Post by Fox on Oct 8, 2010 22:51:27 GMT -8
Well, this seems like a bit of a cop out.[/color] A long shadow fell over K’ean as he strolled out into the late spring sunshine, stopping to sit on a convenient outcropping by the rock pool at the canyon’s northern end. Though Seronaph was far too high up to actually see the action, the man rolled his eyes at the red’s voice. It is not a cop out. Aren’t you the one constantly telling me that I need to have more fun? This will be fun.[/i] The sun was only just peeping over the canyon’s rim, and K’ean figured that they could take advantage of the still-cool summer weather, before heat of the season really began to make time spent outdoors a chore. Plus, this was designed to build trust. And if his winglets tired themselves out running a little bit, then so much the better. You’re just jealous that you’re too big to play with them.
An injured, dignified silence was his only answer, but the fact that Seronaph was silent at all belied the truth. K’ean was vastly amused. With one last overhead circle, the red simourv made a beeline for the hulking wooden construction that housed their pupils, grumbling to himself. He knew his role by now, and glorified wake-up-call seemed to be about the extent of it (not really, but Seronaph did like to exaggerate). Bravo Winglets, lesson time. Up you get; K’ean waits by the pool up at the northern end. Don’t be late.[/color]
When the Winglets began to arrive, Seronaph had already settled himself huffily on a ledge overlooking the area, and K’ean looked up from where he’d been idly polishing his belt knife. With a faint, anticipatory smile, he sheathed the weapon and pushed to a stand, surveying his small class with his arms clasped behind him. ”Good morning, boys and girls, and welcome to your third Winglet lesson. Today we shall be working on trust. We’ll be playing link tag.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. ”Try and enjoy the lesson today. It might be the last fun lesson you have in a while. Basically, in this game, winglets and chicks, you need to stay in contact. A hand on a shoulder is fine. When whichever pair is it tags you, you have to join them and link up to catch the last of you.” The man leaned back against his boulder-shaped watch point. ”There’re only three pairs, so it shouldn’t take too long, but we’ll see how it goes. Try and stay within sight of me.” Once again, K’ean hopped back onto his perch, and regarded his winglets. The small smirk grew into a full-fledged one as he pointed, quite simply, at shy, dark blue Hummiph.
”Tag. Hummiph and Ma’ro are it. The rest of you get a five second head start, so go!”[/size]
An injured, dignified silence was his only answer, but the fact that Seronaph was silent at all belied the truth. K’ean was vastly amused. With one last overhead circle, the red simourv made a beeline for the hulking wooden construction that housed their pupils, grumbling to himself. He knew his role by now, and glorified wake-up-call seemed to be about the extent of it (not really, but Seronaph did like to exaggerate). Bravo Winglets, lesson time. Up you get; K’ean waits by the pool up at the northern end. Don’t be late.[/color]
When the Winglets began to arrive, Seronaph had already settled himself huffily on a ledge overlooking the area, and K’ean looked up from where he’d been idly polishing his belt knife. With a faint, anticipatory smile, he sheathed the weapon and pushed to a stand, surveying his small class with his arms clasped behind him. ”Good morning, boys and girls, and welcome to your third Winglet lesson. Today we shall be working on trust. We’ll be playing link tag.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. ”Try and enjoy the lesson today. It might be the last fun lesson you have in a while. Basically, in this game, winglets and chicks, you need to stay in contact. A hand on a shoulder is fine. When whichever pair is it tags you, you have to join them and link up to catch the last of you.” The man leaned back against his boulder-shaped watch point. ”There’re only three pairs, so it shouldn’t take too long, but we’ll see how it goes. Try and stay within sight of me.” Once again, K’ean hopped back onto his perch, and regarded his winglets. The small smirk grew into a full-fledged one as he pointed, quite simply, at shy, dark blue Hummiph.
”Tag. Hummiph and Ma’ro are it. The rest of you get a five second head start, so go!”[/size]
