Post by Kilnarak on Feb 8, 2011 14:41:31 GMT -8
Early morning found Ma'ro and Hummiph at the feeding pens. For all that the blue had grown so much that he easily dwarfed his human companion, Hummiph still slunk low to the ground, keeping his head down and trying to draw himself as small as possible. He wished, vainly, that he was still as small as he had been when he hatched - that he could still hide in His Ma'ro's shadow and take shelter in the slight man's arms. But now he had grown much too big for that, for all that he still chose to walk behind his human - he still found some comfort in hiding behind the albino, and in Yukimori who embodied a protective presence, padding at his heels. Anyone who looked would still see him, but thus flanked by comforting presences he could feel (at least momentarily) safe.
It would have been better still if Kittenph could have joined them, but the little gray had grown reclusive of late - away at all hours, only to return now and again to her accustomed spot on Hummiph's back. He worried after his gray - sometimes, in the dark of the night, he heard yowling and screaming from other cats about the Eyrie - but always Ma'ro would ease him of his fears and usually the next morning Kittenph would have returned to sleep and lounge about their room for a time and then disappear again when one wasn't looking. This morning, Hummiph had awakened to find her trying to curl to sleep upon a slightly annoyed Yukimori. The dog had growled, but Kittenph had only rolled to her back and wiggled in response. Eventually, Yukimori turned her nose up at Hummiph's gray, and padded away to lap at her waterbowl - Kittenph promptly curled up in the vacated spot, soaking up the warmth Yukimori had left in her wake. While she had been still asleep when the trio left, Hummiph wondered if she would still be there when they returned - it was an uncertain matter that even His could not answer.
Breakfast was a quiet affair: Hummiph would wait until the other larger simourv who had also chosen this time to eat were finished, before moving to the grounds himself, and nibbling tentatively at a half-butchered sheep or goat carcass. It wasn't so much that the food was bad tasting - it wasn't - but seeing it like this, and not as neat pre-cut chunks and slabs, distressed him a bit. He wished Ma'ro would cut it for him, still - but His refused, stating that he would have to learn to do it on his own eventually. Eventually he would have to learn to hunt as well - an idea that did not sit comfortably with him. He would thus usually mix with his meal several smallish Chydyn nuts that were easily cracked open with his beak. The nuts were bland, but they did not look back at him with dead, lolling eyes.
Ma'ro and Yukimori would usually take their own breakfast nearby - His usually gathered their own breakfast from the kitchens, on their way to the pens. Now was such a day, and the albino leaned against a nearby fence, absently picking apart a sandwich of some sorts - something with eggs and pork that smelled quite interesting to Hummiph, but the blue knew His would not share, not when Hummiph had his own meal laid out infront of him already at least. Yukimori at a mix of meat and grains from a bowl near Ma'ro's feet - her food also seemed more palatable to Hummiph, however again he knew she would not share; she would growl and snap in warning at him if he came anywhere near her food.
With a great gusty sigh, Hummiph set to his own meal - trying not to look at the dead sheep even as he tore chunks of flesh from its bloody hide. Ma'ro-Mine, can I have it cooked, like yours, next time? I'm sure it will be good... And... and the cooks already cook so much, a little more couldn't... wouldn't hurt, would it? The blue glanced briefly up at His, his pale brown eyes wide. He spoke a bit louder now, at least to His, although his voice was still soft and faintly raspy. He didn't use it often, and usually he didn't have to - His could read him, even if he didn't use words.
"Perhaps for a special occasion," Ma'ro allowed after he finished the last bite of his sandwich and brushed the flakey crumbs from his hands. The albino's voice was similarly low, but not so low that Hummiph could not hear. The blue perked his ears up in interest, his tail giving a slow swish. But when was a special occasion? Human's celebrated the days of their birth - which was somewhat strange to Hummiph - and also the seasons. Perhaps there would be a special occasion soon? Ma'ro didn't answer his vague, questioning thoughts - at least not right away. His was thinking, trying to decide which occasion would be the special one. Finally the slight young man nodded, turning his pale eyes to Hummiph. Perhaps when you fly, shadow. It should be soon, I think. Your wings are getting rather large...
It would have been better still if Kittenph could have joined them, but the little gray had grown reclusive of late - away at all hours, only to return now and again to her accustomed spot on Hummiph's back. He worried after his gray - sometimes, in the dark of the night, he heard yowling and screaming from other cats about the Eyrie - but always Ma'ro would ease him of his fears and usually the next morning Kittenph would have returned to sleep and lounge about their room for a time and then disappear again when one wasn't looking. This morning, Hummiph had awakened to find her trying to curl to sleep upon a slightly annoyed Yukimori. The dog had growled, but Kittenph had only rolled to her back and wiggled in response. Eventually, Yukimori turned her nose up at Hummiph's gray, and padded away to lap at her waterbowl - Kittenph promptly curled up in the vacated spot, soaking up the warmth Yukimori had left in her wake. While she had been still asleep when the trio left, Hummiph wondered if she would still be there when they returned - it was an uncertain matter that even His could not answer.
Breakfast was a quiet affair: Hummiph would wait until the other larger simourv who had also chosen this time to eat were finished, before moving to the grounds himself, and nibbling tentatively at a half-butchered sheep or goat carcass. It wasn't so much that the food was bad tasting - it wasn't - but seeing it like this, and not as neat pre-cut chunks and slabs, distressed him a bit. He wished Ma'ro would cut it for him, still - but His refused, stating that he would have to learn to do it on his own eventually. Eventually he would have to learn to hunt as well - an idea that did not sit comfortably with him. He would thus usually mix with his meal several smallish Chydyn nuts that were easily cracked open with his beak. The nuts were bland, but they did not look back at him with dead, lolling eyes.
Ma'ro and Yukimori would usually take their own breakfast nearby - His usually gathered their own breakfast from the kitchens, on their way to the pens. Now was such a day, and the albino leaned against a nearby fence, absently picking apart a sandwich of some sorts - something with eggs and pork that smelled quite interesting to Hummiph, but the blue knew His would not share, not when Hummiph had his own meal laid out infront of him already at least. Yukimori at a mix of meat and grains from a bowl near Ma'ro's feet - her food also seemed more palatable to Hummiph, however again he knew she would not share; she would growl and snap in warning at him if he came anywhere near her food.
With a great gusty sigh, Hummiph set to his own meal - trying not to look at the dead sheep even as he tore chunks of flesh from its bloody hide. Ma'ro-Mine, can I have it cooked, like yours, next time? I'm sure it will be good... And... and the cooks already cook so much, a little more couldn't... wouldn't hurt, would it? The blue glanced briefly up at His, his pale brown eyes wide. He spoke a bit louder now, at least to His, although his voice was still soft and faintly raspy. He didn't use it often, and usually he didn't have to - His could read him, even if he didn't use words.
"Perhaps for a special occasion," Ma'ro allowed after he finished the last bite of his sandwich and brushed the flakey crumbs from his hands. The albino's voice was similarly low, but not so low that Hummiph could not hear. The blue perked his ears up in interest, his tail giving a slow swish. But when was a special occasion? Human's celebrated the days of their birth - which was somewhat strange to Hummiph - and also the seasons. Perhaps there would be a special occasion soon? Ma'ro didn't answer his vague, questioning thoughts - at least not right away. His was thinking, trying to decide which occasion would be the special one. Finally the slight young man nodded, turning his pale eyes to Hummiph. Perhaps when you fly, shadow. It should be soon, I think. Your wings are getting rather large...