Rainforest Cliffs
03-02-2018, 05:52 AM
He hadn't really paid attention to her reactions or what she was doing as he worked. Simply because he had become accustomed to her being asleep. Now that she was awake again Vynter didn't know what to do, mainly concerned that she would act as Valkyrie had when he had helped her. All of the tireless hours changing her dressing, staying up in the dead of night to aide in a fever spike, every minute of his attention being placed upon her well being would have felt wasted had she sent him away as the previous filly had. Yet he hadn't heard anything like it yet, in fact the girl was rather quiet like himself (he may be deaf, but he could tell when others were talking to him.)
Whether it was from exhaustion or having nothing to say the colt wasn't sure, but he enjoyed the silence while it lasted. It wasn't that he minded others talking to him and striking up a conversation, it was just usually when he did speak either they were disinterested in what she had to say, or that they were unable to understand what he meant. To say Vynter had good communication skills was like saying the sky wasn't blue. He had just finished his stretch and had begun to walk forward when he felt a sudden touch of velvet upon his hip. He instinctively started, his lack of hearing making it impossible for him to expect someone's approach. What he wasn't expecting was for the blue baby to press into his flank, her nose finding comfort in the feathers of his wings and her coat brushing with his.
As he turned his skull to look at her in muted disbelief, his eyes fell upon the lightning strike just as it decimated the ball of moss he had offered to her. Blinking for a moment or two he remained focused on the spot she had once been, before looking back at her thoughtfully. She had moved so quickly given her state, and it was as if as soon as she had made contact with him the lightning had struck. Could this mean... that she was psychic? How else could she have known that she needed to move to him at that moment? Was that even possible in this land? He wasn't entirely sure.
Another thing that he was quite fascinated by was that she seemed entirely unphased by the state of his wings. If anything, she looked to be rather comfortable and secure beneath the soft downy. Was this another part of her psychic ability? That she knew that despite his hideous appearance that he really meant no harm? When would she acknowledge that he couldn't hear. Suddenly a spark of mild excitement crossed his mind, because another thought occurred to him. If she was psychic, did that mean she would be able to communicate with him via her mind? If this were the case, it would make speaking a lot easier, but it also meant that she would have access to his thoughts.
Suddenly the paint was conflicted, because as much as he would love to experience telepathic communication, he wasn't entirely sure he was ready for the girl to read his deep inner thoughts. For the most part Vynter was an open book, he didn't have much to really hide, but given the current circumstances of his meetings with Valkyrie, he found that he was rather insecure with his thoughts at this moment in time. To have someone delve into such personal things at such a vulnerable time didn't quite sit well with her. Yet as she continued to snuggle close to him, to press herself tightly to his side and her maw nestled beneath his wing, something stirred deep within him.
He dismissed the feeling at first, but the longer they stood, and the more he grew accustomed to her warmth and sweet smell, the more his mind began to nag at that feeling. His eyes began to wander over her again, studying her small frame that he had been tending to for so long, and before he could stop himself he was turning his skull in direction. His white maw found the side of her skull, tenderly pressing his lips to her forehead before ever so slowly brushing along until he reached her ear. His hot breath blew on it for a moment, his eyes closed as he tested how he felt about the current action. This wasn't what he had planned on doing, but he had committed and so he would see this through.
His whiskers upon his muzzle twitched against the soft lining of her ear, and he couldn't help but note the feeling of it against his lips. As he remained where he was his body began to grow slack, eyes fluttering until they were half-lidded and his lips grew slightly parted. He remained in his position for awhile, deciding that he didn't quite mind the predicament he was in. His thoughts began to wander, to places he would consider uncharted in his mind, and yet in his distracted thinking he managed to breath out quite softly into her ear,"Soft..."
Whether it was from exhaustion or having nothing to say the colt wasn't sure, but he enjoyed the silence while it lasted. It wasn't that he minded others talking to him and striking up a conversation, it was just usually when he did speak either they were disinterested in what she had to say, or that they were unable to understand what he meant. To say Vynter had good communication skills was like saying the sky wasn't blue. He had just finished his stretch and had begun to walk forward when he felt a sudden touch of velvet upon his hip. He instinctively started, his lack of hearing making it impossible for him to expect someone's approach. What he wasn't expecting was for the blue baby to press into his flank, her nose finding comfort in the feathers of his wings and her coat brushing with his.
As he turned his skull to look at her in muted disbelief, his eyes fell upon the lightning strike just as it decimated the ball of moss he had offered to her. Blinking for a moment or two he remained focused on the spot she had once been, before looking back at her thoughtfully. She had moved so quickly given her state, and it was as if as soon as she had made contact with him the lightning had struck. Could this mean... that she was psychic? How else could she have known that she needed to move to him at that moment? Was that even possible in this land? He wasn't entirely sure.
Another thing that he was quite fascinated by was that she seemed entirely unphased by the state of his wings. If anything, she looked to be rather comfortable and secure beneath the soft downy. Was this another part of her psychic ability? That she knew that despite his hideous appearance that he really meant no harm? When would she acknowledge that he couldn't hear. Suddenly a spark of mild excitement crossed his mind, because another thought occurred to him. If she was psychic, did that mean she would be able to communicate with him via her mind? If this were the case, it would make speaking a lot easier, but it also meant that she would have access to his thoughts.
Suddenly the paint was conflicted, because as much as he would love to experience telepathic communication, he wasn't entirely sure he was ready for the girl to read his deep inner thoughts. For the most part Vynter was an open book, he didn't have much to really hide, but given the current circumstances of his meetings with Valkyrie, he found that he was rather insecure with his thoughts at this moment in time. To have someone delve into such personal things at such a vulnerable time didn't quite sit well with her. Yet as she continued to snuggle close to him, to press herself tightly to his side and her maw nestled beneath his wing, something stirred deep within him.
He dismissed the feeling at first, but the longer they stood, and the more he grew accustomed to her warmth and sweet smell, the more his mind began to nag at that feeling. His eyes began to wander over her again, studying her small frame that he had been tending to for so long, and before he could stop himself he was turning his skull in direction. His white maw found the side of her skull, tenderly pressing his lips to her forehead before ever so slowly brushing along until he reached her ear. His hot breath blew on it for a moment, his eyes closed as he tested how he felt about the current action. This wasn't what he had planned on doing, but he had committed and so he would see this through.
His whiskers upon his muzzle twitched against the soft lining of her ear, and he couldn't help but note the feeling of it against his lips. As he remained where he was his body began to grow slack, eyes fluttering until they were half-lidded and his lips grew slightly parted. He remained in his position for awhile, deciding that he didn't quite mind the predicament he was in. His thoughts began to wander, to places he would consider uncharted in his mind, and yet in his distracted thinking he managed to breath out quite softly into her ear,"Soft..."
Vynter
my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
