Who We Are [Eceph's First Hatching]

[maiwolf]

[/color][/b] Was all Talmaph could say to his overeager sibling.

Then M’rion tugged G’rael. It was so sudden, this tugging, that G’rael’s head snapped backward, and he rubbed his neck with the free hand as his other hand found the food. Instantly, upon realizing that he might have been able to find this by himself and feeling immensely stupid, a bright blush spread across his face. He picked up a bowl, and, immediately, Talmaph placed both of his forefeet onto his side. G’rael could feel the hunger course through the poor simourv’s belly, and he laughed gently, “Alright, lemme set down the bowl so you can eat, Taly.” And Talmaph obediently dropped to the ground, waiting for his food. G’rael placed it on the ground, trying to ignore M’rion (which still isn’t easy when one is blind), and listened while Talmaph ate.

But M’rion was laughing, not paying any attention to G’rael. And G’rael let out a sigh that startled Talmaph, What’s wrong? The new bluerider just shook his head, but could feel a slight grin spreading across his face. He had just stood up when M’rion, having been tripped by Romaph, found G’rael again. He stood strong, aware that she had tripped, and let himself catch her, but she was up in a second, and she grabbed his hand as quickly as she had tripped on him. Luckily, Talmaph was done eating and had retaken his place at his side, but now he sort of let M’rion touch G’rael, as if he realized that M’rion wasn’t going to give up. He acknowledged Romaph with little more than the wave of his tail, but he was too tired, too satiated now, to do much else.
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[Cy]

[/b] she returned, forcing her tone to be as upbeat as it possibly could be, nodding as if it wasn't the most difficult thing in the world to still be breathing. As he looked away from her, she followed his gaze to land on Ro'za and she didn't follow any further. The Senior Pheonix was so clean, so pretty and in control. Their simourv were mates. One had flown and the other had caught. Which meant that the two riders had... well. She didn't need to wander down that particular road. She'd found charm in his awkwardness and a certain quality of handsome in his lanky features. But the attraction had been brief. He was Senior Commander and he had enough on his plate. It had collapsed before it had gone an inch.

Smoothly, her smile drifted back to him, her gaze paused on the features for a moment as she considered that. Ts'kal had been right when he'd said they might not want to attend the feast. At least, she certainly didn't. She didn't necessarily feel that she had anything to celebrate. She couldn't pause for long though, he had places to be, so she shrugged her head to the side before promptly twisting around to walk away without proper dismissal. It was rude, something she'd normally never do, but she kept her eyes down, averted from the winglets as she hurried by them. She could only hope that the move was as mysterious as she wanted it to be, that it might strike his interest or his sympathy or something that would make him spot her out in a crowd again. The odds of her going to the feast were slim though. Though she doubted that it'd matter if she didn't. G'len would surely be busy. He was an important man, after all.


Shovaph watched the older green flutter about, shouting and prancing and flirting, narrowing her sleepy eyes as she did so. Unlike with her siblings, she looked right on the other simourv, taking in the shiny colour of her features and the elegance in her step. At least, it would be considerably more elegant if the female wasn't darting around so swiftly and with such energy. It was still nimble, still beautiful in a sense... but it seemed simply more crude. She didn't like it, not one bit. With this study concluded, she tipped her head up higher and made a more concious effort to put more mind to her stride. Her exhaustion would not express itself in dragging steps or stumbles. She would be elegant. She'd be a prettier green than her 'auntie Liliph'. A better creature. A perfect lady.[/ul][/size]

[cyrus]

Cyrus withdraws himself to make sure that his hatchling gets something to eat, moving to a piece that had yet to be preyed upon by someone else. He seems to forget about his sword for now, expensive as it was, in favor of making sure that the young one he had with him got something to eat...the most precious being he had ever met. He wraps his arms around the creature, which trills softly and wiggles to get to the meat in front of him, not understanding the gesture well.

"Don't be so worried. Things are ok now. She went away. I'm hungry now, let go of me." He wiggles a little, and Cyrus finally releases his strangely light body, allowing him to bound over to the meats and finally have something to fill his belly with for the first time. He snaps it up hungrily, his feathers fluffing as he croons softly with delight. His black and blue feathers quiver with his delight at filling his stomach.

Cyrus would smile, brightly and warmly, and pulls his clothing around him. "I have never felt happier then to be here right now. Perhaps this is what I am here for..." He says to his partner, who looks at him as if he doesn't understand what he is talking about, before continuing to eat. His love for food cannot be questioned.

The soldierly man closes his grey eyes, and sighs softly, putting his hands in his pockets and leaning back against the wall, as if to recover from the strangeness of this experience. He lets out a small contented sigh, as if he had eaten his fill.