A Fresh Beginning
12-18-2013, 12:20 PM
The boulders scattered about him had a relaxing effect on the large male's mind. Their smooth sides were pleasing to slide his eyes upon, the moss and sandy soil soft under his paws. A gentle breeze whistled through their gaps, as if the monoliths were attempting speech. Bhaire looked over his shoulder, trying to spot the white speck of his new new companion in the dusky sky. A very few faint stars were just beginning to shine, obscured by clouds. "See anything, Odd?" he called up. Bhaire heard no wingbeats, as was any Tyto's ways, but he was not surprised when the pale owl swooped down to perch on a large stone beside him. "Mayhaps over the next rise. It's blue, you say?" Bhaire nodded and proffered his shoulder to the small owl. He was still weak from his brush with death, and Bhaire's shoulders were his preferred method of transportation. They took off again, near silent atop the moss, aside from occasional conversation. They had left their home territory the day before, searching for a certain flower that was said to grow in this stoney moorland. It was a small flower, with delicate petals, and was supposedly nearly impossible to find. Bhaire had thought that perhaps with Odd's keen eyes and unusual viewpoint, they might stand a better chance. "For one so dedicated to the gods," Odd began, "you seem unusually keen to alter the life course of others. Healing, and all this nonsense. Does it truly work?" Bhaire chuckled and tried once more to explain the finer points of herbology to the skeptical avian. It had not been the first time, but since their meeting the bird was proving to be actually quite the assistant, and a good friend besides. "Talk" Think "Odd" |