way down south

*Kyarst* · 03-09-2014, 02:20 PM

There wasn't much sense in arguing with her, though he felt very strongly that he was right. After all, what kind of world was this if creatures lingered in the water for long periods of time.. even lived in it? What kind of creatures could even dream of doing so? He would shrug as she assured him that she was correct, noting that there were always fish, and then quickly subtracting that statement and appending it with a less certain phrase. His head would tilt as she chirped that she'd show him, and almost eagerly he would watch her - intent upon her proving her own self wrong and him being there to witness it. Why he wished her failure, he had no clue, but something about it seemed amusing. She moved further into the lake, her bodice poised as his had once been when he'd been stalking the rabbit his kin had caught for him. Was she expecting this to work on a fish? Was she expecting there to be a fish? It was sad really.

As she settled he found himself following after her, his bodice in parallel line with her own - features mimicking hers. He stared blindly into the water, his chest heaving with feigned exhilaration. Broad shoulders were set wide as his tail flickered high above him. He hadn't bothered to note just how still she was, and so this appendage had not yet quelled. Moments passed and soon he would realize her placid feature was more still than the water they stood in. Quickly he would control his features in such a way that he stood as a statue, staring into the water that appeared to hold nothing in its depths - as he'd expected it to.

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way down south

Kyarst