baby, you're a firework [open!]

[Cy]

[/i]. She felt just fine otherwise, and it was getting so lonely in the room. She'd have even entertained Seiliph's obnoxiously aggressive tactics over this unchanging silence and emptiness. Perhaps if Hers hadn't insisted on staying up all night, indulging in all sorts of ridiculous improprieties, they wouldn't be having this problem. There was still so very much to teach the former dancer.

With another huff, Shovaph laid her head down on the floor and idly watched her tail dart back and forth across the invisible line that Seiliph insisted separated one half of the room from the other, amusing herself with this audacity to break fake rules. No pea-green sibling came darting out to lash and scream at her, the savage creature off somewhere else with her similarly inappropriate bonded. Eventually, the defiance lost its appeal and dull brown eyes were drifting away to scan for something else in the room to keep her entertained until T'ia saw it fit to wake from her lazy slumber.

Skimming over the belongings that the former dancer kept chaotically organized about her bed, Shovaph perked up at the sight of a box. It was a wooden box, images of trees and vines and flowers carved delicately along the lid and the sides. There were little wooden drawers with little wooden knobs. It was pretty and fine, though nothing exceptionally remarkable – except for the fact that she'd watched T'ia retrieve a seemingly endless supply of shiny things from that box. Chains and hoops to decorate her limbs, to catch the sunlight and the eye of admirers who wanted to know where she'd purchased such trinkets. The attention was nice. That should keep her entertained.

With a small glance over to the snoozing form of her bonded, Shovaph picked herself up and boldly strode across the room, no longer needing to take as many steps to get to where she needed to be as she had when she was smaller. With her beak, she attempted to lift the lid, though the tiny ledge was better designed to accommodate nimble human fingers rather than nudging simourv. Impatient and undeterred, she lifted up a foot to pull the box closer to the edge until it was tipping over and falling off altogether, prompting the dwarf to dart out of the way in graceful measures and shooting her gaze back to Hers as the woman moved but ultimately settled back to sleep. Predictably so; if earlier nagging had been rewarded with nothing, why should the crash of a heavy box against the ground be any different? Lazy human. Shaking her orange-feathered head in disapproval, she returned her focus to the box. Tipped on its side, contents from the top had fallen out and lay in disarray upon the floor. A bit more nosing coaxed the box to another side so the drawers could fall open, littering yet more shiny trinkets onto the ground. Shovaph was quite pleased with the treasure piled before her.

Picking through it as carefully as she could manage with a large beak and sharp claws that were hardly meant for such tiny work, she managed to separate the dull carved things from those that sparkled. Unfortunately, none would fit her and she felt momentarily dismayed by this. Once upon a time, some of the longer chains might have fit about her, but not now. It was frustrating, but she was determined. Snatching up necklaces with her beak, she craned her neck to drape them carefully across her back and to hook them on the tops of her folded wings. And with her talons, she attempted to fit a few over the tips of her ears and along her growing horns. Many fell back to the ground, but then they were just tossed to her back to sparkle with the rest. Picking herself up, she moved slowly, neatly measured steps carrying her back across the room so she could peek at herself in the mirror, turning every way available to her in the cramped space of her quarters and she found herself pleased with her work.

Continuing with each slow and patient step, she made her way outside. The chill nipped at her, but the sun was out for once all the same and she selected a particularly splendid patch of light a short ways from the barracks. Like the queen she was, she poised herself, tail wrapped about herself and forelegs crossed, head tilted just right and eyes slipping shut, soaking in the faint warmth and just imagining the glitter and shine that would soon catch the attentions that she deserved.[/ul][/size]

[zeis]

Gr'y and Rixasileuph were early risers, tending to get started on their chores before lessons even began. Today was no different. Gr'y was busy mucking the stalls, the movements practiced, and done quickly. After this he'd water the animals, and refill the troughs. It was good honest work, and he lost himself completely in the task. It was a good arrangement between the two of them, efficient and time saving. They young man would take care of all the tasks that required a humans dexterity, while the black would take the animals out to pasture, herd, and exercise them around the fields with the help of a few of his siblings, and hired hands.

Back with you, go on! Quick now! Rixasileuph danced forward to redirect a few straying sheep, circling them back to join the rest of the flock. The beasts were nervous around the simourv, but as long as they maintained a small distance they would go back to grazing without complaint. Thought you'd get away, eh? Not bloody likely! He slunk around them, watching them with a careful and satisfied eye. Under his urging they flowed, bleating, back into the paddock, which another shepherd closed. He padded up a slight hill to get a higher vantage point, and looked over the whole of his flock. Not a single sheep out of place or unaccounted for. It had been an orderly affair. He lifted his horned head high, folding his wings, and flicking his tail in pleased fashion behind him.

It was then that a distant glitter caught his eye in the distance, and his head cocked a little to find the source. Like many simourv he had a slight interest in shiny things. His eyes widened as he saw the form of Shovaph, elegantly jewelled, and her green and orange feathers gleaming in the morning sun. Also like many male simourv Alphas, he had a growing interest in something else. Girls. She was radiant, poised, and breath-taking. My word... He found himself staring for some moments, his next chore forgotten. He distractedly excused himself from the task, trading duties with one of the other simourv on call. He felt a questioning tendril from Gr'y. Taking a bit of a breather. He eased his partners mind, trotting eagerly over to where Shovaph was resting.

He slowed as he neared her, affecting a calm regal walk, not wanting to appear too eager. He paused before her, and bobbed his head in greeting. Good day, miss Shovaph. You're a vision of loveliness this morning! Are those new? The black asked courteously, tilting his head to admire the pieces she wore.

[Cy]

[/i] Shovaph? Polite. A vision of loveliness? Oh skies. Such a gentleman.

Positively uplifted by the manners and praise displayed by her handsome clutchmate, she craned her neck to peer casually over the jewels and shinies littered across her back and dangling from her wings. If she shifted discreetly enough, they sparkled, sunlight bouncing off tiny facets and angles. She offered a small chuckle of a hum in the back of her throat, amused and flattered. 'Oh, these? Why, yes, but they're just something small that I picked out.' She explained, voice sweet and feminine. Modesty was key to being a proper lady, and she liked to think she balanced it with her ego quite splendidly. 'Do you like them?' She fished, turning her dull brown eyes back over to him, tilting her head curiously, as if genuinely seeking his approval. She knew that he liked them. How could he not? She was the one wearing them! But it was always nice for such things to be affirmed now and then.[/ul][/size]