Over and over again
03-11-2014, 06:38 AM
Watching the red lady beside him, he found the proper word for her while she was entranced - mesmerizing - the way she gently stepped forward despite her injury, nosing the jewelry that he had already envisioned glimmering around her neck. Exploring with Sibelle by his side was probably the most interesting thing that he had ever done - despite the mishaps. And yet they would have to cut this journey short, as the woman was hurt - and Aeron didn't want her down here any longer than she needed to be.
But first - she didn't have to ask for what she wanted. The good sized male would slink over to the skeleton's side, before pushing it over, knocking it onto it's side where what he assumed was it's head... simply rolled off. He wanted to take it as a keepsake, but it was a bit big, and would probably end up being a hassle to carry around. Besides, the real prize -was the little glimmer of gold that had shone in Sibelle's bright green eyes. With his gift in his mouth, he would nod toward the girl with a tiny smile on his dark lips.
He wanted to give this to her in the light.
"I am sure it von't mind too much." He would say, half serious, before sniffing at the sides of the boat - looking for corners that gave off some subtle sort of draft. Signs of weathering, or rotting, or being eaten away by rodents or insects were all looked for - his only clues to getting he and Sibelle out of here quickly. Finally - there seemed to be a little set of boards that was coming a bit loose. His head tilted for a single moment, wondering whether this was what they had been looking for the entire time. Without another second of hesitation he would raise onto his hinds and push against the wood, ignoring the inevitable splinters as he put all of his weight into trying to get the wood to budge.
Eventually it gave a shudder, and then a good long creak - before it cracked enough for him to see the sun through the splits. With a few forceful pushes against the wood, Aeron reeling back and slamming his front paws against the boat, he would pull back when the rotting wood crumbled, and the ground - maybe a foot or two below them, was visible. "Finally." He would say, the jewelry still hanging delicately from his bottom jaw, hooked gently on one of his canines. He was being careful not to shut his mouth and break it, making his words come out a little slack jawed. "After you ma cherie." He would say once there was a hole big enough for either of them to fit.
But first - she didn't have to ask for what she wanted. The good sized male would slink over to the skeleton's side, before pushing it over, knocking it onto it's side where what he assumed was it's head... simply rolled off. He wanted to take it as a keepsake, but it was a bit big, and would probably end up being a hassle to carry around. Besides, the real prize -was the little glimmer of gold that had shone in Sibelle's bright green eyes. With his gift in his mouth, he would nod toward the girl with a tiny smile on his dark lips.
He wanted to give this to her in the light.
"I am sure it von't mind too much." He would say, half serious, before sniffing at the sides of the boat - looking for corners that gave off some subtle sort of draft. Signs of weathering, or rotting, or being eaten away by rodents or insects were all looked for - his only clues to getting he and Sibelle out of here quickly. Finally - there seemed to be a little set of boards that was coming a bit loose. His head tilted for a single moment, wondering whether this was what they had been looking for the entire time. Without another second of hesitation he would raise onto his hinds and push against the wood, ignoring the inevitable splinters as he put all of his weight into trying to get the wood to budge.
Eventually it gave a shudder, and then a good long creak - before it cracked enough for him to see the sun through the splits. With a few forceful pushes against the wood, Aeron reeling back and slamming his front paws against the boat, he would pull back when the rotting wood crumbled, and the ground - maybe a foot or two below them, was visible. "Finally." He would say, the jewelry still hanging delicately from his bottom jaw, hooked gently on one of his canines. He was being careful not to shut his mouth and break it, making his words come out a little slack jawed. "After you ma cherie." He would say once there was a hole big enough for either of them to fit.