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’Drink water. You…’ Large teal eyes stared at the stranger as he spoke. He wanted her to what with the water and first off…this was water? She looked back down at the pile of moss and then back up to the stranger with the most confused look upon her facial features. He then spoke again and she didn’t entirely understand him again. He mentioned her and then something that sounded like he was searching for her… Had he made a deal with his mother and he had been looking for them? ”Yu lok op gon ai?” She asked softly before he started creeping closer to her. When little Isara noticed what he was doing she crouched a bit - the muscles in her legs tensing as she prepared to run if need be. If he had been working with her captors and was looking for her in that sense then she’d have to do her best to run away. But she never needed to. Fearful eyes watched the stranger as he grew closer, and cautiously, Isara took a few steps backward until he stopped, grabbed the goopy pile, and performed some sort of motion with it. Curiously, Isara watched intently as he showed her how it worked. To say she was intrigued was an understatement. As he was scooting backward, Isara was eager to give it a whirl herself. First, she tried to squeeze the moss between her paws and make a shape similar to what he had done. Her attempt was way less graceful than his demonstration, and it even took her a few attempts, but sure enough, she eventually saw the pooling of water. She gave the water a quick sniff before giving it a taste. It was different than the water she had in the past. This came from a plant and tasted less…mineral-y than the water she was allowed to drink from the puddles that formed occasionally on the cave floor. She couldn’t get enough of it - it tasted so good and….fresh was the only word she could think of. After she finished drinking, she looked back to the stranger who she now noticed was sitting next to an even bigger source of water. ”Woda!” she exclaimed as she took it in. How did she miss this? ”It’s huge!” she thought as she looked at the stream that the stranger was standing by. To many, it wasn’t that big of a water source, but to her, it was the largest she had ever seen in her short life. Her awe was cut by the stranger saying something. You…something…you something. Then he seemed to be staring at her for a while. He seemed sad…or worried about something. Isara instantly began to wonder what was wrong but before she could ask anything he seemed to gesture to one of her wings. ’Wing? Fly?’ She looked at her wing for a moment as she tried to process what he saying. Fly? Was he asking her to fly? He had to be, right? Little Isara couldn’t think of anything else…except she didn’t know how to fly. She had never had the chance to even learn how to use her wings. She was lucky she even still had them since those that trapped her mother and others in the cave removed everybody’s wings so they couldn’t escape easily. Fortunately, Isara’s mother had planned the escape right before they had planned to remove Isara’s wings. Perhaps she’d give it a go regardless? With a lot of straining to move her wings, she eventually flapped them one…two…three times before she couldn’t go anymore. With each flap, a gentle wind kicked up a little bit of dirt. But when she was done, her wings fell back down much quicker than it had taken for her to lift them. ”Ai nou wing au,” she sadly muttered while looking at the ground. She hated her wings…but her mother had loved them so much. Isara never truly understood it. They were always in the way - dragging on the ground, slowing her down. She was constantly tripping over them as well. They were annoying. Isara then looked toward the stranger and what she thought were wings, ”Wing au yu?” she asked while gesturing to his fins which she thought were also wings of a sort. If he could fly, perhaps he could teach her…or at least that was her line of thinking at the moment. Translations |
Brightwood
A large forest of tall trees with orange, yellow, and red leaves. The trees here are permanently colored this way, despite the seasons.
[AW] seeing all the vultures circling
