07-22-2018, 11:14 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]It had been... a while since he had seen Gabriel, although it didn't seem that long ago to the child for it was hard to get him out of his mind. He had been the first thing to pop out of seemingly nowhere to greet him, who had offered him the "help" the medicine people had spoke of. Perhaps it had been some time, and he had grown up a bit during it to understand a little bit more than he had when he first came, but his sentiments towards Gabriel remained the same.
He was a big, terrifying creature who was not as bad as he looked, and he still didn't trust the beak.
But as long as it was far away from Myliu, he didn't have too much of a problem with his presence at all. If anything, he was a welcome appearance among the monotonous presence of all of the creatures that had wandered in and out of the room he had been cooped up in for what had been about a month now, and he felt oddly cheerful to have a face that was both new and old at the same time appear after such a long stretch of time.
As Gabe moved over, holding what looked tantalizingly like food in his beak, he said a few more words that Myliu couldn't begin to understand, but one of them sounded very close to 'hi,' and the other was 'eat,' and he figured that he got the general idea of what was being said to him well enough to reply with the words he knew.
"Hello," he started, uncertain but far less parched than he had been before, having used his throat to speak far more than he had been forced to in a while when he was being constantly pressed with questions on a daily basis. Still, it took him a while to process what else to say, face growing shadowed with frustration, and just as he was about to give up and start biting on the nearest surface available the words seemed to don on him. "Eat... please?" he had been taught how to be polite, although the words didn't stick with him well when it came to most people. Demanding often seemed to work better than asking, because asking meant that there was the possibility that what he wanted wouldn't be handed over to him by the end. But if he demanded, that meant it had to be handed over.
Or at least that's how he figured it worked. But Gabriel, for a reason that Myliu couldn't quite grasp yet, seemed worthy of as civil a conversation as Myliu could attempt, hence the polite punctuation to his otherwise forceful command.
Versailles, on the other hand, was not someone that he knew or even vaguely recognized. She had not been there to greet him, nor had she visited the doctors, and instantly a huff of discomfort left him as Myliu shifted on his paws, trying to discern the best coarse of action. She was smaller than most he had seen thus far, far smaller, but the creature in her jaws was big enough for him to be wary of her skill, mind already helpfully supplying him with the word 'danger.' That was another word he knew well, although it was less of a word and more of a feeling. Words were useless when it came to translating it, the cold dread that seemed to creep up his spine and tell him to either run or fight depending on his opponent.
But she made no movements towards him, edging over towards Gabriel instead and her attention fully focused on him, and after a few more seconds of watching her with obvious hesitance, Myliu relaxed and turned his attention back towards the mouse at Gabriel's feet, obviously itching to snatch it out of his space and run off with it to eat. He didn't understand any of her words, deeming them unworthy of both his attention and time. He was preoccupied with more important things.
He could only be so polite when hungry. When he was injured he had been at the creature's mercy, asking for food rather than actively taking it. Some of it, as they would be glad to discover, had rubbed off on him. Some of it. He couldn't promise that if he didn't get something fast he'd solve the problem his own way.
He was a big, terrifying creature who was not as bad as he looked, and he still didn't trust the beak.
But as long as it was far away from Myliu, he didn't have too much of a problem with his presence at all. If anything, he was a welcome appearance among the monotonous presence of all of the creatures that had wandered in and out of the room he had been cooped up in for what had been about a month now, and he felt oddly cheerful to have a face that was both new and old at the same time appear after such a long stretch of time.
As Gabe moved over, holding what looked tantalizingly like food in his beak, he said a few more words that Myliu couldn't begin to understand, but one of them sounded very close to 'hi,' and the other was 'eat,' and he figured that he got the general idea of what was being said to him well enough to reply with the words he knew.
"Hello," he started, uncertain but far less parched than he had been before, having used his throat to speak far more than he had been forced to in a while when he was being constantly pressed with questions on a daily basis. Still, it took him a while to process what else to say, face growing shadowed with frustration, and just as he was about to give up and start biting on the nearest surface available the words seemed to don on him. "Eat... please?" he had been taught how to be polite, although the words didn't stick with him well when it came to most people. Demanding often seemed to work better than asking, because asking meant that there was the possibility that what he wanted wouldn't be handed over to him by the end. But if he demanded, that meant it had to be handed over.
Or at least that's how he figured it worked. But Gabriel, for a reason that Myliu couldn't quite grasp yet, seemed worthy of as civil a conversation as Myliu could attempt, hence the polite punctuation to his otherwise forceful command.
Versailles, on the other hand, was not someone that he knew or even vaguely recognized. She had not been there to greet him, nor had she visited the doctors, and instantly a huff of discomfort left him as Myliu shifted on his paws, trying to discern the best coarse of action. She was smaller than most he had seen thus far, far smaller, but the creature in her jaws was big enough for him to be wary of her skill, mind already helpfully supplying him with the word 'danger.' That was another word he knew well, although it was less of a word and more of a feeling. Words were useless when it came to translating it, the cold dread that seemed to creep up his spine and tell him to either run or fight depending on his opponent.
But she made no movements towards him, edging over towards Gabriel instead and her attention fully focused on him, and after a few more seconds of watching her with obvious hesitance, Myliu relaxed and turned his attention back towards the mouse at Gabriel's feet, obviously itching to snatch it out of his space and run off with it to eat. He didn't understand any of her words, deeming them unworthy of both his attention and time. He was preoccupied with more important things.
He could only be so polite when hungry. When he was injured he had been at the creature's mercy, asking for food rather than actively taking it. Some of it, as they would be glad to discover, had rubbed off on him. Some of it. He couldn't promise that if he didn't get something fast he'd solve the problem his own way.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden