Siren's Summit
03-01-2018, 03:32 AM
There was something that passed between him and the creature upon her shoulders. As their eyes locked it was obvious the raptor was alert, uncertain and unwilling to move. Yet as his maw softly stroked along his chest did the bird soften, soon placing his wing upon the boy's alabaster cheek. Letting his eyes flutter close he relaxed, enjoying the soft moment quite briefly.
Then at once he was pulling away, studying the creature quietly with his big doe eyes. It was then that he noticed the mare was again speaking, and although he could not hear, he had managed to make out her last word. She was likely asking why he needed to break something. What other question would one ask after being told someone needed to break something. It was with a nonchalance he turned back to the bird, studying its wing before suddenly grasping at its bag and tearing it open. With a satisfying rip the herbs fell away onto the dry earth, and the tattered fabric dropped from his lips.
Around them it was as if time stood still, for nothing made a sound and even the air grew stagnant. Vynter remained focused on the fabric at his hooves, waiting in masked anticipation for what was to come next. Then all at once, as if it had never been, the world began to move. His body shivered as a rush of sounds found their way into his ears again, the birds chirping, the lake lapping at the shore. To go from dead silence to multiple sounds at once was an overwhelming experience, and the boy staggered back in an attempt to brace himself. Shaking his head for a moment he looked at her and spoke matter of fact,"to hear again."
Then it was as if he realized why exactly he had been deaf originally, and soon he was swinging his head around to look and see if he had been changed in any way. Yet all his eyes fell upon was a decrepit wing, limp and crooked upon his back as the feathers dried in the sun. Then it was as if his world shattered away, falling into a million pieces at his feet and obliterating before his eyes. Letting ivory lashes fall over his eyes for a moment, there was no reaction but a soft tone from his lips,"it didn't work." It was with that realization did his body almost sag, his eyes hazing over in resignation before he looked to the beautiful mare and her vulture again. His eyes glanced at the mess he had made, the mess that was meaningless and he didn't want to cause even. All he felt now was numb.
A soft click left his mouth, and Leroy was in action. Down the spider jumped to the ground, skittering at a fast pace towards the bag that had been left mangled. With quick work it began to spin, and within minutes not only had the bag been fully repaired, but the seams had been stitched tighter for ease of carrying. Leroy then skittered back to Vynter's side, carrying the pouch as he went and setting it delicately by his mouth. The boy silently grabbed it between his teeth, careful to not tear it once again, before resting it on Kiada's back gently. Nosing it to the bird he soon pulled away, before looking to the golden beauty and dipping his head. Hoping that would be enough to make amends the boy abruptly turned, and although slow in his pacing he walked with a stiffness that showed what little motivation he currently had.
Then at once he was pulling away, studying the creature quietly with his big doe eyes. It was then that he noticed the mare was again speaking, and although he could not hear, he had managed to make out her last word. She was likely asking why he needed to break something. What other question would one ask after being told someone needed to break something. It was with a nonchalance he turned back to the bird, studying its wing before suddenly grasping at its bag and tearing it open. With a satisfying rip the herbs fell away onto the dry earth, and the tattered fabric dropped from his lips.
Around them it was as if time stood still, for nothing made a sound and even the air grew stagnant. Vynter remained focused on the fabric at his hooves, waiting in masked anticipation for what was to come next. Then all at once, as if it had never been, the world began to move. His body shivered as a rush of sounds found their way into his ears again, the birds chirping, the lake lapping at the shore. To go from dead silence to multiple sounds at once was an overwhelming experience, and the boy staggered back in an attempt to brace himself. Shaking his head for a moment he looked at her and spoke matter of fact,"to hear again."
Then it was as if he realized why exactly he had been deaf originally, and soon he was swinging his head around to look and see if he had been changed in any way. Yet all his eyes fell upon was a decrepit wing, limp and crooked upon his back as the feathers dried in the sun. Then it was as if his world shattered away, falling into a million pieces at his feet and obliterating before his eyes. Letting ivory lashes fall over his eyes for a moment, there was no reaction but a soft tone from his lips,"it didn't work." It was with that realization did his body almost sag, his eyes hazing over in resignation before he looked to the beautiful mare and her vulture again. His eyes glanced at the mess he had made, the mess that was meaningless and he didn't want to cause even. All he felt now was numb.
A soft click left his mouth, and Leroy was in action. Down the spider jumped to the ground, skittering at a fast pace towards the bag that had been left mangled. With quick work it began to spin, and within minutes not only had the bag been fully repaired, but the seams had been stitched tighter for ease of carrying. Leroy then skittered back to Vynter's side, carrying the pouch as he went and setting it delicately by his mouth. The boy silently grabbed it between his teeth, careful to not tear it once again, before resting it on Kiada's back gently. Nosing it to the bird he soon pulled away, before looking to the golden beauty and dipping his head. Hoping that would be enough to make amends the boy abruptly turned, and although slow in his pacing he walked with a stiffness that showed what little motivation he currently had.
Vynter
my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
image credit to Skylark
@Kiada - Vynter out. Sorry it's short and sucky :( I bet if he hadn't been deaf it would have been better xD
We'll have them thread again!
@Kiada - Vynter out. Sorry it's short and sucky :( I bet if he hadn't been deaf it would have been better xD
We'll have them thread again!
