08-06-2018, 12:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-07-2018, 10:42 AM by Pele N. F. I..)
PELE
I AM A COSMIC CHILD
I AM A COSMIC CHILD
Why did they all care? No one ever did. She couldn't fathom why they wouldn't just ask the herbs she needed and let her leave. Why try and procure another mouth to feed, another child to be concerned about? It didn't make sense.
She'd met joiners before, but they'd never had someone like her come by, so she figured coming and going would be easier. She could just cauterize her wounds and wash off before finding someplace else. Then two more arrived, they were bigger than Monroe and Jericho, and with this came an anxious fluffing of her wings, her tail curling around her back leg. Not again never again.
Elio took to popping out of the bag a little, patting what fur he could reach. He didn't much like how she'd ended up after the Typhoon, but that didn't mean he would abandon her. She pulled her wing tighter over the bag, just letting her know it was there. She didn't have her bag there, she didn't have Elio there. As far as she knows, right now she is safe.
When she calmed a bit more, she looked at her options, they didn't really seem all that ready to let her on her way. If they'd wanted to capture her they'd probably would've attacked her when she refused coming in. On top of that, the blind feline, however stuttery, seemed to hold power here. She didn't trust the tiger, Mama seemed alright and upon further look she had a missing appendage. While Roy had been a mighty foe to many when sparring after his accident, he was terrible at facing fast and agile opponents who tried to get away. If push came to shove she could take to the skies no matter her condition.
Elio had enough of her internal bickering, climbing out of the bag, and sitting down in front of Mama with his arms crossed, letting out squeaks and pointing in the direction most of them had came. She sighed, hand signals were their thing until they found a better way to communicate. "This is Elio, my flying dwarf squirrel, and according to him, I'm staying for a while."
She'd met joiners before, but they'd never had someone like her come by, so she figured coming and going would be easier. She could just cauterize her wounds and wash off before finding someplace else. Then two more arrived, they were bigger than Monroe and Jericho, and with this came an anxious fluffing of her wings, her tail curling around her back leg. Not again never again.
Elio took to popping out of the bag a little, patting what fur he could reach. He didn't much like how she'd ended up after the Typhoon, but that didn't mean he would abandon her. She pulled her wing tighter over the bag, just letting her know it was there. She didn't have her bag there, she didn't have Elio there. As far as she knows, right now she is safe.
When she calmed a bit more, she looked at her options, they didn't really seem all that ready to let her on her way. If they'd wanted to capture her they'd probably would've attacked her when she refused coming in. On top of that, the blind feline, however stuttery, seemed to hold power here. She didn't trust the tiger, Mama seemed alright and upon further look she had a missing appendage. While Roy had been a mighty foe to many when sparring after his accident, he was terrible at facing fast and agile opponents who tried to get away. If push came to shove she could take to the skies no matter her condition.
Elio had enough of her internal bickering, climbing out of the bag, and sitting down in front of Mama with his arms crossed, letting out squeaks and pointing in the direction most of them had came. She sighed, hand signals were their thing until they found a better way to communicate. "This is Elio, my flying dwarf squirrel, and according to him, I'm staying for a while."
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