Siren's Summit
02-27-2018, 04:02 PM
He could tell when it clicked for her, and as her faced morphed into recognition a small smile was upon her maw. His eyes studied her as the flames upon her back flickered. He had remembered ogling over them the first time, watching different animals take shape with each passing emotion that became evident. He was surprised she hadn't noticed him and chased him off during those days. Though it would make sense, given how quiet and subdued he usually was. Letting silence remain in the air he finally noticed the movement of her lips, and as he studied her face he tried so hard to understand what she might be saying.
Leroy was no help, simply fiddling with his mane and whirring above him, leaving the Vynter at a loss to what to say next. So instead he waited, putting together the unique features on her complexion, the one she shared with her mother. That was when her name clicked back into his mind, and he watched her for only a moment before awkwardly speaking once again,"Rexanna." He was growing impatient of this disability he had, it hindering a lot of his day to day. He didn't want to continue with having to play lip reader, but what was he supposed to do? Oh, right. He had to break something. But he couldn't really ask someone if he could break one of their belongings could he? He hadn't really tried. But what else was he supposed to do at this point? It wasn't as if he had ever been told it was bad to ask.
"I need to break something," was the next abrupt wording from his mouth. Why he didn't simply choose to say that he was in fact deaf so she would understand was beyond anyone. But he didn't, and instead he looked on and around her for something that he might be able to break. That's when he spotted it; the bag her strange creature had been holding at the moment. He could smell the herbs radiating from it, but his sense of curiosity momentarily curbed his need to break something when he realized he didn't know what the feathered bird was. Taking a step forward and to the side he approached the mare, and although he was almost 2 years younger than she his long yearling legs brought him almost to her height.
Blue eyes looked at the creature, head tilting and ears flopping against his skull as he tried to understand what it was. Could he touch it? Or would it grow angry with him for doing so? Lifting his nose in the birds direction he snorted, attempting to skim his feathers along the chest of this beast. Would it let him? Only time would tell.
Leroy was no help, simply fiddling with his mane and whirring above him, leaving the Vynter at a loss to what to say next. So instead he waited, putting together the unique features on her complexion, the one she shared with her mother. That was when her name clicked back into his mind, and he watched her for only a moment before awkwardly speaking once again,"Rexanna." He was growing impatient of this disability he had, it hindering a lot of his day to day. He didn't want to continue with having to play lip reader, but what was he supposed to do? Oh, right. He had to break something. But he couldn't really ask someone if he could break one of their belongings could he? He hadn't really tried. But what else was he supposed to do at this point? It wasn't as if he had ever been told it was bad to ask.
"I need to break something," was the next abrupt wording from his mouth. Why he didn't simply choose to say that he was in fact deaf so she would understand was beyond anyone. But he didn't, and instead he looked on and around her for something that he might be able to break. That's when he spotted it; the bag her strange creature had been holding at the moment. He could smell the herbs radiating from it, but his sense of curiosity momentarily curbed his need to break something when he realized he didn't know what the feathered bird was. Taking a step forward and to the side he approached the mare, and although he was almost 2 years younger than she his long yearling legs brought him almost to her height.
Blue eyes looked at the creature, head tilting and ears flopping against his skull as he tried to understand what it was. Could he touch it? Or would it grow angry with him for doing so? Lifting his nose in the birds direction he snorted, attempting to skim his feathers along the chest of this beast. Would it let him? Only time would tell.
Vynter
my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
