pretty sure he hadn’t spoken to her before, but that was hardly surprising, He wasn’t exactly the most social Quetzcotal in the world. Most other monsters he knew had been more able to stick with their schooling and had moved up classes and grades. So…why not try and make a change, how much could it hurt after all? He gave a small wave from the side of his book, but still used it as a shield.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 10:51 am
She missed the wave at first as she passed by the corner, although something about the movement nagged at the corner of her mind until she turned back towards it, slender brow lofted slightly. The whole point of leaving her room was to interact with others, right? Right. She turned on her heel so that she was now facing him, head cocked to the side as she tried to make out the words on the cover of the book the other monster was hiding behind. "Is that for a class or are you reading for your own enjoyment?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 11:01 am
“Mmm… Personal.” He admitted and turned the book around to show her the chapter heading and an illustration of a large snake, winged and crowned with feathers coiled about a pyramid of sorts. “Famous Quetzcotal” read the chapter heading. He shrugged and as soon as he judged she’d seen it well enough he turned it back around. “If you’re interested, I can lend it to you when I’m finished.” He offered as civilly as he could muster. He reached to toy with the chain of large beads around his neck, then swapped to the skull pin that kept him appearing bipedal, and smaller. He hated it sometimes, legs might be fabulous for desks and chairs but… coiling was just so much more comfortable, especially if it was on, or around someone who irritated you.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 11:16 am
"Quetzcotal..." She said the word slowly, trying to make sure that she pronounced it right. It felt strange on her tongue, like something that wasn't meant to come out in a way that sounded anything other than potentially dangerous. "Is that what you are?" Her head remained cocked to the side in a decidedly birdlike fashion until her eyes were caught by the movement of the beads and the way they glistened just enough in the light to draw out her inner magpie. Biting on her tongue she resisted the urge to ask if she could touch it under the guise of trying to figure out what materials the beads were made of, fingers instead closing around the study book that she had brought along with her. The last thing she needed to do was irritate someone by taking off with one of their pretty things unintentionally. "Can't say I know much of them. Means they must not have done battle with harpies before." She smirked.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 11:29 am
“No… I don’t think we’ve fought with Harpies… though we have a back and forth stance on kitsune.” He said narrowing his eyes with a thought about a certain blue furred trouble maker.” He stuck out his tongue, forked and flashed a pleased look. “Yes though, I am a Quetzcotal.” He nodded “Not quite as big as HIM, not yet…” He muttered and frowned. “But my colors are better.” He added tilting his chin up and ruffling the feathers in his hair, blues and greens with just a hint of opalescence that went with the pearl and blue scales that scattered across his cheeks and exposed skin. “So you must be a harpy… “ He tipped his head and admitted. “You have nice pumage too…for, a bird.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 11:42 am
"There is certainly something pleasing to be said about your colors." Her slight smirk broadened into something a bit more appreciative as her hand reached out, fingertips pausing just shy of the spattering of scales on his cheek before she drew them back, taking a step away from him in doing that. Snakes and birds generally didn't mix from her experience and she wasn't entirely certain that she wanted to risk being bitten for touching when she shouldn't. "For a snake, that is, if we're throwing base types out there for excuses." Again that twinkle in her eyes accompanied the curve of her lips. "Shouldn't I at least get a name before you start trying to ruffle my feathers and comment on my plumage?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 12:24 pm
His eyes widened and his visible feathers fluffed out like he was trying to look bigger. “I didn’t mean it like THAT.” He protested. “And I’m not JUST a snake… we’re feathered serpents! There is a difference! Calling us snakes is like… calling you a canary.” He said folding his arms offended. He flinched slightly at her reach then stilled, eyes locked to hers like he might be coiled to strike but didn’t move, he let her reach if she wanted. “Harpy don’t –eat- snakes do they?” He added with a suspicious look.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 12:33 pm
"I think we're known more for devouring our enemies than we are eating snakes." She met his suspicious look with a challenging grin, bold enough that she wasn't going to back down from the conversation even if she'd taken that step away to give him more space. "My diet is mostly fish and sometimes jerky and things that travel well on a hunt... If you're trying to find somewhere nice to take me for dinner, definitely seafood." That teasing glint remained as she tried not to chuckle at how defensive he was getting, knowing that wasn't always the best way to make nice. Instead she extended her hand to him, feathers glistening as they settled along her arm. "My name is Aldara, and I might answer to raven, crow or magpie... But never canary. I look wretched in yellow."
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 1:16 pm
He laughed softly. “You would hate formal wear when I’m from…leopard skins tend to have a golden cast to them.” Say nothing of the rather heavy jewelry that he’d be expected to wear later, particularly earrings. He considered her words, narrowed eyes and tapped his fingers on the cover of the book before placing the tongue-red ribbon in to mark his place. “Pachua.” He responded. “I will not respond to ‘pach’, am I to take you for mice and fish now?”
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 1:32 pm
"Animal print can be tough to pull off. Takes the right person, the right complexion... The right colors. I bet it would go well enough with your greens." As she said that a neatly manicured nail brushed along a feather of his gently. At his question she laughed, the sound hearty and entertained. "Only if you really want to. It's not a requirement in exchange for a name where I come from... Especially not the mice part. Can't say I'm all that much of a fan of rodents." Island rats... Ugh. Not that they didn't cook up well enough, they were just generally a last resort when there were other things. "Are you new? Or just good with camouflage?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 8:04 pm
“Rmmm…” he said sounding dissatisfied. “Not new…just, had family things to deal with.” He shrugged. “Sort of takes away from your studies when your grandfather forgets to get a new calendar and starts declaring it the end of the world…” He rolled his eyes and brushed a hand against his feathers looking pleased. “Well… I don’t mind the leopard skin for our formal wear, its just the gold parts that get heavy. Ugh, and trying to balance them when I’m in my natural form is just…tsh.” He tisked at the thought and sighed. “Anyhow mice taste a lot better than rats…and they are portable. Rats are kind of stringy if you bother with the whole chewing thing.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 8:34 pm
"I disappeared for a while myself... No excuses other than my own pride to blame that one on, though." She shrugged her shoulders slightly. She was back now at least and attempting to make up for lost time in her studies. "I'm not sure I could get past the hair either way... But I know a monster or two who would happily agree with you. We roast them back home... Or skin them for a stew." All of the talk of good was making her hungry and reminding her of the monster house motto. Eat, drink and be scary...
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:06 am
He stuck out his tongue at her, flicking it back in a moment later. “Sounds as though your folks let you be a lot pickier about furry food than mine. Then again my…Uncle didn’t mind COW fur so.” He crinkled his nose. “Talk about …coarse and nasty” He shook his head and flicked tongue over his teeth again as though trying to clear the taste out of his mouth. He looked thoughtful and then said. “…Do… you fly well?”
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 1:18 pm
"We live close enough to the sea that there isn't all that much furry food and someone is always on cooking duty because the warriors need to have food to keep them strong for battle." Her eyes rolled as she resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest. "Flying? With these things?" She extended her arms, giving him a better view of her feathers. "Not all that good yet unless there's a steady draft for gliding."
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