10-21-2019, 09:45 AM
<the fiercest storm only hardened my resolve>
Christmas didn't exist in the time period Tanteri came from. Santa, elves, flying reindeer, they were all concepts that the pterosaur had never even had any knowledge of existing. Overhearing the conversation was not a hard feat, his sensitive hearing made eavesdropping almost impossible to avoid. The written portion of the conversation was, of course, unable to be registered. He couldn't read, writing was equally as nonexistent in the era that Tanteri hailed from. His wings lifted his body as he trotted over, beak clicking a couple times over as he watched the children go.
"Santa, what kind of a.. word is that?" The pteranodon clucked. He, too, felt confusion swarm onto his mind, not allowing him to try to grasp the entirety of the conversation that had passed. Missing half of it, of course, could do such a thing. His head turned to look at the scribbles in the dirt, still not even sure of what the purpose of those was. Reading and writing, both were foreign, both didn't exist in the slightest where he came from and left him grasping the idea that it was some crude drawing. "This supposed to be a drawing of it?" His voice rose to a familiar shriek-y form, swiftly falling back down to the tone that was barely, only barely, less than an absolute shout. Tanteri barely grasped the fact that Hushsound didn't like speaking. He found such a thing odd, on the inside of course. Another click of his beak sounded, head twisting and tipping to the side so he could see the written sentence better. Didn't help him understand it any; reading the other's written words was lost to him. "Good drawing of whatever it is, Hush. I don't know what the 'Santa' is, but if I, I see anything like this drawing, I'll know for sure." The prehistoric beast said, lowering his head closer to the written words. A few more clicks of his beak sounded, squinting as if it would help the image suddenly make sense to his prehistoric mind.
"Santa, what kind of a.. word is that?" The pteranodon clucked. He, too, felt confusion swarm onto his mind, not allowing him to try to grasp the entirety of the conversation that had passed. Missing half of it, of course, could do such a thing. His head turned to look at the scribbles in the dirt, still not even sure of what the purpose of those was. Reading and writing, both were foreign, both didn't exist in the slightest where he came from and left him grasping the idea that it was some crude drawing. "This supposed to be a drawing of it?" His voice rose to a familiar shriek-y form, swiftly falling back down to the tone that was barely, only barely, less than an absolute shout. Tanteri barely grasped the fact that Hushsound didn't like speaking. He found such a thing odd, on the inside of course. Another click of his beak sounded, head twisting and tipping to the side so he could see the written sentence better. Didn't help him understand it any; reading the other's written words was lost to him. "Good drawing of whatever it is, Hush. I don't know what the 'Santa' is, but if I, I see anything like this drawing, I'll know for sure." The prehistoric beast said, lowering his head closer to the written words. A few more clicks of his beak sounded, squinting as if it would help the image suddenly make sense to his prehistoric mind.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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